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A life that is not a vampire but possesses the abilities of a vampire is born, but some unexpected changes occur.

Su Lun looked at Jacques in front of him. Jacques had grown fangs like other vampires, but the only difference was that he grew bat wings and became like a huge bat.

"Could it be that a mutation occurred during the blood fusion process?"

Su Lun was very strange. He felt that this was the only reason that could explain it.

Jacques felt that there was infinite power in his body, and he broke the chains tied to his body with a wave of his hand.

Although he didn't know what Su Lun had done to him, he felt a strong pressure on Su Lun and was unable to do anything to Su Lun.

"Although the experimental results vary greatly, some results have been achieved."

Suellen had a plan in mind as he watched Jacques change, now more like a giant bat than a human.

He ordered Jacques to lie down and conduct various tests to see how Jacques was different from other vampires.

Although Jacques resisted, he could not disobey Suellen's order.

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A few days later, many incomprehensible events occurred in the dark country of Vashchia, and the news continued to broadcast.

In the city of Kassendel, which passes through Wahsia, a dilapidated house is emitting the sound of a radio.

"Insert a piece of news. Recently, there has been an incident of wild animals hurting people in Cassander. The animal that hurt people is a mutated bat. Please pay attention to your safety."

The radio continued to emit an incomprehensible murmur, and a paint-stained hand pressed on the power button, turning off the irritating machine.

Owen stood in front of the drawing board with a paintbrush and painted quickly. The dirty room was filled with paints of various colors. The slightly flickering fluorescent lamp illuminated the surroundings pale, and the pungent smell of chemical paints could not make him put down the paintbrush in his hand. .

This is an oil painting about the deep sea. Because the brush is covered with paint of various colors, the ocean in the painting is full of variegated colors, and twisted fish eat each other in it.

The oil painting was not finished yet. Owen held his breath, his face was slightly distorted, and he impatiently filled the brush with paint and continued painting, even if the paint box was knocked over, he didn't care.

When Owen painted the last fish, he quickly threw away the brush in his hand and slumped down on the chair next to him.

He was panting heavily, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat. The painting just now seemed to consume a lot of energy on his part.

Owen Saugus, his name.

His profession is not a painter, but a police detective. Painting is a means to release repressed emotions in his heart.

He would probably go crazy if he didn't do this because he saw strange creatures that he had never seen before.

This caused him to always have nightmares while sleeping. If it weren't for the nightmares, he wouldn't be able to relieve stress by painting.

Owen looked around. The room was in a mess. There were weird pictures everywhere on the floor and walls. If anyone came to this room, they would definitely be frightened. Owen didn't want to stay in this room for a second longer.

"Ring ring ring..."

The landline phone rang in the living room, and Owen found a rag to wipe the paint off his hands.

He came to the living room and picked up the receiver of the phone and asked, "Who?"

"Don't come to work yet! The Sheriff will get angry if you don't come!"

A man's angry voice came over the phone. Owen felt bad when he heard the words. He immediately picked up the old pocket watch on the table to check the time.

The hour hand of the pocket watch has passed 10 o'clock, and is only a small distance away from 11 o'clock.

Seeing this, Owen knew why someone called to urge him to go to work. He was late, and not just a minute or two late, but almost half a day.

"I'll come right away!"

Owen immediately hung up the phone, hurriedly washed off the paint on his body, put on a clean police uniform, and rushed to the police station with all the detective's equipment and credentials.

His equipment is actually a hard baton and a small pistol with only six bullets.

Carrying a gun here requires a gun license, but this certificate has long been in vain. No one will check it, and the police do not need this certificate.

Owen stopped a carriage carrying people on the road. Although technology has developed and fuel vehicles have become more popular, carriages, a simple means of transportation, still exist.

There was only a tanned coachman on the carriage. He asked respectfully: "Where are you going, sir?"

Owen replied: "Cassondale Police Department."

It's not far from the police station, but it takes some time to get there.

The carriage began to move forward. It was now the time when the sun was at its strongest. The factories in the distance were constantly emitting black smoke. The roar of cars could be heard from time to time. The air was filled with the stench of pollution.

Most pedestrians on the road wear gray clothing made of synthetic fibers. Because of industrial pollution, gray clothing is easy to clean.

In addition to public places on the roadside, only entertainment venues such as pubs and dance halls are open for business.

It didn't take long for Owen to arrive at the door of the police station. He took out a coin with a face value of 1,000 from his pocket and handed it to the coachman in front of him.

Keep the change, please.

Owen waved his hand and rushed into the police station.

The currency of Vashchia is a coin with a scepter pattern printed on one side and a face value printed on the other. The minimum face value is 1,000.

One coin can buy two fist-sized loaves of bread, which is basically equivalent to a homeless man’s day’s food.

Owen ran into the police station, and the guard at the door was used to this and ignored him completely.

The police station is not big, just a five-six-story building with some open space for training. The entire police station only has more than 20 people in total.

Owen signed his name on the attendance sheet. According to past experience, he would only be called to inform him of matters related to the entire police station, so people in the police station must be in a meeting.

He quickly found the conference room and walked in. Something was being discussed in the conference room. He couldn't interrupt the meeting now, so he had to sit at the back and wait.

Some police officers in the conference room looked at him with cold eyes. Owen could see it, but he didn't say anything. That's how people in this place are.

Owen looked at the sergeant above. He was an inspector. He used to be an ordinary little policeman, but now he is his boss.

He had been thinking about why the other party could become an inspector. In the chaotic country of Vashchia, one could only be promoted quickly through connections.

As far as he knew, the other party did not have any strong relationship at all.

Until a few days ago, he met the bat-like monster and the person standing next to the monster.

That person was the boss in front of him, Cochise.

Cochise glanced at everyone. He had been an inspector for a long time and was very familiar with the situation here.

What he had to do before was to prevent the monsters from spreading. Although the legend of bats and vampires became more and more popular here, he also had to obey Suellen's instructions.

It was only that someone happened to catch him during a previous operation that allowed the news to spread.

His goal now is not to prevent the spread of monsters, but to speed up the development of the blood clan's power.