Chapter 15

43. Anris

letter from brazil

Dear Andris Jo:

My daughter, is everything okay? Eliza and I are concerned for your safety.

This letter is to tell you that under the pursuit of Kamalila, we have caught more than 300 mutated humans and beasts. They are scattered all over the place, and they may even have appeared on another continent. So, you have to be careful too.

The elders caught their breath from the Tears and Poison Bottles on the Brazilian plantation. We sealed off the entire plantation and made the ground a prison, not allowing anyone to come and go at will. I believe this was a premeditated act and was deliberately directed against our Thomas family.

After we catch the murderer, I will give you the Divine Tears and Poison Bottle, which you deserve.

Be cautious.

your Robert

The most critical people always seem to appear at the most critical time. After I was ready to take away the magic bracelet by playing hard and soft on Mr. White, as soon as I left the hotel, I saw a white sports car that was particularly conspicuous in the night. At the door, a familiar person stepped down from the cab and waved at me.

I was so happy that I almost forgot to breathe.

"Daniel!" I hurried over as if he would disappear one step later.

When I approached him, I didn't know what to say, we were familiar but also unfamiliar.

Daniel was still dressed oddly—it was a dark purple bodysuit with thin straps from the shirt to the stovepipe pants, a dark purple bodysuit over the bodysuit, and a scarf tied around his neck. The evolved medieval bow tie.

Such ancient costumes seem to be incompatible with the Spyker C8 sports car beside him, but he has such a famous car, which makes people envious.

"An ordinary businessman would have such an expensive car?"

Spyker is a world-class luxury car brand in the Netherlands with a history of more than 100 years. The C8 is an advanced mid-engined two-seater sports car powered by a 4.0-liter V8 naturally aspirated engine.

In 1898, when the carriage manufacturer Spyker Brothers produced their first luxury car, they did not expect that Spyker would become the world's top sports car brand in the future. Carriage", performed brilliantly at the coronation ceremony of Queen Wilhelmina of the Netherlands, which made the Spyker brand associated with the royal family and honor.

"Can't a businessman buy a famous car? Do you like this one? Get in the car!" Daniel took the suitcase in my hand and opened the door for me.

In the beginning, I was going to take, snatch, or steal the magic bracelet and leave Elbert County so Mr. White wouldn't have a chance to snatch it again, so I packed my bags and backed out of the hotel room.

"I have something to do!" I said to Daniel as he pushed me into the car and closed the door, "I'm going to get something!"

"Is it this one?" Daniel got into the car, pulled a dark green and dusty bracelet out of nowhere, and shook it a few times in front of me.

It is the same as the magic bracelet in the picture on the information, and Dorgon also showed me this bracelet. Yes, this is the magic bracelet! There is a strange evil spirit all over its body. The green bracelet is engraved with exquisite and classical patterns, and a terrifying skull is inlaid in the center. The face of the skull is grim, the sharp teeth are neatly arranged, and there is a section up and down. Distance, mouth open, as if trying to devour everything. For some reason, on closer inspection, I noticed that the skeleton was smiling.

This ancient artifact looks rough, but it was not easy to make such a bracelet before the Middle Ages.

I reached out to grab the bracelet, but Daniel quickly retracted his hand and sternly said, "Don't touch it!"

"Why?" My hand froze in the air and seeing Daniel's serious expression, I slowly put it down.

"You'll die if you touch it."

I've never believed in the power of the magic bracelet to bring plague or any kind of calamity - well, half-doubt at best, but when the words came out of Daniel's mouth, I shuddered and shrank back. shrink. Immediately afterward, countless questions popped into my mind.

"Why can you touch it? Where did you get this bracelet?" I asked him, standing up.

Daniel slowly put away the magic bracelet, turned to fasten the seat belt for me, and then said, "I only answer your second question. I found it at White's house."

"You know them?"

"I don't know." Daniel started the engine, turned his head suddenly, and said to me, "But I know that kid likes you." After he finished speaking, he started the car and headed for the highway outside the county.

I immediately stopped and said, "Wait, take me to White's house! You said that touching the magic bracelet will kill people, are they still alive?"

"They are dead."

"All? You're kidding!" I stared at Daniel in disbelief.

"All!" Daniel turned his head and threw me a serious look, which immediately made my heart go to ashes.

Although Mr. White was not so likable, and Chibwin was a little bit annoying, but...other than that, they were all ordinary people, and Mrs. White was so amiable. They should not have been involved in this disaster.

If I hadn't dug up the magic bracelet... omg! Dorgon touched it too!

I don't care whether Dorgon left me at the last moment, I just think that my life is at stake, and four ordinary lives will be buried on this bracelet in vain...

I looked at the magic bracelet that Daniel put in the storage box, and the gloomy smile of the skull was facing me. He has been laughing for thousands of years, what is he laughing at? The mottled rust on the bracelet seems to remind me that this is a blood-soaked sacred artifact of the blood race, which ravaged Europe and ran rampant throughout the Middle Ages, bathing its joy with the lives of thousands of people. It was buried deep in the ground and passively resurfaced. It should laugh and laugh at its good day. Laughing at the foolishness of the world as I am, to let the devil return to the world.

"Let's go get it..." Halfway through the sentence, Daniel knew what I was thinking. He slowed down and said, "It's impossible. The people who built Stonehenge put up such a strange formation to seal the magic bracelet. Don't let it run out of the earth on its own, it can't be buried anywhere else."

"Let's go back and bury it under Stonehenge!"

Daniel looked at me sideways and asked, "Are you going to apply for another ceremony?"

I was speechless and had to keep my mouth shut and listen to him.

"Don't be stupid! After the ceremony was over, someone discovered the clue. They saw someone manipulated under the square platform, thinking that someone had destroyed the stone tomb of Stonehenge. This kind of thing happened before, but this time there was a ceremony to cover it. Let everyone worry more about whether the perpetrators have succeeded. Now the hills are blocked, and the relevant personnel is detained." Daniel glanced at me and said to me seriously: "I heard that they are still looking for applicants for the ceremony. "

What he said made me a little stunned.

"You know it's me?"

Daniel didn't seem to hear, and said to himself, "You are a smart person, and you know you have to leave quickly. I thought you would fall asleep in the room!"

"Why are you here? I remember the last time we met..." I thought for a while before thinking, "It was in Glasgow!"

"Yes, a beautiful city."

"You didn't answer my question, why are you here?" I chased after me.

"That's a question you should ask yourself."

"What?" But I didn't have time to worry about so much. I saw the car was about to leave the scenic area, and suddenly said to Daniel in a commanding tone: "Go back!"

"Why?" Now it was his turn to be surprised.

"Did they all die when you left the Whites?"

"Yes."

"Dead? Or dying?"

Daniel hesitated for a few seconds and said, "I don't know, but their faces are blue, they should be dead."

"Have you felt their pulse? Have you taken their breath? If you haven't, you can't say for sure. Drive back to the Whites!"

His car was still moving forward: "They won't survive."

"Maybe they can be saved. Medicine is much better now than in the Middle Ages!"

Daniel raised his voice: "You want to save them? Save that Chibwin? Andris Jo, you don't like him, do you?"

"What are you talking about? Drive the car back, you don't care about human life, but I do!"

A sudden slam on the brakes nearly knocked me against the windshield, and Daniel growled, "I don't care? If it was you who fell unconscious, I could lose my life for you. They're dead, maybe contagious. Some kind of disease, can I let you take risks? Because I love you, I can't put you in danger, or I won't leave my job and come to you."

"Love me?"

"Yes, I love you, so I want to protect you. Although I don't want you to look for the Sanctuary, I'm still helping you when you insist on doing it!" Daniel looked at me and said word by word, "Because I love you."

"You are by no means a businessman. Who are you?"

"I'm Daniel Edson." His wise eyes shone with broken lake blue stars, reflecting half an inch of my light.

"Don't go back, I'll give you the magic bracelet," he said. "Do you want to know why I'm here?"

Hearing his question, I nodded again and again. Because of his confession, the temperature in the car suddenly rose, and I was still immersed in the emotions that I didn't know whether it was more joy or more surprise, and it was difficult to escape.

"I'm going to take you to abort the child." He said earnestly, "Joe, you have a child."

If the temperature in the car was comparable to the Sahara desert just now, it must be icy and snowy now.

"It's not a random joke." I fumbled to turn on the lights in the car, trying to make his face look more clearly until I noticed my hands were shaking, and I looked at Daniel and motioned him to continue.

"I'm not kidding about this, Joe, touch it," Daniel took my hand and put it slowly on my belly. "Did you feel it?"

I do have habitual pain in the lower abdomen. I felt it with my hand as if I really touched something, and sometimes there was a hiccup-like shaking.

"We've got to knock it out." Daniel looked at me tentatively, interpreting his words so realistically.

"You're not responsible?" I asked dumbly.

"How could it be!" Daniel hesitated, lowered his head and thought for a while, and finally said, "Because I'm not human."

"I guessed it, you are a blood clan," I glanced at him coldly, "can the blood clan not be responsible?"

Daniel frowned: "Joe, I'll take charge. But what's in your belly is neither a human nor a vampire, it's a monster, it will torture you to death. In a few months, when it grows up a bit, it's crazy It sucks the nutrients and blood from the mother's body, this kind of inhuman monster doesn't know what it means to stop, it will kill you!"

"What do you want me to do?"

"Kill the monster in your belly."

I finally knew what the black witch meant when she said I was haunted by ghosts, presumably referring to the fetus in my womb.

"Now I'm taking you to Dr. Jockson, the best doctor in Washington, and he's my friend." Daniel started the car, and the streetlights moved back one by one, faster and faster.

I was sluggish in the same place, for a long time I couldn't believe that I was pregnant, and it was only... about a month before we met for the first time!

Recently, my lower abdomen has been hurting, not only my lower abdomen, but my whole body is full of soreness and pain, and my body is more easily tired than ever. I've heard that pregnant women experience retching, back pain, and other obvious symptoms, but my symptoms are not consistent with pregnancy, except for the lack of menstruation.

I clutched my stomach, full of melancholy. He finally admitted that he was from a blood clan. What I didn't expect was that he admitted it so simply, even under such circumstances.

He was going to take me to remove the seeds he had planted with his own hands. So he had to admit his identity. Although this identity is what I have already guessed.

The bloodline sperm mortality rate is 100%, so the baby in my womb is not normal, but...

"It's bone in my bones and flesh in my flesh!" I seemed to be talking to myself, but also Daniel.

"You are also my bone of bone, the flesh of flesh."

His answer warmed my heart.

It was midnight when we took off from the Georgia airport, and Daniel left the car there. We flew first class to Washington.

When I woke up from my comfortable first-class seat, it was dawn and the plane had already arrived at Washington Airport.

"You slept for six hours." Daniel squinted at me through the light outside the window and held up the book in his hand to me. It was a picture book with my sleeping charcoal drawings on it. He turned the pages to show me his masterpiece.

"You are beautiful." He commented on whether it was for paintings or people.

The person in the painting looks like me. I admit that his painting skills are not bad, but I still hurt him by saying, "You made me ugly." Even so, the corners of my mouth continued to rise, and finally, I couldn't help grinning. opened his mouth.

He said that the sun in Washington at that time was shining on my face, and it was beautiful.

I don't know how he got the plane to stay for us for more than three hours, but it makes me understand that he has the money or power to control this. Like he can make a gun that can easily pass through security.

44. Dr. Jockson

October 19, 1980

Ederson came with his friend. This is the second year of the hunter's crusade to annihilate the vampires.

Our beautiful friend Miss Hilal Abel was impaled in the ribs by an angel, and she should have been hopeless. Adelson brought her to me. He said only I can save her.

I'm glad to hear him say this kind of compliment, but I watched Hilal's injury and told him reluctantly that a rib was broken and couldn't fit and there was nothing I could do.

The hunter's angel thorn is so powerful that there is no stitching where it cuts. As a person who treats Vampires wounded all the year-round, the most fearful thing in my life is to meet Vampires who have been injured by weapons such as angel stabs.

The angel thorn is the sacred artifact of the blood race, but this is the past. Because 5 million people once died on this weapon, it is also called the "slaughter knife". The soul of the slain is cursed and imprisoned on the thorn of the angel, creating infinite killing resentment toward the weapon. Chama's weapon.

Hunters made angel thorns with silver, which is lethal to the vampires, and used them to fight against the original owner of the angel thorns. It quickly became a bloodline nightmare. Of course, Ederson knew this and as smart as he was now, he couldn't just ignore it.

Hilal's skin wound was slashed from the chest to the back. I used the witch doctor's healing technique to suture the terrifying wound. Ederson memorized the spell in just half an hour and healed other minor wounds on her body.

Meanwhile, until the next three hours, I spent the next three hours studying angel thorns in the library, and at last, I understood that human beings are cut to death, vampires are powerful, and Hilal's rib is broken unless the right rib is found. Replace, or she'll be crippled and there's no other way.

October 20, 1980

Adelson came to me with his rib, but luckily the witch doctor's healing spell stopped his blood, otherwise, such a dangerous act of self-mutilation would have killed him.

I promised to keep this a secret for him and began the operation.

45. Andris

Daniel drove me in a Lamborghini LP640 to a mansion in the affluent part of Washington, just outside Bethesda, Maryland.

We were greeted by Mr. Jockson himself, and Daniel told me that the doctor didn't like to be disturbed in his life, so he took care of everything in the house himself, he didn't even have an assistant.

Mr. Jockson seemed to pay special attention to me, staring at me from the very beginning, attentive. "Interesting," he said to me and Daniel, patting the Lamborghini, "I remember the last time you drove this car with Miss Hillard, how..."

"I'm sorry, Jaxon," Daniel interrupted, coughing lightly, and looking at me again, looking somewhat restrained, "this is not the time to say that."

"Okay!" Mr. Choxon raised his eyebrows and led us into the house. During this period, he pretended to turn around inadvertently many times, looked at Daniel and me ambiguous, and then raised his eyebrows.

This Dr. Jockson's home is three-story high, with white as the main color, and there are not many furnishings in the house. Not only are flowers and plants planted in the front and back yards, but also fruits and vegetables are properly cultivated, but they are not yet ripe. So the courtyard is a little desolate.

When I got to the house, I found that the doctor was too simple and too ordinary. There was not a single superfluous item in the house. There were only sofas and a broadband screen TV in the hall, and... an old phonograph. There was nothing else, not even a coffee table.

Maybe he's too old to see things he can't use like he doesn't hire domestic helpers. I looked at the silver hair in Mr. Jockson's ear and immediately confirmed the guess. Then I thought again, Jaxon is not a blood family, how did Daniel get to know him?

"Forgive me to cut to the chase, because I can't figure out what I'm allowed to say, why are you here?" Dr. Choxon said as he brewed two cups of instant coffee for us and brought it to Daniel.

Daniel heard the connotation, and so did I. From what Jaxon said in the garage just now, I can guess that Jaxon wanted to hide something from me, and it was related to that person named Hilal.

I sip my coffee casually but prick up my ears for their next conversation.

"No, Joe wouldn't mind, would he?" Daniel turned to me.

I didn't expect him to say this, and I was a little caught off guard when I asked, so I nodded affirmatively.

He threw me a graceful smile, turned back to Coxon, and said, "Please don't mind if I didn't thank you last time."

"Of course," Jackson slumped comfortably on the soft sofa cushions, "you know I don't care about trivial things, let alone we're friends. Now that I'm here, why don't I check your ribs for you? Last time you Acted rashly, ending hastily afterward, only caring about her safety, I don't know if you will leave any internal injuries."

rib cage? internal injury?

I don't understand what they're talking about, let alone who "she" Jaxon is referring to.

"Go to my infirmary." Coxon stood up.

I was sitting on the sofa like a passerby. Daniel got up and followed Dr. Jockson. I didn't know if I should go too. Fortunately, he hadn't forgotten my existence. He turned to me and said: "I'll be back soon."

As they went upstairs, I overheard their conversation.

"It was this car last time?"

"I remember a Lamborghini, like a spaceship, I can't remember wrong!"

"I always thought it was that red Ferrari..."

It's just that none of these matters. What I want to know most is, who is Miss Hilal?

Five minutes later, I heard the phone ring. The phone was on the sofa, which I hadn't seen before. Hearing someone else's phone ringing and hesitating to answer it, I always thought it was a hassle.

I gently got up from the sofa, walked to the stairs, and looked up, but unfortunately, there was no movement. The ethereal voice echoed in the empty house, repeating continuously, but this persistence did not alarm the master upstairs.

The caller must have something urgent. I sat on the couch and listened to it with no intention of stopping, so I answered the phone.

"Dr. Joxon, I'm Samantha..." The other party was a female voice, speaking in a hurry, but no matter how important the matter was, I still interrupted it.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, I'm not Dr. Joxon..."

"Who are you?" As soon as she heard this, she turned her voice into a low and crisp voice, "Where is Dr. Joxon?"

"He's very busy right now."

"Life is at stake, please let him call back as soon as possible!" She hurriedly said a word and hung up the phone.

Reckless and disrespectful, but I'm still obliged to bring the words to her. The Whites are dead, and I can't afford to lose another life. It pains me to think of this.

I went upstairs and heard the voices of Daniel and Jackson outside the last room in the corridor. I subconsciously stopped and leaned against the wall to eavesdrop.

"Could this be my problem?"

"No, of course not. You are a pure-blood family. I dare to assert that your sperm mortality rate is 100%, so there is absolutely no possibility of sperm-egg union."

"But the facts are in front of you, what is the monster in her stomach?"

"You're embarrassing me, I don't know, the top priority is to destroy it, but there is no guarantee that there will be any danger..."

"Jason, I can't let her get hurt..."

"I know, I know," came the sound of a shoulder tap, "you love her, I know."

There was an inexplicable joy in my heart, and it was often more convincing to hear the facts from others than to hear them tell me.

--He loves me. This sentence is in front of me, but it still seems so ethereal, I can see it but can't grasp it, it's illusory like a dream. What is missing between me and him?

"I suspect that there is something strange in her body..." I heard Dr. Choxon say.

"How to say?"

"She is Chinese?"

"She has Chinese ancestry."

"No, she is Chinese, but her appearance is a little Western." After a long period of silence, Jaxon continued: "I heard that China has a way to change her appearance..."

"impossible."

Even though Daniel rejected his point of view, my body outside the door couldn't help shaking.

"Listen to me, Daniel. Have you ever seen the Chinese movie Painted Skin?"

"It wasn't that long ago, but that was just a movie!"

"Any story has context, like vampires are real."

"Why are you so sure?"

"No, I'm not sure, it's just that Chinese Gu techniques are quite well-known."

"Gu technique?"

"In China, there is a Miao Border Gu technique..."

Hearing this, I couldn't stand the terrifying memories that kept pouring out of my brain, so I plugged my ears in a panic, and ran downstairs from there. Like countless live worms roaming under my skin and in my blood vessels, they do not threaten my health, but they torment me all the time. They will keep me alive forever.

I suddenly wanted to kill the monster in my belly. Never had it been so strongly expected for a moment. That was the first time that a luminous jellyfish appeared in the deep blue sea water, and then it was out of control. Its natural enemies, the natural enemies of its natural enemies, also appeared in this sea area for their prey.

This deep blue sea is unfathomable but exposed by the light emitted by a jellyfish. The eroded past settled before his eyes. Light blinds everything.