The quiet church is particularly beautiful under the night sky, complementing the red moon hanging high in the sky, shining coldly on the earth.

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

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

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

"So you are the 'Parasite'!"

Leonard's voice echoed faintly in his own ears, suppressing obvious anger, tension, confusion and fear.

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

"You could say that."

"What exactly do you want to do? Parasite in my body and absorb my life? Or wait until I become stronger and then swallow up my extraordinary characteristics directly, just like cultivating a humanoid magic potion?" Leonard's voice was very low, but his speaking speed was not slow.

The slightly old voice in his mind laughed and said:

"I am your adventure, haven't you always believed that? You think you are unique and one of the protagonists of this great era...

In fact, you are not as arrogant and conceited as you usually appear. You are always on guard against me. Hey, after I taught you the 'acting method', you didn't try to explore it carefully at all. You just tried it very simply and superficially. It took you a long time to digest it almost completely. You also deliberately concealed it and did not pursue the 'nightmare' potion.

It was only after you met the offspring of the 'True Creator' and were struck down that you were willing to advance to Sequence 7. You regretted it so much that you almost had hallucinations.

Leonard, think about it carefully, how could I not know the Church of the Goddess of Night? When I was dealing with them, the so-called Chanis was not even born yet.

Would I not know that the Church of the Evernight Goddess had some knowledge of the Parasites? Would I not have thought that the Red Gloves would have some secrets to prevent the infiltration of High-Sequence Beyonders?

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

Leonard's expression changed briefly, and finally he fell silent and said nothing.

The voice in his head laughed again:

"Do you feel older than your actual age? No, I can live at least another 100 years, and I am not in a hurry to take over the host's life.

As for your extraordinary characteristics, humph, we are not on similar paths that can be replaced. If I swallow it, it would be like drinking poison. I will become half crazy and increase the probability of losing control. Do you think I will do this?

The 'Night' is in the same category as the 'Giant' and the 'Death', and the extraordinary path I am on is aimed at the 'Apprentice' and the 'Fortune Teller'. "

Leonard looked at his own silhouette 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 mind sighed:

“Didn’t I already tell you?

I have suffered a serious injury and must have a host to slowly recover, and I also have to avoid a terrible enemy... The Nighthawks, the Church of the Goddess of Night, are good choices."

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

"Will you be discovered by the Archbishop, the Senior Deacon, or some Sealed Object?"

The slightly old voice replied leisurely:

"If the 'parasite' could be discovered so easily, the senior deacon named Cecima would not have just given you a warning today and not taken you for examination.

Of course, there are traces of the 'parasites', and the Church of the Evernight Goddess has ways to confirm this, but it is quite complicated and troublesome, and will cause certain losses and bring considerable danger, and may even affect their goddess. Therefore, before you become a senior deacon, qualified to participate in the church's top-level meetings and come into contact with certain level 0 seals, don't worry about this.

By that time, I should have recovered and started my own journey."

Leonard listened with a serious expression, and after a while he said:

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

A slightly old voice said:

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

"What is it?" Leonard asked.

The slightly old voice suddenly became low:

"Amon."

…………

No. 4, Hewan Avenue, South Bridge District.

The owners who were enjoying their dinner heard the doorbell ringing.

The only maid came to the door and looked through the peephole above the door lock to see a policeman in a black and white checkered uniform outside.

She opened the door and asked fearfully:

"Sir, is there anything I can help you with?"

This policeman was Klein in disguise. In an attempt to perform actively, he was confirming whether the companions of the vampire Emlyn White, the guys living at 48 Riverbend Avenue and the clients of Stuart's mission, were law-abiding monsters.

Well, a law-abiding monster! Although this sounds a little wrong and a little funny, it is the reflection of my true thoughts... Klein emphasized in his mind.

The police uniform he was wearing was not a specially customized fake, but ordinary clothing with an illusion effect.

A magician should do what a magician should do!

——Klein didn’t monitor 48 Riverbend Avenue because he believed that Emlyn White’s companions had already moved away.

As a monster, as a non-human race, when a companion has been missing for several days, moving residence is the most basic operation!

They must be wary of whether Emlyn White was captured by official extraordinary organizations such as the Nighthawks and the Mandated Punishers, and must assume that the other party may confess at any time.

So, what Klein has to do is a “questionnaire survey.”

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

"I have something to ask your master."

The maid went in hurriedly and soon came back with a man in his thirties wearing a thick home shirt.

"Officer, what do you want to ask?" the man asked a little nervously.

Klein stood at the door, looked inside and said:

"Do you know the occupant of No. 48?"

"I know them." The male host was stunned for a moment and said, "What happened to them?"

"They are involved in a case. You must tell me everything you know honestly." Klein said with a straight face.

His face was also disguised to a certain extent, with a few magic effects added, in order to distinguish himself from the great detective Sherlock Moriarty.

The male host suddenly realized:

“No wonder they moved away in a hurry more than a month ago… Most of the residents of Riverbend Avenue and nearby blocks knew the Whites and their son, a handsome but somewhat eccentric young man.

Mr. White is an excellent physician, skilled in the use of various medicines and blood-letting."

"Bloodletting?" Klein asked back.

"Yes, although this is considered to be an ineffective ancient medical technique by many newspapers and magazines, most people who have received treatment from Mr. White have been cured. However, Mr. White also said that except for him, other doctors' bloodletting therapy is a fraud." The male host expressed his opinion.

Bloodletting is a way to accumulate food for themselves, right? The only thing that really works is the potion... This vampire family relies on bloodletting to treat people while collecting "food" as payment. If there are not many patients or the blood is very unhealthy, they will consider going to a distant hospital to steal blood from blood vessels to drink? Compared to their identity as monsters, they are really law-abiding... Klein nodded with understanding.

The changes in the color of the emotions he observed through his clairvoyance told him that the other party was not lying.

Seeing that the police officer did not refute him, the male host continued:

“Mr. White and his wife are both very nice and kind people. Although they can’t cure those who are really seriously ill, they are already pretty good doctors for those of us who live nearby…

Is it their child Emlyn who is involved in the case? This young man is too silent and seems to look down on us. He always hides at home and I don’t know what he is doing... Officer, are you hot? It’s so cold outside. "

Maybe he is just hiding during the day and coming out at night... Klein wiped the sweat off his forehead and said:

"I walked around the neighborhood for quite a while on this case!"

Next, based on the designed "questionnaire", he learned about the Whites and their son from all aspects.

He knocked on door after door, asked questions, and summarized all the answers, concluding that the White family was indeed kind, gentle, and law-abiding.

This really doesn't seem like a description of a vampire... Klein looked up at the red moon that pierced through the clouds, intending to make a final confirmation.

He removed the illusion effect on his body and started divination.

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

Others, not knowing who had captured Emlyn White, were always afraid that an official Beyonder would come to "visit" them later. However, Klein understood what was going on, so he was not worried about any traps.

Entering the second floor, he used the moonlight to see that things in each room were in a mess and many things had not been taken away. This was enough to imagine how hurriedly the owners left.

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

As he walked and looked, Klein entered a bedroom, and a series of dark shadows came into his sight.

He was startled and thought he was ambushed. He almost snapped his fingers and lit the matches thrown outside.

Fortunately, no attack occurred.

The crimson moonlight shone through the window and filled the entire room. Klein finally saw clearly what those shadows were.

They have no spiritual brilliance, they are just puppets of varying sizes!

The oldest one was only slightly shorter than Klein. She was a girl wearing 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, red eyes, and delicate beauty.

The smallest one was only the size of a normal person's palm. She was a woman wearing silver full body armor. She looked heroic, majestic and beautiful.

As he scanned the puppets, Klein suddenly remembered something:

Under the influence of Russell, the development of puppet art showed two trends: one was cute and changeable, and the other was more realistic.

Klein looked around and couldn't help but sigh:

“These dolls aren’t cheap!

Is Emlyn a vampire obsessed with dolls?"