The daily life of the famous detective: the undead

Chapter 5 Thirst for Blood and Transformation

After returning home, Song Pingfeng didn't go to rest immediately, but changed into a thicker set of clothes and went out again.He was going to experiment with another ability of his.

In fact, Song Pingfeng has been trying to experiment with some of his own abilities displayed on the character attribute interface in the past two days. Although these abilities are written in words, they are detailed enough, but he understands Two-dimensional skills in three dimensions, so it is inevitable that some deviation.Just like the assist upgrade, the assist range in the game is definitely not as large as he is in the amusement park today.You must know that although he found a place closest to the cave, it was still outside the fence.He was at least ten meters away from the cave, so he managed to get the assist, which shows the necessity of skill experimentation.

It was getting late, and the street lights on both sides of the road were dimly lit. Occasionally, some people who came home late walked with their heads bowed under the street lights. Song Pingfeng put his hands in the pockets of his jacket and walked forward along the road.

His target is those decadent big men in the izakaya, he needs some blood!He came out this time mainly to verify two "skills".

One is about the "thirsty blood". To be honest, this is not really a skill, but a defect.He wanted to see the extent of the so-called "thirsty blood" in order to prevent accidents in the future.

The second is the "transfiguration". He is curious to what extent it can be achieved.

Walking all the way, I came to an izakaya, opened the door and entered, several uncles inside were chatting loudly, talking in a daze that only the uncle on the opposite side could understand, and some were lying on their backs Something was muttering loudly at the table.

Song Pingfeng walked in, took a look and then walked out. The boss also took a look at him and didn't say anything. He just thought that his father who came to drink was not found.

Naturally, Song Pingfeng didn't go to find his father, he just wanted to make sure how many drunks there were in the izakaya, so he could do it after they went out later.

After Matsudaira went out, she found a nearby hospital and bought more than a dozen needles, then ran to a corner not far from the izakaya and waited.Waiting for the drunks to draw blood one by one after they came out of the inside after drinking, he didn't dare to point at one person to draw blood, it would be bad if he drew some one.As for why the needle was used, needless to say, he didn't want to bite an uncle's neck with his mouth, and what if he couldn't stop.

After waiting for a long time, I finally waited until an uncle staggered out from the inside, and it was a person.

Song Pingfeng looked up and looked around, and walked towards the uncle.

"Uncle, are you drunk? Where do you live? I'll take you back." Song Pingfeng yelled loudly, while reaching behind the uncle, as if to reach out to help him.

"I didn't..." Before the uncle finished speaking, Song Pingfeng chopped him unconscious with a hand knife. He was good at hitting the sap, but he used to use sticks and now he just used hands.

"Uncle? Uncle? What's the matter with you?" Song Pingfeng yelled while supporting him, and it really looked like the uncle who came to pick up the drink.

Song Pingfeng helped the uncle to a side alley, put him on the ground, then used a needle to find a random place in his hand, and then began to draw blood.He has never learned how to use a needle, so he knows that pricking his hand won't kill anyone for a while, and if the uncle's bleeding doesn't stop later, he may still be sent to the hospital.

On the contrary, during the process of drawing blood, Song Pingfeng noticed something abnormal in himself, his body muscles tensed, and he became excited for no reason. Something seemed to pop out from the left and right sides of his lower teeth, and the nails on his fingertips seemed to be twitching, but He clearly felt that he could suppress it, but it was difficult.

Song Pingfeng frowned and finished drawing a tube of blood, pressed the uncle's wound with a cotton swab he bought with his right hand, reached into the uncle's clothes with his left hand, took out his wallet, and checked if the ID card inside had been stuffed back.After a while, the uncle's bleeding stopped, and he helped the uncle to walk out of the alley again, took a taxi and asked the master to take the uncle to the address on the ID card, and asked the master to wake him up when he got home. Paid for the car.

Afterwards, Song Pingfeng followed the same pattern and asked several uncles to draw blood, and kindly sent them home after the blood was drawn.But the uncle in the back didn't have the good luck in the front. Song Pingfeng pumped a few more times to fill up the dozens of needles he bought, and he might have to lie at home for a few days.Unexpectedly, there was no bloody incident during the whole process, but Matsudaira Feng's expression became more and more wrong, as if he was suppressing something.

After finishing everything, Song Pingfeng hurriedly packed the needle and went home, he was afraid that he could not resist looking for someone to suck blood on the street.

After returning home, Song Pingfeng put all the blood in the needle tube into a big bowl, looking at the blood in the bowl, his eyes became more eager, and he swallowed hard.

But he gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, turned around and ran into the bathroom, and drenched his head in cold water for a while before waking up.

"I didn't expect this bloodthirsty to be so terrifying. I just don't know if it will be addictive. If it is addictive, it will be troublesome." Song Pingfeng thought to himself.

That big bowl of blood is naturally to be drunk, because he still needs to verify the "transfiguration". The method of using "shape-changing" is to use blood as energy consumption to change the shape. If you don't rely on external blood to replenish, then you can only use your own.But he didn't know how much blood would be enough, so he specially prepared a large bowl in case he lost too much blood.It's okay to be dizzy, but if you go out and mess around like on TV, you'll be in big trouble.

But he wanted to drink that bowl of blood, but he couldn't follow his own desires, he had to control it.If you want to drink blood, you must drink it when you need it, and you must control your desire when you don't need it. Otherwise, if you don't control it at a murder scene in the future, you will really go to a mental hospital.

After calming down in the bathroom, Matsudaira returned to the kitchen again.As soon as he entered the kitchen door, his expression changed instantly.The smell of blood rushed to the face, the fangs hidden in the lower teeth were about to move, the body trembled uncontrollably, bloodshot eyes gradually appeared in the pupils.Veins appeared on his forehead, his face was ferocious, his hands were clenched into fists, and the nails on his hands were about to move.However, Matsudaira firmly suppressed the inner impulse and physical changes.
Walking forward slowly, he held up the bowl of scarlet blood with both hands. At this time, his eyes were already blood red, and madness and greed surged in them.

He buried his head and drank it down. The nails on the hand holding the bowl seemed to have broken free from something, and began to elongate at a speed visible to the naked eye. Two pale fangs grew out of the blood-soaked teeth, and the scarlet color in his eyes became more and more intense. crazy.

With the last mouthful of blood down his mouth, he put down the bowl, wiped the remaining blood at the corner of his mouth with his fingers, and sucked it in his mouth.Song Pingfeng's hands fell naturally, and he closed his scarlet eyes, as if he was feeling something.

Suddenly, blood began to seep from his pores, instantly staining his entire body red.After a long time, the blood gradually receded, the nails on his hands gradually began to shorten, and the fangs gradually disappeared, but the red in the pupils hadn't faded, it just changed from scarlet to light red.

After the blood completely receded, Song Pingfeng's face gradually became clear, but it was not the same as before, and a strange face appeared on his face.

Song Pingfeng took a mirror prepared by the side, took a picture, touched it, and felt the new look.

"Is that all? I'm a little disappointed." Song Pingfeng muttered to himself.From the memory of his blood, he learned that this so-called metamorphosis is actually very powerful. It can not only change the appearance, but even the genes. If this sample is compared, the similarity between the two will not exceed 30%, let alone the fingerprint.But only from the appearance, it's not very good, it's just a change of face, many people in this world can do it.

And the price is too high, just a moment ago used more than half of the blood he just drank, and he will change back later, I am afraid that he will have to take some of it himself.

After a while, Song Pingfeng found a big mirror and took a look at his whole body. After finding that there was nothing wrong, he activated his ability to change back again.After the transformation, his face became paler again.

He went to sit on the sofa in the living room, poured a cup of tea and put it on the coffee table.Song Pingfeng summed up the experience tonight, and it can be said that it was successfully completed.

First of all, I verified "thirsty blood". This passive skill that can be said to be flawed is still very effective. He can hardly control himself in front of blood.But fortunately, this skill has advantages besides disadvantages.After he drank the bowl of blood, he obviously felt that he had become a lot stronger. Although it ended after the second transformation, it can be seen that blood is the energy source of the body in this sentence. Ingesting blood can Temporary strengthening.

The second is the "transformation". To be honest, Matsudaira is quite disappointed, because the effect is not very good. Except for changing the appearance, it may be useful, and the others are not useful at all, but it is better than nothing. Song Pingfeng didn't dislike it either.

After sitting there and thinking for a while and found that there was nothing wrong, Matsudaira went back to the room to sleep, and it was getting late.

(End of this chapter)