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Chapter 558 Serial Murder Case
"So, am I considered 'one of my own' now?"

"There is another link, let's go out and talk."

Quinn and Turing bid farewell to Norton and returned to the hall from the passage above the factory.

"You also need a logo to represent your identity as a witcher."

"Like your witcher family?"

Quinn stopped and took a deep look at Turing: "It seems that you have pried a lot of information from Glenn, but this is not a secret. Take this."

Turing took what Quinn took out from his coat pocket. It was a quaint demon hunting badge, which was full of scratches and nicks. It was older than Glenn's, but the coat of arms was still clear.

"Demon hunting is an inheritance business. Compared with those long-lived monsters, the life trajectory of a demon hunter is as small as dust. Therefore, a large number of demon hunter family emblems are often passed down from the hands of old demon hunters."

"Is this your family crest?" Turing played with the crest.

"No." Quinn paused, as if thinking about something, "Do you want to hear a story?"

"If it's related to Acracia, I'm willing to listen."

"I think there is indeed some connection." Quinn glanced at Turing coldly, watching him lean against the wall after getting his own answer:

"Then I'd like to listen."

"Glenn should have told you about my family. My ancestor, Van Helsing, was one of the greatest demon hunters in the world. He likes to fight. Before I was 14, I was like that."

"I always thought that the so-called glory of the family was nothing but the shackles that prevented me from entering the opera house, until when I was 14 years old, an ancient bloodthirsty broke into my family territory."

"That demon killed my elder brother, parents, cousins...everyone with the blood of my ancestor, but he didn't attack me, not because I was the youngest, but because he watched I was wearing an opera singer's dress, it was like looking at a funny toy, and I just survived."

"So I became his blood slave, and he took me to a castle full of blood slaves he imprisoned. He thought my surname brought me special commemorative significance, so he kept me in In the castle, I was not drunk to death. That bastard bit my neck more than 600 times in two years, and killed all the members of the Haixin family who were out. In the end, he decided to make me more memorable. Transform into a vampire, and turn me into his bride, after all, the human lifespan is only a few decades."

"On the day of the wedding, the Evil-Breaking Alliance finally found him, because he kept hunting famous witcher families. An old witcher rescued me, but he died in it himself, leaving only me This badge is the one in your hand."

Following Quinn's gaze, Turing glanced at the things in his hand.

"After that, I still devoted myself to the family business, but the Haixin family no longer exists, and my dream of being an opera singer has long been thrown away by me. I became who I am now, just to kill the world Go to all the blood-sucking beasts, then find that ancient beast, and cut off his head with your own hands."

After hearing Quinn's story, Turing took a breath.

He probably knew why the other party was a little "special" to him.It's not entirely because of the help on the way, but perhaps more because of her empathy for the "blood slave" identity she fabricated.

Turing suddenly didn't know what to think.

"I'm sorry to hear that. You're a strong girl..."

"It's a lady." Quinn corrected blankly.

"Okay, ma'am." Turing scrubbed the witcher badge in his hand, "Maybe this thing doesn't belong to me."

"Among all the people I met, you are the only surviving blood slave who appeared outside the vampire castle. It doesn't make any sense to put this badge on me." Quinn shook her head, "So in exchange... I I also want to know your story. A blood slave, how did you survive from an old man like Evangelos?"

"I hear Evangelos is dead." There's no better way to avoid embarrassing yourself than to change the subject.

"That's right, three weeks ago. The secret party split, the werewolf appeared, the northwest demon hunters and some powerful hunters attacked the castle of Vanjo, and Evangelos was besieged and killed."

"Vanjo has disappeared since then?"

"No." Quinn shook her head, "They are hiding on a small island. That is their ancestral island, and it is also an ancient relic. The vampire who once imprisoned me may also be there."

Speaking of this, she paused: "Although many demon hunters don't believe it, the reason why the bloodthirsty split is because of Accrasia. And the legend about 'Acracia'... I am in it I saw it in the castle. So I have no doubts about it. And the division of the blood clan, the rampage of the werewolves, and the dispute over the death of Evangelos were all because of the appearance of 'Acracia'. They were in Fight for that legendary unknown creature."

"Didn't you participate in the competition?" Turing finally heard some more valuable information.

"In our opinion three weeks ago, it was just a good opportunity to kill the elder of the blood clan. But a week ago, a demon hunter leader of our branch personally led people to discover the information about 'Acracia', but Before he could tell us, he lost track after that."

"A few days later a witcher who was traveling with him escaped. He was sent back by the vampire to carry a message. The war and infighting between those evil creatures made it difficult for them to deal with. They wanted to use the leader of the witcher. In exchange for our loyalty—becoming a vampire elder's internal response in the evil-slaying alliance."

"So you declined."

"No one will join forces with evil creatures, except for those blood servants, who will be spurned and slaughtered by all mankind." Quinn's eyes turned cold, "We decided to rescue him personally, but the rescue plan has not yet been discussed. As a result, the leader of the witcher and the elder vampire must also know the secret of Accrasia, the secret that can end this war."

"Then you shouldn't refuse a new witcher to join this rescue operation?" Turing grinned.

"It's not for me to decide." Quinn stared at Turing, "Why did you find Acracia? Save the human race? Kill the vampires? With all due respect, you don't look like that at all. You are in Egypt. What happened in Vangelos' castle?"

Turing knew that Quinn thought she had confided so much. According to this girl's temper, there must be a question and answer exchange.

"Not everyone can turn their tragic past into strength like you. I have my own reasons."

Quinn frowned suddenly, but Turing continued: "You can change the question, except for the matter of me being a blood slave."

"it is good."

The female swordsman took a sharp step forward, her blue eyes were like sharp knives: "In the workshop, what exactly is the 'matter disorder' you mentioned?"

Turing was surprised. He didn't expect the other party to mention this suddenly. After a little thought, he said:
"It's just something I cobbled together when I couldn't think of the right words. Because your 'barrier flickering' is hard to explain with scientific common sense, I couldn't find the right words for a while. If I had to say it, maybe I could use 'quantum' ', 'wormhole', or 'space'. Are you interested in heretical science?"

"No. I've heard similar terms. 'Space-Time Disorder,' that's what it says."

"it?"

Quinn took a step back: "During the days when I was a blood slave, I heard that vampire say similar words."

Turing's eyes suddenly flashed.

"So I want to know, did you also hear this 'scientific' knowledge from the mouth of the vampire who enslaved you? If so, it not only means that we have similar experiences, but also... those bloodthirsty people must be here Conducting some secret research, maybe it is related to Accrasia, something that can subvert the rule of vampires, or a huge conspiracy. But more importantly, this is information related to that beast, I Will not let go of even a little bit."

Turing didn't think so at all.

If the mad scientist is a terrifying existence, then the immortal mad scientist is definitely above it.A vampire who studies "time and space"?
Based on Turing's pattern, it is more likely that such an existence that has lived for thousands of years has created werewolves, vampires and even demon hunters, the products of scientific research...

"Your enemy, that ancient vampire, what's his name?"

Quinn paused: "Belt Rimmer."

Then added: "It is also a Methuselah, as old as Evangelos."

Suddenly, messy footsteps and calls interrupted the conversation between the two:

"Quinne?! Where is Quinn?! Have you seen Quinn?"

The two looked at each other and walked towards the source of the sound.

At the entrance of the hall, Turing saw that the person who was in a hurry to find Quinn was David.

At the entrance of the witch hunting hall, an elderly female doctor, several nurses and a demon hunter were carrying two seriously injured and dying companions onto stretchers.

One of them was covered in bruises, with one arm hanging from the side in a twisted posture.The other person was even more miserable, his entire stomach was cut open, and his shoulder was bleeding profusely, as if he was going to die.

"What happened?"

Turing asked David.David, who was about to speak, was taken aback for a moment, and glanced at the two of them strangely, with a sour look in his eyes.

What made him sore was that it was not the turn of the gray fox who had just joined to ask questions about such things. The key was that Quinn had no intention of stopping it at all.Seeing him stunned for a second, Quinn's expression was already impatient, David said quickly:

"That guy showed up again! Two of us happened to be nearby, and I didn't expect... Now Jules called us for an emergency meeting."

Quinn nodded and said to Turing:

"I will bring your request to Jules at the meeting, but our conversation is not over yet, and I will get back to you."

After speaking, he and David left in a hurry.

"That guy?"

Turing grabbed a demon hunter next to him and asked, "What happened?"

Seeing the black-haired and black-eyed Turing, the witcher was taken aback for a moment, and then replied with a decent attitude:
"What else can a belly be cut open in London?"

Seeing that Turing was still puzzled, the companion next to him couldn't help howling:
"You don't even know 'Jack the Ripper'?"

Jack the Ripper?

Turing glanced at the various newspaper clippings on the notice board in the lobby, and locked his eyes on the news above:
[Hanberning Street Serial Murders]

It tells the story of a prostitute who was brutally cut open, the uterus and abdomen were cut off by the murderer, and even the intestines were thrown on the shoulders.

"What did the vampire do?"

"To be honest, not necessarily." The demon hunter next to him shrugged, "No one knows who Jack the Ripper is. Although those vampires treat us as food, they should also know what order is under the current situation, and they have It is impossible for my own blood slave to let such a lunatic run around."

"It's possible that those undisciplined youngsters did it..."

"Can a young child kill so many of us? Don't forget that Hans also died at his hands! Just to save a prostitute!"

For Turing, this is just a homicide that happened on the road, and it doesn't deserve too much attention.

I just got a lot of information from Quinn, and things about Acrasia have already begun, that is, to participate in the rescue of the demon hunters and find the lair of the demon hunters and vampires related to Acrasia.

This event was scheduled to be carried out in three days by the demon hunters. Before that, Turing needed to understand the tumor in his left arm. If possible, it would be best to add one or two corpses of vampires, or corpses of demon hunters .

It's best to go out and hunt it yourself, and you can gather some necessary information in the city of London.

But he seems to have forgotten one thing, his current identity.

"Doctor Gray Fox? Where is that Gray Fox?!"

A nurse called Turing loudly, he frowned, and stepped forward:

"What is wrong with me?"

"Two demon hunters are dying! Why are you still hanging around?!"

The nurse hurriedly grabbed Turing's wrist and pulled him towards Joseph's clinic.Only then did Turing realize that his current identity is one of the few doctors here...

Thinking of the two demon hunters just now, Turing didn't struggle too much and was taken to the Joseph Clinic.

The medical environment of this clinic can be described as extremely poor in the eyes of Turing, who has been baptized in modern medicine, and the third-rate rural clinics in the main world are far beyond the standard here.

The two seriously injured demon hunters were lying on the hospital bed receiving medical treatment, and one was receiving emergency treatment without anesthesia.As for the other person, he had already fallen into a coma, and a crappy old doctor and a group of nurses were in a hurry.

"Quiet the fuck! Isn't the gray fox here yet?!"

The old female doctor yelled angrily, and then saw Turing through the cracks of the crowd:

"Doctor Gray Fox! The patients over there will be handed over to you!"

The old doctor's trust made Turing feel strange, but human life was in front of him. Turing walked through the mess of nurses and came to the hunter. After a moment of observation:

"All go out."

A group of nurses and the old doctor looked at each other.

"Except for the people on my side, get out!"

Seeing the female doctor yelling away the others, Turing's eyes flickered, and he pulled the white curtain that surrounded the hospital bed.

If the power of the demon hunter's runes comes from tumors, wouldn't there be a good research object in front of him... And it seems a good idea to apply the rune he got directly to actual combat.

"But I'm about to die... Let's save the person first."

Turing was thinking, and the sharp claws of his left hand were gently placed on the opponent's body, and the "anti-entropy" was activated.

(End of this chapter)