005 The night nothing happened
Louise felt that the body behind just pressed her, and even her messy bath towel was still half-covered her. In any case, Louise may think it's a good thing, but at this time, her heart fell into the ice cave. The man behind her was not interested in the 'service' that Louise can provide. What he wanted was something else. Is it her life?
"You can answer the question later. Now, I'm hungry."
The two red lights in the mirror were blocked by Louise's own body. When the other party's cold palm loosened and didn't cover her mouth any longer, Louise shouted with all her strength!
Louise knew that the detective who had been staring at the corner all night must be in this hotel. When she was caught just now, although the time was incredibly short, she kicked over the round table in front of the wooden cabinet in her struggle, and the sound of the collision would surely attract the attention of the detective. Now, all Louise had to do was call for help! As long as she makes a sound, she can be saved!
But what Louise didn't know was that Curson made no less noise than here, and
"Hmm, ~ ~"
Louise couldn't believe her ears. She tried her best to call for help, but she made such a sound!
There was something stuck to her neck. Louise's strength was frantically lost. The hand-pressed on her body had become an embrace. For a moment, Louise thought she was in the arms of her lover!
The vampire's arm had completely surrounded the woman in his arms. His head was close to the woman's side neck, four sharp teeth against it, greedily sucking the warm blood.
GudoGudo...
The vampire's heart started beating again.
With Louise's paralysis, Ryan felt 'life' again.
Louise felt her consciousness was far away from herself. The only thing she could do was to groan full of ambiguity! Louise felt that she must be hopeless. The heavier and heavier eyelids made her vision blurred and smaller at the same time. Strangely, the other party's actions became softer and softer.
Louise felt herself on the bed. She desperately wanted to close her eyelids slowly. She wanted to take a final look at the true face of the 'man' who had taken her life!
On the four snow-white fangs, the bright red liquid was licked by the tongue. In the case of excessive blood loss, Louise's heart could not accelerate in response to 'panic', and her eyes were unconsciously attracted by the two red pupils above the fangs.
"When you wake up, you won't talk to anyone about all this. You'll come to me and answer my questions."
Louise lost consciousness.
Ryan looked at the sleeping woman, smiled, and looked at the wall mirror that only reflected Louise. His attention was not on the mirror, but the wall behind it. The vampire can now clearly hear the sound of glass rubbing against the wallpaper. That's the honest detective Curson looking for a better place to hear.
The fangs retracted and the pupils returned to normal light green. Ryan settled Louise and put on the bathrobe Louise had put away for him. This was a little different from his original plan. It should have been happy eating, but the woman's unusual vigilance disrupted Ryan's action.
But now Ryan was full of energy. He left room 203 contentedly and knocked on the door of Room 202.
Detective Curson was wondering why welfare ended so early! Is the man who looks very gentlemanly a fast shooter?
There was a knock at the door. Curson put down his cup, held his gun in both hands, stepped lightly, and leaned quickly towards the door. Beyond the cat's eye was a man wearing only a bathrobe. His pale skin color and ruddy thin lips gave people a strange feeling.
"Who?" Curson stood on his feet, his muscles taut from his shoulders to his fingers. The muzzle of the gun was on the knee of the man outside the door, trying to ask in an impatient tone like a normal hotel guest.
Curson had recognized that this was the man who took the woman. Now the situation was not very clear. Curson, as a detective, needed to be fully prepared.
"I live next door to you." Ryan wrapped his open bathrobe tightly, with the same impatient expression on his face. "I heard a crash. What happened?"
Curson was stunned and turned to his room.
Oh, god! The chair beside the round table fell to one side. The glass fruit tray that should have been on the round table was crushed under his neglect. The debris splashed half of the table, and several fruits that had been put for a long time rolled down in the corner.
"Ah." Curson lengthened his voice. "Nothing, I accidentally hit the table!"
"Are you sure?" Ryan outside the door asked suspiciously, "my girlfriend insisted that something had happened! Can you open the door and let me have a look!"
Curson looked at the man through the cat's eyes. His arm was wrapped around his chest, and his palm was rubbing his arm constantly. There was no heating in the corridor of the hotel!
"Well, no, I'm tired. I'm already resting!" The open front of the other party had made Curson give up the speculation that the other party was a fast shooter. It seemed that the noise made by himself made the woman a little uneasy. Curson had to keep acting. He expected the man to give up pestering himself under the pressure of cold and anxious to go back and continue something.
We don't expect to be able to crack the vampire drama who already had 400 years of practice.
"Really?" The man outside the door showed distrust. He looked up and down at Room 202, and even approached the cat's eye on the door to see the inside!
Curson looked at the enlarged green eyes with a strong distrust, which gave the honest detective a bad feeling.
Sure enough.
The man in the bathrobe stepped back and turned towards the stairs!
"I think it's better to find the owner of the hotel!" Ryan hugged his arms and shrugged his shoulders as if he was fighting the cold. The best actor said as he walked. He didn't speak loudly, but he could ensure that people in Room 202 could hear him.
Curson was in a hurry. "Wait! Don't bother! Come in! Wait for me to get dressed!" Curson didn't think the old man would let him stay here after he knew he had broken something in the room!
Curson hurriedly pinned the gun behind his waist, took off his shoes and coat, pulled a pajama from the dual-purpose wooden cabinet, put it on, disorderly opened the quilt on the bed, rushed back to the door again, and saw the people outside the door waiting impatiently from the cat's eye.
Curson put his right hand behind his back and pressed it on his gun. His left hand messed up his hair and pretended to have just slept. Then he turned the door open.
The spring of the door lock made a slight click. Curson's hand had just turned 90 degrees, and a force hit him. The scene in front of him became blurred in an instant! Bang!
When the scene in the field of vision became clear, Curson found himself leaning against the wall, a cold hand against his neck, his abdomen pressed by the other hand, and his right hand pressed on the pistol behind his waist was stuck! And his feet can't feel the ground!
Curson found that his sight was much higher than usual! He was lifted up and pressed against the wall!
Although detective Curson never thought that today was the day of his death in duty, the suffocation caused by being pressed on his neck and forcibly closing his trachea was forcing this idea into his brain!
It seemed that like many dying people, Curson can't help moving his vision. He wanted to see who he died in!
Red, those red eyes were like black holes. Once they are aligned, they can't hold anything!
"You'll stay here all night until the lady in the next room wakes up. You have to keep her safe until she leaves the hotel. Tonight is just an ordinary sexual deal. Nothing special has happened."
Curson nodded unconsciously.
When Curson finally got rid of the charm of the vampire and recovered his consciousness, it was early in the morning. He stared at the woman in the next room from the cat's eyes and left, which was a sigh of relief.
"It's been such a waste of one night that nothing happened!" Curson thought so. I think I must have used the wrong words. Curson will never get rid of the eyes of charm.