James holds a cupcake given by Detective Cowson, a snack that Mrs. Cousson prepared for her husband when she went to the police station. He felt that he would never be able to get rid of the shadow left by Kim for the rest of his life!

James pushed open the door of the elevator and stood by his own door, frowning at the broken thread on the retractable door. His home had been invaded again! The door that had been shot through by Rivenge had a tin patch on it, and James, who had had experienced it once, had set up a small measure to warn himself. The door was locked, but the silk thread under the door frame that connected to the eaves was torn off, which meant that someone had pulled open the door to his house.

With his right hand reaching into his side, the gun already in his hand, James took a few steps back, thought for a moment, and pulled a folded saber from his waist with his left hand. As a new police detective, James already had a headache with the various reports to fill out after the shooting, and if he could, James decided to avoid shooting as much as possible.

Instead of entering through the main entrance, James, who had been on guard, stepped back and walked up the stairs, deciding to go down the fireproof staircase at the top of the building.

Liszt Street is still bustling with people, with brightly dressed men and women carrying paper bags, hugging or laughing on street corners. Shopping is the best activity to increase affection, so no one will notice that in the narrow alley, a man with a gun in one hand and a dagger in the other is sneakily looking into the building on a fire escape.

James's Loft is a two-storey airy duplex that, from the outside, blends in with the boutique ready-to-wear store below. Behind the well-designed signboard, James carefully pushed open the window on the second floor of his house, and quickly rolled forward, and he had come to his bedroom!

James observed his surroundings and walked out of the bedroom a little bit. The railing on the second floor is made of openwork brass, and James has lowered his figure, so that he can clearly see the view of the first floor.

"Hands up!" James, with his right hand resting on his left wrist holding the dagger, shouted to the man standing in the living room below, "Do as I say!"

The man with his back to James stretched out his thin hands, the brightly patterned shawl opened under the slowly raised arm, and the gray hair smoothly tied behind him moved slowly, and the man turned half of his face.

The Indian's remarkably high nose bridge and sunken eye sockets, fine wrinkles stretched from the corners of the woman's eyes and buried in the hair on both sides.

"Who are you?!" James had already stood up from his half-crouch, kept his shooting position, and pointed his gun at the Indian woman in her fifties: "You are now guilty of trespassing......"

Shout!

A silver light flew from James's side!

The standard attack stance was a big mistake at this point, James's weapons were all concentrated in front of his hand at this time, and the sharp pain in his left wrist caused his dagger to fall from the guardrail first!

James tilted his body, the direction of the gun in his right hand shifted and trembled instantly, and before he could let out a cry of pain, the woman on the first floor spun violently, facing James head-on, and the silver throwing knives hung under the cloak of James!

As soon as the woman's hair slashed in the air, James's aim lost its purpose, and the silver light flew straight from top to bottom on James's upper body!

James's face turned pale and he stepped back, his center of gravity pressed down, and he was about to lie down, but on his side, a vague shadow hit from his lower body like a beast!

Poof!

The silver knife sank deep into the wall of the bedroom behind James! He himself was crushed under a man! His right wrist was grasped by a strong hand and slammed into the floor!

Syllable!

James's only weapon was also knocked out in sharp pain!

The silver light shone in front of James, and James didn't care about the sharp pain in his left wrist, which was still holding a throwing knife, and retracted his left arm, and was about to crash into the dagger in his face!

At this moment, James seemed to have returned to the past! The man who held down his body, with almost unshakable strength, approached his vital dagger! Even, even now, this man's face, removing the wrinkles that are all over, is simply the same mold as Rivinch!

The floor below him was slowly shaking, and someone had gone up to the second floor!

Brush!

The stinking, crimson liquid ignored James's bloodshot eyes and swooped down from above! The woman condescendingly looked down at James, who was completely charged, and threw away the empty jar!

The woman crouched down, stretched out her fingers, and pressed directly on James's forehead, which was contaminated with unknown blood, and closed her eyes: "*&......%......&+%¥# (incantation)." The woman's eyelids were open, and she stared fiercely into James's eyes of utter surprise and horror, her thin lips opened, and her high-pitched voice rang out!

"Soul! appear before me!"

What?

Time seemed to stand still, nothing happened, a moment later.

"He's clean. The woman frowned and said to the strong old man who was still holding James down.

"Clean?" the man's hand holding the dagger pressed hard again, pushing James back with what he clearly had something to say, "But you feel the power of his sorcery." ”

"Yes. The woman withdrew her hand from James's forehead and rubbed it on the floor, "but he really had nothing to do with 'Midnight.'" ”

"And now, what to do?" the man frowned, "Shall we let him go, at least erase his memory first." ”

"Yes. The woman nodded, "Hold him." ”

James tried to twist his body in a panic, but the dagger hanging over his head did not give him any room to play! The woman didn't know what she was tinkering with, and there seemed to be the sound of bottles and cans colliding on the floor above her head, James wanted to look, but his eyes were caught by the dagger in front of him, and it was impossible to be distracted in the slightest!

He now has countless questions, countless fears!

This time, he didn't think he would be lucky enough to visit Louise again!

Well, James underestimated his luck.

The sound of the door lock breaking rang out, and the sound of the iron door pulling broke the oppressive silence at this moment.

"Did we miss something?"

Zach stepped into James's house, followed by Benjamin, who was full of beard, and the two looked at Corden Tempest, who was riding on James on the second floor, and Sibella Tempest, who was sitting next to him with herbs.

The scarlet blood that had been poured on James's face earlier made a soft clicking sound along the platform on the second floor, over the brass openwork railing, pulling out sticky silk threads and dripping onto the first layer.

Zach looked at the silver knife stuck in James' left arm in front of him, "Is this how you Windwinds thank the man who saved your son's soul?"

"It was sheep's blood. Benjamin rubbed his nose and reminded the vampire.

"I know. Zach pouted, "Again, it's a little strange to thank you like this. ”

"What are you talking about?" Sbella put down the jar in her hand and stood up with her legs propped up, and now she couldn't tell that the throwing knives nailed to the bedroom wall on the second floor were thrown by the old woman!

Sbella leaned against the guardrail, staring at the vampires and werewolves in an unfriendly tone, "He's the one who used Ryan's Soul Charm?"

Zach was still standing downstairs and stretched out his hand and made a gesture of introduction: "James Lance." James, who has met the Tempests, are Ryan and Rivench's parents. ”

It seems that the vampires' trip this afternoon was not in vain, they found the Tempest, but in a somewhat strange way.