I think you can't even imagine the happiness of a warlock.

While the repeater was following the mysterious middle-aged man through the black fog, Chen Zhou was also looking at the overall situation through the drone ice beast group.

For people without targeted abilities, hunting vampires is not as easy as it sounds.

What's more, the location they are in is suspected to be the Accord Demon Realm, a world that will provide all help to evildoers.

In fact, when he asked for advice on the repeater during the day, he missed a possibility - killing the dark lords that must exist in every realm can also make the realm quiet for a while.

But in theory, the Dark Lord is immortal and can control the area (cell) used to imprison him as he wishes. The only thing that doesn't work out is that he cannot leave.

Therefore, they need to test step by step and explore how far they can go without attracting the attention of the hidden force...

……

Ten minutes later, the repeater followed the middle-aged gentleman who was wandering on the street at night to a coffee shop that had been closed for many days.

After the mutation, no one came here anymore. Even if someone came, they were just people trying their luck to rob supplies.

When following the middle-aged man into the coffee shop, the repeater noticed that there were several stinky black bodies near the store in a wealthy area.

If the city cannot resume operations, I am afraid that it will face a wave of epidemics next winter.

"Mr. Henry, do you live here by yourself?"

As time passed, the repeater gradually adapted to the vampire's unnatural charm.

It's not that the middle-aged man named Henry is very good-looking, but there is something about the other person whose eyes show aggression from time to time that is difficult to ignore.

Some people are the center of the world even just sitting there.

"Yes, I was originally the owner of this store, but I stopped making a living after what happened."

The middle-aged man who brought outsiders to his store did not turn on the lights, and it seemed that he did not prepare emergency diesel generators or other things like other stores.

"Fortunately, due to the nature of my work, there is still a lot of wheat flour stored in the basement, which is enough to last for a while."

After speaking, Henry looked at the guest who was hard to see in the dark: "You don't look like a Chinese. You don't have that... temperament that's hard to evaluate. Are you a foreigner who was trapped here when the mutation happened?"

"I originally went to college alone in Gotham." The repeater sighed quietly, "But now I can't go back home at all, and I don't know what the situation is like with my parents."

"Oh, I'm sorry..."

"It's nothing, I can't even protect myself."

In fact, the repeater has always wanted to use the effect of the transformer to return to China, but unfortunately the first-generation model in his hand did not have the function of resisting the black mist poison.

The head of the household seemed to have a lighter tone and asked the guests to wait here while he went to the basement to get the mountain of wheat flour.

Apart from that weird smile, skin and eyes, he looks like an ordinary kind-hearted person.

But having said that, there were not many good Samaritans even in the original Gotham.

The repeater waiting for Henry's return was inexplicably nervous. Looking around, he found some rough traces hidden in the dim environment of the cafe.

It was as if someone had had a physical conflict here. There were signs of impact in several places. Glass, mirrors and even clocks were also smashed.

Now he suspected that Henry was not the owner of this store at all, but a stronghold that he accidentally discovered while wandering at night.

After all, how could a real vampire cause conflict in his own home?

Thinking of this, he couldn't sit still and got up to explore, trying to find some valuable evidence.

There was a dark and rotten smell in the air. Although I had experienced enough similar smells behind the garbage collection system, the situation in the cafe seemed to be a little different.

The repeater who left his seat first came to the counter and found the smashed cash register and change and banknotes scattered everywhere.

It looked like it had been visited by looters.

only……

The repeater, who once served as a private detective, is also very good at observation. He could tell at a glance that there was something strange about some of the banknotes.

As his eyes hurriedly passed by, he noticed that Franklin's head on the banknote seemed to be...laughing?

When I picked up one of the bills, I realized that it was not Franklin who was smiling, but some kind of liquid droplets splashing on the face of the banknote, outlining a dark red arc.

It looked like dried blood.

The repeater stretched out his thumb and tried to wipe off some of it.

However, he accidentally used too much force and spread the dark red blood all over Franklin's face.

Now, the face of this man with a Mediterranean brain was even more ugly.

Looking at the scratched face, the repeater felt inexplicably uncomfortable and threw the hundred-dollar bill aside.

"Looking at Franklin's ugly face, the repeater thought to himself, a pathetic man without artistic germs."

The sudden narration almost startled him, and then he raised his eyebrows. With the golden gradient adding chaos, the originally scary atmosphere became a little more relaxed.

But he was still afraid of the weird atmosphere in the cafe under the scarlet moonlight.

Everywhere you look is reflected with a faint red light, which makes people think of the ominous red moon that they see every time they look up, and they have a further sense of the fact that they and the city have been pulled into a different world.

He also doesn’t know what the condition of his parents is, and whether someone will resurrect him if something happens to him during this operation.

"Dead, no."

How could a simulacrum have such a wide dharma table?

"Hey, you are too heartless..."

This complaint about a certain Jin Jianli was unexpectedly heard by another person.

"What is ruthless?"

Unknowingly, Henry had returned to the first floor carrying a bag of wheat flour, and was looking at the young man in front of the cashier with a frown.

The repeater was so anxious that he lowered his head in shame.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Henry, you are willing to give me wheat flour, but I actually want to steal your money..."

"It's okay kid, if you want, you can also take away those unused silver-plated tableware in the cafe."

They were originally used when guests were eating cakes and other foods, but under the current situation, Henry no longer had to use them.

Hearing this, the repeater shed tears immediately.

The suspicion that Henry had about him suddenly melted away. If he hadn't been unlucky and poor to a certain extent, he wouldn't have given charity and cried because of such a little kindness.

But the repeater simply thought that he was homeless.

Then he shook his head and took the wheat flour from Henry: "I don't want to be the male protagonist of "Les Misérables". Thank you, Mr. Henry. I will try my best to survive this winter."

Henry smiled happily and proposed that he accompany the other person through the now crisis-ridden city.