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Chapter 560 Potions
"why?"

Regarding Turing's question, the bald Welsh seemed very puzzled.

"What do you catch vampires for? Torture them?"

As a doctor, Grace Carroll was not good at hunting.

After chatting with the kind Mrs. Carroll for a while, Turing found the patient's brother according to the other party's instructions.

Since Quinn was summoned by a meeting of demon hunters, and Glenn, who had a good attitude, was a novice, Turing simply found the family member of the patient and chatted in an empty ward.

After realizing how incredible it was that his brother could be saved, this guy's attitude towards Turing turned 360 degrees. It just so happened that this man who was nearly forty years old was also considered an experienced old hunter. Turing's request for capture felt odd.

"Having dealt with them for so long, haven't you thought about understanding their body structure?"

Hearing Turing's answer, Great Wales was taken aback for a moment, and then his expression was a little strange:

"My God... You don't mean to think... those blood-sucking crazy women are beautiful, but they are all real monsters!!! But then again... Actually, I also have this idea..."

Turing's mouth twitched stiffly:

"Where did you go? I mean dissection."

"Impossible." Da Welsh shook his head, "It's easy to kill them, but subduing them...it's really too difficult."

"Bloodthirsers are monsters. Their hands can grow back quickly even if they are completely severed. If they are cut in half, they can be closed together. If the head is cut off, they can even be reattached. If there is no rune silver, unless Grinding their heads into shards won't kill them at all, so it's not realistic to twist their hands and feet, and there's nothing to tie them. If it's hunting gear made of rune silver, there is some hope, but... anyway, these guys have a lot of wonders Weird methods, like those of the lord blood of Vanjoy, they can turn their bodies into bats. And vampires can also use human firearms and tools, how to catch such things?"

Great Welsh really wanted to explain to Turing why he couldn't catch the vampire, but his eloquence was not very good.

"If you really want to know, I suggest you read "Demon Hunter Notes". Although many demon hunters don't read those things now, the vice president is always nagging that the truth comes from practice."

"I already have it." Turing lit up the thick book in his hand.

According to Quinn, "The Witcher's Notes" is actually a set of books that records the entire history and various experiences of the Witcher. It is copied and reprinted by modern Witchers from the notes of various ancestors.This book in Turing's hands is part of it, describing various vampires and the experience of fighting them.

If you can't ask people, Turing can only find out by himself.

"Then I'll change the question. How do I find a vampire? You know I'm not referring to the Royal Institutions."

"Honestly, I was about to tell you that you can go to the city hall, there are all coffins underneath, and it would have been hundreds of years to say the least..." Great Wales laughed and told a joke, "If you really want to try ...I actually don't recommend you to do this, although your medical skills are superb, but you are only a rookie after all, and I will be punished for letting my companion die...I mean, if, if you really want Finding the vampire safely...maybe with luck."

"How?" Turing raised his eyebrows.

"Vampires have many lairs in the city of London. We all know those places, but they are too dangerous. But there are always some vampires who will go out and commit crimes, and most of them are newborns who can't wait, like Jack the Ripper... Although we are currently I still don’t know if that monster is a bloodthirsty man.”

"As for the method, it is also very simple. It is to rely on the 'potion'."

"I know you're a doctor of art, anatomy, surgery, you're unique here. But when it comes to hunting..."

The bald head carelessly took off the leather buckle on his chest and put it on the table. It was a row of leather belts filled with small bottles of various colors. He picked out one or two bottles and put them on the table:

"These are potions, they can..."

"It can replenish the consumption of runes, and different vampire cores can provide different effects, but they all have time?" Turing interjected.

"Uh...that's right, it seems that you knew something beforehand." Da Welsh scratched the scar on his bald head, "You know, those vampire monsters are different from us in many ways. For example, they It can also see clearly, or it may be sensitive to blood, moving speed and strength beyond ordinary people, etc. For example, this bottle."

He squeezed a cloudy orange potion, which in Turing's eyes was like formalin soaked in a corpse: "This is the 'Eye of Shadow', which allows you to see clearly in the dark."

"Or this bottle." He picked up another light blue potion, "This is the 'blood of roses', it can fill our blood with a poison that is completely harmless to humans, but it can cause blood thirst the bloodthirsty urges of the victim and cause a horrific burn."

"If they want to drink a mouthful of human blood in battle, then they suffer?"

"That's right." Da Welsh pulled off his collar, showing the various bumps and healed scars on his neck, "This trick has been tried and tested, but it's a bit of a stretch."

"And all you need is a bottle of 'sniffer nose'." He took out two vials of gray liquid and handed them to Turing. "Drink this, and you will be able to temporarily have and infinitely close to their sense of smell. Those bloody The smell is like colored flour, one strand after another, which can be clearly smelled."

"I remember that potions are made from the blood core of vampires? Before I came to you, I encountered bloodthirsty men of the Nosferatu clan in a fallen city. They can become invisible and summon ghouls, Humans can also have this ability through potions?"

Facing Turing's inquiry, Great Wales nodded: "Yes, it may not be possible to summon ghouls, that is from their evil power. But potions can indeed bring our power closer to them, although only temporarily Yes. The bloodthirsty people of the Nosferatu clan produce the 'invisible' potion. Although it can't make us disappear into the air, it can completely eliminate the breath on us, just like a stone."

"And the bloodthirsers of other clans are different. The 'Malkawi' bloodthirsty produce potions of 'Madness' and 'Thinker' that can make a person berserk or brilliant. The 'Gangro' bloodthirsty To produce a 'giant' potion that can make people bigger and stronger."

"And the blood of those vampire lords, that is, those of the Ventrue clan that can turn into a large group of bats, the potions refined from their blood cores are very powerful, almost possessing the characteristics of all enhanced potions, and the characteristics of incarnation bats It can even allow us to glide in the air, faster than crows. It's a pity that the Ventrue clan is the royal family among them, and it is hard to kill, let alone potions. I would like to taste it in my dreams, At present, only the branch president still has one or two bottles, and it is said that there are more in the North London branch..."

Drinking medicine can make you stronger?

Perhaps this is because certain cells in the vampire's body have reached a certain connection with the tumor in the demon hunter's body, thus affecting the organs of the human body, so this effect can be achieved?

While listening to Great Wales' explanation, Turing analyzed, and at the same time became more curious about the technological system of this world.

"What about werewolves? Do werewolves have blood cores?"

Great Welsh chuckled: "Wolfs don't have any blood core. Except for the unpleasant smell on their bodies, they are exactly the same as humans, but they are very strong, completely different from the weak-looking vampires. They only have wolves. Only then will they show the appearance of a monster, it is a black monster, and the steel skin on its body is more impenetrable than the hardest armor in the world. Of course, they can't make potions."

"Haven't you ever thought about why these potions can give you the power of the bloodthirsty?"

"Our ancestors told us, eat your enemy and it will become your strength."

"It's that simple?" Turing's mouth twitched.

"That's right." Great Welsh nodded approvingly, and didn't think there was a problem with this sentence at all. "We eat the meat of cattle and sheep, and they endow us with strength. Naturally, this is also the reason."

Eat whatever you want to make up for, right? It is recommended to eat more pig brains.Turing complained.

"What about the werewolves?"

Great Welsh shook his head: "No one can get the corpse of a werewolf. Those wild beasts are too small. They care about the corpses of their clansmen very much. It fell into the hands of other races. I was fortunate enough to participate in the siege of a werewolf clan, and I can only say that this is a very violent race, a pack of mad dogs."

After learning more information with Wales, and asking the other party to answer his own questions according to the content in the Witcher's Notebook, Turing left the Joseph Clinic.

In Turing's view, humans in this era still retain many barbaric superstitions.For example, those who promote "heretical science" will be executed at the stake and sentenced to the crime of witchcraft.And people with black hair and black eyes like Turing are the sons of the devil that the church here thinks. They are afraid of such appearance and will hang such people to death.

This is why most of the demon hunters here are hostile to Turing, and Wales is one of them.This big man has a hearty nature and is not a bad person.

Before leaving, Wales once again apologized to Turing for his rudeness, and at the same time gave him two bottles of "Nosehunter", and warmly invited Turing to have wine with him tomorrow, and introduced more witchers to him. He knew, but Turing politely declined.

It was late at night, but this was the time when the witchers were active.Teams of demon hunters in twos and threes came and went in the branch, casting various glances at Turing who was wandering around, and then Turing met Glenn.

At this moment, he was holding a large wooden box that spanned his entire chest. When he saw Turing, he stopped immediately:
"Mr. Gray Fox, haven't you rested yet?"

"Just finished an operation on an injured witcher. What are you doing?" Turing pointed to the box in his arms.

"The branch president led Miss Heissing and a group of long-clothed members to carry out an emergency operation. We are in the Croydon area. We just received a secret letter from the crow and went to supplement their logistics."

"Is it the rescue operation that Quinn said?" Turing frowned suddenly.

It took two or three hours for the operation and the communication with Great Wales. Turing wanted to find out more about the rescue operation from Quinn at this moment, but he did not expect that the other party had left the branch.

"No, it's something else," said Glenn. "A passing safari wants our help. He's hunting down a lone werewolf leader in Croydon. Three days later, this was the result just tonight."

"Arzak?"

When Turing first came here, because he doubted his identity, a demon hunter yelled to exchange him for someone, and it seemed that he was the hunter who needed to be rescued related to the clue of 'Acracia' The leader of the devil.

"Arzak Boggs is the spiritual leader of most of us, and he means a lot to us. Just a while ago he was arrested for investigating 'Acracia', and a Bloodthirsty Elder borrowed This is blackmailing us into doing things for it. Tonight's meeting was about rescuing Mr. Boggs. It's just that out of the blue, the safari who asked for help offered a chip that the chapter president couldn't refuse."

three days later...

Turing nodded: "In this case, I won't bother you."

After bidding farewell to Glenn, Turing simply walked towards the exit of the Evil-Breaking Alliance branch. He was going to do one thing, or in other words, a risk test experiment.

The demon hunters guarding the gate did not stop Turing, they watched Turing leave more with a gloating attitude.

A crescent moon hangs in the sky, and the fog in the city of London in the middle of the night is much thinner than that in the daytime, as if the moonlight was deliberately sprinkled on the entire city, casting a gleam on the Gothic spiers.

The street was empty, and Turing's footsteps could be clearly heard in the quiet night.There are only sporadic fires in the distance, and dogs bark from time to time.Under the moonlight, the dense Gothic buildings shroud the whole block like heavy tree shadows with claws and claws.

Turing quickened his pace and walked through the alleys of the city, and all the information pointed by his gaze was stored in the vice-brain compiler.As he climbed up the tall building, jumped up the steeple, stopped at the head of a gargoyle statue with teeth and claws, and had a panoramic view of the neighborhood under his feet, a three-dimensional map was generated at high speed in the sub-brain compiler, and he quickly locked onto it. a place—

church.

Turing stepped out of the shadows, looked at the huge church in front of him, and immediately spread out a phantom limb, unscrupulously releasing the breath of demon technology, and let the phantom limb eject the blade, cutting his wrist and bleeding three Hundred milliliters of blood dripped on the side of the church.

After doing all this, he retracted his phantom limbs, bounced and climbed on the wall with only his physical strength, and returned to the previous gargoyle statue to look down. His eagle-eyed gaze locked on the blood he left behind at the church door, and waited. It changes.

1 minutes, 2 minutes, 5 minutes.

Half an hour passed, Turing's brows gradually tightened, and he was about to leave as soon as he moved.

At this time, a strange sound came from the night sky.Accurately captured by the voiceprint receiver in the quiet night——

[Determination: Small flying creature - Mammalia Chiroptera - Weight analysis... Between 30-40 grams...]

In an instant, a rapid hissing sound resounded through the night sky, and a thick black cloud rushed straight to the church below——

Those are thousands of screaming black bats!
(End of this chapter)