"Guilty. ”

The sound of the gavel and the judge's decision rang out at the same time in this space called the courtroom.

Rivench was pulled up by the people around him, and the cross representing the law was tilted at this time, and these people seemed too lazy to put off this matter of a person's life until the afternoon. The two hunters smiled helplessly and were rudely pushed out of the courtroom. Next, they are sent back to the Black Room, where they are served their final dinner at the beginning of autumn, which represents a bountiful harvest.

Rarech could only blame himself for seeing the wrong person, he didn't expect James Lance, the son of the most prestigious general in the Federation, to be mixed up with a vampire and werewolf. The country, in the most unlikely moment, the most unlikely state of Massa, has fallen.

If he could, Rivench would like to brutally kill the vampire who could walk in the sunlight and strip the werewolf of its cursed skin!

"Do you really want that? I hear you. ”

Without warning, in the noisy courtroom corridor, in the flickering spotlights in the hands of reporters, and in the cold eyes, this unfamiliar voice was so clear! Rivench's body was pulled and pushed, and he walked passively, but with doubts in his eyes, searching everywhere for where the voice came from.

"Ready, son of Sbella. Hehe. ”

Rivench's pupils shrunk, his head tilted, and his gaze crossed the chaotic crowd, and his inherited body from his father allowed his gaze to rise above the head, the woman in the intricately ornamented shawl, the woman who had said from the witness stand, "He left home when he was sixteen."

Sbella Storm closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling as she was squeezed between her eyelids, and she couldn't look them in the eye. She best understands Papa's midnight anomaly of equivalent exchange, where you want to save one son in exchange for another. So when she wants to save Ryan's soul, she draws a stop for Rivench's future.

Rivenge had a hint of clarity on his face, and he had been thinking about why Connor's body had returned to the scene, and now he had the answer. Although he did not inherit Sbella's sorcery bloodline, Rivench was still her bloodline, and he still knew that in this world, those 'lives' hidden under the sun!

Unable to see anything else, his body was forcibly pushed forward. At the end of the corridor, the bright daylight of noon covered everyone's bodies, and after a short period of adaptation, Rivench had already seen the escort car outside the crowd, which had been pulled away by the prison guards.

A man in an old suit, he seemed to be a little different from the others, not a hungry reporter who wanted to get the impression of a doomed person, not a police officer impatiently pushing them to an escort car, not a citizen who was simply curious to watch.

With anxiety on his face, he shoved through the crowd, and the glasses that were visibly thick were squeezed out by the crowd around him. The man seemed to curse something, but the chaotic flow of people soon made his glasses disappear from the footsteps.

The man was even more anxious, his arched shoulders pushing the people around him from side to side, desperately squeezing forward, squinting his eyes and staring at the string of numbers on Rivench's chest, holding a pen in his hand, trying to write down the meaningless number that represented Rivenci's identity in prison.

What is this guy doing? Rivench's mind wandered at a strange time.

"Nine, six......" Wells's body was pushed away by his side, "I'm-you--" Wells was furious! His eyes were blurred, and the numbers printed on the light blue background were moving away from him! Like an angry cat, he slammed left and right into the crowd that pushed him away, savagely pulling away the reporter in front of him, and chasing the prisoner who was pulled away by the police!

This is his number! He can't let the numbers get away from him! This is the only chance he can get his hands on them!

He can look up the name of the prisoner, he can find out the identity of the prisoner, but he will never have a chance to get the number that will only be stored in the prison!

Please understand the extremes of Wells' thinking right now.

This qiē started when he came home yesterday!

He pushed open the door, thinking that everything would be the same as usual. He'd watch the end of 'Cook's Kitchen,' where the chubby Cook showed off his hour's work, and Wells would stare at the TV, munching on a dry, cold, hard overnight pizza while thinking to himself that one day, when he got home, the food on the TV would be on his table!

That's what he thought, but the truth turned his worldview upside down. He received inexplicable instructions that the neighborhood where his house was located, all the retail stores, was swept by him. The scratch-off five-dore winning ticket was caught in his hand, which made him have to believe that there was some mysterious power in this world!

So, he chose to believe the stranger who still wore a mask and sunglasses at night!

"Do you want to get out of your current life? Do you want to hit the real jackpot? Do you want to have your own business?"

"I want to!"

"Good, do as I say. ”

This was what Wells thought was a turning point in his life.

He watched as the man pumped out his own blood, then inhaled a silver pen and, as requested, wrote the address on a sticky note next to the phone. After a night of excitement and anticipation, he quit his job as soon as possible and came here to wait!

Wait for the number that belongs only to him.

The wait was long, but it was worth it! The number was right in front of his eyes! He squinted desperately, stretching his neck over the arm stopped by the guard, recording the combination of numbers that could change his fate.

Ink made from the blood of a stranger? Wells wouldn't care about that! A silver fountain pen? He wouldn't care about that! He would do what the man said, and his fate was at stake, and he didn't dare to make the slightest mistake!

Under the deliberate influence of the Charm Pupil, this was pushed to the official duty of being a bait...... Otherwise, civil servants would never have thought of such a thing!Because that's what the vampire Zack wants, and when the fish in the water opens its mouth, Wells will desperately burrow into it!

Zach and Benjamin's car stopped on the corner, and the vampire pushed the door open and glanced at Wells' empty car.

"It's up to you. Zach patted the werewolf.

As someone who had been in the Grande House for almost two weeks, his scent had long been memorized by Benjamin, a city was too big, but if it was nearby, werewolves would definitely be able to find it.

"Over there. Benjamin touched his nose and looked at the crowd at the back of the courthouse, and he frowned: "There are also people we are familiar with." ”

Zach narrowed his eyes and sighed, "Riwench." "He had seen two men in prison clothes pulled out of the back door by the guards. Zach thought back to the conversation he had with James in the early morning, "That's what James is going to do today, no wonder he looks impatient." ”

The two walked towards the crowd.

The vampire deliberately clinged to the tall werewolf, it was already late spring, the climate was approaching summer, and there was no reason for Zach to wear a wide round hat at all times, and the coat and gloves were no longer in place, only a pair of sunglasses that covered his eyes.

It's already noon, and at such a moment, if he can, Zach definitely doesn't want to go out. But now looking at the bait that could catch a fish at any moment, Zach endured.

In the silver vial, the bright red 'liquor' was poured down his throat, and Zach felt a burst of energy, squeezing into the crowd with the werewolf.

The vampire's act of replenishing food cannot be ignored, the crowd is too big for the mentally lethargic vampire**, which is an insurance move to prevent the vampire from getting out of control.

Squeezing forward in the crowd, Zach felt a fresh flesh, an exposed neck, an excited heartbeat, and the fragrance of blood enveloping the vampire. Or rather, a hint of something hidden.

Zach curled up the corner of his eye behind his sunglasses and looked at Rivench, who was being pulled by the guards less than two meters away, and said hello. As for the flickering eyes under the other party's frowning brow, they were ignored by Zack.

The werewolf's tall body pushed away the people around him, and Wells, who was a few people away, still shrugged his shoulders, his head stretched out like a turtle, and leaned towards Rivench's chest. The guard doesn't seem to have much to do with the guy, except for pushing the prisoner and yelling to hurry up, he can do it to innocent citizens.

Zach's hand was on Wells' shoulder, and he tried to pull it back, but Wells bounced away. The stubborn creature took a few more steps forward, almost lying on top of the guard escorting Rivench.

Zach was a little impatient, there were too many reporters taking pictures in front of him, he didn't want to get too close, but Wells's action made the vampire already a little irritable, and he was even more dissatisfied, he squeezed to the front row slightly, put one hand on Wells's shoulder, and forcibly pulled him over......

A smell that annoyed the vampire rushed into the vampire's nose the moment Wells turned.

The vampire looked at the pen and paper in Wells' hand, and in red handwriting was a string of numbers "What is this......"

The sturdy guard's body was suddenly impacted, and it tilted sideways violently, and Rivench's restrained hands poked out from under the guard's body!

Wells looked at the vampire's face in a rage, and there was a sharp pain in his hand!

The silver reflection was inconspicuous in the crowd, and Wells already pointed to a notebook in his hand. Rivench's face was hideous, and between the palms of his hands, he held a silver fountain pen tightly, and the dark red 'ink' wrapped the sharp tip of the pen, stabbing at the vampire who was blocked by the crowd!

The crowd rioted.

Under the sun, the flash of the camera exploded, and the sunglasses on the vampire's face flew sideways when pushed by the werewolf, and on the face facing the sun on his back, the red pupils contracted in an instant, dull, and the black silk threads violently spread throughout the iris!

Gunshots rang out, screaming and screaming, no more selfless reporters, and everyone began to fall and scatter.

Falling to the ground, Rivench didn't even cover the bleeding wound on his chest, he slowly turned his head to look at the vampire who was pressed to the ground by a man with unusually developed hair, but still twitched all over, with a smile on his lips.

"It's a shame that your wish has only been fulfilled one. ”

In the midst of the chaos of the scene, the sound still reached the ears of the hunter, whose consciousness began to blur.

"And one more, do you want to give up?"

"Nope. Rivench's gaze moved upwards from the vampire's body to the muscular man holding him down.

"Hahaha! Welcome to Papa!"