Welcome back, Count

How many ways can a person interpret it?

Born in 1431, Vlad III, Grand Duke of Wallachia, taught us that there are countless ways to interpret a person.

It can be a condescending king, watching countless enemies being pierced by stakes that emerge from the ground; It can be a thin teenager, holding an umbrella to recall his past achievements; It can be a mad scientist who collects the blood of countless people just to become the strongest; It can be an evil conspirator, contemplating one plot after another to destroy the world.

On the sixth day, in the flames of Benneng Temple, the demon king sang "Dunhuang": "Fifty years of life, compared with heaven and earth for a long time, like a dream and illusion; Is there one who has been alive once, who is immortal?" The Count shook his glass lightly and took a sip of wine as red as blood.

In "Faust", when Mephistopheles twists his goatee and hunches his back to make an epic pact with the ambitious old doctor of the time, the count admires the red moon and watches the moon become round and missing.

In Frankenstein, when the ugly giant, shaped by a "hand other than God", opens his cloudy eyes, the Count steers the ship and carries his "last territory" in a coffin to smoky London, to embark on a quest that is doomed to fail.

If you talk about bushido, the girls who are slowly turning into "raising swords" are in love one after another in their daily life and laughter.

If the devil is portrayed more and more insidious in the pen of many authors, he is no longer the appearance of "the one who does good for the sake of great evil".

If Frankenstein, dressed in heavy interstellar alloy, raised an increasingly strong power hammer, and rushed towards the Zerg army with a firm step.

I'm afraid, only vampire literature has not changed much.

Even if he puts on a cute coat and shakes his little bat wings; Even if you sit on the top of Castlevania, waiting for the challenge of the brave again and again; Even if he half-kneels in front of the Helsing family, he exerts his power as a demon.

His essence is still that of the Earl who firmly believes in the Lord, but the lover who has not left a name will never go to heaven.

In those days, in fact, piercing was not a big deal. But under public opinion, this half-lonely count was still kidnapped to the position of the vampire king.

As a result, he became tyrannical, cold, evil, loving, pathetic, and a vampire king without a fixed shape. As long as the night exists for another day, I'm afraid that one of the pillars of the West Fantasy, the vampire, will not disappear.

The Assassin retracted his Hidden Blade and put on his hood; The knight stripped his heavy armor and raised his cane; The magicians wiped their wands one by one and placed them in the coffin; The dragon glanced at the treasure beneath him and slowly closed his eyes.

Your Excellency Piercing Gong is probably always on the throne full of bats, and it will be rewritten again in the pen of the world.

If Dracula is half a vampire, then the other half will always be Alucard.

It doesn't have to be the silver noble son A, who rebelled against his father again and again, and it wasn't necessarily Uncle A, who was in a red trench coat, hanging his head to the exorcist just to find the human who killed him.

In Dracula's mirror, Alucard (Alucard is Dracula's palindromic structure) is always rebelling against the fate of vampires. As long as there is a fate of sucking blood, there must be a rebel of fate, whether it is his own son or the piercing man himself.

Contradictory opposition is always an excellent topic for writers.

As a result, there are countless interpretations of the piercing princess.

Maybe one day in the future, when we see the person who can't be reflected in the mirror from the novel, comic, anime and movie again, we will make a mocking voice and loudly complain about the clichΓ© of the plot.

On the other side, in the bottom of our hearts, in a cemetery full of elderberries and lilies, we silently said a word to a pale hand sticking out of the tomb.

"Welcome back, Count."

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PS: Well, an essay, don't mind, I read the book review of Qingyu children's shoes and sent it