Chapter 40 fourth quarter

This poor woman with long tangled hair is a crazy woman, homeless, wandering and begging, talking crazy all day long, calling for her dead husband and son.When the severe winter came, a kind-hearted person gave her a quilt. It was too cold outside. She slept in an ancient tomb, huddled next to several coffins, and was very quiet in her dream, sleeping soundly like a person with a sound mind. Suddenly, a hand shook her awake.She opened her sleepy eyes, those once beautiful eyes saw a blue clown laughing at her. "Son!" she said, thinking she saw her son's toy, so she went up to her, smiled, and hugged the clown tightly.The clown pressed on her, kissed her neck, and suddenly showed two blue and white fangs, gnawing at her veins.She screamed, struggled desperately, her eyes were terrified, and she screamed, bright red blood spurted out from her disintegrated flesh, and he crazily enjoyed a feast of blood until she became an empty leather bag, no longer squeezed. Without a drop of blood, he left her.She could no longer cry, her pale face turned blue, her eyes became gentle, thinking that the clown was the god of death who came to take her away, and she finally saw her husband and son.

The clown left the ancient tomb and returned to the maple forest where he lived. There was a familiar smell here, as if it had belonged to vampires hundreds of years ago, just like the soil belonged to earthworms, and the graveyard belonged to maggots.He lay on the branch stroking his stomach.He likes to suck women's blood, women's blood is more fragrant and sweeter, especially the blood of beautiful women.He hates men's blood, and will only reluctantly do so unless he has no choice. A few days later, he was hungry and came to Maple Leaf Street, where there were many brothels, smelling the smell of broken flowers.On a dark street corner, a drunken little prostitute saw him and said happily, "Clown! I want a music box!"

He dragged her into a deep alley and drank her youthful blood to his heart's content. The next morning, a scavenger found her body there, with two horrific blood holes in her neck.Several sisters of the little prostitute recognized her and cried on top of her. One of them wiped the blood on her neck with a handkerchief and found that it was not blood but oil paint. The little whore who discovered the oil paint was walking alone in a secluded alley on Maple Leaf Street the next night, and saw a blue clown with red oil paint on his lips.She was trembling all over, and when she died, she finally knew how her sister died.Before she died, she wrote the word "clown" on the snow, and it was covered by fresh snow in an instant, and even the clown's footprints disappeared.