Chapter 513 Longing for the Taste of Blood

Su Bai didn't know how long he slept for, but when he slowly opened his eyes, it was already late at night. There was an electronic wall clock in the monk's bedroom, which showed the date.

"I actually slept for two days and two nights..."

Su Bai himself was a little surprised. He was still wrapped in the towel. Apparently, the fat man didn't disturb his rest and recovery.

Standing up, Su Bai felt that his weak body and sluggish spirit had recovered a lot. Although he was not in his prime, at least he had gotten rid of the weak state he had just left at the train station, and he also had some strength. .

After walking out of the monk's bedroom, Su Bai saw the little guy sleeping soundly with Ji Xiang in his arms in his own bedroom. Su Bai did not bother him, but came to the living room alone.

abdomen,

A little hungry.

Opening the refrigerator, there was a lot of food in the refrigerator, but Su Bai had no appetite at all. This hunger came from the desire for blood. There was indeed too much blood loss before. The feeling of having blood being drawn, for Su Bai , is really a kind of nightmare.

Shaking his head, Su Bai took out a bottle of orange juice, opened it, and took two sips. The orange juice tasted bitter in his mouth.

Su Bai picked up the clothes from the clothes rack in the living room, put them on, and walked out of the house alone.

After getting on his Poussin parked on the roadside outside his house, Su Bai took out his mobile phone and flipped through it casually. He calculated the time and found that the broadcast suspension time should be almost over, and the story world would begin to accept listeners again. Access, broadcasting, and the pace of life of listeners will all return to normal.

Licking his lips, Su Bai took out a pack of cigarettes from the car drawer and opened half of them, but found that he was no longer interested in smoking.

Putting his hands on the steering wheel, Su Bai really missed the taste of blood at this time, even the blood of ordinary people was good.

Just like a person who has been accustomed to fine food and fine food has been hungry for many days, giving him a bowl of chazuke rice with dried radish will probably make him eat very sweetly.

Where can I find a suitable vampire target?

Su Bai was not interested in looking for criminals under the night of Shanghai, nor was he interested in being the Batman of Shanghai. His fingers tapped lightly on the steering wheel, and a smile slowly appeared on the corner of Su Bai's mouth.

It is more difficult to find people who are killing people or robbing people, and it also depends on luck, but it is much easier to find people who are selling white powder.

Anyway, Su Bai just wanted to find a suitable excuse for himself to suck human blood in the real world, or to find a reason to forgive his behavior on the radio.

After driving for about twenty minutes, Su Bai stopped under a dance hall.

After getting out of the car, Su Bai did not choose to go in and wait for the dealer to come over and ask him if he wanted something exciting like an ordinary consumer. Instead, he climbed directly up from the outer wall to the third floor.

This song and dance hall is also quite famous in Shanghai. The first floor is an ordinary living room and buffet restaurant, the first floor below is a disco, and the second and third floors are a drizzle sauna chain. There is even a small cinema on the fourth floor. , in short, basically all mainstream consumer choices can be enjoyed here.

Su Bai went directly to the third floor. A young man who looked like the foreman sent a guest into the box. As soon as he walked out, Su Bai grabbed his neck with one hand and pulled him into the empty box next door.

"Ugh...well..."

The foreman was pinched by the neck and lifted up, with his back pressed against the wall. He looked in great pain and was struggling constantly.

only,

It seems that after experiencing the scene where the Western vampire boss was devoured on the train, and witnessing the massacre of thirty senior listeners, Su Bai's world view has been basically destroyed, and he feels that the lives of the senior listeners are not worth it. What the hell, why would you care about the life of an ordinary person?

No matter... whether you have the most or not, no matter... whether you deserve to die or not.

In the past, Su Bai was still very hypocritical, and the killing club also specifically looked for those who deserved their death to kill, but now, he was more concerned about the attitude of the broadcast.

Just like the gameplay of the zombie boy, he acted in an extreme style and killed people and even killed the whole family. However, because someone in that family did commit crimes, and it was indeed because of that person's sins that the whole family became rich, so even if the broadcaster didn't like it, he would only Will turn a blind eye.

Now Su Bai has realized more how unreliable it is to rely on personal qualities and morality to control power. In fact, if there are no high-voltage broadcast lines, even the kindest and most holy listeners in the past will Gradually, they have become thugs who regard human life as trivial. Just like the former Soviet Union, relying on party members' theoretical study and report study, relying on false and empty quality study, and trying to rely on officials' personal moral standards to restrict public power can only be achieved. It turned out to be a silly and naive fantasy.

After all, people will change, and if there is no punishment, the changes in human nature will naturally continue to slide according to the rules of Murphy's Law.

"Where are the drugs sold?"

Su Bai didn't bother to talk or induce.

"Snapped!"

Su Bai let go of his hand, but the next moment he stepped on the opponent's foot with one foot.

"Click..."

This foot was immediately crushed.

The other party wanted to scream, but Su Bai strangled his neck again, making him unable to make any sound.

"Now, you can answer the question I just asked."

Su Bai looked at the other person with a smile, and then slowly let go of his hand.

………………

"Sir, we specially transported this from London."

A man with an oriental face held a box in his hand and delivered it to Earl Char.

"Haha, don't they exist in China?" Earl Charles was not in a very good mood. He opened the box with a little impatience. There were six syringes inside. He took out a syringe, threw away the protective cap, and put the needle tip He stabbed his arm and injected all the reagents into it.

After a while, his face showed a look of relaxation, and the previous pain seemed to be relieved a lot.

"Sir, what you need is more than ten times the concentration that normal people can withstand. Although the Chinese government has always been strict in drug control, this new product still has a certain circulation. This is just what you need, sir. The seeds are specially made, and even in London, we cannot get them directly on the market. We have to place a new order through the laboratory."

Earl Shar nodded, knowing that there was nothing he could do about it.

The man winked at the left and right, and two graceful women immediately came over, ready to give Earl Charles a massage. These two women were specially trained, whether they were used to transport drugs or do physical transactions. Relationships are excellent partners;

However, as soon as their hands touched Earl Sal's body, Earl Sal immediately changed his color and shouted:

"Out, getout!"

Earl Char's anger surprised the man. He immediately stood up respectfully, greeted the two women beside him and walked out together.

"hiss……"

Earl Shar gritted his teeth. If possible, he really didn't want to stay in Shanghai. He wanted to go back immediately to find a magician of the light department to heal himself, but he had no choice. His injuries were too serious. It is now very difficult to even walk freely. Rather than risking a certain amount of risk and returning to the West, it is better to stay here and recuperate while waiting for the upcoming call from the broadcast.

After all, the environment in the West is actually similar to that in the East. There, Count Schaer is not without enemies. If those people know the news that he is seriously injured, they will not let go of this opportunity to beat up the drowned dog. Moreover, the injury this time is much worse than the last time he was injured. Being beaten by that Oriental vampire was much more serious and not even remotely comparable.

"boom!"

The man who had just gone out opened the door again and ran in with a look of horror on his face. Behind him, a woman with a shriveled body was thrown to the ground by a shadow. The female mummy still held a gun in her hand, but there was no gun in her hand. Chance pulled the trigger and was sucked out of blood.

Count Shar's brows furrowed.

"Sir, save me...Sir...save me..."

The man knelt in front of Earl Shar and kowtowed, praying for help from Earl Shar.

"I'm a little thirsty."

A deep voice came from the shadows.

"Helpyourself."

Count Shar just groaned, took out another syringe from the box, and couldn't wait to pierce his skin, injecting these high-concentration drugs into his body.

The oriental man who had just brought drugs to Count Schaer was directly caught by the shadow. Two sinister fangs appeared in the shadow and pierced his neck without mercy.

Immediately afterwards,

It's the clearly audible blood-sucking sound of "Gudu... Gudu..."

Very vivid,

It’s also very three-dimensional.

Count Shar threw the syringe aside, took a deep breath, and spit it out heavily.

"An angel has fallen so low that he needs to rely on these things."

The shadow gradually dimmed, revealing Su Bai's figure.

Earl Shar looked at Su Bai, smiled, then rolled up his sleeves with his hands, and at the same time, slowly rolled up his trousers.

His arms are full of pits and holes, which are enough to make a person with trypophobia faint at just one glance. At the same time, his legs are even more gnawed into shape, and the bones are ragged. , revealed.

"These are just wounds on the body."

Earl Shar gritted his teeth and pointed at his head.

"The pain of having your soul torn apart is the most unbearable."

After saying that, Earl Char pointed forward, "There is red wine I brought from London. Are you interested in trying it?"

"Okay." Su Bai was really not polite.