Andrew felt the Destruction of the ill in his body kick in, forcing himself to push the desire to kill from the front of his head to the back of his head.

Vampires are a lot like demons, wolves, sharks, and will be respected at the same time as long as you don't make them think that you have the potential to be food. The true face of the vampire is rather grotesque - but not as ugly as some of the apocalyptic monsters Andrew has encountered before.

Some demons are weirder-looking, and some elders-level guys can destroy your mind just by looking at you. Andrew and the vampire looked at each other.

"How?" Andrew said. "Let's talk. The longer we stare at each other like this, the longer the killer of the international student will get away with it. “

The vampire looked at Andrew for a few more moments, then shuddered and withdrew her membranous wings. The black goo turned white in pieces, and the perfect skin covered the vampire's dark skin like mold. The flabby, dry black breasts bulge back to the original perfect state of nephrite jade.

She stood in front of Andrew, taking a moment to straighten her gown back to its original elegant style, her arms folded as if they felt a little cold, her back stiff, her eyes still burning with anger. Her beauty is no less beautiful than before, and every line and curve of her body is exactly the same. But for Andrew, that allure is gone. Her eyes have not changed, they are still deep and bright, with an exotic style.

But under her human skin mask, Andrew will always remember her for who she really is--- remembering that the more beautiful things are in that country, the more dangerous they are, and this applies not only to women, but also to vampires, men, spirits, demons and even gods.

Andrew leaned over to pick up Andrew's chair, set it away, and walked over the table, with his back to her, straightening her chair as well. Andrew waited for her with a chair, just like when she first entered the room.

She stared at Andrew for a long time, her expression showing mixed feelings. It could be seen that Andrew's obvious neglect of her appearance made her feel embarrassed. Then she lifted her chin haughtily and sat back in her chair gracefully, solemn as a queen, each line stiffening with exasperation. She showed the old-fashioned and polite attitude of the Continental - but for how long?

Andrew returned to his seat, bent down to pick up Andrew's white handkerchief, and continued to play with it. Her angry eyes moved to her handkerchief, and she kept licking her teeth and tongue, only this time it looked human.

"Well, tell me about that girl. Andrew said.

She shook her head and sneered, "I can tell you what I told the police again." I don't know who did it. “

"Less, boss, we don't have to hide from each other. We are not worldly people. “

Her eyebrows were upturned, and she looked even angrier. "Nope. The wizard is the only person in the city who has the ability to cast that kind of spell--- I really can't think of how an ordinary and poor female student can provoke other wizards--- except for you, you are the first wizard to come to the door. If you didn't do it, then I really, I don't know who did it. “

"Don't you have any enemies? No one wants to get your attention?"

A small wrinkle appeared at the corner of her mouth, which was not a light smile. "Absolutely. But no one had a way to kill her that way. She banged her nails on the tabletop, leaving small scratches on the wood. "I won't let such a dangerous enemy escape. At least not to let them run too far. “

Andrew frowned and fell back into his chair, distracting himself slightly, letting the demonic will that was constantly expanding and ravaging the vampire within him calm down a little. "How much do you know about this? I mean everything. Including Byrne's men. “

She shrugged, her exposed shoulders as white as porcelain, and looked equally blown-out. "Mr. Lee, you'd probably think he's just a thug for Agent Byrne. But that man was a very gentle and considerate man in private, and he had always been kind to women and treated them as human beings. Her perspective swings from side to side, not up and down. "Treat it like a normal person. I've always only taken gentlemen, but that thug is better than most customers. I ran into him somewhere else a few years ago. If he wants an escort for the night, I've always tried to make sure he is satisfied. “

"Did you send her there that night?"

She nodded expressionlessly, her nails tapping on the table again, picking out more sawdust.

"Is there anyone who meets with him regularly? I wonder if someone has talked to him and knows what's going on with him. “

The boss shook his head. "Nope. She said. But now she frowned.

Andrew happened to be looking at her while absentmindedly throwing the handkerchief onto the table. Her gaze shifted to the handkerchief, and then she looked up at Andrew.

Andrew didn't back down. Andrew met her ghostly gaze and pursed his lips into a slight smile, as if Andrew had more to offer for her to watch—if she dared. Andrew saw her rage, her rage, and in an instant Andrew peeked in and saw the source.

She was angry that Andrew saw her as she was, and was disgusted and embarrassed that Andrew had removed her disguise and seen the monster hidden under her skin. She is afraid that Andrew will use the magic of "deprivation" to make her lose her mask forever.

What a woman wants most is beauty. Tonight, however, Andrew destroys her illusions, and Andrew disrupts her little world outside of her. She said nothing that would make Andrew forget about it.

She shuddered, and before Andrew could see each other deeper, she pulled away, startled and angry. "Lee, if I hadn't just given you a guarantee. She said softly. "I'm going to kill you right away. “

"That would be unfortunate. Andrew said in a tough tone. "You should know that wizards have many ways to make vampires worse off than dead. It's you who loses. Even if you can kill me, I promise you that I will drag you to hell with me. “

She stiffened, her head pinned to the side, her fingers no longer glued to the tabletop. It was silent and embarrassing submission. Before she could look back, Andrew saw tears rolling down the side of her cheek.

Andrew actually made the vampire cry. That's great. Andrew felt like a superhero. Andrew Lee - the one who breaks the monster's heart.

"Someone might know something. Her lovely voice became low, monotonous, and lifeless. "There's a woman named Bella who used to do it to me. She and the girl will pick up guests together if they want to. They are very close. “

"Where is she now?" Andrew asked.

"She's driving someone else. There was a wealthy couple who wanted to find a servant who could provide a variety of services. She's not the kind of woman I'd like to keep. I think she should have Bella's phone number, and I can get someone to bring it to you, Mr. Lee. When she pronounced Andrew's name, it was as if it were something bitter and poisonous, and she wanted to spit it out.

"Thank you, you're so kind. Andrew trembled and maintained a polite and neutral tone. Being polite and properly pacified would prevent her from becoming angry again and attacking Andrew at all costs, which would only give the demon in Andrew's body what she wanted.

She didn't say anything, controlling her emotions that were already obvious, and finally she looked up at Andrew again. Her eyes froze and opened wider as she looked at Andrew's neck. Her expression froze grimly.

Andrew was slightly stunned. It's not just nervous, it's the whole body that feels like it's sealed in stainless steel, wrapped in wires, and locked in springs. It seems that this woman still wants to keep her little secret, and she does not hesitate to try again for the sake of this wish.

Andrew didn't drink the potion at all, and if she really wanted to attack, Andrew would have to be forced to fight back--- Andrew really didn't want such a vampire with a beautiful skin to turn into a pile of yellow sand. Andrew looked away again, he was waiting. Andrew didn't make any moves, didn't send out the wrong message. This will only make her chase Andrew, and her instinct to hunt down her prey will come out like a tiger.

"Mr. Li, you are bleeding. She whispered.

Andrew slowly moved his hand to his cheek and touched the part where she had asked him to hang the paint, only to find that Andrew's fingertips were stained with his own sticky blood.

The vampire continued to stare at Andrew, her tongue licking at her mouth again. "Cover it. She whispered. A bizarre chirp came from her mouth. "Andrew Lee, cover up. “

Andrew picked up the handkerchief and pressed it against Andrew's cheek. The vampire slowly closed her eyes and turned her head away, bending over her stomach half-covered. She couldn't stand up.

"Let's go. She told Andrew. "Let me go now, Paula has already come. I'll ask her to go to the gate with her phone number in a moment. “

Andrew walked to the door, paused and glanced back at her. It was a terrible allure, and Andrew already knew what was hidden behind the glamorous exterior, the mask of flesh and blood, but he still wanted to watch her wrench and struggle with desire.

"Let me go. She sobbed. Rage, hunger, and some emotions that Andrew couldn't understand made her voice long and high-pitched. "Let's go. I'll remember tonight. I'm going to make you regret it. “

The door to the library opened, and the straight-haired young woman who had just greeted Andrew walked in. She glanced at Andrew, walked past him, and knelt beside his boss. Andrew guessed she was Paula.

Paula whispered something too soft for Andrew to hear, and gently brushed the boss's hair back from his face with one hand. She unbuttoned one of the sleeves of her blouse, rolled it up to her elbows, and pressed her wrist to her boss's mouth.

Andrew saw very clearly what happened next. The boss's tongue quickly popped out, a long, slippery pink tongue, and shiny saliva licking all over Paula's wrist. At the first touch, Paula shuddered and breathed more rapidly, her head tilted back slightly, and her eyes stared blankly as if they had just been injected with drugs.

The boss's fingers reached out and scratched through Paula's fair and beautiful skin. Blood gushed out. The boss's tongue kept spitting and shrinking, almost unintelligible, licking every drop of blood that came out as best he could. Her deep, deep, eyes narrowed and distracted. Paula gasped and moaned with pleasure, her whole body trembling.

Andrew felt a little sick to his stomach, but instead of turning his back to the scene, he slowly withdrew. Walk out of there quickly, closing the door behind you.

The demons began to cheer--- they frantically eroded Andrew's will, Andrew's eyes erupted with terrible red flames--- his pentagram emitted a cold white light, and Andrew felt a sharp pain.

Andrew stood for a few seconds, then continued on his way.

If Andrew hadn't seen what was under the boss's mask first, that scene might have excited Andrew, but for now I'm afraid Andrew only felt sick to his stomach. The woman gave herself to the monster, just as any woman gives to her lover.

Vampire's saliva. Part of Andrew's consciousness is thinking, desperate to analyze something objective, logical and detached. The saliva should have an anesthetic effect and may be more addictive. This could explain Paula's later behavior, as she wanted more medicine. However, Andrew wondered if Paula would still be so eager if she knew the true face of her boss.

Now Andrew could understand why the Ministry of Magic or Muggles were so ambiguous about vampires. If a vampire can control a mortal like that, what happens when they climb up to a wizard? Can they control a wizard the same way the boss seduced the little girl? Of course, it's possible.

If so, then why have vampire forces always been second-rate and never really controlled the real wizarding world?

I'm going to make you regret it. She said.

Andrew felt a chill as he ran down the dark lane towards the gate.

Mr. Watchdog was waiting for Andrew at the front door, and without saying a word, he returned the silver knife and the cane knife to Andrew. Andrew had one hand on the cold metal door and the other on his cheek with a handkerchief - he hadn't been hurt for a long time, and Andrew had to admire the vampire's natural speed, and he was considering whether to bring something more passively triggered.

A few minutes later, the guard's cell phone rang. He took a few steps back, replied a few "yes", took a notepad from his pocket, and wrote something down. He put the phone down and walked back and handed Andrew a piece of paper.

"What is this?" Andrew said.

"You want a phone number, and a message. “

Andrew glanced at the paper, but wasn't going to look at it right away. "I thought the boss was going to send Paula down. “

He remained silent, but his jaw tightened, and Andrew stopped talking as he saw his eyes drift to the house where his mistress was. Paula didn't leave the house, and the watchdog was scared.

Andrew accepted the piece of paper, trying not to shake his hands as he looked at it.

Above is a phone number, and two words: regret.

Andrew folded the paper in half and put it in the pocket of his coat. One more enemy, it's awesome. But at least Andrew has his hands in his pockets now. Maybe Andrew should have listened to Hermione in the first place. Maybe Andrew should stay at home and experiment with all those soul sect spells, maybe that spell can directly bring the poor girl's ghost back from the underworld temporarily----- even if it is forbidden black magic--- so Andrew can see what is happening directly.