Marvel Magic Event Book

Salomon left the library, found a taxi in this small town, and headed to Angel Bay on the outskirts.

When he got on the bus, Salomon made up a lie and chatted with the driver. He just didn't like social interaction, and he would still lie to others when he should.According to the taxi driver, he has lived in this town since he was a child. The name of this town is very ordinary. There are no scarce mineral resources. There is almost no way out except fishing. The results of the public high school in the town are... It's also very bad. Young people can't find a way out and can only go to big cities to make a living.

Overall, this town is just a microcosm of countless ordinary farming and fishing towns in the United States.

But Salomon still guided the conversation to make the driver reveal more information unintentionally. He mentioned the Collins family intentionally or unintentionally.This interested the dark-skinned mixed-race driver who had lived in the town since he was a child. According to him, the hostess of Port Angel was a heartthrob before she disappeared. She was a kind and beautiful woman. When he was a child, Met Angelique Bouchard once.He talked in his distinctive accent, waving his arms as he spoke, and would even dance if he didn't have to hold the steering wheel.

"Hey, brother, let me tell you, I saw her when I was a child. Damn it, I have never seen such a beautiful woman. She is still the protagonist of my erotic dreams. Don't tell my wife about this. You If you are questioning me, I tell you, as long as you see her, you will not ask that question. I will never forget the way she looked in a red dress. Let me tell you, you will never see such a beauty in any big city. , even if you are in New York or Los Angeles, I guarantee that no woman can be better-looking than her."

With great difficulty, Salomon sorted out some information from the driver's rhythmic words.The general meaning is that after Angelique Butchard disappeared, the Port of Corinth of the Corinthian family once again took over the dominance of the fishing industry in the town. No one knew where Angelique Butchard went. Everyone in the town Every older man will miss that woman who is as elusive as a dream.

"Have you not heard where Angelique Bouchard disappeared?" Salomon asked pretending to be careless. "I think the police will try their best to find such a taxpayer."

"I don't know either." The driver shrugged. "It is said that the Butchard family suddenly came here. They appeared and disappeared suddenly. It makes sense."

"Yeah, that's very reasonable." Salomon looked out the car window with worry.The vehicle slowly drove into Port Angel. Since Angelique Bouchard disappeared, the place has been deteriorating and its resources have been frequently occupied by Port Corinth.The fishermen have refused to sell their catch to Port Angeles. The former canning factory has been dilapidated, and decaying fishing boats and fishing nets still remain in the haven. Only hungry seagulls still visit here. They stand on the wooden logs extending into the sea. on the pile, trying to pick up some rotten fish to eat.

Salomon felt that a fine net made of black silk thread extended from the Collins family and enveloped the entire town, just like the fine net used when fishing for sardines, catching anything that could not pass through the mesh, such as the police, such as media.If Salomon hadn't found enough doubts and clues in the pile of old papers in the library, no one would have thought that the Collins family, which seemed to provide financial resources to the town, would have such deep darkness.

Since 1972, murders have always occurred in the small town, but police investigations and media reports have always ended halfway and the cases have been hastily closed.At first, some people were interested in mentioning the horrific conditions of the corpses, but later, no one was interested in the victims whose throats were bitten.

Salomon paid a lot of money to hire this driver and let him take him around the town all day long until late at night.After they made an appointment to meet again the next day, Salomon opened the portal in a deserted corner and returned to the headquarters of Karma Taj. It was not night at Karma Taj, but Salomon still fell asleep. It is too labor-intensive to investigate and rummage through the disorganized information to find useful clues.

When he woke up, he began to prepare the things he needed to prepare to face the vampire, such as silver and some specific spell-casting materials.After Salomon hurriedly finished one of the three meals, he opened the portal again and returned to the Port of Corinth.

There, the driver was waiting for him.

"Collingwood Manor." Salomon's first words came from behind the passenger seat. His face was cold and he seemed to be mentally prepared.In fact, he planned to get clues about the witch from Barnabas Collins, and if necessary, he would clean up the vampire along the way.

"They are cursed." Perhaps because Salomon spent a lot of money, the driver didn't want Salomon to go to that gloomy place, even though the Collins family supported many people in the town. , but they are still not likeable.

"It doesn't matter." Salomon murmured, "I just went to them for the curse."

"Willie, stop drinking, you bald drunkard without a hair, clean up the hall, do you hear me?" Caroline Stoddard stood on the wide steps at one end of the living room and shouted, even though it was daytime, the living room The thick black woolen curtains in the room were still tightly drawn, with only a few rays of light coming in. The rest of the living room was still immersed in shadow.Caroline is a girl with a graceful figure, slightly plump. Even time does not stay on her body for long. Even in middle age, her figure has not been out of shape at all, and she still has extremely charming buttocks.

Not for nothing was she standing on the steps yelling that her slightly autistic brother, David Collins, had dropped food on the carpet.Under her roar, David, who had black curly hair, couldn't help but shiver, and the curly hair on his forehead trembled.

"Calm down, Caroline." A silver-haired woman sitting on the sofa said after moving the chess piece one step.Although she is very old, her thinking and movements are still quick. She said, "Don't make David too nervous. Also, Willy is also old, so be considerate of his slow movements."

"You are still unwilling to let me transform you into a vampire. I think you have experienced the consequences of aging, Elizabeth." Sitting on the sofa opposite was a pale man with short black hair and an eighteen-year-old dress. The classic clothing of British men in the [-]th century. The black coat is inlaid with many gems of different colors. Both the cuffs and the hem are extremely gorgeous. The neck is tied with a white lace bow tie.After thinking for a moment, he moved the chess piece.He said, "We have reconstructed the Collins family, and you see everything in this living room, these exquisite sculptures and collections that you acquired after the fire, and this."

He pointed to the crystal chandelier above his head, "I hope you can keep watching and witness the Collins family return to glory."

"Aging is the joy of life. This is something you can't understand. I am already very tired. I will leave the rest to Caroline and David." Age has not affected Elizabeth's elegance. She said: "Ba Nabas, it’s your turn to go.”

"Willy, where are you?" Caroline raised her voice when she saw that Willy did not appear in front of her.

Then the sound of rapid footsteps was heard, and the door to the hall suddenly opened.

Willy, who didn't have a hair on his head, ran in panting, "Master, ho, ho, ho"

"Relax, relax." Barnabas picked up a glass with his sharp-nailed palms. He stood up, walked towards Willy, and handed the glass to him. "Drink, Willy, and tell me what happened."

"Someone is coming." Willy drank the sparkling wine in one gulp, "burping"

"Is it the police or the newspaper?" Barnabas turned around and no longer paid attention to Willy. He looked at Elizabeth, "I promise I will solve it."

"No, not the police or the newspaper," Willy said with wide eyes and a look of horror on his face, "He looks like a wizard."

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