The tranquil church at night is particularly beautiful, complemented by the red moon that hangs high in the air and illuminates the earth coldly.

Leonard entered his own single room, removed his two red gloves, and threw them on the wooden table.

With a calm face, he sat down in front of the patterned glass window, with his back to the outside, bathed in the moonlight.

After being silent for more than ten seconds, he suddenly said very quietly, almost gritting his teeth:

"So you're a 'parasite'!"

Leonard's voice echoed faintly in his own ears, suppressed with obvious anger, tenseness, dazedness, and fear.

In an instant, a slightly old voice sounded directly in his mind:

"So to speak. ”

"What exactly do you want to do, parasitize on my body and suck my life, or wait until I'm strong enough to swallow my extraordinary properties like you're cultivating a humanoid potion?" Leonard's voice was low, but not slow.

The slightly old voice in his head laughed:

"I'm your adventure, haven't you always thought so, that you are unique, one of the protagonists of this great era......

Actually, you are not as arrogant and arrogant as you usually appear, you are always on the lookout for me, hey, after I taught you the 'trick', you didn't try it at all, you just tried it very simply and superficially, it took a long time to digest it, and deliberately concealed it, not to pursue the 'nightmare' potion.

Wait until you meet the heir of the 'true creator' and get hit before you are willing to advance to Sequence 7, regretting it to the point of almost hallucinating.

Leonard, if you think about it, I don't know about the Church of the Night Goddess? When I deal with them, none of the so-called Chanis have been born.

I wonder if the Church of the Night Goddess has a certain understanding of the 'Parasite', and would have imagined that the 'Red Glove' would have some secrets to guard against the infiltration of the high-order extraordinary?

But did I stop you from joining the Red Glove?"

His expression changed briefly, and Leonard finally fell silent, saying nothing.

The voice in his head laughed again:

"Do you feel older than your real age? No, I have at least 100 years to live, and I'm not in a hurry to take possession of my host's life.

As for your extraordinary characteristics, hmph, we are not in a similar way that can be replaced, if I swallow it, it will be equivalent to drinking poison, it will become half-crazy, it will increase the probability of losing control, do you think I will do this?

'Night' is in the same category as 'Giant' and 'Death', and the goal of my extraordinary path is 'Apprentice', 'Fortune Teller'. ”

Leonard looked at his figure illuminated by the crimson moonlight, thought quietly for a while, and asked again:

"What exactly do you want to do, what is your purpose?"

The slightly old voice in his head sighed:

"Didn't I already tell you?

I've been severely traumatized, I have to have a host to recover slowly, and I've had to hide from a terrible enemy...... The Night Watchman, the Church of the Goddess of the Night, is a good choice. ”

Leonard raised his head, looked at the ceiling for a few seconds, and said in a calm voice:

"Will you be found by the archbishop, the high deacon, or some seal?"

The slightly old voice replied leisurely:

"If the 'parasite' could be so easily detected, the high-ranking deacon named Sesima today would not have just reminded you and not taken you to be examined.

Of course, there are traces of 'parasites', and the Church of the Night Goddess has a way to confirm this, but it is quite complicated, quite troublesome, and will cause certain losses, bring a lot of danger, and may even affect their goddess, so don't worry about this until you become a high-ranking deacon, qualified to participate in the meetings at the top of the church, and have access to certain Level 0 seals.

By that time, I should have recovered and embarked on my own journey. ”

Leonard listened with a solemn expression, and said after a while:

"You have a terrible enemy, who is he?"

The slightly old voice heaved and said:

"I don't know his name, but I do know his last name......"

"What is it?" Leonard asked.

The slightly old voice suddenly became low:

"Amon. ”

............

Bridge South District, No. 46 Hewan Avenue.

The hosts who were enjoying dinner heard the jingling of the doorbell.

The only maid came to the door and saw through the cat's eye above the lock that she was a policeman in a black and white checkered uniform.

She opened the door and asked, with some fear:

"Is there anything I can do to help you, sir?"

The cop is none other than Crane in disguise, and in order to try to take the initiative, he is trying to determine whether the companions of vampire Emlyn White, who live at 48 Riverbend Avenue, and who are the commissioners of Stuart's mission, are law-abiding monsters.

Well, law-abiding monsters!, it sounds a little off, a little funny, but it's a reaction to what I really think...... Klein emphasized in his heart.

The police uniform on his body is not a custom-made fake, it is the product of ordinary clothes with illusion effects.

"Magician" has to do what magicians do!

—Klein didn't monitor 48 Riverbend Avenue because he believed Emlyn White's companions had already moved out.

As a monster, as an inhuman race, in the event that a companion has been missing for several days, moving to a place of residence is the most basic operation!

They must beware that Emlyn White is being captured by the official Watchman, the Substitute Punishment, and other extraordinary organizations, and must assume that the other party may confess at any time.

So, what Klein is going to do is a "questionnaire".

He maintained the arrogance of the low-level policeman in the face of ordinary citizens, did not take off his hat, raised his chin slightly, and said:

"I have something to ask your master. ”

The maid panicked inside, and soon returned with a man in his thirties in a thick shirt at home.

"Officer, what do you want to ask?" the man asked with a slight tension.

Klein stood in the doorway, glanced inside, and said:

"Do you know the guests of Number 48?"

"Recognize. The man was stunned for a moment and said, "What happened to them?"

"They're involved in a case, and you have to be honest and tell me everything you know. Crane said with a straight face.

His face is also disguised with a slight illusion to distinguish him from Detective Sherlock Moriarty.

The man suddenly suddenly:

"No wonder they moved out in a hurry more than a month ago...... Most of the residents of Riverbend Avenue and nearby neighborhoods knew the Wright and their son, a handsome young man with a somewhat eccentric personality.

Mr. White was an excellent physician who was skilled in the use of a variety of drugs and phlebotomy. ”

"Phlebotomy?" Klein asked rhetorically.

"Yes, although this is considered by many newspapers and magazines to be an ancient medical technique with little effect, those who have been treated by Mr. White have been largely cured, but Mr. White has also said that all other doctors except him are fraudulent. The man made a general comment.

Phlebotomy is accumulating food for oneself, right? It's just the medicine that really works...... This vampire family, relying on bloodletting therapy, while helping people to treat diseases, while receiving "food" payment, if there are not many patients, or the blood is very unhealthy, they consider going to a distant hospital to steal blood from the blood bottle to drink? Compared to the identity of monsters, they are really law-abiding...... Crane nodded knowingly.

The change in the color of his emotions told him that the other party was not lying.

Seeing that the officer did not refute him, the man continued:

"Mr. White and his wife are very nice and kind people, and although they can't cure the really seriously ill, they are quite good doctors for those of us who live nearby......

Is it their child Emlyn who is involved in the case? This young man is so silent that he seems to look down on us, always hiding at home, not knowing what he is doing...... Officer, are you hot? It's so cold outside. ”

Maybe it's just a matter of day and night...... Klein wiped his sweat and said:

"For the sake of this case, I walked around the neighborhood for a long time!"

Next, based on a designed "questionnaire", he learned about the White couple and their son in various aspects.

He knocked on the door one by one, asked, and gathered all the answers, and came to the conclusion that the White family was indeed kind, kind, and law-abiding.

It really doesn't feel like a description of a vampire...... Crane looked up at the red moon piercing through the clouds, intending to make one final confirmation.

He removed the illusion effect from his body and began divination.

After making sure there was no danger, he went around to the side and climbed into the house at 48 Riverbend Avenue.

While others were not aware of who had captured Emlyn White and were always afraid of a follow-up "visit" by an official extraordinary, Klein understood what was going on, so he was not at all worried about the traps.

Entering the second floor, he used the moonlight to see that things in each room were messy, and many things had not been taken away, which was enough to imagine the haste of the masters when they left.

In his study, he even found some rare books on herbal medicine, including many popular folk recipes in the countryside.

As he walked, Crane entered a bedroom, and a series of dark shadows came into his eyes.

He was startled, thinking that he had been ambushed, and that he was about to snap his fingers and light a match that had been thrown outside.

Fortunately, there were no attacks.

Crimson moonlight filtered through the window and sprinkled the room, and Crane finally saw what the dark shadows were.

They have no spiritual brilliance, they are big or small dolls!

The eldest was only slightly shorter than Klein, and was a girl in a gorgeous long dress, with lace and ribbons on the cuffs and collar.

This girl doll is obviously closer to the wax figure, with lifelike facial features, blonde hair and red eyes, delicate and beautiful.

The youngest one is only the size of a normal person's palm, and she is a woman wearing silver full-body armor, with a heroic posture and a beautiful atmosphere.

His eyes swept over the puppet, and Klein suddenly remembered something:

Under the influence of Russell, there are two trends in the development of puppet art, one is cute and can be dressed, and the other is more realistic.

Klein looked around and couldn't help but snort:

"These dolls aren't cheap!

Emlyn can't be a vampire obsessed with dolls, right?"