Nightcrawlers, bloods, vampires, a race called millions, have been enemies of humanity since the dawn of humanity, enemies of nature.

Legend has it that vampires were originally humans, and their ancestor was Cain, mentioned in the Bible, who was punished by God for killing his brother and wandered around the world. It is impossible to verify whether this statement is true or not, because no one has yet found a person from Bible times to testify to it.

Sitting on the classic 1985 GT Ford, Linga pondered everything that had happened in two hours, and the memory in his head.

From time immemorial to the present day, vampires and humans have been fighting against the domination of powerful vampires. Like the three hundred Spartan warriors in front of Hot Springs, Abraham Lincoln who stained the walls of the White House red with a sharp axe, and the young marquis who broke through the golden sweat tent on an iron horse. It can be said that the history of mankind is also a history of fighting vampires.

And this battle is intermittent, but it has never really ended since ancient times, but in the last large-scale war, humans reached an armistice with the vampires, limited to Western countries. In that faraway eastern country, that is, the "motherland" of Linga, he hated this kind of alien race with the ability to invade, and never stopped the pace of extermination.

In the forties of the twentieth century, a man who called himself Joe Joe and his companions crushed the vampires' ambitions after a majestic journey to get into battle, destroying their plans to revive the Ancient Bloods, thus giving the human side a great deal of initiative. It is also because of this that the vampire had to accept the truce of mankind and turn his existence into the shadows.

Perhaps the term armistice sounds very good, and the content and terms are comfortable and secure.

This is especially the one where vampires can buy plasma through the government's exclusive channels.

Every year, U.S. government medical institutions send out a lot of volunteer mobile blood donation vehicles on the streets, which are used to collect enough plasma to sell to those vampires - so the original owner of this body, even if he has a good heart, has never donated blood.

Remembering seeing this, Lin Jia felt a kind of irritability in his heart for no reason.

Two hours, in just two hours, my life setting has changed so much. has a happy family and a successful career, although he is only a single, but he is also a gold-plated single, and his setting has changed dramatically in these two hours.

What the hell is this setting.,My parents both became the whole family was slaughtered by vampires.,After graduating from college, I became semi-literate who didn't even finish junior high school.,At most, the hand holding the rolling pin is used to the weight of various weapons.。

What the hell is this, what the hell is the setting!

This kind of unexplained irritability made Lin Jia forget to restrain himself, and his arm unconsciously used some force, and the tip of his elbow gently rubbed on the car window, and the glass burst open.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Blade didn't feel sorry for his classic car window, but asked Linga with concern, asking, "You won't have any sequelae of that medicine, I'll go to Whist and check it for you first." ”

Linga looked at the exploding car window, and then at his elbow, which was unscathed and did not even feel pain, a trace of gloom flashed across his face, and he replied in a low voice: "It's okay, I'm fine, good enough to kill a cow with one punch." ”

There used to be a chicken soup sentence, "Have you ever seen New York at four o'clock in the morning?" This sentence has been "said" by countless celebrities, and similar sentences have been used by Li Ka-shing, Kobe Bryant and others.

But now, Linga saw Buffalo at four o'clock in the morning — Buffalo was very close to New York anyway, and they were all in the same time zone.

However, Buffalo at four o'clock in the morning is no different from Linga's hometown at four o'clock in the morning, the same empty and uninhabited, the same lights are sparse.

A Ford with a broken glass drove down the deserted street, turned left and right, and came to an abandoned factory area. Follow Blade out of the garage and walk to the depths of the abandoned factory, similar to a lathe, which is Blade's stronghold and where Linga settled in Buffalo after being invited.

It was already late at night, and the diligent workers would not continue to work at this time, so the lights in the work area were turned off.

Ringa now only wants to think about nothing, to have a bed where he can lie down to his heart's content, so that he can have a good rest. As soon as Linga's hand was on the doorknob, Blade suddenly reached out to stop Linga's movements, facing him Nunu's mouth.

"What, what's the matter?" Linga asked puzzled.

"Your clothes" Blade's voice carried a hint of doubt: "Didn't you say that you can't show blood to children?" ”

Looking at the blade that had taken off his black trench coat, a small memory popped out of Linga's mind.

Lin Jia patted his head and began to take off his coat: "There are too many things that happened today, and my brain is messed up." ”

"I think you need to take a hot shower, drink a glass of warm milk, and get a good night's sleep listening to lullabies," Blade advises him in all seriousness, "just like little George." Blade twisted the doorknob and pushed it open.

"I'm not a minor, this thing is of no use to me," Linga entered, closed the door casually, and walked inside.

Only then did he walk to the living room, and by the dim light of the light bulb, Linga saw the little man sitting on the sofa asleep.

"George?" Linga shouted softly in disbelief.

The little man who fell asleep on the sofa didn't seem to be sleeping deeply, and Linga's soft call woke her up from her sleep.

Rubbing his little eyes, the villain, who didn't seem to have come to his senses, said vaguely: "Dad."

Obviously a single dog who didn't have a girlfriend before, but in the blink of an eye, he became a person with children, really, amazing......

Lin Jia also accepted his fate, exhaled lightly, and entered his role: "Why did you sleep in the living room, don't you have a bed?" ”

"Because it's your birthday," said Joe.

"It's my birthday?" Linga recalled it slightly, and his face became rather strange.

No other, because his own birthday is not today, and the original owner of this body is an orphan, so it is natural that he does not know his birthday. So, what is the birthday that this villain is talking about......

As if seeing the strangeness on Lin Jia's face, George hurriedly said, "Dad, have you forgotten, this is the date you adopted me." ”

It's like being hit on the head with a sledgehammer, about that day, the little ghost standing in front of him with a big backpack, holding a crumpled letter in his hand. And then, himself, oh no, was the life of the Holy Sword, and he was no longer alone.

Linga involuntarily put his hand on George's head, rubbing it against her smooth black hair.

Why is the nose suddenly sour, is it the original owner's physical reaction?

As if sensing something, Linga's body spontaneously started and was ready to attack at any time.

George shouted behind Ringa, "Oh, Grandpa Whist. ”

Linga breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, and said to the white-haired, but muscular old man, "Good morning, Wheater." ”