"In all the futures foreseen by the dream fortune teller, you will definitely die in his hands."
Jing Peiran was once the brightest rising star of the Heresy Administration, until an "accident" took away his memory and exiled him to the edge of power. Until one day, he witnessed a blue mechanical glass butterfly fly out of the deceased's mouth at the scene of a murder, and the butterfly wings stopped on his fingertips.
From then on, he was haunted by dreams predicting death. Every dream points to the same ending:
The fangs pierced the throat, the warm blood reflected a pair of cold golden pupils, and deep in the shadow, the silver-haired girl hummed like a requiem.
Feng Muye has been guarding that midnight bar for nearly a thousand years, just waiting for a promised signal. When Jing Peiran burst in with a bloody omen, the vampire king swayed his wine glass and chuckled: "You know? The predictions of dreamers never fail -"
"But I'm going to let it fall."
As one mystery after another comes to light, the truth gradually tears apart the surface of reality:
Behind the death of the dancer, there is a banned drug developed with vampire blood;
The missing big star turned out to be the "perfect container" that successfully integrated the vampire genes;
And that picture of a beauty in human skin that can devour the holder actually hides a deeper secret!
The most ironic thing is that when the seal of memory completely collapses——
Jing Peiran discovered that he was the researcher who participated in the core plan to imprison the vampires.
Now, all clues point to a deeper secret:
When he first joined the Heresy Administration, it was a well-planned hunt using himself as bait.
The name of the prey is Feng Muye.
Intent: The meaning of prophecy's existence is to be broken