1982: Small Town Bloodline Records

Can you hear?The cries of the dead will drown all.

04:30 p.m., Via Barceló.

An expensive car was parked on the side of the road, but the pedestrians on the street seemed to have not noticed it, and were still doing their own things.

Peg lowered the brim of his hat, and followed the leading man with green eyes towards their destination.In the middle of the journey, he stretched out his hand to press his chest, and even through the thick clothes, he could feel the organs underneath were beating wildly in an excited way.

Who would have thought that he, who was pronounced to death by a doctor a month ago, would soon be rid of the torment of the disease and usher in an eternal and immortal life?Just as he was running away for a while, he was about to be thrown off by the two vampires in front of him, so he quickened his pace to follow.

I don't know what method the green-eyed vampire used. No one noticed their existence along the way until they got away from the crowd and came to a desolate and dilapidated building.

"It's here." The accompanying female vampire turned her head, her red lips raised a cruel and malicious arc, "I told you in advance that no matter what you see along the way, don't make a sound, otherwise I don't know what they will do to you." What."

Peg responded obediently, saying that she would definitely not make a sound, but the female vampire didn't believe what he said at all, she shook her head contemptuously, and once again looked at the well-groomed gentleman who looked like an old-fashioned gentleman from the last century. On the vampire.

Taking advantage of this gap, Peg took a quick look at the surrounding environment: Brodica's economy has always been the same, except for a few blocks, most of them are the domain of the poor, and Barcelo Street is no exception.For the three-story building in front of me, the investor’s original idea was to build an entertainment center including cinemas and theaters on the ground part, and contract out the underground part to set up cheap stores—a good idea, but When the project was halfway through, the investor suddenly withdrew the capital, and this place became what people call an unfinished building, and no one has tried to take it over for so many years.

Even if a businessman tries to take over, he will encounter misfortune in a short period of time. Over time, the rumor that this building will bring disaster to people spreads like this. Whether it is a businessman or ordinary people, they all avoid this place. Only naughty children would have the idea of ​​building their secret base here, but as the children disappeared around here, their parents strictly forbade them to come closer here.

They walked in the dusty hall, the cold wind poured in through the windows without glass, and the entrance of the underground store was hung with heavy iron locks all the year round, but the vampire's fingers only touched the lock, and the iron lock was like entering the heat. The ice cubes in the water melted silently.

As they walked in, the heavy iron door closed behind them again, also blocking out a little natural light source.

For vampires who are themselves dark creatures, such an environment is nothing, they naturally stepped down the stairs, but for Peg, who was still a human, the journey was too dark, he could only grope for the wall at hand to be sure. I will not suddenly step into the air.

The stairs were not very long, and the moment he stepped on the flat ground, he let out a short exclamation, and then thought of the female vampire's warning, he stretched out his fat palm to cover his mouth, not even daring to let out a terrified gasp.

In the vast and boundless darkness, countless red eyes were staring at him, with a kind of greed and hunger that chilled the bones.

They whispered, and then they all set their sights on the only human being here - I don't know if it was Pegg's illusion, he could smell the faint rancid smell in the air.

"Okay, calm down."

The green-eyed vampire who walked in the front tilted his head slightly, "Everyone, calm down, don't let me say it a third time. This Mr. Peg is our distinguished guest today, so please don't lose your courtesy."

His voice wasn't too loud, but in the ears of those restless vampires, they retreated to the sides like the Red Sea, making way for a wide passage.

"Mr. Pegg, come with me, let me put this precious heart into your chest, and help you overcome the illness and recover soon."

The female vampire had already merged into the sea of ​​vampires, making it difficult to distinguish.

Even though he had already heard about it, Pegg still had lingering fears when he suddenly saw such a scene.

"Are these... vampires living in Brodika Town?"

Under Ignatz's half-smile look, Peg, who knew he had asked a stupid question, stopped talking.

As they went deeper, suddenly Ignatz spoke again—only this time he wasn't talking to Peg.

"Which of you know a human named Carl Morrison? I want to confirm something with him."

The whispers sounded again, and in this sea of ​​whispers, someone suddenly spoke loudly.

"Carl Morrison?"

Someone in the shadows spoke, and he managed to attract Ignatz's full attention.

"Good boy, do you know him?"

A small cluster of fire appeared on Ignatz's pale fingertips, illuminating the speaker's face.

He moved away from his own kind and walked into a slightly brighter place. "If you're talking about the Carl Morrison I know."

"Black-haired, blue-eyed, tall and thin boy." Ignaz said softly what he saw through the eyes of the two heirs, "It's him, right?"

"Yes." The speaker slowly knelt in front of Ignatz, "Please allow me to visit him."

He raised his head, and his face was the long-lost Rooney.

"Then I'll wait here for your good news."

Ignatz handed something into Rooney's hand, "It would be even better if you could get rid of the girl he was with by the way."

Watching the vampire named Rooney leave, Peg watched the vampire nervously, for fear that he would suddenly change his mind and refuse to transplant his heart.

"Let's go."

Fortunately, the worst situation he expected didn't happen, and Ignatz took him away from the sea of ​​vampires.

Because of the lack of light, Pegg could only stare at the back of the vampire in front of him while walking in the complex maze-like underground world, not paying attention to the sights along the way.

Through winding corridors, they eventually came to a room that had clearly been carefully remodeled.

There were some weird symbols painted on the walls, bright yellow candles were burning, and there was an indescribably weird and greasy smell everywhere.

The room is large, but all the furniture is only bookshelves around the walls, tables and chairs, and a cold stone bed connected with iron chains. Because the ceiling is relatively low, it gives people an extremely depressing and cramped feeling.

The green-eyed vampire took out the glass vessel containing the heart again against the candlelight, and the liquid inside reflected a beautiful amber color.

Without his order, Pegg took the initiative to climb onto the half-human-high stone bed, and it took some effort because he was too fat.

He lay motionless on it, like a pig waiting to be slaughtered.

After a while, Ignatz approached with the suitcase in the corner.

"Look into my eyes." He lowered his head, forcing Peg to look into his own eyes.

The vampire's eyes are very green, like lake water, and like fresh green pine needles in spring, which seem to be filled with magic power. After watching for a long time, Peg feels that his consciousness will float.

The fact is indeed the case, the first time he noticed the change of perspective, Pegg opened his mouth.

It was a strange feeling: his spirit floating in mid-air, watching the vampire move on his body.

The sharp blade sliced ​​through the chest, but no blood flowed out. He could clearly see the internal organs in the chest cavity, as well as the beating bright red heart.

The organs exposed to the air could not imagine what kind of fate awaited them, until the vampire pulled it out—Peg subconsciously clutched his chest, and after a while, he remembered that he was not here at all In that body, just relax.The black carrion was put into the hole in the chest, and Ignatz threw the still beating bright red heart into the glass vessel, and then, Peg was attracted by what happened to him.

The blood vessels actively connected to the black carrion, as if there was such a heart originally growing here.

Ignatz stroked the smooth edge of the knife with his fingers, and the edge of the knife disappeared without a trace like a zipper being pulled.

The next second, the soul returned to the body again, and Pegg sat up, staring at his palm in surprise.

God knows how long he hasn't felt this way, whether it's the excessively worn waist and knees, or the black eyes that are always bursting, it's as good as they have never had any problems at this moment.

He jumped off the stone bed, touched his non-beating chest, and gasped in surprise—he could feel that the power was starting from the vampire's heart, and was rushing to every corner of the body little by little.

In order to get used to the newly sharpened five senses, he first covered his ears and then let go.

Just then, he noticed heavy breathing coming from a certain direction.He looked up and found that it was a wall on the west side, and there were overcrowded bookcases embedded in the wall.

What an ordinary scene, but he was sure that the voice came from behind.

"Come back," the vampire straightened his jaw with cold fingers, "that's not something you can be curious about."

Peg swallowed in fear, he did hear it, it was a human voice.

As if he could hear this man's breathing, the other man sensed them, and began to shout.

"Egg...Natz...my..."

The voice, which was too old to look like, was weak and indistinct.

Before he could hear better, Ignatz's palm was on his shoulder, twisting his neck.

"Don't listen to me anymore." Ignatz's tone was sullen, "Get out!"

Afraid that if he continued to spy on him, this volatile vampire would break his own neck, so Peg ran out like shit.

A small corner of his heart still kept his curiosity, what kind of human being was imprisoned behind that wall?

After driving away Peg, Ignatz looked cloudy and uncertain.

He turned around and said softly, "Are you still unwilling to cooperate with me?"

Even a half-baked experiment like Peg could hear it, so how could he not hear what the man behind the wall had to say.

He took two steps without getting a response, then held out his hand.His hand sank into the collection of books on the bookshelf as if there was no entity, touched the hard stone wall behind, found the heavy mechanism, and then twisted it.

The lack of lubrication mechanism turned, and with the loud noise, all the disguised phantoms rippled and disappeared. After all this was done, Ignatz stared at all the scenes in front of him: the bookshelves on the other walls were real. Yes, except for this block, which hides his biggest secret for hundreds of years.The never-extinguishing magical cold flame floated in the air, and the cold green light illuminated the narrow secret room.

The secret room is not big, it can only accommodate a black wooden coffin without a lid and a table. There is a whole set of complicated mechanical devices on the table. It looks like it is used to extract some kind of substance. Slowly gather with pointed beaks and fall into the container below.Ignatz walked in through the narrow gap. At the same moment, he noticed that the red liquid in the glass vessel on the far right of the device had just passed the scale line.

He raised the corner of his mouth, temporarily closed the device, came to the coffin, and bent down.

"Okay, whether you like it or not, it's time." His voice was actually pleasant, "I know you can hear me, so open your eyes and look at me, okay?"

The person sleeping in the coffin—maybe he can no longer be called a human being. His skin is all loose due to aging, and he can hardly attach to the bones. His hair and teeth have all fallen off. The whole person looks like a human being. Leather pockets covering human facial features—moving the drooping eyelids with difficulty, revealing a line of cloudy whites and irises whose original color cannot be seen clearly.

"Ig..." The voice almost came from the chest cavity, and it might have been missed if the vampire hadn't had keen hearing.

"I'm here." The vampire carefully helped him up, then raised the vessel, and drank the liquid inside.

As if feeling no disgust, the blood-like bright red liquid was fed mouth to mouth by the vampire, and the powerless humans could only be forced to accept it.

When the vampire fed the strange liquid in the bottle to the man, he suddenly began to pant violently.

At the same time, time began to turn back on his body: the loose skin became firm again, the wrinkles disappeared one by one, and the lost hair and teeth regrown.

In just a few minutes, this creepy old man had transformed into a man in his 30s with black hair and blue eyes with a dark gaze.

He stared sullenly at the vampire above, and raised his hand to wipe off the bloody liquid from his lips, but even such a small movement drained his energy greatly, causing sweat to ooze from his forehead.

"Are you still continuing your research?"

"If you will accept my first embrace, how can I go on this road?"

He didn't answer the other party's question directly. Ignaz's greedy and obsessive eyes lingered on the other party's body. At the same time, he also knew that this beautiful youth was short-lived - he would age rapidly within a week, turning into just now. That terrifying appearance was even older than last time.How much he wanted to freeze everything at this moment, but he couldn't do it until he was sure.

Decades ago, he was very close to success, but the betrayal of Edgar Fogelsang reduced most of his research results to ashes.

In the chaos, fortunately, he did not give up.While gathering believers, he came to this small town, reached a deal with despicable humans, and restarted his own experimental research.

"Not too far away."

Ignatz held the man's hand devoutly, and pressed it against his cheek, feeling the rare temperature and touch.

"This day will not be too far away, I will definitely restore your youth forever." Rather than talking to the silent person in front of him, he seemed to be admonishing himself, "My dearest... teacher."

At the end of that long time, he still remembered the man who reached out to him.

"I still need an apprentice." Regarding his non-human status, the man just said sarcastically, "Great, I've had enough of those weak and incompetent human apprentices, I hope you can do better than them."

In this way, he became the man's apprentice, followed him to learn spellcasting and alchemy, and also acted as the opponent's bodyguard.

Man is the world's greatest alchemist and a respectable human spellcaster.He suffered multiple persecutions from humans, demon hunters, and even dark creatures.

Ignatz admitted that while fearing him and awe of him, he also harbored the most filthy lust for him in the world.

For this desire, he is willing to do anything, even against the wishes of the other party.

"We will always be together, sir."

He printed a warm kiss on the other's palm, and said reverently.

"How...how do we leave?" Mr. Morrison was the first to ask.

He has already said that there are many transformed blood-sucking monsters out there.

Edgar looked out the window—in high latitudes, every December, even if theoretically there would be a sunrise, the fact is that the sun cannot cross the horizon.Such a dark and dark environment just happened to be a breeding ground for vampire monsters to hatch.

If he was just skeptical at the beginning, now he is basically sure that Ignatz's forces have infiltrated the church, using the panic of the crowd and the influence of religion to spread poisonous potions among the crowd, transforming them into A monster between a human and a vampire.

This is one of the reasons why they broke up in the first place.

Even with hatred for humans, he couldn't kill them without guilt, treating them as meaningless consumables.

Ignatz was the opposite. Most of his killings were not for experiments, but just for fun.

"Someone will come to meet you, and he will arrange most things to ensure that you can leave this town safely."

"who is it?"

It's no wonder that he was so nervous. He had already seen how fragile the lives of ordinary human beings were on that bloody night.

"Eugene Gabriel, and my only friend."

Hearing this answer, Karl couldn't help turning his attention.

He had a vague impression of this vampire named Eugene—in the heavy snow, he was held in Edgar's arms, and he remembered that Edgar had been talking to a person whose face was hidden under the hood of the cloak , only a section of silver hair was exposed.

"It's him." Edgar didn't hide anything, "I've known him for hundreds of years, and he's the only fellow I trust."

To be correct, Eugene was originally friends with his blood father who died young, but these things are too heavy, and they have little to do with what they are about to say next.

Even during his closest time with Ignatz, he had never trusted Ignatz the way he trusted Eugene.

"Can he really protect Papa and Daisy?"

Carl asked such a question.

He never felt that they were a burden, and he didn't mind protecting them, but he also had to admit that if he continued to be by his side, disasters would continue to approach them.

Especially Daisy, even if he couldn't say it, he could imagine what she had experienced: being brainwashed, controlled, and treated as a tool that could be discarded at any time.

And after that happened, no matter how much he didn't want to admit it, he also knew that he might be the most disturbing bomb around them.

"I don't doubt him, I know..." In Edgar's narration, Eugene is very kind and gentle. If the identity of a vampire is not mentioned, Eugene can probably be called a saint.

Edgar could understand his concern. "You love them. Eugene will keep them safe, provide them with new identities, and help them start a new life."

After he urgently contacted Eugene, he accidentally learned that Eugene visited Duke Carlos Owen just a week ago for other trivial matters, and learned something from this vampire Duke who happened to know Ignatz in the past. The truth of the past.

"Ignatz did this experiment for someone who wanted eternal life, but it's not possible."

Due to space limitations, Eugene only had time to talk to him so much.

"I will come to you as soon as possible to protect myself and that child."

But this is enough. In the past one or two months, he has investigated many things, eradicated Ignatz's power little by little, and then infiltrated his own power. When Eugene said something about someone In an instant, he could barely piece together the truth.

That person must have been the key to his defeat of Ignatz, so he had to find him.

As for the rest, it can be solved when Eugene comes to this small town.

The final piece of the puzzle is the witcher in town who is after Cal, and what the girl is injecting Cal with.

After saying this, Mr. Morrison stood up to take care of Daisy who was sleeping beside him.

After Mr. Willard disappeared, she was like an orphan, and he couldn't just ignore her.

When only Carl and Edgar were left in the room.

"Edgar." Carl called to stop the vampire, but he didn't lean forward as usual.

He must carefully avoid any physical contact with vampires.

"Is there a problem?"

He wanted to say that I can't leave with you, but he changed his words halfway through.

He knew how vampires craved revenge.

But just now, the other party said in person that he was willing to give up for himself.

"Can I help you?" Carl explained, as if afraid that Edgar would not understand what he meant, "Can I help you fight Ignatz?"

If Eugene can protect his important friends and relatives, this is the only thing he can think of, his own use.