"Sharon."

"I'm here, Captain, what's your order?"

"Help me find Blade's phone."

"The same guy you said you met at the airport last time?"

"Yes."

"Okay, I've checked his information, give me five minutes."

Just two minutes later, Ryan received a text message.

Dial out the number.

"Who?"

It was late at night, and the voice on the phone was in good spirits.

"Ryan."

There was silence over there.

After a while, I only heard him say: "S.H.I.E.L.D. definitely doesn't know your identity now, right?" ”

"So?"

"Don't worry, I won't tell the truth, I'm not familiar with S.H.I.E.L.D., so I'm curious to ask. By the way, what are you looking for me? ”

"I need help, bring that friend of yours, let's meet. When are you available? ”

"It's right now! Give me your address. ”

After Ryan reported the address, Blade quickly said, "I'll be there by noon tomorrow!" ”

Putting down his phone, Ryan took the wine glass from Antonia.

Red, who was sitting opposite, was a little helpless: "Actually, you don't have to activate it, your father is obviously much stronger than my father, I never even feel any difference in him, but he can press Mephisto to his knees with one hand and can't move." ”

Ryan took a sip of cold wine and whispered, "I'm not like him. ”

Ryan is half-blooded, but not half-blooded in the general sense.

No matter how strong the bloodline from the father is, it cannot change the fact that at least half of it comes from the mother.

This is not something that can be measured in terms of simple strength.

For his body, Ryan is extremely controlling.

It's like he'd rather use most of his light energy to strengthen his physical body and slowly increase his combat power, rather than prioritize accumulating energy to quickly increase his attack power. He was not willing to let go of any blind spots, nor did he want to leave any possible weaknesses behind.

The strong performance of half of the bloodline makes the other half of the bloodline naturally a weakness.

If we don't hurry up now, this shortcoming will become more and more obvious in the future.

What's more, Ryan now has his father's blood, which is obviously extremely powerful.

Before absorbing it, he had to take the first step to completely activate and release the vampire bloodline that had been suppressed for many years.

At this time, John, who was sitting next to him, suddenly spoke: "In fact, from the biological point of view of human beings, two different species, either there is reproductive isolation and it is impossible to give birth to offspring, or, their offspring will not appear two different blood types, just like Ryan now has two bloodlines at the same time." ”

The words are not rough.

According to normal thinking, since Ryan appeared, it means that the two bloodlines should have fused, whether Ryan has two powers at the same time, or has derived a new power, or even all three, it is not surprising. Of course, the third force mentioned here is by no means the "power of light", which obviously has nothing to do with his parents.

But if there is no fusion, there should not be Lane.

In other words, the very existence of Ryan today is a paradox.

Ryan couldn't understand this either, and he didn't have any involvement in this kind of occult stuff per se.

But as soon as John's words fell, Red suddenly laughed.

A group of people immediately looked at him.

Red scratched at his red hair.

"Ahem, I'll tell you, don't be angry."

Ryan nodded naturally.

"Actually...... Your birth was a complete accident. ”

Ryan immediately raised an eyebrow.

Antonia frowned and took his hand.

John glanced at Red wry, then gave Ryan an encouraging look.

"Red, if you can't speak, shut up! Or I'll sew your mouth up with a needle and thread!" In the kitchen, Aunt Yumia, who was busy, shouted.

Her voice was much younger than before, and when Ryan came home with the young Red, she also became a young and beautiful person with fair skin, long flowing hair, and a delicate body.

Yumia is a soul who was rescued by Lane's father and was a good friend of Lane's mother.

She has been with Red for hundreds of years and has cultivated a very deep relationship between husband and wife.

Because of Red's specialness, she is different from the other souls in the town.

The other spirits were tired of not being able to leave town, but Yumia still wanted to stay with Red for the distant future.

Yumia, warrior of pure love.

Of course, the soul of New Friendship Town is not void and disembodied, so there is no need to feel sorry for Red, his cynical appearance after regaining his youth does not look pure at all.

But it's true that they can't have children of their own.

Red smiled, "It's true, before they were together, your father said that it was impossible to have children, and your mother knew this, but chose to be with him anyway. So, when she suddenly became pregnant more than a hundred years later, your father was very surprised, and your mother was very surprised. ”

Hearing this, Ryan and the others couldn't help but look even more suspicious.

"I don't think it's a problem, there are so many mysteries in the world that it's impossible to know everything. Ryan, you are a living being, it's normal to be curious about your identity, it's okay if you want to be in control of yourself, and even, I have a lot of admiration for your thinking and execution to match. ”

Ryan smiled.

Red continued: "However, I don't want you to overindulge in chasing these questions, because it is very likely to cause you to have self-doubt. More than 200 years ago, a friend of mine said that to exist is to be reasonable. ”

Ryan raised his eyebrows: "You know Hegel?" ”

"Yes." Red nodded, "When he was dying, I confessed my identity to him. But apparently, he refused to continue living. ”

"Everything exists for reason or reason, and for a reason. I never deny this, but I want to find out the real reason behind it. ”

"You just don't suddenly go crazy one day in the future." Red had no choice but to spread his hands.

Subsequently, several people ate supper and prepared to disperse.

After getting up, Ryan suddenly spoke.

"Uncle, I have a question."

"You say."

"If Yumia were the same as the soul body outside, would you still be with her?" After Ryan finished speaking, he smiled lightly at the suddenly sluggish Yumia before taking another step.

Red froze in place, not daring to look at Yumia.

It's just that he reacts like this, and Ryan knows he's finished.

As he walked out of the house, Ryan heard Yumea's roar and Red's pleas for mercy.

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At noon the next day, a dirty vehicle pulled up in front of Red's house.

Blade, always dressed in black, walked out of the car with an old man.

Opening the trunk, they took out four metal boxes.

The door opened, and Ryan stepped out.

Blade's lips visibly strained slightly when he saw Ryan.

The old man looked at Ryan with curiosity in his eyes.

"Come in."

Walking into the room, both Red and John were there.

Blade immediately set his sights on John.

Ryan didn't speak, but he didn't do anything either.

Had lunch.

Ryan was wearing only a pair of shorts and was half-lying on the lab bed.

Overhead, the skylight is wide open and the sun is shining.

Whistler, with his white beard, was hunched over smearing milky white liquid on Ryan's well-defined muscles.

"I think you might as well inject it directly." Ryan sniffed the strong smell of garlic in the air and frowned.

Whistler shook his head slightly, "I know you don't react to garlic essence, but there are other things added to it that will seep into your skin and enter your body in a much faster and more comprehensive way than injections." ”

After applying, he dragged out a silver chain and wrapped Ryan around and around it.

The clay of the falling cross on each clasp of the silver chain jingled.

Finally, a torn-out Bible was solemnly placed on Lane's chest.

"I don't understand." Ryan shook his head.

These are all routine means of dealing with vampires.

It is no exaggeration to say that if the current Ryan is replaced by most of the vampires in the world, he will either be wiped out directly, or it will be time to show his original form.

At this moment, John and Red, who were watching through the glass outside the room, their eyebrows almost completely twisted together.

Whistler suddenly pulled out a syringe, and inside it was crimson blood.

"There are hundreds of vampire bloods in it, and after extraction, the purest essence is left." Whistler said earnestly, "If you really have vampire blood in your body, then it should be able to induce it, and when the time comes, the sunlight, garlic essence, silverware, crosses, and Bibles that you are facing now will further stimulate it, so that even if it is hidden deeper, it will be exposed......"

As he spoke, he pointed the syringe at Ryan's neck and was about to stab it.

"Wait a minute!" Ryan abruptly stopped.

Whistler paused.

"Need vampire blood?"

"The purest blood, the purer the better, and the higher the grade, the better."

Ryan looked out the glass window at Red.

If the other party's theory is correct, then the world will not find a more suitable existence than Red's blood.

He and Ryan's mother are twins.

It didn't take long for Whistler to change a tube of blood, and both he and Blade changed the way they looked at Red.

"Come on." Ryan closed his eyes slightly.

Whistler's hand moved, and the needle instantly pierced Ryan's neck.

Blood in the syringe is injected quickly.

"Now it's up to you, and if you can't take it anymore, you can summon your power of light, which I'm sure will dispel the pain and stop the process."

Ryan hummed softly.

Abortion is certainly not possible.

If not, then he must continue to find other ways to delay the absorption of the golden blood indefinitely.

After a few seconds, the needle was pulled out, and Whistler immediately turned and withdrew from the room.

A group of people gathered around the glass window, blinking reluctantly at Ryan in the lab chair, and they even held their breath in unison, almost hearing a needle drop around them.

Inside the room, there was a lot of calm.

Moment.

Ryan's palm at his side clenched into a fist abruptly.