1982: Small Town Bloodline Records

A doctor killed me and buried my bones deep in the black earth.

When he received Husserl's news, Antiago was in the police station accompanying Sergeant Croft to check the old files that seemed to be forever gone.

Most of the people who went through a similar experience to Benson Mullen chose to leave the town forever after getting out of prison, to start their lives again in a place where no one knows their past, and as for the remaining... They either died Either lost or lost as a bum, there are few like Benson Mullen.

Antiago noticed the silhouette on the window sill, pretended to be irritated by the dust, and sneezed, "I'll open the window."

Sheriff Croft, who didn't notice the movement here at all, waved his hand, as if he was bored by his meddling.

Antiago opened the window, and a wooden bird about the size of half a palm jumped in, opened its mouth, and made the voice of a grown man.

"I'm ready, come back quickly if you have nothing to do."

After speaking, the inside of the wooden bird's body began to ignite spontaneously, and it burned completely within a short time.

"Who is it?" Sergeant Croft raised his head when he heard the voice but saw no one, his suspicious eyes lingered on Antiago.

"It's a friend of mine. He asked me for something." Antiago showed the same smile as before. "Sorry, Mr. Sheriff, I can't accompany you for the time being. I have to go back to the hotel."

Before leaving, he took out a handful of things from his suitcase and threw them on the table with clangs, "A special silver bullet, as long as it hits a vampire's body, the silver ions will quickly spread to every part of its body." Here, save some money."

He took a look at the model of guns equipped by the local police station, picked out the matching silver bullets for his temporary partner, and left some symbols on the doors and windows with special chalk, which at first glance were just a bunch of scribbled lines. "That's almost fine, even if a vampire wants to come in, it will take some effort. I'll probably be back at night. But for the sake of your health, you'd better sleep while I'm away."

This time, Sergeant Croft followed his advice, "I'll sleep after reading this." He raised his hand to read more than half of the files, Antiago glanced at them, and left the police office in satisfaction.

He walked alone on the cold street, and put his fingers in his pockets because he felt cold.

Unlike what he told Sheriff Croft, he didn't go back to the small hotel where he was staying a few streets away, but took the town's public transportation to the outskirts of town.

The dilapidated building shivered in the cold wind, and he saw Husserl holding a torch in the distance and waving at him at a glance.

Husserl, a large, muscular man weighing a conservative 180 pounds, stood in front of what looked like a former warehouse, calling out Antiago's name.

"Andy, I brought that guy here." He sighed and grumbled, "In order not to be suspicious, I set off before dawn, and the road was delayed for a long time. Where are you going? Is it? If you didn't have to watch, I would have made this guy spit out all the dirty secrets he grew up with."

"We agreed not to interfere with each other."

Antiago didn't talk nonsense with him, and looked around vigilantly, but he didn't find anyone else, so he dragged Husserl in.

The heavy iron gate closed behind him, and the only light source in the warehouse was the torch in Husserl's hand.

"The salary is six or four, I six and you four, do you have any objection?"

"no problem."

Antiago followed him in and kicked an empty can shell without noticing for a moment, "This should have been a stronghold for homeless people." He looked around and said, "It seems that they have all been attacked by vampires." of the murderous hand."

"Probably." Hussle Hicks answered absently, and led him to the deepest room, "Well, it's here."

The room was very dark, and with the light of the fire, Antiago could barely see the scene in front of him: Husserl skillfully built a torture rack with the help of the half chain hanging from the roof, on which a person was firmly tied.

The man had a professional shackle in his mouth, and his saliva was about to flow to his chest. He yelled when he saw someone coming.

"Hangel Villard." Antiago called out his name, "Since you refuse to tell me the truth, then I have no choice but to take some unconventional measures."

In the past few days, it's not that he hasn't tried to ask the truth from Hanger Willard, but this man is very cunning, as long as he senses something wrong, he will resolutely refuse to say a word.

"It's okay, don't you think I'm here?" Hussle Hicks fished out a pair of leather gloves and put them on for himself, "I took off his mouth ball."

"You..." Hangel Willard, who had regained his language ability, looked very confident, "You can't hurt humans, this is the source of your strength, you can't hurt me!"

"I think you may have misunderstood Husserl."

Antiago said coldly.

During this period of time, he had already suffered a lot from this guy, and he didn't need this guy to remind himself.

"I am a demon hunter. That's right. I hunt dark creatures. In order to obtain this power, I cannot attack humans. But who told you that Husserl is also a demon hunter?"

Husserl picked out a leather whip in his hand from the toolbox he had spread out, and shook it straight with a swish.

"No one stipulates that the son of a hunter must be a hunter. For example, I am not a witcher." He grinned, showing a cruel smile, "I do everything except hunting those nasty guys. , the best thing is to torture you human beings who sold their souls to demons."

Antiago gestured to him, "Let's get started."

Hangel Willard watched Husserl approaching, his eyes widened in fear, "No...you can't do this..."

Husserl didn't answer his question, but flexibly shook his wrist, and there was a tear in the clothes on Hangel Willard's chest, followed by a scream that was beyond human imagination.

39 Wilgelson Ave.

Edgar Fogelsang walked on a thin layer of dust on the wooden floor.

Since Carl stopped coming here to visit his friend who turned into a vampire, the room quickly returned to its original appearance: desolate, deserted, and there was no breath of living people living here.

After a long search and investigation, even though he did not find Ignatz and his supporters in Webster Manor that night, he finally knew where Ignatz was hiding: he hid in the town hall , with Mayor Aiden Pegg.

Now that things had come to this point, he was not in such a hurry to find the damned traitor.

Because before killing Senator Besimo, he successfully read the memory of the vampire Besimo.

In that memory, he learned the horrifying truth that Behemoth hadn't been transformed into a vampire through First Embrace.

After parting ways with him, Ignatz's experiments became crazier and more unreasonable.

I don't know how Ignaz used a method to transplant a heart belonging to a vampire into Besimo's chest.For the first time off the operating table, Behemo looked great: he looked a decade younger, healthy, rosy-cheeked, and had even acquired faint vampiric abilities like psychic suggestion and acuity five senses.Although there is no specific value, Edgar knows that his lifespan has also exceeded the limit of human beings, and he will no longer be easily affected by aging.

Over the next few years, Ignatz would come by regularly to check on his health, but things were less rosy after that.

Behemo became more and more afraid of the sun and longed for fresh flesh, until one morning, a large area of ​​his skin was scorched by the sun, and long fangs grew out of his mouth.

He turned into a vampire after all.

He was terrified to find Ignaz, and Ignaz did come.

After seeing that his experimental product finally turned into a vampire, Ignaz told him in extreme annoyance, "You are worthless, you can either survive in the dark obediently, or I can help you quickly return to the dust .”

Unwilling to die, Bessemo moved away from his original address and used the wealth accumulated in the past to live a luxurious life again until he came to him.

The past time with Ignatz became confusing again.

Edgar knew that there must be a truth he missed here.

Why is Ignatz so obsessed with giving the code to break the gods so that vampires can successfully walk in the sun?

For their ethnic group?Edgar was far from naive enough to believe his lie again—no vampire hated vampires, and their murderous nature, more than Ignatz Dulles.

Maybe it's funny to say this, but as a cruel and cunning vampire, what Ignatz hates most and is most proud of is his own nature.

So why is Ignatz obsessed with this kind of thing, even if he kills countless of his own race and humans, he still has to achieve his goals.

It dawned on him that he had never understood Ignatz Dulles' past - not about being with him, but how Ignatz changed from human to vampire before they met, and how Where did he learn spellcasting and alchemy from.

And in this past, hiding the key that helped him defeat Ignatz.

He found a notebook with an elegant leather cover and gold stamping, tore off the yellowed parchment inner pages, and dipped a quill pen that looked very old in ink to write on it:

To Eugene Gabriel

My friend, if this request does not bother you, would you pay a visit to Duke Carlos Owen in my place?

Yours faithfully, Edgar Fogelsand

After finishing writing, the parchment in his hand quickly ignited with green flames, and soon burned to nothing but black ashes.

Edgar stared at the pile of ashes, and the next second, he raised his head suddenly and looked in the direction of Morrison's house.

Carl is attacked.

In the remote warehouse, there were screams one after another, among which there were occasional tinkling of metal collisions.

Antiago folded his arms around his chest, staring blankly at everything in front of him.

It has barely passed three or ten minutes since he came in, but for some, it may seem as long as 10 years: Husserl Hicks is a master of punishment and torture, and he improved some After the torture passed down from the Middle Ages, no matter how hard a person's bones are, they cannot resist the terror he brings.He is able to wring the information he needs out of any population, it's fair to say he was born for it.He knows how to find a balance between maximizing the pain and minimizing the damage to the body, which can make the tortured subjects feel miserable without leaving too serious sequelae, and the most terrifying thing is that he will never allow The tortured subjects passed out before the punishment was over.

The clothes on Hangel Willard had already been shattered into pieces by Husserl's superb whipping.

His whole body looked as if he had been fished out of a pool of blood, his eyes rolled up, and his whole body was hovering on the verge of pain hell, but his consciousness was absolutely clear.

"Are you still refusing to tell us the truth?" Contrary to what he did, Husserl scratched his head in distress, looking like an approachable neighbor's uncle, not a ruthless executioner, " But I don’t care about that. It just so happens that I have some other instruments of torture that have not been tested. Because they are still experimental products in the development stage, they may not be as safe as the previous ones. If you don’t want to suffer, you’d better tell us honestly, what are you doing? Those who deal with the dead bodies of those women." Sensing the wink from another person, "What's the matter, Andy?"

Antiago glanced at his watch and whispered to him in a low voice, "Time is running out." He tried to protect his shortcoming as long as possible, "I have an appointment with someone else."

Just as he never interfered with Hussle and Ravenna, he would not tell Hussle that he and Sheriff Croft were chasing the murders that took place in this town.

Because once he said it, he was afraid that he would inadvertently reveal his source and bring disaster to the vampire who had helped him so much.

Husserl gave a clear oh, "I see."

He casually took something out of his suitcase and returned to the rack, "My employer is a little anxious, you'd better think about what I just said."

The leather gloves were covered with blood. He waited for five seconds, but he didn't get the begging he wanted to hear. He could only sigh and shake his head, "Then don't blame me."

"You don't think you can live without telling us, do you?" While tortured, Husserl leaned into Hangel Willard's ear abruptly, "Any human being who sells his soul to a dark creature will not What will happen to you? To be caught by us and sent to prison through human judicial procedures is the lightest punishment—we will protect you from the assassins sent by dark creatures. Do you want to know these days How many vampires are there chasing you? If you are caught by them, how will they punish you?"

Hanger Willard's Adam's apple moved, as if he wanted to say something, Husserl didn't miss this, and continued, "I didn't lie to you. One of the cases I handled was human trafficking, that A man abducts and sells underage girls to evil vampires. After the incident is revealed, as an accomplice, he is first embraced by a vampire with his limbs broken. He is then buried ten meters deep in the ground, and the surface is cast with cement mixed with silver—the vampire You won't die from lack of oxygen, you'll just feel the passage of time little by little in extreme hunger and despair, years, decades, hundreds of years... Do you want to take a gamble and see who takes advantage of you? Would a vampire do this to you?"

"I say……"

The electric shock stopped, and the air was filled with the smell of burnt flesh and incontinent urine.

"Garden..." Hangel Willard's spirit had completely collapsed, and he backed away in fear—although it could only drive the iron chain to rattle, as long as this terrifying man didn't come close to him again, as long as he said He was willing to do anything, "and... and the lake near Webster Manor on the outskirts of town, the wasteland near the lake."

Husserl showed a satisfied smile and patted his cheek, "Thank you for your cooperation, good boy, you don't have to suffer anymore."

He turned his head and found that the moment he heard this answer, Antiago had already packed his things and was about to leave.

"What are you going to do?" He asked knowingly.

Antiago didn't look back, "Dig up the corpse."

The TV in the living room was on, and the female anchor was talking to the male anchor next to her. Apart from this, no one in the whole house spoke.

Carl remained silent after that speech, while Daisy went into the kitchen and rummaged in the cupboards, trying to lighten the uncomfortable atmosphere by cooking a nice lunch for the two of them.

He was in a position where he could see Daisy's back in the kitchen—even if he didn't want to say it this way, seeing Daisy busy in an apron, he thought of his dead mother for a moment.

A few minutes ago, he went to the bathroom and saw himself clearly in the mirror: his pupils turned black again, and there was a tendency to continue to spread.He poured a handful of cold water on his face, and then raised his head, the terrifying color disappeared again, but he knew that everything he saw just now was not an illusion.

——He was losing control bit by bit, the process was slow and clear, and every second made him shudder.

"Carl, Carl!"

The smell of food filled the room, and he looked up to find Daisy calling his name.

"Is there something?" If it was the past, he would have gone right away, but it just happened, and his subconscious was saying that he'd better keep his distance from everyone else.

A few days ago, he had been trying to control his own strength. Seeing that he was about to do it, the loss of control just now told him that there was no way for him to do such a thing.

Why?He suddenly thought of the reddish liquid that had been injected into his body.

——What the hell is that? Is there something to do with the loss of control just now?

"Carl." Daisy looked quite embarrassed, "I don't know if I should tell you...I just..."

Carl looked up at her with a puzzled expression.

"What?" He thought absently, Dad should be back soon, and they need to talk about the next thing when they get back.

Subconsciously, he simply ignored the possibility that Mr. Morrison did not come back on time.

"I heard Todd's voice?"

Carl was really taken aback this time, "...Todd?"

Daisy nodded timidly, "Yes, Todd, I heard his voice. At that time... I was panicked, I didn't know what to do, his voice suddenly appeared, I thought I heard it wrong .He wants me to wake you up, or something terrible will happen."

"I see." Carl calmly listened to her narration, "...I also met Todd."

In the end, he couldn't help but talk about what happened at that station: the long iron train, the passengers whose faces couldn't be seen clearly, Todd with the suitcase, and their farewell.

Daisy wiped her eyes, "I...my soup is almost ready." After she finished speaking, she turned and went back to the kitchen. After a while, Carl heard sobs suppressed under the sound of boiling.

Edgar wasn't here, and he wished he hadn't been here, no matter how much he wanted to see him.

The female vampire who died tragically gave him a warning that his essence has never changed. If Edgar continues to be with him, sooner or later he will lose control of himself and hurt the other party.

He still hadn't forgotten his duty, which was to protect Daisy, and apart from that, he couldn't help Edgar, which always made him feel anxious and self-loathing.

Just when he was engrossed in his thoughts, there was a knock at the door, and he raised his head vigilantly, "Who?"

Fortunately, it was none other than Mr. Morrison this time.

His face was pale, his lips trembled, and beads of sweat still hung on his forehead, as if he had been running all the way back without stopping.He looked at his child, "Where's that girl?" He didn't find Daisy at first glance, and suddenly became panicked.

"I'm here." Daisy quickly came out of the kitchen, but her eyes were red and swollen, "I'm fine."

The two of them agreed tacitly not to mention the matter of the vampire coming to the door before-Carl didn't want to worry him, and Daisy did it for other reasons.

Mr. Morrison put the contents aside, and Karl noticed that most of them were food.

"Dinner will be ready soon..." Noticing Mr. Morrison's face and seeing that he had something to say, Daisy's voice gradually became quieter.

"Call Edgar," said Mr. Morrison very seriously. "Contact him. It's a serious matter."

Carl didn’t immediately answer his words, “What happened?”

"Don't go to the street." Mr. Morrison's breathing calmed down a little, "Don't go to the street casually...it's too scary." He showed a look of fear, "The most terrible thing happened, there are blood-sucking monsters everywhere, Just like what we saw in the hospital."

He thought of something, and went to lock the door and shut the windows tightly, and then continued, "Holy water, the crux of the problem must be that. My colleague, he brought it out of kindness." The holy water came and wanted to be given to us... I took it and didn't drink it right away, and then I watched them grow fangs in front of me, and their eyes glowed red. I was so scared that they didn't pay attention at all Seeing what was wrong with me, and asked me why I didn’t drink, I can only say that I took a step ahead.” He folded his arms tightly, “I can’t imagine, if I didn’t manage to escape… what would they do to me? I."

Carl didn't even bother to panic, and kept asking, "Where's the holy water?"

"I... I brought it back, so contact Edgar quickly and let him think of a way."

The test tube as thick as a finger contained a completely transparent liquid. Carl pulled out the stopper, and the sleeping part of his body woke up again.

Hunger, yes, hunger, and this... would fill his hunger a little.

"Are you sure we want to go in?"

After obtaining a search warrant through the confession of a prostitute, Sergeant Croft led people to the Willard house.

The neighbors, who had never seen such a scene, hurried out of their houses to inquire what was the matter, and whether some accident or misfortune had happened to their beloved doctor.

"I haven't seen the windows of their house light up for a long time." The kind woman who led the house said worriedly, because Dr. Willard's daughter Daisy often came to her house for dinner, so she was very concerned about the family's affairs. Concerned, "I'm a little worried about poor little Daisy, do you know where she went?"

Sheriff Croft did not answer her question directly, but said in an extremely businesslike tone: "Hangel Willard was charged with attempted murder. related to the disappearance of prostitutes."

The prostitute who survived the murder finally found the courage to come to the town police station after going back to the house to hide for a few days, and complained about all the atrocities that the terrible man had done to her.

No matter how sincere she may say, the truth is that testimony alone is worth it, but fortunately, she left behind crucial and conclusive evidence: she subconsciously ripped off the She picked up a whole piece of leather on the seat cushion, perhaps knowing that it was her last life-saving straw, even after she was rescued, she never let go of it and kept it well.

The police found the [-]% new car near the open area where the incident occurred. After comparison, it was determined that the piece of leather was torn from the seat.

But Sergeant Croft knew that if the man was sentenced only for attempted murder, it would not be enough for him to repay so much blood shed.

He wanted this man to fall into a bottomless hell, where he could experience pain and despair at the end of hell.

The well-meaning lady was semi-forcibly asked to leave by the police. They knocked on the door cautiously, but found that the door was not locked at all, and anyone could open the door and enter.

"Go to the garden behind the house." Sheriff Croft recalled what Antiago had said to himself, "It should be this place."

The white-haired young man didn't tell him exactly how he obtained this information, but he was not stupid, he could guess that the other party must have used some methods that were on the verge of breaking the law.

As long as they can successfully obtain evidence that this man is a serial killer, then Antiago will hand over this man to the police without anyone noticing, let him be tried as soon as possible and sent to prison.

"What?" The accompanying policeman didn't understand what he meant, "Why don't you search the house first?"

In order not to miss some key information, Sheriff Croft followed his advice, "Then search the house first."

The few people who received the order spread out, trying to collect the most information in the least amount of time.

It can be seen that the owner of the house has not been back for a while, and all the furniture is covered with a thin layer of dust. Sheriff Croft searched around, but found nothing related to the murder, and then asked Others, they found some tools with unclear uses, and said that the basement was a bit strange-the room at the far end of the basement obviously had two walls, one of which was broken with a big hole, and the floor was full of broken bricks and stones. dust.

"It's like a mezzanine." A man in his 30s spoke, "Maybe there was something locked inside."

Sheriff Croft didn't focus on this place, "Go and see the garden."

The policemen took their tools and came to the garden of Willard's house.

It looked utterly deserted because of the lack of a hostess.

Sweeping away the thick snow, Sergeant Croft, who often helped Melinda with gardening during holidays, looked carefully for a while, and finally chose a place, "Start digging from here."

The shovel collided with the hard frozen soil, and the policemen could barely hold the wooden handle in their hands.They looked at each other, raised the shovel again and smashed down, but this time, there were some traces.

Because of the weather, they dug very slowly, and it took a long time to dig a hole half a meter deep.

"Boss, are you sure this is the place?"

Said one of the impatient men.His cheeks were flushed from exhaustion, and his back was covered with hot sweat. "I don't seem to see anything... What is this?" He keenly noticed a different color in his vision, and quickly squatted down to check.

"It's a bone..." He scraped away the layer of dirt on the surface, "It's a human bone."

Sergeant Croft dropped the words, and hurried over to see the terrible discovery.

"Keep digging."

No need for him to say that, the young people under him all redoubled their efforts to dig up, and after a while, they dug up another corpse not far away.

"...how many more?" Just when they thought it was the end, a young police officer who was about to take a rest dug out a broken skull.

Layers upon layers of bones, silently accusing the owner of the house of what terrible crimes he has committed in the past ten years.

"my God."

Even if they had some doubts before coming here, thinking that this beloved doctor should not be so miserable, but at this moment all the police officers who witnessed this scene took a deep breath, thinking that there are no words in this world to describe such a situation. scary scene.

Hanger Willard, a real demon in human skin.

Karl stared at the liquid in front of him—it was clear and transparent, without any special smell, as if it was a harmless clear water.

If Mr. Morrison hadn't seen people who drank it show vampiric features, I'm afraid he would think he was worrying too much.

"Don't!" It wasn't until Daisy's scream broke the silence that Carl realized that he had actually brought this to his lips, and he could gulp it down with just a lift of his hand.

"Carl, you didn't hear what Uncle said just now, did you?" Daisy grabbed his wrist, "People who drink this will become vampires..." Her voice gradually trailed off, "What did you find? gone?"

Karl is not an ordinary human being, he is a creature more terrifying than a vampire.

"I'm very hungry." Carl said blankly, choking Daisy's next words in his throat, "It's not the physical kind, but the hunger of the soul. I tried to fill my hunger with human food, It's useless, until now... I'm getting more and more hungry, and I always feel that the next second I will go crazy because of this seemingly endless hunger."

He lowered his head, "I don't know what you smell like, it feels like vampire blood to me. My subconscious is saying, this will satisfy my hunger."

Until what he said meant something, the blood on Daisy's face finally faded away.

"By hunger you mean... are you going to eat a vampire like that?"

Carl turned his head, "It probably looks like this."

In the face of looming hunger and pain, it may be difficult for him to maintain his humanity.

"You..." She still wanted to say something, but some fragments of memory suddenly surged up, turning into hallucinations and appearing in front of her eyes.

What Carl and Mr. Morrison said seemed to come from far away.

She remembered, she was with Cal in the snowstorm, she put her arms around Cal, and pulled out something... She injected something into Cal's vein.

"Perhaps that's all right, Ravenna."

"Thanks, Husserl."

Under the illumination of the light, the light red liquid refracts clear light.

"Is this really that magical? Can it unleash the full potential of that thing?"

"Who knows, we were just ordered to do this. Find the escaped experimental subject, and then inject him with this...Fortunately, this girl who was thought to be a burden actually knows our prey."

"I have a good idea. We can use this girl to get closer to our prey."

Who is talking?She shook her head desperately, trying to get the voice out of her mind.

The scene changed again, and she was tied to a chair in front of this muscular man.

"Yes, inject this into Carl Morrison's body." The man who spoke beside him had a rather handsome face, "Good girl, you don't think we won't charge you for saving you from a vampire Bar?"

——No, I don't want it!

She saw herself shaking her head wildly, "No, I don't want to do this kind of thing."

"I'll leave the rest to you, Husserl, rewrite her memory a little bit, and take some security measures. I don't want our secrets to be spread everywhere."

……

Daisy woke up again and found herself lying on the sofa, while Carl and Mr. Morrison were talking not far from her.

She didn't want to move, or she didn't dare to face Carl.

God knows how much she hopes that she will be eaten by the other party. Only in this way can she slightly smooth out the guilt in her heart.

The culprit who made the other party suffer so much was actually her.

"We'll run away."

She heard Mr. Morrison say: "She and I are just ordinary people, and being around you like this all the time will only slow you down."

"Where are you going?" Because of the angle, she couldn't see the expressions on their faces, but Carl's tone was different from when he was with her, a little more weak and confused, just like the him she knew in the past, "There are blood-sucking monsters out there now... I'm afraid you will encounter misfortune."

"Not for long."

It was the voice of the vampire named Edgar.

when did he comeDaisy's mind was full of Carl, who looked miserable and lost at that moment, caught in the despair of the nature that might hurt the other person.

Will they be fine?

"Leave this town." Edgar's voice lowered. "Whether I succeed or not, all of us must leave here."