James became a little conscious. A little bit, it's about a soft dream. Most of the things that are soft are cotton and clouds. For example, the feeling of lying on a cloud made of cotton. But James's feeling was that he was a cloud made of cotton.

And then this little bit of consciousness has been extended. Before the dream. It's pain.

Most of the things that are used to describe pain are related to the destruction of the body. For example, childbirth, injury...... But James's feelings seemed to be more, more, a little more desperate. Death. The kind of pain you know where the pain will lead your life but you can't stop it.

This newfound consciousness continues to expand. Before the pain, yes, yes......

"Finally, you're awake. Impatient face with impatient voice.

It's this face!

Uh, no. Not this face. James's conscious face is wider, larger, fuller, and more energetic......

"Whoa...... "Whoa," James wanted to say, 'Who are you!' and it was just a few strange screams.

"Uh, wait a minute. The thin hand pinched James's chin and pushed up, "Don't move." James's struggle was held down, "Are the vocal cords in front of or behind the trachea?" ”

The sensation of something moving in his throat spilled over James's body.

"Try again. Impatient voice commands.

"Who are you!Where are we?!" James's freed hand tugged at his throat, smooth~

"I saved you. The strange thin man shrugged his shoulders, as if he didn't want to pay attention to James, walked away, sat back in the corner chair, picked up something like a manuscript and continued reading.

It was only then that James made the conscious effort to look around.

This is the interior, judging by the furnishings, it is not anyone's home, probably just a modest hourly inn room in the Betch district. You know, the doors and windows are closed, the light is pink and dim, and the bed is the main piece of furniture. James was in bed.

James's face darkened as he found that his clothes had changed, and not only did they not fit well, but they were completely out of line with the style of his diamond bachelor status......

James didn't have time to observe more, and the strange thin man bent down, lifted a jar on the ground, took a few sips, put it down, and continued to turn the page.

James was stunned for a moment, and immediately, "You're a vampire!" James recognized the jar, the 'General''s blood reservoir'.

As if he didn't like James's tone, the strange thin man glanced at James, "You're human." "It's a little ridiculously naïve, you poke me, I'll poke you.

Returning to the page you were really looking at, "You need to thank me for saving you, you're still human." ”

James wasn't going to stay here talking to a strange vampire, hmph, James's behavior pattern still needs to be guessed. He quickly jumped out of bed and ran towards the door.

"I think Zach's biggest mistake at Barton was letting you live. Inexplicably, from the corner of the room passed the only large piece of furniture, the bed, to James, who had already pressed his hand to the doorknob.

James looked back gloomily, staring at the corner. The detective is still a bit professional. Except for the change in his clothes and the initial inability to speak, he didn't suffer any harm, so isn't it too ...... to just leave Wasted.

"Who are you?!"

"Huh. The vampire in the corner smiled, "As if I told you my name, you would know who I am." "It's a philosophical statement—the name is just the ultimate expression of a codename. The thin man moved his body for a moment, lifted the blood jar that shouldn't belong to him again, and sucked, "But I know who you are." James Lance. The pages of the book in his hand swayed. to show that he knew the source of who James was.

Delusion, this skinny man is not so skinny.

James still maintained the posture of opening the door and going out at any time, "That's Madison's manuscript?!" He hadn't asked a question that had been answered positively, but he was still persistent.

"Zach should have let you die, let that alien take your place. The vampire is still commenting on the story on the pages of the book.

"You know Zach?!" James's speechless prejudice, "Who are you?!What does he want to do?!"

The blood jar in the corner was lifted again, this time unimplicitly holding his head directly.

Not an illusion. The skinny man got fat. The blood jar was also empty, tossed aside, and the vampire stood up. The pages in his hand shook casually twice, crumpled into a ball and threw them into the trash can next to the bed. Glancing at James, he ignored it, rummaged through the bedside table, found a match, lit it, and threw it in the trash.

The two watched as the flames in the trash can went from flourishing to extinguishing.

James opened his mouth, "How many manuscripts have you burned?!" The detective's belated observation, the ash in the trash can, was a little full.

The only question that can be answered well, "Look at a roll and burn a roll." The tone was lightheartedly uncomfortable for James, "That's the first volume. I watched it backwards. The vampire seemed to hesitate for a moment, and straightened the bed where James had been lying, "If it weren't for waiting for you to wake up, I wouldn't have seen that much ahead." I don't care. Glancing at James, who was still in his position at the door, "It's good that I saw it, and now I know that it was you who started all wrong." ”

James became inexplicably nervous, glaring at the vampire approaching him, "What are you going to do?!"

The vampire's broad hand gripped James's hand on the doorknob, and the two of them approached a little awkwardly.

The sound of the door lock twisting, "Open the door." The vampire opened the door and replied, "If you don't go out, I will." "I really went out.

"Where are you going?!" James caught up. He doesn't accept that he doesn't have a single question answered. Humans without self-knowledge, that's it.

"The scene of the next Banlin self-explosion. "It doesn't matter if it's leaked or not.

"What?!"

In the hallway outside the room, the light source was still dim. As James had judged, this was indeed some of Becky's hotels, and the exit was still standing with the woman who was still trying to show off her money-making tools in this winter climate.

"Do you want to follow me? "The vampire is also very fast, and whether James is striding or trotting, the position of the two has not changed. It seems that the vampire who leads the way just wants James to follow.

"What the hell do you want to ......?"

Step into the street. The unexpected is still dim. James then realized, "What time is it?!How long have I slept?!" The last part James remembers was just in the afternoon when he completed a police windfall search and asked Darcy to find Zack. Now, it's dusk before nightfall.

"Sleep? The vampire laughed, "You've been past your death, James Lance. It took me a day to spell you back. You haven't said thank you yet. ”

“......”