Seven Days Hotel

In the chicken farm, the orange-haired boy walked around the yard in a circle, but couldn't find a satisfactory prey. So he took out a sensor from his pocket and searched around. After one minute, the pointer on the sensor stopped moving and pointed towards the northeast direction of the chicken farm.

The orange-haired boy walked along the chicken fence. There, he discovered a messy grass pit with a dog hole in it. He squatted down, examining the soil near the grass pit and the animal hair left behind. Finally, he bent his body and crawled out of that grass pit.

"The Vampire Queen? She should be in this direction."

Outside the grass pit, beside the fence, a young man with orange hair faces the afternoon wind. His youthful and bright face exudes an obvious sense of danger.

After a while, another person walked out of the grass pit. Dennis looked serious and his expression was slightly gloomy as he stood in front of the fence, silent for a long time.

What should he do now?

Should he chase after her?

Is Helen in danger?

Hank and Abby arrived at the chicken farm just as a grand hunting operation was coming to an end. Human hunters were searching everywhere for vampire clothing and weapons, in order to assess the results of this mission and their personal achievements, or simply for keepsakes.

They are all students and graduate students in school, who have never participated in formal hunting before. They finally caught a great opportunity and naturally cannot let it slip away.

"Report: Two mummified bodies were found in the feed room. Requesting instructions."

Due to Abby wearing a police uniform, the students naturally ran over to report to him after discovering the body and spontaneously protected the scene.

Hank took two pairs of gloves from his pocket. He gave Abby one and put the other on himself. He went into the feed room to examine the two bodies.

Abby lifted the caution tape and bent down to enter the room. He waited for Hank to finish his inspection before asking, "What's the situation? Is it a big king or a small king?"

Hank sneered, sniffed his nose, and said, "What big king or small king? They aren't even a pair of dice six. There are many bite marks on the two bodies, clearly not the work of one person. They must have been attacked by a group of vampires."

Abby walked over and took a look, temporarily agreeing with Hank's statement: "This mission can be considered relatively successful. I believe that vampires won't cause much trouble in the short term. We arrived too late and didn't have a chance to see the true face of the vampire leader."

"We have no choice. The police are always the last ones to arrive at any moment," Hank successfully shifted the blame.

"Get out!" Abby said, raising his eyelids and scolding.

"Shit! two lives lost. If this continues, even the police chief won't be able to face the citizens." Hank said as he walked away.

When Abby left, she ran into Dennis near the chicken coop. He walked over to greet him and said, "Mr. Dennis, this is already the third time we've met within a week. It's really quite a coincidence."

Dennis's eyebrows were lightly colored, and as he raised his gaze into the distance, his tea-black eyes reflected a vast green field. He calmly said, "If this is our fate, it would be best for us to meet less often."

" That's true," Abby agreed, nodding. He suddenly remembered something and said, "By the way, the last shipment was of good quality and had a decent standard. The higher-ups mentioned it and wanted me to ask you if you have any aspirations for a promotion?"

Abby's meaning is that Dennis may have the opportunity to get promoted and work in a larger city.

Dennis gently shook his head and politely declined. He didn't hide the truth and said, "No. There is someone in Star City that I can't let go of."

"Are you referring to Emma?" Abby had previously investigated Dennis and naturally knew that Emma was an essential person in Dennis' life.

However, he still wanted to fight for it within the bureau. "Teacher Dennis, as far as I know, Miss Emma had a car accident six years ago and has been lying in the hospital ever since. It is uncertain if she will wake up. Are you sure you want to give up your promising future for her?"

Dennis smiled faintly, lowered his eyebrows slightly, and exuded a sense of tranquility. He said, "Captain Abby, I apologize for my lack of ambition in my career."

"Okay,then, until next time." Abby extended her hand and bid farewell to Dennis.

"good bye!"

.....

Dennis drove out of the outskirts and did not return to Star City University. He parked his car on the side of the road and walked into a nearby coffee shop, where he bought a cup of hot black coffee.

He leaned against the car door, quietly sipping his coffee. It was around three or four o'clock in the afternoon, when the warm glow of the setting sun was at its strongest.

A ray of sunlight slanted down, casting a large beam of golden light onto his short hair, creating a halo of golden hues that cascaded from top to bottom.

Dennis held a cup of coffee, his beautiful lips slightly raised, and in that moment of lowered brows and gentle eyes, he bathed in a sea of golden chestnut light, exuding elegance and tranquility with a serene smile. He seemed like a man stepping out from a comic book, unintentionally attracting the fleeting years with an air of casual encounters. Like delicate threads, it felt warm as if from a lover.

On the street, two young and beautiful women approached, with fair skin and attractive figures. They were carrying expensive designer bags, typical of wealthy and beautiful individuals. Among them, one of the women caught sight of Dennis from a distance and instantly felt an affectionate attraction.

She left her companion and approached Dennis, saying, "Sir, I would like to go to Times Square, but it's difficult to find a taxi nearby. Could you please help me?"

This is not a clever pick-up line, anyone with a discerning eye can see through it. Dennis paused for a moment, his dark eyes fixed on the beautiful woman.

He put down his coffee, opened the car door, and casually asked without revealing her secret: "Where is Times Square?"

"The Seven Days Hotel."

In the car, Dennis lowered the sun visor and put on his sunglasses. His slender fingers rested on the steering wheel, lightly tapping it as he said, "Sit tight."

"You don't have to drive so fast. I'm a bit timid and get scared easily—ah!!"

The beautiful woman, upon meeting someone she liked, naturally wanted to speak softly and playfully. However, before she could finish her sentence, Dennis immediately revved the engine to its maximum and sped away.