Chapter 42: Public trial in progress. The repairman successfully used his fists to confuse the traitor...
The repairman successfully used his fists to make the traitor turn back from his wrong path, and he regretted his actions and was in great pain.
My companion stood at a distance with his hands in his pockets.
Tsk tsk tsk, the companion shook his head, how cruel.
The repairman, who was working late at night, smiled slightly and said, "Do you have any objections now?"
“No more, no more!”
The prisoner answered quickly, fearing that if he was a step slower the man would pretend he didn't hear him and continue to beat him.
"Why don't you leave!" the repairman said angrily.
Hunters who work late at night are so resentful that they can eat vampires alive.
"Yes, yes." The prisoner used his hands and feet to get up from the ground and walked in front obediently.
The repairman followed behind with his hands in his pockets, chatting with his companions as if no one was around: "When will the public trial take place?"
The prisoner shuddered.
My companion was checking his phone, "I think it's around eight or nine. It used to be around this time."
The prisoner slowed down.
The repairman snorted coldly.
The prisoner quickened his pace.
Her companion knew what she was thinking. "Don't worry. If everything goes well, we should be in District 17 before 3:30."
"There are a full four hours to rest."
The mechanic has no desire to live.
*
In the early morning, Rhett found Marta sipping wine by the window.
He first briefly talked about the cockroaches, and then he said, "I heard that Typhon lost his powers. Is that true?"
The Duke slowly shook the wine glass in his hand.
"Yes, what?"
Rhett showed an expectant expression: "I want to kill him."
"I have a grudge against him, you know."
And...even if we don't mention this festival, he still has reasons to kill Typhon.
Marta rested her chin on her hand and nodded noncommittally.
The sun slowly rose.
The morning sun was not very hot, but Rhett already felt the fear that boiling water would be poured down on his head at any time.
The sunlight climbed up the window sill of the castle inch by inch, and the emerald green vines cast shadows.
The two vampires left the window before being hit by the sunlight.
"I'm going to kill Typhon. Do you want to watch?"
The Duke looked bored: "Whatever."
She suddenly asked, "How do you feel about teaching Fei?"
Rhett chose his words carefully: "I think there is a certain possibility for her."
The Duke didn't respond, she was still immersed in the questions from this morning.
The matter concerning Fei can only briefly divert my attention for these two minutes.
...The public trial has been brought forward and will be held at 8 o'clock this morning.
Rhett knew it too, but they had done what they could.
The two hunters who were not killed should be put on trial, he thought.
*
"No, you can't treat me like this--!" Marquis Typhon seemed not to understand the situation.
The lion, having lost its claws, roars.
Rhett leaned closer curiously. "No way...are you really angry? I don't remember you being the type to show your expression on your face."
He was right, Typhon certainly knew what would happen to him.
But Typhon also knew better that it was undoubtedly wishful thinking for someone without any ability to occupy a high position in the vampire clan.
The lion showed a pleading expression: "I can do something for you, if you will spare my life."
Rhett, however, didn't intend to leave him with any delusion that he would survive: "I walked for so long, hiding from the sun, before I found you."
He gave a harmless smile: "Killing you and letting me take over, isn't that a better option, my Lord Marquis?"
Rhett is still an earl, but he undoubtedly has the ability to ascend to the position of marquis.
However, there are also factional disputes among vampires, and he has no good opportunities to rise to power in the near future.
But things are different now. Isn’t the opportunity coming to you?
Typhon's tone suddenly changed: "Don't you want to know how I lost my powers?"
To be fair, Rhett wanted to know.
There weren't many ways to temporarily deprive someone of their superpowers, and completely making them disappear was unheard of.
but……
Is it a big deal if a vampire's supernatural powers disappear?
Rhett smiled and said, "Don't think about it, Marquis. Think about how you will die."
He lifted the marquis by the collar with one hand and dragged him toward the window.
The Marquis was shouting again, but Rhett was no longer bothered to listen to what the man was saying.
People who have no power will not be taken seriously no matter what they say.
Not far away, the edge of a black cloak brushed across the floor, and the person landed silently in the castle.
She came to watch.
Typhon saw her too.
His eyes were almost bloodshot - it turned out to be you, it was indeed you!
"Marta! You're going to regret this!"
Duke Marta seemed not to hear what he said at all and reached out to brush the dust off his collar.
Then she looked over.
Like a tourist watching monkeys, I was a little interested in what I would see next.
With anger overflowing in his chest, Typhon could not understand the behavior of these two lunatics at all!
There are many ways to kill him.
And Rhett walked to the window.
Not a single ray of sunlight could get through the blocked windows.
*
"Draw the curtains, close them tightly."
The head teacher smiled an honest smile and said, "There's no class this morning. I'll show you the projection."
Bai Li was sitting by the window and pulled the curtains.
The classroom darkened.
She looked at the curtain, and the scene turned to the solemn courtroom.
She suddenly realized that it was a public trial.
One minute before the public trial began, the camera slowly shifted from the victim's family members in the seats to the many senior officials of the Hunter Association.
In fact, no one has the victim's family written on their face.
But their performances were all too serious. Some of them were holding something in their hands, and their expressions looked like they would lose control of their anger or burst into tears in the next second.
Bai Li did not receive any notice to go to the public trial, she guessed it was because she was not yet an adult.
But she saw her parents, who were holding each other's hands and looking a little sad.
...That's right. After all, he's a child I've raised for more than ten years. How can I not be sad?
On the stage, the familiar spherical president floated in the air. Its voice was always the same, and it was impossible to tell whether it was male or female, young or old. It was always calm and solemn.
"After investigation, you have violated many laws and regulations, including the Hunter's Code, the Protected Area Regulations, and the Human Rights Law."
"You wore hunter uniforms, yet you collaborated with vampires to deceive the people of several protected areas."
"It caused two deaths and 39 injuries, bringing serious damage to the protected area and incalculable economic losses."
*
Rhett looked at the window locks. All vampire buildings were like this. The windows were not covered with curtains, but with hard and completely light-proof wooden boards.
Only Duke Marta's residence is decorated with flowing curtains.
There was a padlock on the board.
Rhett looked down at Typhon.
At this moment, the Marquis seemed to finally realize that fate would not take a new turn.
Rhett suddenly asked, "Do you regret it?"
The Marquis didn't seem to want to answer his question at all.
But Rhett wasn't here for an answer.
More than ten years was enough time for him to chew over his hatred over and over again, every night when the moon was quiet.
He couldn't forget where he came from.
Rhett murmured, "True. A vampire like you certainly doesn't remember much of what you've done."
Do you remember how much bread you eat? *
Vampires certainly don't remember how many people they have killed.
Even now, Typhon hadn't figured out why Rhett was so determined to kill him.
Typhon finally spoke, and now he just thought that this man was crazy.
"Did I kill your friend? Or your lover?"
Otherwise, why are you so determined to hate me?
Rhett smiled inexplicably, he knew what Typhon meant.
But he just said, "You really don't remember."
Duke Marta smoothed his collar leisurely, looking elegant and comfortable, as if he was tasting wine, and was not in a hurry to wait for the Marquis' death.
“One more minute,” she reminded him.
Rhett responded.
*
On the screen, the projection continues to play.
The president displayed one by one the crimes committed by this group of people, as well as the evidence and clues collected.
The witnesses were sitting not far away, gritting their teeth.
The clock ticks in time with the traitor's heartbeat, moving towards a judgment that cannot be denied.
The sunlight slants down inch by inch, and its light shines on the earth.
"Begin execution."
The president announced the verdict in a calm tone.
Bai Li finally met Jiuyi.
The experienced hunter stepped forward, flecks of light dancing on the ends of her hair.
She had no sharp weapons or guns, she was empty-handed and just stood behind the traitor.
Jiuyi stretched out his hand and his fingertips landed above the traitor.
*
Rhett calmed down and unlocked the window.
The sun's rays poured in through the narrow window, and the warm sunlight squeezed in and covered the ground beside the window.
Spots of light danced on the Vampire Marquis's body.
“Aa ...
The Marquis had never been more miserable than he was now in his life. The sunlight was like molten lava from hell, splashing on his sinful soul.
Then even the soul melted.
*
The sun was very warm today, and Bai Li squinted her eyes like a cat sunbathing.
She finally knew what Jiuyi's special ability was.
The traitor knelt on the ground, and starting from the head closest to the executor's fingertips, he decomposed and dissipated.
Countless points of light scattered.
It is said that every atom in the human body came from a star that exploded in the distant past.
A dead star, a living life.
But now, life returns to the dust of the stars, and the soul is scattered under the universe.
The soul and body return to their most authentic form.
Nine one, nine one.
Everything comes back to one.
*
The Marquis died, but his death was not very peaceful.
Vampires of this level are not like low-level vampires who will evaporate and dissipate in the first second when exposed to sunlight.
Instead, there is a certain resistance, enough to last for just a few minutes.
Therefore, the Marquis's struggle throughout the death process was extremely violent.
Like every fish that is caught and brought ashore but refuses to die, it struggles instinctively, trying to escape from the dry shore.
Unfortunately, the fisherman was unwilling to let go.
Even though Rhett was in pain, he would never let go.
For a vampire without superpowers, all struggles are in vain.
However, due to racial talent, it is still not an easy task to completely suppress it.
Marta made no move to help.
Like every tourist who didn't want to get her hands dirty, she just watched.
Calm, calm.
Until Typhon completely melted in the light and returned to the world.
Rhett withdrew his hand.
His hands were also illuminated by the light, so that his flesh and blood melted away, leaving only the white bones barely connected.
He stared at his hand bones in a daze.
Vampire flesh and blood always repairs quickly.
First, the bright red muscles grew out, and then the skin spread little by little, covering the essence of the fishy smell.
"He's dead," Rhett said, coming back to his senses.
*
The killings on September 1st were devoid of any human touch.
To be more precise, it is not about killing people, but about allowing those people to return to their most original state.
But anyway——
They are dead.
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