"Miss Finica, you have so many admirers that you follow you everywhere."

John shook his head, his face full of emotion.

Finica raised her eyebrows, her eyes instantly became cold, she pulled up the clothes on her chest, covered the scenery, and with a wave of her sleeves, the person hiding in the corner seemed to be pulled by a huge force, her body was uncontrollable, and she staggered out.

These people were shabby, dirty, and some of them had mud on their faces, and the stench on their bodies could be smelled from afar.

"Disgusting guy, don't get in the way here."

A glimmer of light flashed in Finica's eyes, and she shouted angrily, these unlucky people who were full of doubts and didn't say a word flew out directly, in mid-air, their bodies cracked countless holes, and blood spurted out like a torrent, and they didn't even have time to scream, and when they fell to the ground, all the blood in their bodies was gone, and their bodies were dry and thin, and their skin was chapped and black, like corpses that had been dried for countless years.

This scene made John shudder, this woman is simply a flesh and blood nemesis, killing so many people without raising her hand.

Finika squinted her eyes and raised her hand to point, and the blood mass that stayed in mid-air differentiated into countless blood lines, which followed her palm and melted into her body.

Two seconds later, she frowned, her face showed disgust, she cut the blood line, and with a flick of her hand, the blood mass suspended in mid-air flew upside down and slammed into the wall, staining the entire wall bright red.

"Disgusting fellow, even blood stinks."

She looked back at John and said with a blank face,

"Little one, do you still have to stall?"

"I don't know them at all, how can I stall?"

John's face was full of embarrassment, and his heart was pounding like a motor.

"Are you scared?"

"No, how is it possible, with such a beautiful lady, I can't get excited yet." John argued,

"Really?" Finica smiled slightly, stretched out her index finger and tapped on John's heart, "Don't be afraid, then what to jump here, so fast, and not afraid to fly out." ”

"It's a symbol of love!"

John patted his chest and said heroically,

"Giggles!! A symbol of love! What a cheeky little bastard. ”

Finica laughed wildly, raised her hand to grab him by the collar, and said, "Since you love me so much, come with me!" ”

Bang!

Two blood-red wings burst out of her back, and she leaped forward, her wings spread out, and she rose into the sky with a gust of wind, and disappeared into the dark night in an instant.

Half an hour later, in this place, a worker who had been returning home from a night job passed by, and when he saw the scene around him, he cried out in a terrible voice, and the screams were mixed with endless horror, and they spread far and wide in the night.

The barking of dogs boiled, one after another, and the whole neighborhood suddenly became lively.

The lights in the house were turned on one after another, and the Memphis inhabitants who had not yet slept carried oil lamps and weapons, and carefully walked out of the house, and when they saw the dried corpses at the gate and the blackened wall of blood, they trembled, turned around and ran into the house, and did not dare to pick up the oil lamps when they fell to the ground.

"Vampire demons, it's vampire demons, they're here, help!"

Someone shouted loudly, running down the street, waking up countless residents who had not yet slept peacefully.

The night was not destined to be peaceful.

When the news reached Francis Manor, it was already early the next morning, and when she heard about this bloody case, the second daughter, who had not slept for half a night, immediately set off to the place where the accident occurred.

Halfway through, Grace, who had dark circles under her eyes, gritted her teeth and said with a wry smile,

"Gretel, could it be him?"

"I don't know...... Hopefully not. ”

The words fell, and the carriage fell silent again.

The two women had their own thoughts, one was unrelenting and full of self-blame, and the other was clenched with a solemn expression.

Fifteen minutes later, the carriage arrived at the place of the incident.

The second daughter stepped out of the carriage, separated the crowd of onlookers, and was slightly stunned when she saw the middle-aged man with eye-catching white hair squatting next to the corpse.

"Master Geralt! Master! ”

After seeing the two of them, the tired police chief stepped out of the cordon and shouted, "Grace, why are you here?" ”

"Uncle Brent!" Grace bowed slightly, "I'm going to go in and have a look." ”

"You girl, how can you enter this kind of place, it's too dangerous here, let's go, go back quickly." Brent waved his hand, he would not let the last heir of the Francis family take such a risk until the matter was clarified.

"Uncle, please, I must go in!"

"I said ......"

"Brent, let them in."

"Master ......"

The police chief turned around, somewhat dissatisfied.

"These people are dead, there is no danger, and besides, it is not necessarily a bad thing to let the heirs of the Francis family see this."

Brent frowned, remembering what had happened recently, shook his head, took a step back, and pulled up the cordon.

"Thank you, uncle!"

Grace was overjoyed, glanced at the wall of blood not far away, endured the panic in her heart, walked quickly to the white-haired witcher, and whispered,

"Master, why are you here?"

"When I heard from you, I hurried back, and I met Brent on the way, and I came here."

As he spoke, Geralt turned around and glanced at the writhing witch and exclaimed,

"Why don't you speak, dumb."

The witch kept her head down, didn't speak, and didn't look at him.

"Where's your brother?"

"I took a commission and didn't come back." Gretel muttered quietly,

"Entrustment? What can he do with that little ability! ”

Geralt snorted, his expression was disdainful, but there was helplessness and entanglement in the depths of his eyes, he was extremely satisfied with the talent and conduct of this pair of apprentices, and he had been proud of it for a long time, but it was ......

Thinking of something unpleasant, he sighed again, took a small book from his bosom and threw it to the witcher,

"Help me keep the record!"

"Yes, master."

Gretel answered, took the pen and paper, and followed him behind his ass, as she had done countless times before.

Geralt put on pigskin gloves, walked over to the corpse, and said as he examined it,

"The skin is dry and dark, the body is emaciated, the muscles are atrophied, the eyes are yellow, and the tongue is dark,"

He used a knife to cut through the clothes on the corpse,

"There are a total of thirteen wounds on the body, two on each of the hands and legs, four on the chest, one on the head, and there is no blood residue left near the wounds.

Speaking of this, his expression suddenly became serious, and he turned the corpse around and examined it carefully,

"There are no bite marks on the neck, and there are no bite marks anywhere else on the body."

"No bite marks? Impossible! ”

Gretel put down the pen, shocked and puzzled, in her memory, only vampires can drain and suck the blood of the whole body, but how can vampires bite people without leaving tooth marks?

It doesn't make sense!

Geralt was silent, his fingers pressed against the wound on his chest, frowning in deep thought.

At this time, Grace, who had circled around, walked over, shook her head slightly, and said in a low voice,

"I've seen it all, without him!"

Suddenly, Gretel's strength breathed a sigh of relief, and the tense heartstrings loosened a lot.

"I found this, though."

Grace lifted her hand and placed something in front of the witch.