Chapter 125 Action

A life that is not a vampire but has vampire abilities was born, but some unexpected changes occurred.

Su Lun looked at Jacques in front of him. Jacques had fangs like other vampires, but the difference was that he had bat wings and became like a giant bat.

"Could it be that a mutation occurred during the blood fusion process?"

Su Lun was very strange, and he felt that only this reason could explain it.

Jacques felt that he had infinite power in his body, and he waved his hand to break the iron chain tied to his body.

Although he didn't know what Su Lun did to him, he felt a strong pressure on Su Lun and couldn't do anything to Su Lun.

"Although the experimental results are very different, there are some results."

Su Lun looked at the changes in Jacques and had a plan in his mind. Now Jacques is more like a giant bat than a human.

He ordered Jacques to lie down and conduct various tests to see what the difference is between Jacques and ordinary vampires.

Although Jacques resisted, he couldn't disobey Su Lun's orders.

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A few days later, many incomprehensible events occurred in the dark country of Vasilya, and the news was constantly broadcast.

In the city of Kasendel, where Vasilya passed, a dilapidated house was emitting the sound of a radio.

"A message to interrupt. Recently, there have been incidents of wild animals injuring people in Kasendel. The animals that injured people were mutant bats. Please pay attention to safety, citizens."

The radio kept making incomprehensible noises. A hand covered with paint pressed the power button and turned off this annoying machine.

Owen stood in front of the drawing board with a paintbrush and painted quickly. The dirty room was filled with paints of various colors. The slightly flickering fluorescent lights made the surroundings pale. The pungent smell of chemical paints could not make him put down the paintbrush in his hand.

This is an oil painting about the deep sea. Because the paintbrush is covered with paints of various colors, the ocean in the painting is full of mottled colors, and the distorted fish cannibalize each other in it.

The oil painting has not been completed yet. Owen held his breath, his face slightly distorted, and impatiently dipped the paintbrush into the paint and continued to paint. He didn't care even if the paint box was overturned.

When Owen painted the last fish, he quickly threw away the brush in his hand and slumped in the chair next to him.

He gasped and his forehead was covered with cold sweat. The painting just now seemed to have consumed a lot of his energy.

Owen Saugus, his name.

His profession is not a painter, but a detective. Painting is a means to release the repressed emotions in his heart.

He might go crazy if he didn't do this, because he saw strange creatures he had never seen before.

This caused him to have nightmares when he slept. If it weren't for nightmares, he wouldn't rely on painting to relieve stress.

Owen looked around. The room was in a mess. There were strange pictures everywhere on the floor and walls. If someone came to this room, they would definitely be scared. Owen didn't want to stay in this room for a second.

"Ring ring ring..."

The sound of the landline in the living room rang, and Owen found a piece of rag to wipe the paint off his hands.

He came to the living room, picked up the phone and asked, "Who?"

"Come to work! If you don't come, the sheriff will be angry!"

The man's furious voice came from the phone. Owen felt bad when he heard it. He immediately picked up the old pocket watch on the table to check the time.

The hour hand of the pocket watch had passed 10 o'clock, and there was only a short distance to 11 o'clock.

Seeing this, Owen knew why someone called to urge him to go to work. He was late, and he was not late for one or two minutes, but almost half a day.

"I'll be there right away!"

Owen immediately hung up the phone, hurried to wash the paint on his body, put on a clean police uniform, and rushed to the police station with various detective equipment and documents.

His equipment was actually a hard baton and a small pistol with only six bullets.

Here, you need a gun license to carry a gun, but this certificate has long been meaningless. No one will check it, and the police don't need this certificate.

Owen stopped a carriage on the road. Although technology has developed and fuel cars are also popular, simple transportation such as carriages still exist.

There was only one tanned coachman in the carriage, who asked respectfully, "Excuse me, sir, where are you going?"

Owen replied, "Cassendel Police Station."

It's not far from the police station, but it takes some time to get there.

The carriage started moving. It was the hottest time of the day. Factories in the distance were constantly emitting black smoke. The roar of cars could be heard from time to time, and the air was filled with the stench of pollution.

Most pedestrians on the road wore gray clothes made of synthetic fibers. Because of industrial pollution, gray clothes are easy to wash.

On the roadside, apart from public places, only entertainment venues such as taverns and dance halls were open for business.

It didn't take long for Owen to arrive at the door of the police station. He took out a coin with a face value of 1,000 from his pocket and handed it to the coachman in front of him.

"No need to change it."

Owen waved his hand and rushed to the inside of the police station.

The currency of Vasilysia is a coin with a scepter pattern on one side and a face value on the other side. The smallest face value is 1,000.

One coin can buy two fist-sized loaves of bread, which is basically equivalent to a homeless person's food for a day.

Owen ran into the police station. The guards at the door were used to it and ignored him.

The police station was not big, just a five- or six-story building with some open space for training. There were only more than 20 people in the whole police station.

Owen signed his name on the attendance sheet. According to past experience, he would only be notified by phone when it was related to the entire police station, so the people in the police station must be in a meeting.

He quickly found the meeting room and walked in. Something was being discussed in the meeting room. It was not easy for him to interrupt the meeting now, so he had to sit in the back and wait.

Some police officers in the meeting room looked at him with indifference. Owen could see it, but he didn't say anything. People in this place were like this.

Owen looked at the sheriff above. This was an inspector. The other party was just an ordinary policeman before, but now he is his boss.

He had been thinking about why the other party could become an inspector. In the chaotic country of Vasikia, only relationships can lead to rapid promotion.

As far as he knew, the other party had no strong relationships at all.

Until a few days ago, he met the monster that looked like a bat and the person standing next to the monster.

That person was his boss in front of him, Cochise.

Cochise glanced at everyone. He had been an inspector for a long time and was very familiar with the situation here.

What he had to do before was to prevent the spread of the monsters. Although the legends of bats and vampires were getting more and more popular here, he had to obey Su Lun's orders.

It was just that someone happened to see him during a previous operation, which led to the spread of the news.

Now his goal is not to prevent the spread of the monsters, but to speed up the development of the blood clan's power.