Chapter 1: Methuselah

Chapter 1: Methuselah

"Name."

"Johnson Lee."

"Age."

"43."

The guard looked up at the thin, bearded man in front of him, put the ID card in his hand into the hand-held reader, and stopped asking questions. The small light on the reader was flashing, while the identification was in progress.

There was no conversation, only silence, and the two silent people stood in the white light of the sentry building. In the darkness in the distance, the outlines of some houses could be seen, and from the small cluster of raised ground, it was the villa district of Aleisha.

Luo ZhouZhou's heart was beating fast in his throat, but his demeanor was still calm. Even if there was anything unusual, it would not be obvious, since his face was covered with a beard.

"Johnson Lee, you want to go to the Bayard district?" The guard's businesslike questioning, with its tiredness, gave Luo ZhouZhou some hope.

It was now midnight, and the guard must have wanted nothing more than to get off duty, his vigilance must have been lowered, so he probably would be released after a few more casual questions.

"Yes, I'm going to look for my aunt in the Bayard district. She has had a sudden illness, and I'm going to take care of her," Luo ZhouZhou recited the words he had thought out in advance. His voice was shaking a little because he was so nervous. But the guard thought it was from grief and didn't mind.

The district of Bayard was different from the district of Aleisha, where Luo ZhouZhou was now. It was said that all the people there were civilians, and the houses were as densely packed as a beehive. Unlike Aleisha, where there were only vast forest gardens and sparse clusters of villas.

At the same time, it was very free.

But exactly how free could it be? Luo ZhouZhou felt that if he found a small house there, General Luo Pei would not be able to catch him. He could leap from roof to roof on moonlit nights, come and go as he pleased in the cobwebbed alleyways, and buy the freshest blood every night in the legendary underground trading city.

He had not drunk blood once in two months since he had entered this strange world. His body had almost forgotten the moist sweetness of the liquid as it soaked his taste buds and slid down his throat.

More importantly, he had to leave Aleisha so that he could search for his mate. If he didn't find one, he was going to die.

Luo ZhouZhou had never heard of a vampire who died without finding his mate, but he was about to be the only one.

What would it be like to die that way?

His whole body may shrivel up like dried tree bark, which would be frightening to look at. In the end, he would be burned with a torch, and his ashes would be flushed down the drain.

The one responsible for burning him would probably even be the humorless Butler Li in the General's residence.

Luo ZhouZhou could even imagine his frowning face as he poured his ashes into the toilet. The corners of his mouth would be slightly lowered, making the decree lines appear deeper on both sides.

"Beeep" The identification device loudly beeped with an error message, and a red light on top of it began to flash.

While the guard was checking the reader placed on the table, Luo ZhouZhou's body tensed up, and he didnt even dare to breathe.

"Is it broken again?" The guard muttered and looked at him at the same time.

Luo ZhouZhou reached out and took hold of the cap's brim, pressing it down further.

The ID card was left behind by the gardener in the house this afternoon, and he had found it in the flower bed. There was no one else around, so he looked at it over and over for a long while and put it in his pocket.

The guard seemed to be wary of Luo ZhouZhou, their attitude was no longer so relaxed, and they looked at him several times. His scrutinizing eyes slid down from the oversized worker's uniform all the way down to the lifted leg of his pants.

"You stand still." The guard said.

Then he pulled out the ID card and walked to the sentry booth.

There was another reader at the booth, and the soldier put the card in and waited for it to be scanned while occasionally glancing at Luo ZhouZhou, who was standing at the gate.Read latest chapters at nov(e)lbin.com Only

Because of the violent running he had just done, he almost fell over as he got up, and scrambled to hold onto a lamppost by the side of the road. When he stood firm, he retracted his hands and hung them at his sides, gripping his pant legs tightly.

"Look up." The voice said again.

Luo ZhouZhou lifted his head.

Across from him stood a tall man, wearing a military uniform. Luo ZhouZhou could recognize it as a military uniform because Luo Pei wore the same one every day when he returned to the General's residence.

But with the same clothes, he looked significantly less frightening than the man across from him.

Yes, frightening.

Sharper, more fitting, with a more intimidating pressure that made Luo ZhouZhous heart wince.

The man's face was hidden in the shadows and couldnt be seen.

Luo ZhouZhou didn't dare to look up, so he stared at the brass-colored metal buttons on his chest. His left hand was wrapped around his chest, and in his right hand, which was hanging by the side of his pants, he could see that he was holding a gun.

The gun was black and reflected a cold light. It was the gun that had just knocked the stone slabs around him off the ground, and it was also the gun that had hit him on the head.

Luo ZhouZhou didn't dare to move.

The man across the street was obviously checking Luo ZhouZhou as well. Under the streetlight, the beard on his face had partially fallen off, and only half of it was still hanging by his cheek. His shoes were long gone, and his bare feet were on two pairs of pants that had slipped off the ground.

"Name." The cold voice sounded.

"Luo ZhouZhou." Luo ZhouZhou didn't dare to lie this time, he answered quickly.

"Age."

"Nineteen."

"Gender."

"Male."

"Secondary gender."

"Male."

The person in front of him paused and repeated, "Secondary gender."

The tone did not change, still cold and low, but Luo ZhouZhou's heart clenched instantly. He didn't understand what secondary gender meant, but the repetition of the question indicated that his answer was wrong.

The vampires in his own original world were divided into ethnic groups, could it be that he saw his identity and was asking about this?

Luo ZhouZhou's heart thumped. But this cannot be easily told to humans. The chief said, even if you are burned to death, you cannot tell others. The other man seemed to be impatient, and his hand, which was holding the gun, began to tap his right leg.

One by one, with a sense of urgency, it was like it was knocking on Luo ZhouZhou's heart.

"Methuselah." After a breathless silence, Luo ZhouZhou finally stopped resisting. He admitted his clan, sounding as if he was about to cry.

Sorry, chief, Im really scared.

The man on the other side stopped tapping and uttered a syllable, "Huh?"

"Methuselah." Luo ZhouZhou's voice was a little louder and shaky, "My secondary gender is Methuselah."