1982: Small Town Bloodline Records

Under the veil of night, I am king.

Marmon Croft thought of another murder the first moment he saw the bedroom.

"The Webster Manor case?" Antiago repeated.

"Yes." Marmon Croft raised his foot and wanted to enter, but the floor in front of him was covered in blood and broken flesh, and there was no room for him to step down.

A strong bloody smell spread over the face, making the two of them almost unable to open their eyes.Sergeant Croft covered his mouth and nose, took a step back, and dragged Antiago to the living room where the air was slightly ventilated.

What they should do is to contact other police stations and ask them to send some more people here to check the scene—even if there is a high probability that nothing can be found, some necessary procedures still have to go.

Taking advantage of this time, Antiago recalled the information about Brodica Town that he had read before, patted his head and said, "I remembered, is it that famous unsolved case?"

Sergeant Croft sat down on the chair in the living room. The strong smell of blood made his weak stomach churn uncontrollably. Suddenly, Antiago handed something over.

"Eat it, it will make you feel better."

He broke off a piece and put it in his mouth. The strong peppermint smell slightly diluted the disgusting smell. He took a deep breath and said vaguely, "Thank you."

After the dizziness subsided a little, Sergeant Croft found the phone in the living room and wanted to call the police station, but the moment he picked up the receiver, he knew that the phone was just a decoration.

The telephone wires were cut from the outside.

"Okay, let's talk about the Webster case." Antiago put one hand in his pocket, "The information I got only gave a general idea, and I want to know if there is anything I don't know."

Sheriff Croft pressed his forehead, "Actually, it's nothing. After all, no one has caught the real culprit until now. The truth may have been known for a long time. I can only talk about the information I know."

"no problem."

It is impossible for anyone who has lived in Brodica for any length of time not to have heard of the Webster Manor case.

More than half a century ago, the wealthy businessman Webster was killed in his family's estate. He, and his wife, were torn to pieces by some kind of huge creature, in a physical sense.

The first witness at the murder scene stated that after seeing such a scene, he would have a psychological shadow on meat for the rest of his life.

Flesh, blood, bone shards, and shards of viscera were everywhere, just like Benson Mullen's bedroom they'd seen a few minutes earlier.

Benson Mullen was torn to shreds and smeared everywhere in his bedroom at home.

Inspector Croft was sure he had just seen a solitary eyeball on the floor, with a small patch of reddish tissue hanging behind it.

"Until the burial no one can separate the poor Websters."

Antiago clenched his hands into fists and put them on his lips. After thinking for a while, "Their only daughter, Sheila Webster, is missing. Many people say that this girl holds the key to solving the case."

"Yes, that's the problem," said Inspector Croft wearily. "She disappeared too completely."

How can a person disappear so completely?

"If it's just being torn apart, it's not like there are no similar cases." After a long period of contemplation, Antiago spoke.

He described a case he experienced when he was 16 years old.

"It was done by a vampire who just went mad." He frowned and explained, similar to people's perception, vampires are a kind of dark creature that can better integrate into human society.They have their own set of hunting standards, and they rarely kill their prey, so that they won't draw too much attention from demon hunters and ranger hunters, allowing them to live in one place for a long time.

"You don't need to tell me, I guessed it. There are vampires in this town. 90% of this case is done by those damn guys. To silence, or something else." Sheriff Croft waved a little irritably. Waving, "Get out of here first, find a public phone booth and contact the police station, and let professionals clean up the scene."

Perhaps it was the unrestrained life that had taken a toll on his health some time ago, and Sergeant Croft was almost unable to stand up from his chair.

"Then what? To investigate the evidence against Hanger Villard?" Antiago helped him out of sight.

Hanger Villard was tied up in Antiago's room, and two more small spells were added to the door to make sure he couldn't leave.

But this is not a solution after all. If they want to make this bloody man pay the price, they must find evidence that he broke the law in human society.

"Later, we have to hurry up and sort out the list before then." Sheriff Croft glared at the young man who looked not much older than his own child, "I doubt that anyone who has a similar experience to Benson Mullen All of them are on the blacklist of vampires, if we hurry up, we may be able to find them and protect them before the other party."

Before leaving, he took one last look at the ajar door of the bedroom.

He could imagine Maren's despair and anger. Before he was killed, he wanted to ask for help, but found that the last way of life was cut off.

"Let's go."

Carl was watching TV with Daisy in the living room when the doorbell rang.

The plot of the TV series was very boring, and he wanted to leave several times to go upstairs to find a horror novel to read, but his heart beat fast all the time, as if something bad was about to happen.

In order to verify a certain conjecture, Edgar left here.

Edgar didn't find Ignatz in Webster Manor, but that didn't matter, because he already knew where Ignatz's last stronghold in this town was.

Karl had passed by the town hall countless times, fascinated by the rare and magnificent building and its perennially closed big iron gate.

Even if there is a hospital tragedy, many residents come to sit in front of its gate and demonstrate without damaging its grandeur and beauty.

He didn't know until a few hours ago that the vampire named Ignatz had infiltrated the town's politics, using the tens of thousands of residents here as guinea pigs on the test bench.

"Carl, the doorbell... the doorbell is ringing." Daisy pulled his sleeve nervously, with a look of fear on her face.

She heard the vampire talk about her current situation, and knew that something would come to hunt and kill her.

Just thinking about it made her feel like she was going crazy with fear.

"Could it be Uncle Morrison?" she said with the last chance. "If it's him..."

Even though he didn't want to, Carl shattered her fantasy, "It's not Dad." If it was Dad, he wouldn't ring the doorbell at all, but would just pull out the key and open the door.

The doorbell was still ringing, and he pulled his sleeve out of her hand little by little.

"Don't make a sound." He stuffed a pistol into her hand, saw her eyes widen, and continued to say in a volume that only the two of them could hear, "Hide under the sofa, if anyone other than me appears Just shoot, here, like this, pull the trigger hard, bang, smash his head in."

The gun was from Sergeant Croft's time, with two silver bullets in it.

She wanted to say something else, but seeing the look on Carl's face, she put away her fear, nodded firmly, and then thought of something, "What about you?"

"I'll open the door."

"but!"

"Nothing but, Daisy, I can protect myself." He pressed her lips. "I'm going."

After finishing all this, he walked over and met a round eye through the cat's eye.It seemed that she was also watching the situation in the house through the cat's eyes.

It's a woman, no, a female vampire.

"What's the matter?" He asked in a very normal tone, "Sorry, I was in the room upstairs just now, and I didn't hear anyone ringing the doorbell."

"I just moved here, and I want to send some apple pies I just baked to my neighbors." The woman realistically imitated a weak and helpless housewife, "It's so cold outside, I'm worried about my apples The pie is about to freeze, can you open the door and let me in to talk?"

Carl was silent for a few seconds, "Okay, let's talk after you come in."

A smug smile appeared on the female vampire's lips.

It was so easy, things were going easier than she thought.A boy who is gullible and foolish will soon pay for his indiscretion.

Karl opened the room, a slender female vampire with braids stretched out her sharp claws towards him, trying to tear out his heart and drink his blood.

Soon she realized that something was wrong, because the boy in front of her didn't show fear or surprise at her strange appearance, but just stared at her indifferently.

Her arm stopped in mid-air—it wasn't that she didn't want to continue, but that countless tiny tentacles wrapped around her arm when she didn't notice.

Those weak tentacles became tighter and tighter, and tended to spread to the torso.She found that she couldn't move, and the boy's eyeballs had completely turned black.

Black feathers floated across her cheeks, leaving scars.

Countless eyes opened in the shadows on the wall, and the way the eyeballs rolled around was creepy.

"Apple pie?" He bent down to pick up the cardboard box on the floor, opened it and smelled it, "It's really apple pie."

He hadn't smelled this sweet aroma for a long time since his mother died.

The female vampire couldn't help trembling.

"I... Excuse me, I have nothing to do." She said a lie that even she would not believe, "I really came to deliver apple pie, you see, if you like it, you can take it home and eat it... I just A vampire who has just integrated into human society, please let me go, I will never do this kind of thing again."

Those eyes were all aimed at her, trembling slightly as if mocking.

Carl reached out and stroked her cheek, "You speak nicely." His voice was cold and soft, "It's just that you didn't hide the bloody smell on your body. You probably don't know how disgusting the smell on your body is."

The tentacles greedily devoured her flesh and blood.

Karl watched the female vampire in front of him blankly being devoured to the bone.

Just at the end when she was about to disappear, a green light flashed in those round, beautiful big eyes.

Ominous green light.

"A penny to old John," she murmured in a singing voice. "A penny to old John."

The tiny feathers floated in mid-air, gradually gathering a small hurricane, leaving traces on the wooden door frame.

Karl took a step forward, and the eyeballs attached to the shadows on the wall moved faster, and it was almost impossible to distinguish the boundary between the pupils and the whites of the eyes, and the ends of the spreading tentacles opened greedily. The small mouth showed sharp teeth.

"Give Old John a penny." The female vampire's voice became smaller and smaller, until finally there was only a hissing sound, and the abnormal green was reflected in her pupils until she was swallowed by the shadow and could no longer be seen .

Karl blinked blankly as if he didn't hear what she said, and let those tentacles wrap around her torso, eating her bit by bit.

Bai Sensen's teeth sank into the vampire's skin, tearing apart the flesh, black blood flowed out, and new tentacles wrapped around it immediately to lick it clean.Soon, these insatiable tentacles devoured her until only her skeleton was left, countless eyeballs trembled, and she let out a weak whimper—it was too much to call it crying, it was like an enhanced version of the sound of the wind, and like It's fingers scraping sandpaper.

The figure wrapped in the shadows seemed to be unaware of fear and pain, giggling non-stop.

Carl, who didn't realize what he had done at all, stared at the scene in front of him blankly, and where he couldn't see, the darkness covering his entire eyeball had the tendency to break through the restraint and rush to the skin around the eyes.

Not enough, it's not enough.He was very hungry, very hungry, as if a big hole had been broken inside his body, and his strength was constantly being lost, and he needed more flesh and blood to fill the void.

Realizing what he meant, the tentacles continued their devouring: different from the soft fleshy internal organs, this time they targeted the vampire's bones, and soon there was a rattling sound inside.

After chewing the last part of the vampire's body, the wrapped cocoon split from the middle, and the tentacles retreated into the shadow of the wall and the ground, leaving only their master standing quietly in place.

Carl looked down and saw that there was only an overturned apple pie standing where the vampire had been standing a few minutes ago.

There was a sweet smell in the air, he squatted down, tore a small piece into his mouth, chewed it slowly, and then frowned.

It's not the food he needs, it's not this human food he needs.

He looked around at the surrounding scenery - except that the sun did not rise as usual, this is a very common sight, just like the winter days in the small town that he has seen countless times in the past ten years.Only this time, he could smell the food on the wind.

His food is everywhere.

Two lumps of wriggling tumors bulge out of the shoulder blades on his back, growing bigger and bigger until they tear the fibers of the fabric—

"Carl?"

The girl curled up under the sofa waited for a long time, until the strange noise from outside stopped, but she didn't wait for her friend to come back.

One was warning her that Karl told her to wait for him here, while the other accused her of cowardice and selfishness in a louder voice, leaving Karl to face the terrible vampire alone... She turned over and patted her Dust, tiptoed towards the direction Karl left - it wasn't such a long distance, and soon she saw the figure of her friend.

Carl was the only one standing by the door, and he seemed fine, before she could rejoice when she noticed that something was wrong: even if it was night, it was too dark here, as if all the light had been swallowed up.

Instinctive fear spread along her spine, she took a step back imperceptibly, and pressed her hand against the wall. The expected cold and hard touch did not come, instead, what was touched was something soft and warm.

She swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and took a look there slowly under the light of the street lamp outside, and found that the bright yellow eyeballs were staring at her, and her pale face was reflected on them.

"Ah—" her scream was caught in her throat, as the figure that appeared to be Carl turned around to focus on her.

Judging from the appearance alone, this is undoubtedly her friend Carl Morrison, but after experiencing being used by others and being hunted down by vampires, she also developed some necessary vigilance.

A shadow emerged from his body, enveloping the small space bit by bit, his expression was very... confused, yes, confused, as if he didn't know what he was doing at the moment.

She moved her hands away from the wall, wondering whether to yell or turn and run.

Carl must have been manipulated by something, she thought, but then there was a small voice in her heart that said, how did he kill Todd who turned into a vampire?And why is he so sure that he can kill the vampires outside?

On the verge of collapse, she remembered what the group had asked her to do—at that time, she had only heard some of their conversations intermittently. They asked her to find Carl Morrison and inject him with some kind of drug.

Why do they do such a thing?Her memory was intermittent, she only knew that someone was going to use her to hurt Carl, but why?

What value does Carl have that they hurt?All doubts burst out at this moment.

"You, are you Carl?" She asked the question tremblingly.

In between her thoughts, what appeared to be Carl Morrison slowly approached her.

He turned his head and opened his mouth, as if to answer her question, but what he used didn't seem to be human language, but some kind of sharp whistling.

She noticed that the shadow had expanded a little, countless eyes opened and closed in the darkness, and the bright yellow pupils were aimed at her.

The cold fear made her almost unable to feel her two legs, and she exhausted all her strength to keep herself from falling to the ground on the spot.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of blood-stained cloth piled on the floor by the door, and at the back of the eyeballs, the soft and flexible tentacles and their sharp-toothed mouthparts.

Vampires had come and been eaten whole by these horrific tentacles... She felt like going crazy just thinking about it.

Will it be my turn next?She wondered helplessly, would I follow in the footsteps of that vampire?

At this moment, a certain voice appeared in her mind.

—Daisy, Daisy.

She opened her eyes wide, "... who?" When she heard someone talking, she was almost frightened out of her wits, "Who? Who are you, where are you?"

Startled by her strange behavior, the creature in front of her also stopped, pretending to listen.

—Daisy, Daisy, be quiet and listen to me.

This time, she recognized the voice, and her tears fell down in a flash, "... Todd, is that you?" Her voice was very soft, as if a louder voice would make the person she miss The sound disappears.

--it's me.Daisy, wake up Carl, you must wake him up, otherwise...

What would happen otherwise?

He didn't go on.Daisy frantically asked the air, "Todd? Todd? What should I do, how can I wake him up, tell me!"

Only the approach of the humanoids responded to her this time.

She could smell the rotten breath of death in the air, and she could feel the wet, silky touch of those horrible tentacles touching her body—her face was pale, "You...are you still Karl?"

She repeated the question again, and the creature in front of her turned her head sideways, and once again let out a shriek that she couldn't understand.

"Carl, is that you?" She didn't know why she did this, and she didn't know why Todd believed that he could wake him up. "Can you hear me?"

Unable to hear, she looked at the other party in despair and took another step closer.

"Please, wake up, wake up..." she begged feebly, "I don't want to die, Karl, wake up, we are friends... You will change back to the original, okay?"

Perhaps her words had an effect, and those weird tentacles retreated into the shadows again.

He looked like he was losing control-

Such thoughts flashed in Daisy's mind, she took a deep breath, restrained her fear and carefully observed the state of the creature in front of her.

He was very confused, and suddenly, she interpreted such an emotion.

"Are you afraid?" she whispered. "What are you afraid of?"

Confused, contradictory and what else.She took the initiative to reach out her hand to him, "I'm safe, I'm safe for you to protect..."

"Daisy, safe?" Like a toddler who just learned to speak, he spit out words one after another, "Protection?"

This time, she could understand what he said.

This should be good progress.

"Hungry," Carl said intermittently. "I'm so hungry. I need... food."

food.

Thinking of the blood-stained cloth in front of the door, and the tooth-stinging rattling sound she heard under the sofa, it was not difficult for her to imagine what happened.

Her stomach churned, but she knew that if she showed fear or disgust or vomited here, it would be over.

Karl would lose control completely, and she would die...

"You protected me." Probably because she knew that the creature in front of her was Karl, she found that she was not as afraid as she was at first, "Thank you for protecting me from the vampire."

"Protect, Daisy." He started walking again, and the tentacles that had been quiet for a while popped up again.

They squeaked and squeaked, as if mocking her wasted effort.

"Hunger, food, you."

She was desperately aware that what she said was just slowing Carl down.

This was not enough, she racked her brains to think about how to arouse the humanity in his body.

A certain thought came to her, and while she felt that this was too despicable, she couldn't help being moved.

"You...do you remember that vampire? Blonde hair and blue eyes, the color of the hair is like flowing moonlight... yes, moonlight, a beautiful color." She tried hard to recall all the characteristics of the vampire named Edgar, "You love him, do you remember him?"

Moonlight, and the blonde vampire.

Carl hugged his head in pain and squatted down.

The shadow receded like a tide, and after an unknown amount of time, he raised his head, and his pupils returned to a soft gray-blue color again.

"Daisy, kill me."

He said this, as if afraid that Daisy would not believe it, "Shoot and kill me."

The sky was still cloudy, with no light coming through.

The street lamps were like floating balls of flame, reflected in the thick snow, like bright flowers blooming on the frozen river.

Behind a certain window of the Brodika town council building, a green-eyed man stared indifferently at the people passing by on the street below.

Suddenly he raised his hand, pressed his forehead, frowned as if he was in great pain, moved his lips, and read something that no one could understand.

"what happened?"

The man who was in the same room with him stood up nervously, noticed that his complexion was gloomy and couldn't help but backed up a little, almost fell on the chair, and was bounced off by his big belly again, the whole person was very embarrassed without moving forward or backward , "You... are you okay?"

He looked to be in his 40s, so fat that his neck could not be seen, most of the top of his head was bald, leaving a few greasy blond hairs that were combed up in a thoughtful way, and there were obvious traces of exhaustion and haggardness on his face.

Judging from his body language, he is undoubtedly full of fear of the man in front of him.

"you……"

When he raised his head again, the well-dressed green-eyed man had put away his frightening look, and became relaxed and easy-going again—it was just that this illusion did not fool his sharp eyes, who had been in politics for many years, he saw It can be seen that the other party's mood is quite bad, and he is on the verge of getting angry at any time.

"My daughter is dead." Ignatz withdrew his gaze and said lightly, completely ignoring that the man was trembling with fright at these words.

"Yes... who is it?" asked the man who thought he had found a way to please him, "Do you need me to help you find him?"

Of course he knew that there were some nasty demon hunters in this town: they claimed to be righteous and hunted and killed the vampires living in the town recklessly, but what could he do?He dared not attract the attention of these fearsome hyenas.

"It's not something you should care about." Ignatz waved his hand, expressing that he was not too happy to talk about this topic.

Unlike those children who could be discarded at any time, Brianna was one of his favorite descendants.

This woman has inherited all his cunning, quick-wittedness, and cruelty. For more than 100 years, she has been handling all kinds of mundane affairs for him, or killing those fools who dared to resist him for him. She can be called loyal.

He had sent Brianna hours earlier to deal with the survivor and the teenage girl who had been in touch with Sheila Webster, Daisy Willard, and he had thought it would be a trivial matter to her, but it hadn't. Thinking of her being killed so easily... Recalling what he saw through Brianna's eyes, a cruel sneer appeared on Ignatz's lips.

If he guessed correctly, that friend of Daisy Willard was the root cause of another riot in this small town.

He thought it would take some time for him to find this magical creature, but he didn't expect that fate would send him directly under his nose.

Thinking of this, his mood improved wonderfully. He turned around and met the man who said that he had something to talk to him about.

"What's the matter with you?"

"Mr. Dulles, Bessemo is dead."

Once it was his turn, the man couldn't care about the previous emotions, and the words poured out like a cannonball, "Bessemo is dead, he died in his own home, do you think... will our affairs be exposed?"

He, and Besimo colluded with the vampires and exchanged the lives of the townspeople for their own interests.

"I'll take care of it." Ignatz seemed to have gotten a good joke, "To the point, Peg, I'm not a patient person. If you continue to say such nonsense, Then I can only wring your neck first."

"I... I was diagnosed with cancer last month," said Peg, fear of death appeared on his face, "I want my reward...Mr. Dulles, you don't want me to do that either Simply die, if I die, who will help you..." Realizing that he violated the taboo that vampires don't like to be threatened by others, Peg quickly shut his mouth and didn't say a word.

The way Ignatz watched him changed.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier, Peg?" He changed his tone of false eagerness, "Tell me, and I will definitely solve it for you."

Like a magic trick, he took out a transparent columnar container from the void, "Look, I've prepared it for you."

The container contains a transparent amber liquid, which is not the point, the point is the fist-sized organ floating in it - from the shape alone, this is a heart, but it is different from the bright red color of a human heart, it It was black, charcoal black.

Seeing this, Peg's eyes suddenly became greedy and eager, "This... is this for me?"

Ignatz's tone was as sweet as honey, "Of course." He shook the liquid in the bottle and noticed that the man opposite him couldn't take his eyes off it at all, "Choose a good day, I will Properly transplant it to your chest... Thank you for your support and dedication to me all the time, this is the reward we agreed on."

Peg almost knelt down to thank the other party for his generosity, but he didn't notice the contempt hidden in Ignatz's eyes.

"Just like I did with Bessemo."

"kill me."

Carl, who finally regained his sanity, stretched out his hand. His fingers were so cold that Daisy shivered the moment he touched her, and couldn't help but want to shrink back.

His strength was stronger than she thought. He took her hand holding the gun, pulled it up, and pointed it at his chest.

"What did you say?" Daisy struggled to pull back her hand, saying that she didn't want to do such an extremely absurd thing.

"Are you kidding me? I was almost killed just now and I don't even want to do such a thing..." She retorted loudly, "What's the matter, why did you suddenly ask me to do such a thing?"

Carl's face was dead pale, and there was no trace of blood.

"I have no way to explain it to you." He seemed terrified to the extreme, and it was this fear that made her resistance weak.

She tried to reason with him, even though she couldn't figure out what happened, why the other party who seemed to want to kill her last second begged herself to kill him at this moment.

"Carl, can you explain to me what happened just now... What happened to you? Kill you? I can't do this kind of thing at all, so don't make such unreasonable demands, okay?"

Hearing what she said, he lowered his head and saw the shadows at his feet clearly: they seemed to have settled down temporarily, but he knew that they couldn't be peaceful at all, as long as he had a little bit of control over them Relax and they'll come out and do whatever cruelty they want.

"Okay." Seeing that he was quiet for a while, Daisy bravely held his hand and led him into the house a little bit, "Let's go in, make some hot tea, eat something, and talk about this One thing...then you take a rest, you haven't had a good sleep since last night." She was still scared, but she knew that the more scared it was at this point, the less it could solve any problems.

Once inside the house, the first thing Daisy did was to turn around and hide the gun in a corner where none of them could reach, then went into the kitchen to find the tea bags and the kettle.

When she came back with hot tea, Carl said, "Daisy, I... am not human."

She brushed her hair and put on a stiff smile, "...Of course I've seen it."

No normal human being would make the series of actions just now, but she didn't say this out of concern for the other party's feelings.

"Then... what are you?" She wanted to say that this was cool, but her trembling hands betrayed her inner fear.

She had been so close to death before.

"I'm sorry, Daisy, I can't tell you." He buried his face in his palm, "I'm not human, I'm only going to become more and more scary and weird...you see, I can't Back to the old life, and Todd, Todd was killed by me like this, if you want to think I'm a monster, it doesn't matter."

When he found Daisy at the beginning, he still had some flukes. He didn't want to tell her the fact that he was no longer human. He wanted to rely on such a little afterimage of the past to numb himself, but everything was broken.

He almost killed Daisy, what did he do?

"Carl, it's not your fault..." Daisy was not only convincing him, but also herself, "It's not your fault, you protected me, you see, I'm fine."

In a panic, she thought of another possibility.

"Where did Mr. Fogelsang go?" To be honest, she had already started praying for the vampire to come back here soon, "If he's with you..." Will you calm down?

What she didn't expect happened, Carl spoke to her so rudely for the first time.

"Don't!" Carl snapped her conjecture sharply. After realizing his gaffe, he lowered his volume, "He can't get close to me anymore, absolutely not."

Daisy was so surprised that she almost couldn't even hold her cup, "...why?" She didn't understand, she was clearly on the verge of losing control, and she was able to regain her sanity the moment she heard the vampire's name, so why did she reject the vampire's offer? How about company?

"He is a vampire. No matter how different he is, he is the same as the woman who just rang the doorbell. He is a vampire in essence, a creature of darkness."

Even if you don't know the similarities and differences between vampires and dark creatures, something that was deliberately forgotten before has been revived.

Daisy wanted to go back to killing herself a minute earlier when she suggested that: what stupid thing did she say to keep a vampire company with him who just swallowed another vampire whole?

——If something happened to the blond vampire, then Karl would definitely have a complete breakdown.

"You...what happened just now?"

Carl's body trembled violently, "I was able to control this power before, but this time it became stronger. And, I feel that another consciousness seems to appear in my body," he paused , "a consciousness without any concept of right and wrong, only instinct."