Night.

Above the tall buildings, the cold wind is cold.

Overlooking, the light and dark light divides a city into two parts.

It was bright, as if it was day, with a lot of traffic, bright lights, and a bustling stream of pedestrians.

The darkness, like a black spot embedded in the jade, is like a huge mouth waiting to be devoured.

In the modern jungle of reinforced concrete, the transformed laws of nature are still conscientiously fulfilling their duties.

Ryan stood on the edge of the rooftop, his forefeet dangling in the air, his black hair dancing in the wind, and the cigarette in his hand flickering in the wind.

The moonlight shines down, outlining the contours of the face with clear lines, and the pale golden pupils are unusually bright in the shadows under the eye sockets.

Bright eyes stared at the dimly lit neighborhood below, and a little light flashed from time to time in the window of an old and dilapidated apartment building.

But that's not enough to spoil the silence.

Groups of people pass by every once in a while, most of them shouting or holding their phones to the maximum volume, playing rap songs with lyrics full of words such as sex, medicine, guns and so on.

Occasionally, you can see lonely figures passing by under the broken street lamps, and they will always speed up their pace, eager to run.

At this time, the windows of the buildings on the street will open, revealing expressionless faces, their eyes like those of judges sitting on the judgment seat.

Ryan took in all of this and exhaled a puff of smoke, and the breeze beside him immediately swept it away.

After a while, the light suddenly came on in the flashing window, and then went out again two seconds later.

"Ryan, I'm feeling good." Antonia's voice sounded in the headphones, and she was calm.

"Is that enough?"

"Not enough...... About a tenth? ”

"Then go ahead."

"Hmm!"

Soon, I saw that a window in another building also began to flicker.

Ryan took the cigarette in his mouth and squatted slightly.

Leaping forward with a sudden force, his body soared high into the air, drawing a parabola in the sky, and then falling precisely towards the window of Fang Cai.

Spread out his arms, his fingers firmly grasped the edge of the windowsill, and the fall came to an abrupt halt.

Roll over and enter.

The room was dark, but it didn't interfere with Ryan's vision.

The floor was littered with garbage, stains, and mold, and clothes were piled up on the couch, items were scattered on the coffee table, and a pistol had fallen on an unfinished pizza.

From the doorway, a clear path splits through the garbage heap and leads all the way to the bedside.

The smell in the room was chaotic and smelly.

However, at this moment, Ryan still smelled the breath of blood with unusual sensitivity.

In the corner, beside the rusty iron bed, sat an emaciated corpse, like a rumored dried corpse or a mummy without a shroud.

There are two tiny holes in the neck with dried blood spots remaining at the edges.

Except for the unnatural bending marks on his right wrist, the overall posture of the dried corpse seems to be sitting and dozing.

Ryan's eyes seemed to flash the scene that had just appeared here:

Antonia broke down the door and the pizza boy cleverly picked up the pistol, but Antonia stepped forward faster, grabbed and broke his right hand holding the gun, and as the gun fell, Antonia bit his neck, drained his blood, and threw him to the ground.

Speaking of which, although Ryan is the creator of Antonia today, he himself has not really killed and sucked blood from it.

It's not that there is any psychological barrier, but that he can solve his energy needs by eating normally and spending time in the sun.

Antonia has benefited, but the impact is not small, and such a lifestyle may accompany her until the end of her life.

Fortunately, Antonia is not afraid of light, and she is not afraid of things like silverware, garlic, or glutinous rice.

Ryan stretched out his hand, and a white flame of light energy gathered in his palm burst into flames.

The palm of his hand covered the top of the dried corpse's head, and the tongue of fire suddenly swept downward, and the corpse quickly burned to ashes wherever it passed.

Due to Ryan's control, the flames did not spread outward.

After more than ten seconds, there was only a pile of white ash in front of him.

After turning his head to inspect the room again, Ryan went out and went upstairs to the top.

Antonia is getting faster and faster.

Ryan kept following her to finish the day.

In the process, he gradually realized that perhaps he should consider finding someone to develop a more convenient, fast and portable tool for destroying corpses.

There won't be just one Antonia in the future, and it won't be possible for everyone to be hungry and he'll be behind him to dispose of the corpse.

It's not hard to destroy corpses, and some extraterrestrial energy weapons can leave nothing behind.

After disposing of four bodies in a row, Ryan sat on the edge of the rooftop and lit a cigarette with his fingertips.

Actually, Antonia can fill her stomach in a much faster way.

The city of New York, not to mention anything else, is like a leek in fertile land, one after another.

You can't cut it, you can't cut it at all.

However, Ryan remembered that it was Antonia's first time foraging for food, and it was the first time the two of them came to New York, so the targets he chose were relatively scattered. In addition, although 10 people will go missing directly on this night, there is no shortage of missing or dead people in this neighborhood.

Compared with the gangsters, this figure is not expected to be taken to heart by the police department.

What's more, most of these people live in isolation, and I am afraid that they will not even have a chance to be found missing.

Ryan looked up at the sky.

Although there was no rain tonight, the sky was cloudy and the moonlight was gone.

Antonia is different from him for more than just food.

The sun is enough, and she can't absorb the moonlight.

However, staying in the moonlight still makes her feel very comfortable, and even describes it in her original words: it feels like the moonlight is drilling into her body.

After hearing this, Ryan tried to teach her to absorb the moonshine, but she never could do it.

Ryan thought she could only passively accept the moonlight.

But when Ryan retrieved the Heart of Light and observed Antonia's reaction in the moonlight with a stronger control of light energy, he realized that not everyone can absorb light energy into their bodies and use it for their own use, even those he has bitten.

Antonia's reaction to moonshine is more like a transit platform.

The moonlight enters her body, and after a circle, more than eighty percent of it escapes. The missing part strengthened her body in a passive form.

In other words, she can also become stronger by basking in the moon, but it is very inefficient.

Ryan asked her which was more comfortable and reassuring in the moonlight or in the dark?

The answer is the former.

At this point, the results of the two control groups are clearly presented.

Essentially, vampires have no direct connection to moonlight, except that they often haunt the night due to their photophobic nature. The most striking feature of the night is the moon.

Correspondingly, from the time of birth, there is only one that can absorb the moonlight and gradually become stronger, and even the essence of the sun and the moon is not missed.

It turned out that I was really a zombie.

At least most of the time.