(a)

"The result?"

"Nope. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

In response to Alice's question, Reimu replied lightly.

"Marisa, where are you?"

Marisa, who was standing beside Reimu, also pouted and shrugged her shoulders, signaling that she had found nothing.

"Hmph...... Should I say so?"

Alice looked away from the two girls and turned her head to face the sea. She stared silently at the sea in the distance, thinking about her next step.

The sea breeze was blowing, fresh and a little cool, but fortunately she was always wearing the newly bought off-white trench coat. But then again, why should a magician who can't get sick at all keep warm?

"So, what are we going to do next, Detective?" Eryan asked, standing on her right hand.

"Shhhh Alice put her index finger to her lips and said.

The location of the three is undoubtedly the port. Ships of all sizes and shapes lined up on the water in front of them, like a fleet under review. Crowds of all colors gathered on the shore and on the boats, busy with their livelihoods, and had no time to pay attention to the suspicious young girls on the shore.

Lucky or unlucky, this small town has only one port to use—which means that their search range is fixed, and that there is nothing they can do if they haven't found it yet.

In fact, they really don't have a way to do it now.

"Hmm...... This way you can be sure that the other party is not docked on the shore, but hiding somewhere in the sea......" Alice muttered to herself.

Her eyes were always fixed on the sea, as if she could really find the ship she was looking for on the endless sea.

"As the old man said, pick a random direction, drive to the open sea for two hours, and then put out the fire, it will be equivalent to disappearing. "The ocean is much bigger than you think, and finding a lost dinghy at sea is as difficult as finding a star-shaped grain of sand on the beach. ”

"Although, little girl, your idea is really good, even the old man can't see that he still has such a hand in using the ship as a refuge. But in this case, isn't the situation even more unfavorable for us?"

"Tanuki is right," Reimu nodded, "It's impossible to go out to sea to find someone, and we won't want to find it in our lives unless the other party takes the initiative to attack us." ”

"Old decay is two-rock-yi-hidden! You charcoal-roasted oyster!"

Yuzo shouted, picking up the sticky note book pinned to his waist, and slapped it on Reimu's head.

"The old lady is supporting you, what the hell are the charcoal-roasted oysters? You dead civet cat, do you want to be cured like that?" Reimu clutched her head and roared angrily.

"Talking so old-fashioned at a young age, be careful to go to see Hades before you live to be old!"

"Huh, do you say it again?"

"That's enough, you two shut up!" Alice frowned and interrupted the conversation in a loud voice, "The problem in front of me is enough of a headache, you two still have to make trouble for me!"

"Yes, yes, I think Comrade Alice is right!"

At this time, Marisa also walked up, and while pulling away Reimu and Yuzo, who were blushing and thick-necked, she asked Alice with a smile:

"That, love...... Ahem...... My friend Poirot, have your thoughts come to fruition?"

"No," Alice said, "we won't be able to catch the vampire unless he shows up." ”

"So, isn't there a way to get it, or force it to show up?" Marisa asked, "For example, scolding it with 'big ass' or 'caterpillar' or something like that, and provoking it out?"

"That's a good idea, but what are we going to do to make it hear that?" Alice asked rhetorically, "it probably doesn't even know we exist!"

"Wait a minute!" Eryan suddenly came up, grabbed Alice's shoulder, and said, "What you just said, repeat it again!"

"It may not know ......"

"No, one more sentence!"

"What is it going to do to make it hear these words...... What do you want to do?"

"Hehe!" A smile appeared on Yizang's face, "This method, there is a way for old decay!"

(b)

Dozens of nautical miles away from Sado Island, there is a lonely boat floating on the sea.

All the windows on the dinghy were covered with black blackout curtains, leaving no gaps, even the front windshield.

In addition, its engine did not start, and the whole ship was just lying across the sea, drifting with the current, like an unmanned empty ship.

Actually, it has a driver, but that driver is not a "person".

Charlie the Vampire lounged on the sofa bed at the back of the cabin, enjoying the delightful darkness.

The ship's radio station was playing soft, upbeat music from a nearby town that he had used as a "hunting ground."

He stuck out his tongue and licked his upper lip, recalling the feast he had last night. Of all types of blood, he especially loves the blood of young people, the smell of warmth, hope, and almost overflowing vitality, which always makes him linger.

Although his master ordered him to keep a low profile and be secretive in the big picture, he felt that he had no need to be afraid.

It's not a big city, it's not even a city, it's just a remote place away from the hustle and bustle, not only does it have no branch of the "Hunters", but there are not even a few people with weapons.

I got out of the boat and went to the shore to stand on the shore, and as far as I could see, there were lambs waiting to be slaughtered. Such a tempting sight made him how to hold back the killing intent in his heart!

"It's almost 'shift time', and I'm a little reluctant to leave such a great place, hehehe......" he sneered and muttered to himself.

"Shhhh

At this time, the music suddenly stopped, and only annoying noises remained on the radio.

"What's going on?"

Charlie stood up and, with his night vision, pinpointed the radio placed on the bow of the ship. He tapped the shell twice, hoping to fix it in such a primitive way.

"Hiss-"

"What a disappointment!"

However, the slapping had no effect, so Charlie shook his head, intending to simply turn off the radio and go back to sleep.

Just as his fingers were about to touch the switch button, a deep and powerful male voice came from the radio that he thought was malfunctioning:

"Why do young girls in the flower season frequently disappear? Why do hundred-year-old women scream so much? Is this a moral degradation or a distortion of human nature? Please look forward to this special program "The Last Meal of a Vampire"!"

"Huh?"

Charlie's red eyes were round and glowing in the darkness. He doubled to make sure the channel had never been changed—the radio was still faithfully picking up the Coast Music Station, but the station's programming had gone sour.

Then, as soon as the conversation changed, a young girl, who didn't sound very old, took the microphone and said in a flirtatious tone:

"Hello everyone, I'm from Rome...... Trani ...... Nia Ahem...... From Transylvania, the strongest vampire hunter in history, Uncle Sherlock Marisa!"

"What's this?"

Charlie listened to the energetic young female voice, his face full of doubts and displeasure. The mere word "vampire hunter" already made him sick like eating an apple and eating maggots, as for "the strongest ever...... Which green onion is this?

"Next, I announce a major news: The perverted madman vampire who has been doing nonsense in the town for the past month, killing people and setting fire to stealing the old woman's underwear, has been beaten to death! At twelve o'clock tonight, I will broadcast the whipping corpse live on the Sado Coast Music Station FM114.51...... No, live broadcast my mental journey of hunting vampires, see you there, bye!"

After the words fell, the pleasant music sounded again, and everything returned to its original state, except for Charlie's mood.

"Bang!"

He slammed his fist into the radio, knocking it to pieces. The music stopped abruptly, and the cabin was eerily quiet for a while.

"See, of course!" Charlie's voice broke the silence, his face distorted and hideous, two white fangs standing out in the darkness.

"Sure enough, the blood still has to drink the young man's, hahahaha......"

His laughter came through the glass, into the sunlight where he would never have set a single step in his life, and then was swallowed up by the waves and disappeared into the endless ocean floor.