Mordgemälde

Kapitel 21

Feng Nian'en closed his eyes, and the heartbeat that terrified him became clearer and clearer with the flow of his blood, while his power—the power of the vampire—gradually awakened with his unwilling recollection.

It was a wonderful moment, one he dared not recall later, but at the time he was truly immersed in it.

As his blood flowed, every hair on his body seemed to expand, and the cool night air seeped into his body through his skin. When he opened his eyes again, he seemed to see a night sky that was completely different from what he had seen before.

He saw the tiny dust particles swaying back and forth in the breeze, smelled the chaotic and complex scents contained in the fresh air, and heard the leaves breathing.

He gradually forgot everything, as if he had merged into the night sky.

Cars, races, vampires—everything has faded away, leaving only the air, cool air carrying a chaotic atmosphere.

He gradually overtook one motorcycle after another that was driving in front of him. The men and women of the Moon Night tribe were surprised to find that the R12, which was originally lagging behind, quickly passed by them, as if it were flowing air, silent yet incredibly fast.

"They're here!"

Upon hearing the roar, the big-headed snake leaped up. Siwen continued to slowly exhale smoke rings; such speed couldn't possibly belong to that idiot.

As expected, Suzuka's black motorcycle stopped beside them first. Two minutes later, a bright red lightning bolt streaked across the night sky, but before Linda could cheer, a cloud of dark blue energy appeared before them.

"My God, what kind of speed is that?"

The big-headed snake looked at the R12, which had been lagging behind, but in the blink of an eye, it seemed to have jumped through time and space, and was right next to the Harley, and then it was running side by side, and then...

Arriving at the same time?!

The big-headed snake jumped up, and everyone present widened their eyes. Si Wen stared blankly at Feng Nian'en, who was still straddling the motorcycle, unaware that cigarette ash had fallen onto his hand.

"Hehe, it's a draw."

Suzaku's languid tone broke the silence, and the crowd, snapping out of their daze, immediately started arguing. The riders who arrived later also joined the discussion.

"My God, did you see that? I can't believe it's a motorcycle!"

"That was practically airflow! I swear, he almost sucked me in as he walked past me!"

"I bet he deliberately let Jersey win."

"Needless to say? I dare say that apart from Suzaku and Pemon, no one can match his speed."

...

Feng Nian'en took off his helmet. Under the red lights in front of the bar, his face was eerily pale. Large drops of sweat streamed down his forehead. He was panting heavily, his mind blank. It took him a while to realize where he was.

He blinked, and the girl's angry face and Suzaku's mocking and wicked smile entered his eyes almost simultaneously.

We lost!

He was startled and was about to get out of the car to say something to the girl when the bartender said, "If it's a tie, shall we have another competition?"

A draw?

He was taken aback.

“I believe this result is the best for everyone.” Suza’s voice was somewhat casual. “And, I also want to take this opportunity to tell everyone something.”

The initial protests immediately ceased, and everyone waited quietly for him to continue. Whenever he spoke to the crowd in this tone, it meant that something new was about to happen within the Moonlit Clan.

"That is, Pemon and I are officially leaving the Moonlit Clan today."

The night was eerily quiet, as if even the air had stopped flowing, and everything had frozen in place.

"It's fake, isn't it?"

I don't know who said that first, but it immediately won over a large number of people:

"Yes, yes, it must be fake. Suzaku is going to back out? Are you kidding me?"

"Suzaku's jokes are terrible, nobody's laughing!"

"Suza is never one to joke around."

The discussion grew more heated, the voices rose higher and higher, and slowly, even some sobs and hoarse chokes were heard. Then all the sounds stopped, and everyone quietly looked at the man draped in a black cloak.

Suzu bowed slightly, turned around, and mounted the motorcycle.

"asshole!"

A shattered roar suddenly rang out, and a thin body, almost naked, appeared out of nowhere, clutching the bottom corner of a Suzaku cloak.

"Bastard, bastard, bastard!"

Mike screamed and kicked wildly, but Xu Zuo remained motionless as the punches and kicks rained down on him until he gradually slowed down as his opponent grew weaker.

“How could you… how could you do this?” Mike tugged at his cloak, his right hand still weakly pounding his back. “How could you do this…”

"Shh, Mike." This was the first time Feng Nian'en hadn't seen that lazy, mocking smile on that devilishly handsome face. "You've grown up, Mike." He turned around and looked at everyone. "You've all grown up."

“So what? So what!” Mike cried out.

"Once they grow up, they won't need me anymore."

"No need? You're saying we don't need it?" Mike shouted angrily. "You're the one who brought me here, you're the one who brought us here. You gave me that microphone, you told me, 'Come on, sing, Mike, sing whatever you want, no one will bother you, sing however you want.' You told me all of that, and now you're saying we don't need it? You actually said I don't need it!"

“Same as always, Mike.” As he smiled, Feng Nian’en saw the wickedness in his eyes again. “You can still sing here now, and no one will bother you.”

"Bastard! Bastard, bastard!" Anger fueled his power, and his arms swung wildly again. "What am I supposed to sing without you! Bastard! Why am I even here without you!"

This ambiguous shout immediately garnered a large number of echoes:

"Why should we stay with the Moonlit Clan if we don't have Suzaku?"

What are the Moonlit Clan called without Suzaku?

"If we're quitting, let's all quit together!"

Suzaku watched them silently, his smile slowly widening into a low chuckle. The clamor of protest subsided, replaced by a growing louder laugh. Suddenly, a terrifying,狰狞 expression appeared on his devilishly beautiful face:

"What do you take me for? A nanny? Someone who can't do anything without me? Is this what I exist for? If you don't want to sing, then don't sing! If you want to quit, then quit! I'm not your parent, I'm not your teacher!"

"...Suzaku..."

Everyone looked at him uneasily.

"Do as you please." He reverted to his usual demeanor, waving his hand lazily. "Do whatever you want."

He turned around, the bottom corner of the cloak slowly and smoothly slipping out of Mike's hand, but just as he was about to get on the motorcycle, he suddenly untied the knot and draped the cloak over the boy's thin body: "It's chilly at night, don't go without clothes again."

"Wait..." Just as Mike was about to say something, the black motorcycle shot off like lightning, cutting through the silence of the night and leaving only a swirling gust of air around them.

"……Left……"

The microphone's hoarse voice was like the whimper of a kitten whose vocal cords had been damaged by crying; the breeze under the clear night sky carried the broken sound of the sob...

Chapter Fifteen

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Feng Nian'en stared blankly at the blue floral curtains left by the previous owner. The beige light filtering through the polyester fabric blended with the lights that had been on all night, giving the whole room a hazy, dreamlike quality. Everything that happened yesterday felt like a dream to him.

He couldn't believe he had actually drunk that bottle of blood.

I must be crazy.

Yes, he's gone mad. Because even now, he doesn't have much regret. Yes, it pains him, but he knows that even now, if he were given the choice again in his full sobriety, he would still do the same thing—even if it hurts.

He sat up in bed and shook his head. He decided to stop thinking about it; it was all a dream, over and done with. He still had two classes to attend today. Although Zhang Hanwen sometimes attended important classes, since she wasn't in town, he would have to take her place.

He was carrying his books when he opened the door and was immediately hit by a pungent smell of smoke. Looking up, he saw the girl next door leaning against his iron gate, her eyes closed, constantly exhaling smoke.

"Si...Siwen?"

The girl opened her eyes, gave him a cold look, and then turned her head away again.

"Why are you sitting here?" He waved his hand to dispel the white smoke.

"What does it matter to you where I sit?" The voice was as cold as jade.

"Huh?" The unexpected anger startled him.

"Damn it!" The girl suddenly jumped up from the ground, threw away her cigarette butt, grabbed his collar, and yelled, "You fucking dared to lie to me?"

"Wh-what?"

"How dare you lie to me!" She glared at him, as if she wanted to devour him whole.

Feng Nian'en's face went from pale to deathly white.

Oh no, Suzaku still told her. No wonder she was acting strangely yesterday. For a moment, he even felt it didn't matter if the whole world knew, as long as she didn't. He was actually only afraid of her finding out!

But before he could analyze his strange feelings, the girl yelled again, "You fucking dare to lie to myself that I've never ridden a motorcycle!"

"Huh?" he stammered. "You...you mean this?"

"This?" The girl looked at him suspiciously. "What else did you lie to me about, you bastard!"

"No, no. I'm not lying to you." Seeing her looking at him coldly, he quickly said, "I really have never ridden one before."

"Really? You're kidding me!" the girl shouted angrily. "You dare tell me you've never ridden one at that speed!"

"It's true. You saw it yourself, I was really lagging behind at the beginning."

"So what happened next? How did you catch up? Don't tell me aliens helped you."

"It is left."

“Suzu?” The girl glanced at him and scoffed, “No matter how powerful Suzu is, he doesn’t know witchcraft. What, did he find a rope that’s invisible to the naked eye and pull you up here?”

He said something to me.

She stared at him.

Feng Nian'en swallowed hard: "He told me I couldn't let the car handle it."

"then?"

"Then I saw him ride past me." He closed his eyes; even now, the figure was still dazzling.

Si Wen was all too familiar with his feelings; anyone who had ever seen the fleeting shadows of Xu Zuo or Pei Meng's cars would have felt the same way. She glanced at Feng Nian'en, and although she was furious, she had to admit that perhaps this idiot would have to be added to the list in the future. That figure, moving like flowing air, wasn't quite dazzling yet, but it was already astonishing.

“So I thought…” he said slowly, recalling that wonderful moment again, “He meant with the car, no, not just the car, but, but…” He thought for a moment, unable to find a suitable word, and finally said, “In short, not riding a bike, but a kind of fusion.”

"Integration?"

He nodded: "It's hard for me to explain what that feeling or what it means, but it's about being connected with the car and everything around you. At that moment, you're not yourself, the car isn't a car, and then..." He shook his head, "I can't explain it."

Siwen looked at him, recalling the scene from last night and the figures of Suzuka and Pemon driving. It was not the speed and posture of a motorcycle, but more like a supernatural existence.

Thinking of this, she muttered a curse under her breath.