"It's hard to find you." He said as he sat down next to Ryan.

"You know me?" Ryan asked.

He shook his head: "I don't know it yet, and there is no need to know it." ”

Ryan: "I know you. ”

He leaned back in his chair and said in a slightly deep voice: "The people who know me are usually the same kind of people. ”

Ryan looked at his leather coat and saw the bulge around his waist, "What do you put at the airport?" Or did you sneak in? ”

"Are you scared?"

"Not really."

Ryan shook his head as he reached out and grabbed the silver cross on his chest.

With a slight tug, the necklace falls off.

When I got it in front of my eyes, I flipped my fingertips and played, "Very delicate workmanship, it took a lot of time?" ”

The other party looked at Ryan's hand intently, then took off his sunglasses and looked at Ryan's face again.

"Any thoughts?" Ryan handed the cross back.

The other party frowned, and said in an uncertain tone: "You are the same as me?" ”

The airport radio broadcast the boarding announcement, and Ryan stood up.

"We're completely different."

The furrow between his eyebrows deepened, and he watched quietly as Ryan stepped into the sunlight.

The bright light cast shadows on the carved deep face, and the indifferent and cold expression seemed to become a little softer in the warm sunlight.

His brow furrowed suddenly, and he quickly got up and followed.

"I think we should talk."

"There's no need."

"I had a hunch that you would be very different before we met, and now I was right. I think we can avoid a lot of problems by communicating in a timely manner. ”

"We have at least ten minutes left before boarding."

"Okay."

Ryan: "Ask and answer." You are the guest, you first. ”

"No problem. What are you? ”

"It's not a vampire, you probably don't understand it. How did you find me? ”

"The breath of the blood moon has alarmed the entire underground dark world, and many people believe that it is Dracula or the werewolf ancestor, and they are also looking for it, but as far as I know, there are no clues from those guys. I have my own special strengths and methods, but I can only determine a general direction, and the reason why I was able to meet you today is ...... I guess it was all luck. As he spoke, he took out a ticket from his bosom and shook it, then asked, "How old are you?" ”

Ryan nodded, "Twenty-five." How can you be sure it's me? ”

"There is a unique aura about you that makes me feel both familiar and strange. When did you become so young? ”

"I don't know. Do you feel the breath intuitively? ”

"Yes, if you know me, you know I'm very close to the vampires. Are you wearing a mask? ”

"Nope."

"But no other person or race has ever been able to cause a Blood Moon to fall in recorded history."

Ryan paused, glanced around, and placed his palm in front of the other.

Immediately, the sunlight projected into his hand suddenly shook like water waves, and then the rays of light distorted and converged, gathering into a shining plane.

Hiss......

He gasped, his eyes widened like brass bells, and his gaze flickered between Ryan's face and palm.

"This is completely unreasonable, man, you completely break through my perception of the world, what the hell are you?"

"That doesn't sound rude." Ryan grasped it in his hand, and the light was directly absorbed by his body.

This scene also made the other party's pupils tremble again.

The two walked forward again, and after a while, he shook his head again and again: "It doesn't make sense, if you're completely different, I won't feel you." ”

"So?"

"I think you should come with me, and my friend and I should be able to figure out what makes me feel familiar in you."

"You still think I'm a vampire?"

"No, now I'm sure you're not a vampire, at least not entirely."

Ryan shook his head.

He hurriedly said: "Believe me, I don't have the idea of attacking you now, I just want to figure out the reason." ”

Ryan glanced at him, "Not to find out my weaknesses and then come and eliminate me?" ”

"Of course not! I just want to ......"

"I respect everything you've done in the past, but I'm not interested in delving into it for the time being."

"Aren't you afraid that you'll lose control?" He frowned, "Moreover, you threaten the ordinary people around you at any time, and you may do something that you regret yourself." ”

"No, it won't."

"You don't count." He pulled out a needle and was about to speak.

Ryan directly reached out and grabbed it, and the action was so fast that he didn't have time to react.

Backhanded, Ryan aimed the needle at Blade's neck and inserted it, and the liquid was quickly injected, and Blade was stunned for a moment.

As soon as he reacted, he grabbed Ryan's wrist with his left hand, and turned behind him with his right hand to grab the gun.

Ryan let go of the needle, flipped his wrist to break free from his grip, and then his arm drove straight in again, and his five fingers immediately clasped tightly around Blade's neck.

Blade's face tightened, but the silver revolver he pulled out from his back waist was already raised to his waist and aimed at Ryan.

However, when he pulled the trigger, he found that there was only a soft click in his ears.

In his astonished gaze, Ryan tossed a nest of silver bullets in his left hand.

The next second.

Ryan let go, Blade opening his mouth to speak.

But in the intervening moment, Ryan suddenly shook out six bullets, and then pressed them all into the blade's mouth with precise movements.

Blade began to struggle.

But Ryan squeezed his mouth tightly and let him step back quickly, and the other hand struck him in the chest and abdomen again and again.

The pain was so severe that Blade couldn't help but want to vomit, scream, or gasp, causing his tongue to move and his throat to open, opening up a new channel for bullets in his mouth.

As he was pushed by Ryan and slammed against the wall, his mouth grunted, and the last bullet was swallowed up by him as the Adam's apple moved up and down.

Ryan let go.

Blade's eyes welled up with tears spilling from his instinctive reaction, and he kept his mouth shut until he had fully turned his back before leaning against the wall and hunching over with a strong retching sound.

Empty nests rolled past his feet.

"Did I say it?"

If Ryan's self-testimony and words were indifferent at the beginning, then the rhetorical question at this moment was like directly stuffing his head into the guillotine, and the cold and sharp edge pierced the back of his neck.

He hurriedly raised his hand and shook his head quickly.

Moment.

When he was almost recovered, and when he looked back, he found that Ryan had left at some point.

"Whew~" Blade turned and sat down against the wall, gasping for a moment before he pulled out his phone.

"Whistler."

"How's it going?"

"Good, I don't think he's a vampire."

"Should?"

"He's not afraid of the sun, he can hold a sterling silver cross as a toy, and even ...... He can control and absorb sunlight. ”

"What?! Are you confused? ”

"No, I can assure you that I'm absolutely not mistaken. Also, he gives me the feeling ...... Terrifying than those vampires. ”

"Then I'm curious, is there anything in the world that can make you feel terrible too?"

"Yes." Blade recognized it, paused for a few seconds, and then added, "I think I almost died just now." ”

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment before he said, "But if you can find him, it proves that he must have some kind of connection with vampires, but we don't know yet." Since it's so dangerous, don't approach him directly, aren't those vampires and werewolves looking for him too? Let them try him, all we have to do is observe, record and analyze. ”

"No, Whistler, I can't expose the vampires and werewolves to him until I prove his identity, and even if I want revenge, I'll have to do it myself."

“…… You're afraid you've eaten too much garlic. ”

"Vomit...... Don't tell me what to eat, I'll be back today, and you can prepare something for me. ”

"What do you want?"

"Laxatives!"