Five, Six, Seven in Marvel

The moon is very full.

It's very quiet in the hospital.

There was no sound of footsteps in the corridor, and there was only the sound of needles hanging in the ward.

Suddenly, it started to rain.

It was a heavy rain without warning. The raindrops pattered on the glass, and the irritating sound broke the original silence.

Kirishima Kohan opened his eyes. There was a bandage on his forehead. Anna was lying beside the bed, already asleep.

New York City Center Hospital.

"Why this again?"

"Am I so destined to this hospital?" Kirishima Kohane complained as she just got up from bed.

The time on the wall clock was two o'clock in the morning, the night outside the window was very dark, and the area around the hospital was relatively quiet, with no car horns beeping.

He was a little surprised that even though it was night, he could see the time clearly on the wall clock.

"Is this...the power of a vampire?" Kirishima Kohane said as she licked her two fangs.

He got off the bed and tiptoed out of the room without disturbing the sleeping Anna. Although he didn't know what happened, the senior looked very tired. Normally, even such a small sound would be enough to wake this woman up.

"Where are you going, sir? You can't go out yet." The nurse on duty stopped him.

"It's nothing, I'm going for a walk and I'll be back soon." Kirishima Kohan said.

"No, sir, I can't let you go out. Don't embarrass me."

"Give me the discharge certificate."

"What?"

"My name is Kirishima Kohan. I can go out after I sign the discharge certificate. Give it to me quickly!"

His tone was a little anxious.

"Sorry, the discharge certificate was not issued long ago, and it is two o'clock in the morning. The patient must rest at this time..."

Kirishima Kohan looked at her, his scarlet eyes ferocious and terrifying.

"Damn vampire urge!"

"I'll be out for a while and I'll be back soon. Trust me, you don't need to press the alarm bell under the table. If you check the records, you will know that I am a frequent visitor to this hospital, whether I am visiting or hospitalized."

The nurse was too frightened to say anything. Those eyes were so scary. It was the first time she heard this reason, "A frequent visitor to the hospital?"

Kirishima Kohane left, and the nurse actually checked the hospitalization records. These things are not secrets, they are on the computer in the lobby.

The most recent one was half a month ago.

Kirishima Kohan suffered comminuted fractures throughout her body.

She continued to look down,

Kirishima Kohane was shot in the heart.

If the hospitalization records are correct, the boy's whole body was first shattered and fractured in half a month, and then he recovered in less than half a month. After he was discharged, his heart was shot again, and he was saved?

The nurse couldn't help but start to guess how he would come back next time.

The rain fell on Kirishima Kohane.

These raindrops could not calm the blood-sucking urge. Now he wanted to find a passerby to take a sip, but countless people passed by, and Kirishima Kohan could see the blood flowing under their skin.

Very dirty.

Yes, these people's blood was dirty and he couldn't arouse any interest in it.

Maybe hungry people will eat anything, but Kirishima Kohan didn't attack ordinary people. Something in his heart guided him. This was probably the blood-sucking instinct. He knew about delicious food, these dirty blood and what he was about to eat.

What I got was nothing compared to what I got.

Even a hungry person will not give up delicious food and eat unpalatable food.

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Delia stood by the window.

Whether it's Serbia or New York, it makes no difference to her, she still likes to stand by the window in a daze.

Although the past life was hard, at least there was someone at home waiting for her.

Now she lives in the apartment that Sylvie rented for her. Sylvie is very good to her, ten thousand times better than that damn dad, but he still likes the old place, the one full of wine bottles and takeaway boxes.

house.

Imperial University is the same as the school in Serbia. When school is over, the playground will be full of cars. The dazzling emergency lights are annoying. Parents hold umbrellas in the rain and call their children's names.

All the same.

Serbia and New York are the same.

No matter how long she waited, no one would come to pick her up. A boy once asked her who she was waiting for.

"I'm not waiting for anyone, and no one will come."

This was Delia's answer at first. She looked at the boy's somewhat panicked eyes. Someone would talk to her in New York. Maybe the two places were different.

She didn't notice the time. Once a person starts to be in a daze, she will gradually ignore the time. Delia is this kind of person. Whether it is in the middle of the night or in the morning, these things have nothing to do with him.

The school door was pushed open. This is not a hospital, and the janitor will not go to work at two o'clock in the morning.

Delia was a little surprised. She remembered that the door was locked, but the boy opened the iron door as easily as he opened the door of his house.

Maybe he has bad intentions. Those who enter the school at this time are just thieves, but which thief would be an idiot and come to steal the school?! Even if there is surveillance, there is really nothing valuable in this place.

The person pushing the door was walking towards me, and his purpose was clear, as if he was coming for me.

This is really interesting.

He didn't have any enemies in New York, but someone actually dared her idea. The temperature in the classroom suddenly dropped. If the man dared to approach the window, he would be frozen into an ice sculpture in 0.3 seconds. Then Delia ran back to the surveillance camera on the second floor.

The room erased the evidence.

The man actually came towards her, his eyes were blood red and there was drool at the corner of his mouth.

What is this?

A drugged gangster?

Delia felt sick, and ice condensed on his hands.

The man came closer. What was more eye-catching than his scarlet eyes was his white hair. He seemed to be only about 1.6 meters tall. He was probably still a child.

Among the people Delia knew, there was only one person with white hair who was 1.6 meters tall. Without even thinking about it, it must be Kirishima Kohane.

"Why are you here?"

Delia opened the window and wanted to greet him, but Kirishima Kohan immediately rushed towards him like crazy.

"Hey! What are you doing?!"

Delia was thrown to the ground by him. Kirishima Kohan's body was very hot, and there seemed to be flames burning in her blood. This was in sharp contrast to her cold body temperature.

Only when she got closer did she see the boy clearly, with sickly and pale skin and long pointed fangs exposed.

She suddenly understood something, as if she had suddenly solved an equation.

vampire.

so.......

Is she being spotted?!

Before she could think more, the fangs were injected into her neck, and pain hit her, followed by numbness, and her body gradually lost strength. She held Kirishima Kohane's head and tried to push the boy away, but the blood was lost too quickly.

, she lost strength within a few breaths.

The girl closed her eyes. This feeling was very unpleasant. Her body was between paralysis and semi-paralysis, her eyelids gradually became heavy, and she could no longer use her strength at all.

On the other hand, Kirishima Kohane felt very comfortable, and his throat kept rolling, as if he was tasting some sweet wine.

"Does it taste that good?"

This was the only thought the girl had before she lost consciousness.