Chapter 73: Welcome to Morris Manor

Humans killing humans? 

Sheffield's conclusion left the Morris brothers utterly stunned. 

Initially, when examining the ** s, Sheffield had noticed that the fatal wounds on the victims' necks were caused by teeth. However, the shape of the bite marks didn't match those of a vampire's fangs, which immediately raised his suspicions. When he found traces of flesh on the second victim's teeth, he felt a peculiar unease. Carefully, he collected a sample and brought it back for testing. Yet, even with the DNA results in hand, Sheffield was still taken aback. 

"Sheffield, so you're saying this entire incident is due to the drug?" Lestat asked, though he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. 

To his surprise, Sheffield shook his head. "I'm afraid not, Master. At first, I thought so too." 

He paused, his expression grave. "Master, don't forget the blood left at the scene. Clearly, Wild Wolf was right—the blood belonged to a vampire. The victim who had been injected with the drug was killed by a vampire. His neck was crushed, yet there were no handprints. Such speed and strength are beyond human capability." 

The Morris brothers exchanged a silent glance. Their suspicions were confirmed: someone was conducting secret experiments in Rosewood Town, and a vampire was involved. 

If Wild Wolf hadn't used a silver weapon to injure the vampire, leaving blood at the scene, the presence of the drug might have completely obscured the truth. 

But what was the mastermind's ultimate goal? 

"It seems we need to pay a visit to that old man," Richard said. "As the student council president, what do you think?" 

Lestat smiled knowingly and readily agreed. 

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Morning light filtered through the curtains, and the girl on the bed stirred. Her obsidian-black eyes fluttered open, squinting in confusion as they met the sight of a lavish, golden canopy above her. The edges were adorned with intricate frosted crystal tassels that caught the light, casting a soft glow. For a moment, she wondered if she was still dreaming. 

"Little kitten, you're finally awake. You certainly slept long enough." 

The rich, melodic voice startled her. She sat up abruptly on the plush velvet bedding, her gaze darting toward the source of the sound. Leaning casually against the wall by the door was a strikingly handsome boy. The room was adorned with elegant European-style wallpaper, matching the luxurious canopy she'd just noticed. The furniture was a complete set of English royal-style pieces, crafted from walnutwood with exquisite carvings, exuding both grandeur and refinement. Beneath her feet was a thick, intricately woven Persian rug, its patterns delicate and beautiful. This was, without a doubt, the most opulent room she'd ever seen. 

"Richard? Why are you here?" she blurted out, her voice laced with surprise. 

The boy merely smiled, saying nothing. 

As her mind cleared, she frowned. "Wait… Why am I here? Where is this place?" 

Finally, Richard pushed off the wall and stood tall, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "Welcome to Morris Manor." 

His words sounded like the opening line of a horror movie. 

At the mention of horror, her mind blanked for a moment, but try as she might, she couldn't recall a thing.