Part 2 The Faceless Man Chapter 152 – A Vampire with Unique Hobbies

　　The Serenity Church was especially beautiful at night, complemented by the red moon that hung high in the sky, shining coldly on the earth.

　　Leonard entered the single room that belonged to him, removed the two red gloves and threw them onto the wooden table.

　　With a sullen face, he sat down in front of the patterned glass window and turned his back to the outside, bathing in the moonlight.

　　After a dozen seconds of silence, he suddenly said in a very low voice, almost through gritted teeth:

　　”So you’re a ‘parasite’!”

　　Leonard’s voice echoed weakly in his own ears, repressing palpable anger, tightness, bewilderment, and fear.

　　In an instant, a slightly older voice rang out directly within his head:

　　”You could say that.”

　　”What exactly are you trying to do? Parasitize in my body and draw on my life? Or wait until I’m strong and just swallow my extraordinary traits, like cultivating a bottle of humanoid magic potion?” Leonard’s voice was lowered, but the speed of his speech was not slow.

　　The slightly older voice inside his head laughed:

　　”I’m your curiosity, haven’t you always thought so? Thinking that you are unique and one of the protagonists of this great era ……

　　In fact, you’re not as arrogant and cocky as you usually show, you’re always on the lookout for me, hey, after I taught you the ‘Playing Method’, you didn’t even put your heart and soul into figuring it out, you just tried it out very simply and superficially, spending a long time before you digested it more or less, and deliberately concealed it, not going after it ‘Nightmare’ magic potion.

　　It was only when you met the heir of the ‘True Creator’ and were struck that you were willing to promote to Sequence 7, regretting it to the point of near hallucination.

　　Leonard, if you think about it, would I not know the Church of the Goddess of Night? When I dealt with them, the so-called Chanis wasn’t even born yet.

　　Would I not know that the Church of the Goddess of the Night has some knowledge of the ‘Parasites’, and would not have imagined that the ‘Red Gloves’ would be in possession of some hidden secrets to guard against the infiltration of the High Sequence Extraordinary?

　　But did I stop you from joining the ‘Red Glove’?”

　　The expression changed briefly for a few moments before Leonard finally returned to silence and said nothing.

　　The voice inside his head gave another laugh:

　　”Do you ever feel older than your true age? No I don’t think so, I have at least 100 years left to live and am in no hurry to take possession of my host’s life.

　　As for your extraordinary traits, hmmm, we’re not even in a similar pathway that can be replaced, if I swallow it, it’s the same as drinking poison, I’ll become half-crazy and increase the probability of going out of control, you think I’ll do that?

　　The ‘Darkness’ is in the same category as the ‘Giants’ and the ‘Reapers’, and the extraordinary pathway I’m in targets the ‘Apprentice’, the ‘Apprentice’, the ‘Reaper’, and the ‘Apprentice’. ‘ and is a ‘Diviner’.”

　　Leonard looked at his figure illuminated by the scarlet moonlight, and after a moment of quiet reflection, asked again:

　　”What do you really want to do? What is your purpose?”

　　The slightly older voice within his mind sighed:

　　”Didn’t I already tell you?

　　I have suffered a severe trauma and must have a host to recover slowly, and I also have to hide from a terrible enemy …… The Night Watchers, the Church of the Goddess of the Night, are good choices.”

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

　　”Will you be discovered by the archbishop, the senior deacon, or some seal?”

　　The slightly older voice answered languidly:

　　”If ‘parasites’ could be discovered that easily, the senior deacon called Cecima today would not have just made a reminder and not brought you to be examined.

　　Of course, traces of ‘parasites’ also exist, and the Church of the Goddess of Darkness has a way to confirm this, but that’s quite complicated and troublesome, and will cause some damage, bring no less danger, and may even affect that goddess of theirs, so until you become a senior deacon and are qualified to participate in the church’s topmost meetings, and come into contact with certain level 0 Seals before, don’t worry about that.

　　And by that time, I should have recovered and embarked on a journey of my own.”

　　Leonard listened with a grave expression, and only said after a while:

　　”You have a terrible enemy? Who is he?”

　　The slightly older voice gave a hey and said:

　　”I am not sure of his first name, but I do know his last name ……”

　　”What is it?” Leonard trailed off.

　　The slightly older voice suddenly became low:

　　”Amon.”

　　……

　　Bridge South, 46 Riverbend Avenue.

　　The masters, who were enjoying their dinner, heard the tinkling of the doorbell.

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

　　She opened the door to the room and asked with some trepidation:

　　”Can I help you, sir?”

　　The cop was none other than Klein in disguise, who, in an attempt at an unsolicited performance, was checking to make sure that the vampire Emlyn White’s companions, the guys who lived at 48 Riverbend Avenue, the consignees of Stuart’s quest, weren’t part of the law-abiding monsters.

　　Well, law-abiding monsters! Although this sounds a little wrong and a little funny, it is a reaction to my true thoughts …… Klein emphasized in his mind.

　　The police uniform he was wearing was not a specially customized fake, it was the product of ordinary clothes with illusion effects.

　　A “magician” has to do what a magician should do!

　　–Klein didn’t go to monitor 48 Riverbend Avenue because he believed that Emlyn White’s companions had moved out long ago.

　　Being a monster, being an inhuman race, moving residence was the most basic operation when one companion was missing for days!

　　They had to be wary that Emlyn White had been captured by official extraordinary organizations such as the Night Watchers and the Substitute Punishers, and they had to assume that the other party might turn in at any time.

　　So, what Klein had to do was to make a “questionnaire”.

　　Maintaining the arrogance of an underclass policeman facing an ordinary citizen, he did not remove his hat and said with a slight lift of his chin:

　　”I have something to question your master.”

　　The maid panicked and went inside, and soon came back with a man in his thirties in a thick household shirt.

　　”What is the matter you wish to inquire about, officer?” The man asked in a slightly tense voice.

　　Klein stood in the doorway and peered inside and said:

　　”Do you recognize the occupant of number 48?”

　　”Recognize.” The man of the house froze for a moment and said, “What happened to them?”

　　”They are involved in a case and you must be honest and tell me everything you know.” Klein said with a stern face.

　　His face was also camouflaged somewhat, with a small illusionary effect attached, making sure to distinguish himself from the great detective Sherlock Moriarty.

　　The man of the house suddenly dawned on him:

　　”No wonder they moved away in a hurry a month or so ago …… Most of the residents of Riverbend Avenue and the surrounding neighborhoods know Mr. and Mrs. White and their son, a handsome but somewhat eccentric looking young man.

　　Mr. White was an accomplished internist, specializing in the use of various remedies and bloodletting therapy.”

　　”Bloodletting therapy?” Klein asked rhetorically.

　　”Yes. Although it’s considered an ancient medical practice with little effect by many newspapers and magazines, those who have been treated by Mr. Wyatt have been largely cured, although Mr. Wyatt has also said that bloodletting by any doctor other than him is fraudulent.” The man of the house made a flurry of observations.

　　Bloodletting therapy was accumulating food for itself, right? The only thing that really works is the potion …… This family of vampires relies on bloodletting to heal people while getting paid in “food”, and only considers stealing blood from vials in farther away hospitals if there aren’t many patients, or if the blood is very unhealthy? Compared to their status as monsters, they are really very law-abiding …… Klein nodded in understanding.

　　The emotional color changes he observed with his psychic vision told him that the other man wasn’t lying.

　　Seeing that the officer didn’t contradict himself, the man continued:

　　”Mr. White and his wife are very good and kind people, and although they can’t cure those who are really seriously ill, they have been quite good physicians to us who live nearby ……

　　It was their boy Emlyn who was involved in the case, wasn’t it? This young man is too silent, seems to despise us, and is always hiding in his house, not knowing what he’s doing …… Officer, are you hot? It’s so cold outside.”

　　Maybe it’s just plain day and night …… Klein wiped the sweat away and said:

　　”I’ve been walking around the neighborhood a lot for this case!”

　　Next, according to the designed “questionnaire”, he learned every aspect of Mr. and Mrs. White and their son.

　　He knocked on door after door, asked questions, summarized all the answers, and came to the conclusion that the Wyatts were indeed good, kind, and law-abiding.

　　This really doesn’t seem like a description of vampires …… Klein looked up at the red moon piercing through the clouds, intending to make a final confirmation.

　　He removed the illusion effects from his body and did a divination.

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

　　While other people would always be afraid of a subsequent “visit” from an official extraordinary person because they were not sure who captured Emlyn White, Klein understood what was going on, so he did not worry about traps in the slightest.

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

　　In the study he even found some valuable books on herbs, among which were many popular folk recipes of the countryside.

　　As he walked along, Klein entered one of the bedrooms, and a dark shadow followed into his eyes.

　　He was so startled that he thought he had been ambushed, and was close to snapping his fingers and lighting the matches he had left outside.

　　Fortunately, no attack took place.

　　Crimson moonlight poured through the windows and flooded the room, and Klein finally got a good look at what the dark shadows were.

　　They had no spiritual luster, and were mannequins, large or small!

　　The largest was only slightly shorter than Klein, a young girl wearing a gorgeous long dress, with lace and ribbons applied to the cuffs, collar, and other areas of the outfit.

　　This young girl doll was obviously closer to a wax figure, with lifelike features, blonde hair and red eyes, delicate and beautiful.

　　The smallest one was only the size of a normal person’s palm, a female wearing silver full body armor, valiant and atmospheric and beautiful.

　　Sweeping his eyes over this individual mannequin, Klein suddenly remembered something:

　　Under Rossel’s influence, there were two tendencies in the development of the art of dolls, one was cute and changeable, and the other was more realistic.

　　Klein looked around and couldn’t help but tsk:

　　”These dolls aren’t cheap!

　　Emlyn wouldn’t be a doll-obsessed vampire, would he?”