From dusk to midnight, the southeast remained quiet, and the people of India and An'an who shuttled through the streets and alleys gradually disappeared. It may be hidden, or it may just be discreet.

For three months, the people of India, who had been cleaning up the mess for a vampire who called himself Toledo, already knew very well that this vampire liked to act in the night.

Perhaps the Indians could question Toredo's identity for not fitting his behavior, but no one would deny that Nightfall is the home of vampires. There's nothing wrong with being cautious.

In the back alley of a certain bar, which appears to be the back door of the cellar, Ian pushes open the door and reveals himself in the night.

In the cellar, the man with a scar on his chin, Skoll of [Skull Skull], pursed his lips, "Are you going out?" ”

Ian didn't answer and walked out into the street, seemingly not wanting to appear too rude, "Thank you for providing ...... A place to rest. ”

Scoll frowned, "It's nothing, you killed the 'General''s men', I'm just thanking you for making it easier for the enemy's enemies." ”

Thirteen years later, we already know that the 'General' and Sgaul are getting further and further apart from the gang rivalry, and at this moment, don't be surprised by that.

"But what the hell are you......" Skoll looked away and shut his mouth under a furrowed brow. Sgaull regretted asking, he didn't want to know. The 'murder' he witnessed unintentionally at dusk, the ninth corpse that Patrolman Cousson tried to report, he didn't want to be like that.

But Ian replied anyway, with a hint of self-deprecation, "Vampires." Red eyes, sharp teeth, claws, that's all. The self-deprecation is that Ian doesn't say he's Torrey anymore.

The corners of Scoer's mouth twitched. This explanation makes no sense, the teeth and claws, he has seen with his own eyes, he still has no idea what the so-called 'vampire' is, but, we know. When, in the future, someone (Zach) introduces himself in the same way, Sgaul has a model.

The back door of the cellar was shut, and Ian stepped out of the street, seemingly aware of his purpose, heading for an alleyway.

Ian frowned, not in a good mood. Because he didn't know why he was going in that direction. Maybe it's just that it's easier to spend a long night with someone.

But still, "Why are you here again, don't say you're locked out of your house again." Ian looked at Brian, the boy in the alley, and spoke impatiently.

"No!" Brian didn't care about Ian's disgusted tone. "I ran out on my own. ”

Ian ignored Brian and leaned against the alley wall, completely hidden in the shadows, staring at the street. Vampires are waiting for their prey.

Unlike Dusk, who tried to move in the sun without the guidance of his 'father', but almost burned his own guide to death, and had to replenish food, this time it was a meal.

In the dark shadows, two spots of crimson appeared, and food appeared.

People who think they live in the Southeast. At a time when corpses continue to appear and the police are completely inactive, they should live more carefully. But it's not. This is the southeast of the dark side of Barton society, and in the streets of midnight, there will always be such people walking alone to feed the vampires.

Ian, who was about to turn into a gray shadow and rush towards his prey, felt that the hem of his clothes was being caught, "Don't want him." ”

Ian frowned. Fingers with sharp fingertips twisted the small hand that grabbed his back swing, and took it away, ready to ignore.

"He's the older brother of the members of my counseling group, and his dad is gone on the battlefield. He didn't bully me, so let's change someone. Brian still finished what he had to say.

Ian pursed his lips. The corners of his mouth twitched, and the redness in his eyes disappeared.

It's not a good habit, Brian appears as an absolute weakling, and the only thing he can move freely in front of Ian is his mouth. In the past few days, Ian has listened to Brian talk about so many things, willingly and unwillingly—school, war, counseling, bullying, and mother......

Ian didn't care much about what Brian said, but there was one point that Ian could never ignore or escape - the war that was still going on, the soldiers who died or were still alive on the battlefield!

It's time for us to recognize something important. When Brian 'don't' let Ian attack the man who was getting away, he meant 'he didn't bully me'. But for Ian, it's the previous phrase 'no more on the battlefield'. It's a coincidence, but it's happening, accumulating, and going farther and farther away.

"That man. Brian pointed to a man leaning against a street lamp in the distance, "Every time he sees me, he calls me a son of a bad seed." He said that my father was afraid of the people in the southeast, and he fled weakly and fled to the war, thinking that he would not be afraid anymore with a broken gun given by the army, but he still died on the battlefield, and such a useless person is not worthy of the Purple Heart......"

Ian had already rushed out, crimson with gray shadows, stretched out in the night. See, coincidences are accumulating, and certain delusions are growing in the minds of immature boys.

In an alley two streets apart, in the black shadows, a few tentacles poked out, and it was the somewhat childish voice again, it was the filmmaker Wandel, "Found it." ”

"Lead the way. "Sibella didn't have any expressions of command, the Indian man 'shooter' behind him followed, the weapon on his waist was also taken out, checking the safety and magazine, he is good at long-range attacks, and it is always right to prepare in advance.

However...... "tentacles buried in the shadows don't seem to be moving," and a civilian is with him. ”

"Then hurry. Sibella frowned, urging impatiently, "It's not good for us to let him replenish the food again." "What a realistic consideration, but alas, the civilians that Wandel is talking about are not vampire food, but Brian.

The tentacles in the shadow of "En......" were a little twisted and entangled, "He's already eating, that civilian, it doesn't seem to be his reserve food, Eun, it's a boy......"

You may wonder why Wandle is so fragmented, and here's why.

"What boy?" asked Sbella, frowning, as she looked at the shadow man.

"It's just a normal boy, it seems, they seem to be friendly with each other, just like Rivench used to ......"

After a brief silence, Sbella retreated into the alley, tightening her shawl over her shoulders and "staring at them." ”

In the shadows, Vandel received the command, and the twisted tentacles retracted into the shadows, and the inky shadows wandered against the shadows of the building and disappeared. (To be continued......)