I took some blood, and it has been weak for the past two days, but I have made up for it by eating and drinking.

I went to the hospital early in the morning to visit Mo Lao, I haven't seen the little black dog for a day, it barks like this in the middle of the night, does it get a wound on the forelimbs?

I put down what I was holding and walked out of the room through the back door of the kitchen.

I went around to the south courtyard, and David set up a dog house for the little black dog on a piece of grass next to the villa, but the dog house was empty, and the leash was still there, but the little black dog was nowhere to be found.

Woo~Woo......

From the corner on the other side of the villa came the timid sobbing of a dog, as if it had been greatly frightened.

Is there something out there?

My heart hung in the air, and I walked lightly past the dog house, where a set of garden tools lay at the base of the wall, and I picked up a small shovel, took a deep breath, and turned the corner.

In a field of iris illuminated by the street lamp, a little girl in a pink nightdress with a brown wavy flower was sitting with her back to me, what she was holding in her arms, I tilted my head to see a black dog tail hanging limply on the ground.

The little black dog was brought here by this little girl, and it has been two days since he came to the manor, and he has seen a lot, but he has never seen a child there. Who is this little girl? She didn't sleep in the middle of the night, what did she want to do?

The night breeze blew from the opposite side, and swept away a faint smell of iron, which was the smell of blood.

The feeling of uneasiness came to my heart because of the smell of blood.

"Hey-" I said to the girl and stepped closer to her.

When the girl heard this, she looked back and saw that she was no more than ten years old, her little face as delicate as a doll's white, and her big eyes glowed with a faint red light.

In stark contrast to the paleness of her little face were her bright red little mouths, which were not the color of the lips themselves, but red with blood.

The girl turned around with her side, and I saw her left hand hanging in the air, blood dripping from her five fingers.

The little black dog was pressed to her knees with her other hand, and a cut was made in its neck, and blood was constantly pouring out of the wound, staining itself and the girl's skirt.

The little black dog that had lost too much blood was lying on the girl's lap, whimpering weakly, and a pair of small black and shiny eyes looked at me pitifully, as if begging for help.

In the middle of the night, I saw such a picture in the back garden, which was weird and terrifying.

The girl and I looked at each other, her eyes dark, and she unhurriedly raised her bloodstained hand and opened her mouth to suck.

Apparently the little black dog was injured by her, and her purpose was to drink blood?

Is this a normal person's behavior?

The answer, of course, is no.

I warily pointed the little shovel at the girl: "Put the little black down for me!" ”

As if she hadn't heard me, the girl looked back at the little creature that would bleed too much and die at any moment.

She dropped her left hand and followed the puppy's bleeding wound all the way down, her fingertips digging into the puppy's heart little by little.

"Woo......" The puppy whimpered in pain, but it was not too timid to struggle, and its little eyes were full of pain and despair.

"Did you hear me?" Seeing that the puppy was about to suffer a great disaster, I rushed forward and snatched it from the little girl's hand.

"Ahh

A shrill cry cut through the silence of the night like a knife, waking the university from its sleep.

The villa was brightly lit, and the light poured into the garden through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the flowers and trees, as well as the confrontation between me and the girl.

The girl got up from the ground, and her soaked skirt was dripping with beads of blood.