The General’s Vampire Omega

"Name."

"Li Qiangsen."

"age."

"43."

The guard raised his head and glanced at the thin bearded man opposite, put the identification card in his hand into the hand-carrying recognizer, and stopped questioning.

The small light on the recognizer is flashing and it is being recognized.

There was no conversation, the surroundings were quiet, and under the white light of the guard post, there were only two silent people standing.

In the darkness in the distance, you can see the outlines of some houses, raised from the ground level, that is the villa area of ​​Enesia.

Luo Zhouzhou's heart jumped out of his throat at this time, but his expression was still calm.

But even if there was anything abnormal, he couldn't see it, after all, his face was covered by the beard.

"Li Qiangsen, do you want to go to the Bayardo area?" The guard's questioning was exhausted, giving Luo Zhouzhou a little hope.

It is already midnight, and the guards must only want to be laid off, and their vigilance will drop accordingly. It is estimated that they will be released if they ask a few more questions.

"Yes, I'm going to look for my aunt in the Bayardo district. She has a sudden illness and I'm going to take care of her." Luo Zhouzhou memorized the words he had planned in advance.

Because I was too nervous, my voice trembled slightly. But the guard thought it was sad, but didn't care.

The Bayarduo district is different from the Enesia district where Luo Zhouzhou is now.

It is said that there are civilians there, and the houses are as dense as honeycombs. Unlike Enesia, there are only vast forested gardens and sparse villas.

At the same time it is very free.

How free can it be? Luo Zhouzhou felt that if he were to find a small house there, General Lope would not be able to catch him.

He can jump on the roof of the moonlit night, come and go in the spider-web-like lanes at will, and go to the legendary underground trading city every night to buy the freshest blood.

Since wearing this strange world, he has not drunk blood once in two months.

His body almost forgot the moist and sweet fragrance that the liquid had soaked the taste buds and slipped through the throat.

More importantly, after leaving Enesia, he can look for a match for his first embrace.

If he can't find it anymore, he will die.

Luo Zhouzhou had never heard of the vampire who could not find the dead vampire of his first embrace, but he was about to be the only one.

What would it be like to die like that?

The whole body may shrunk like a dry bark, which is scary to look at. Finally, it was burned by a torch, and the ashes rushed into the sewer.

And the one responsible for burning himself must be the unsmiling butler Li in the General's Mansion.

Luo Zhouzhou could even think of the way he frowned when he poured himself into the sewer. The corners of the mouth are slightly lowered, making the lines on both sides appear deeper.

"Di————" The recognizer made an error beep, and the red light on the top began to flicker.

The guards looked at the recognizer placed on the table, Luo Zhouzhou's body was tight, and the atmosphere did not dare to come out.

"Is it broken again?" the guard muttered, and glanced at him at the same time.

Luo Zhouzhou reached out to hold the brim of the peaked cap, and pressed it down again.

This identity card was left by the gardener in the mansion this afternoon, and he picked it up in the flower bed.

There was no one else around at the time, so he looked over and over for a long time, and put it in his arms.

The guard seemed to be wary of Luo Zhouzhou, his attitude was no longer so loose, and he looked at him several times.

The scrutiny gaze slid all the way from the oversized worker's uniform to the rolled up trouser leg.

"You stand still," the guard said.

Then he took out the identification card and walked to the sentry booth.

There was another recognizer in the sentry booth. The soldiers put the card in, and while waiting to read it, they looked at Luo Zhouzhou who was standing at the bayonet from time to time.

Luo Zhouzhou rolled his eyes under the cover of his hat, and glanced at the bayonet retractable door not far away.

The telescopic door was about ten meters away from him. It was not closed tightly, just enough to allow one person to pass through. It is estimated that it was set aside for the guards to come and go.

"Di——" The sound of the recognizer not passing through sounded again, sharp and hurried.

"What's the matter?" asked another guard in the sentry box.

The guard at the beginning looked at the identification card, "I don't know, I read it twice..."

Luo Zhouzhou slowly moved towards the gap while they were holding the card and talking in a low voice.

When there was about a few meters left, he ran, and then quickly got out.

The road outside the bayonet is still very spacious, with tall trees on both sides, dappled with light and shadow under the shining of street lamps.

Luo Zhouzhou ran wildly on the empty road, only hearing his own footsteps and fierce heartbeat.

Immediately afterwards, there was a torrent of chasing footsteps and shouts behind him.

"Someone broke through."

"Stop, shoot without stopping."

Don't stop, can't stop, bullets can't hurt me, I can heal myself, keep running, don't be afraid.

Hearing these shouts, Luo Zhouzhou's footsteps did not slow down at all.

But this body is too weak, he can neither leap on the roof and gallop, nor can he escape on the top of the tree beside the road.

Even because it didn't see a level of steps clearly, its outline was mixed with the light and shadow of the street lamp, like the shadow of leaves, and almost fell.

Since Luo Zhouzhou has remembered, he has never run so hard.

The peaked cap on his head had already fallen off, and the soft black short hair stretched out, beating in the night breeze.

He felt that his lungs were about to burst open, and his temples bulged. But had to grit his teeth and ran through two long streets in a row.

The lights gradually increased along the way, and when this street ran out, there would be a few forks.

Just enter the side road, Luo Zhou Zhou thought, I can find a corner to hide after entering the side road.

The people behind were still chasing after him persistently, but the shouts were getting further and further away from him.

They are going to be dumped.

But at this time, an alarm sounded suddenly behind the side, and it was obvious that someone else had caught up halfway.

Just hold on, they didn't shoot, don't stop!

An alley is right in front of you, and you can see the cramped alleyway and the slab ground with cold light.

The deeper part was shrouded in darkness, and it seemed extremely safe.

"Pop!" Just when Luo Zhouzhou was about to set foot on that lane, a clear gunshot came from behind him.

At the same time, a white spark emerged from the slate floor beside him, and several stone chips splashed.

Luo Zhouzhou suddenly stopped his galloping pace and staggered two steps forward.

I am not afraid, I can heal myself.

Just when he was about to start running again, "Plap!" The sound of the connected gun sounded. Using him as the origin, several sparks spattered from the surrounding slate floor.

Luo Zhouzhou didn't dare to move anymore and squatted down holding his head.

The gunfire and sirens finally stopped, and the surroundings returned to quiet. He still hugged his head and squatted, panting violently.

"Crack, crack, crack." The sound of the heel hitting the ground sounded, and someone was walking towards him.

The voice was dull and rhythmic, and it didn't sound anxious or slow.

Luo Zhouzhou hugged his head and stared at the slate floor in front of him, and a pair of black high-barreled leather boots that did not touch half a particle of dust appeared in his field of vision.

The leather boots stopped in front of him, and then, a cold, hard tube pushed his head against his head.

Luo Zhouzhou's head swayed twice. He knew what it might be, and instantly stiffened and his vest felt cold.

"Stand up." A voice that was colder than the barrel of a gun sounded overhead.

Luo Zhouzhou stood up.

Because of the violent running just now, when he got up, his legs were soft and almost fell, and he hurriedly supported a lamp post beside the road.

After standing firm, he withdrew his hands, hanging down on both sides and tightly grasping the trouser legs.

"Look up." The voice said again.

Luo Zhouzhou raised his head.

Opposite him stood a tall man, dressed in a military uniform.

Luo Zhouzhou could recognize this as the military uniform, because when Lope returned to the general's house every day, he wore the same.

But the same clothes, he was obviously not as scary as the opposite person.

Yes, terrible.

Even more sharp, more subdued, with a more intimidating coercion, made Luo Zhouzhou feel terrified.

The man's face was hidden in the shadows, unable to see clearly.

Luo Zhouzhou didn't dare to look up and look closely, so he was determined to stare at the brass-colored metal buttons on his chest.

His left hand was wrapped around his chest, and Yu Guangneng glanced at the right hand hanging on the side of his pants, still holding a gun.

The dark gun body reflected icy light.

It was this gun that flew the stone slabs around him just now, and it was also the gun that pushed his head.

Luo Zhou didn't dare to move on Monday.

The person opposite was obviously also looking at Luo Zhouzhou.

Under the street lamp, part of the beard on his face had fallen off, and only half was still hanging by his cheeks.

He lost his shoes a long time ago, and stepped barefoot on two trouser legs that had slipped off the ground.

"Name." The cold voice sounded.

"Luo Zhouzhou." Luo Zhouzhou didn't dare to lie this time, he answered quickly.

"age."

"19."

"gender."

"male."

"Gender differentiation."

"……male."

The person on the other side paused and repeated: "Gender differentiation."

The tone did not change, it was still cold and deep, but Luo Zhouzhou's heart tightened instantly.

He didn't understand what it meant to differentiate between genders, but he repeated the question to the person facing him, indicating that his answer was wrong.

The vampires in his original world are divided into ethnic groups. Could it be that he saw his identity and asked this?

Luo Zhouzhou felt a little bit in his heart.

But this cannot be easily told to humans, the patriarch said, even if it is burned to death, it cannot be told to other people.

The opposite person seemed to be a little impatient, and the hand holding the gun began to slap his right leg.

A moment, with urgency, like a knock on Luo Zhouzhou's heart.

"Mathusala." After a suffocating silence, Luo Zhouzhou finally stopped insisting.

He admitted his ethnicity, and his voice sounded like he was about to cry.

I'm sorry, patriarch, I'm so scared.

The person on the opposite side stopped the clapping motion and uttered a syllable, "Huh?"

"Methusala." Luo Zhouzhou's voice was louder and trembling, "My gender is Methuselah."