"A few days ago, several homeless people disappeared in this neighborhood. There were also a few young people who disappeared without reason at work, which is really worrying."

"Don't worry too much."

Merlin looked at Peter Little, and a light flashed in his eyes, and he said:

"I guess, order will be restored soon."

"I won't say this."

Mei waved her hand and said to Meilin:

"Stay for dinner tonight. I have told Ben to buy more vegetables when I get off work."

"certainly."

Meilin leaned against the sofa, he rubbed his stomach, and he said to Mei:

"Today, I came here just for dinner. Ah, one year and four months, I almost missed the pizza you made."

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At 9 o'clock in the evening, Merlin finished her meal at Mei's house and was sent home by Eric.

This kid is going to have a reunion with his classmates at Imperial High School tonight, so after sending Merlin home, he ran away in Merlin's car.

Merlin didn't stop him, Eric was not him, that young man needed to have his own life, and any normal person needed to have his own life.

After Eric left, Merlin stood up with a heavy cane. Although her legs were still weak and she could not walk too fast, Merlin didn't want to sit in a wheelchair.

This feeling of being only cared for is too bad.

"In a wheelchair, everyone thinks I'm a patient."

Merlin spent a few minutes changing into a windbreaker and casual outfit. He stood at the door with his cane and looked at the dark night outside the door. He whispered to the raven Victor, who had fallen on his arm:

"The worst thing about being a patient is that even if you are surrounded by people who care about you, even if you know they want to help you, the more they do, the more you feel weak you will feel."

"Victe, do you think I'm weak?"

"Woooooo"

The Raven Spirit yelled at his master, and then flapped his wings into the dark sky under Merlin's gaze.

Merlin didn't plan to waste his time. Since he knew that the vampires were raging, he planned to go out and take a look.

"Should I tell them how strong I am?"

Merlin said to himself, a few seconds later, he smiled, just like a weak ordinary man, walking into the darkness with his cane.

But I haven't been back for more than a year, and Hell's Kitchen still looks like it's so unpleasant to be interested.

Merlin walked on a street with almost no people in the darkness. This neighborhood was like this since he moved in a few years ago. The security at night was very, very bad. Anyone with sensible people would not come out to move after nightfall.

It is also bad to do business in such places. The residents have no money, have poor purchasing power, and most of them have the habit of stealing. Therefore, there are few new shops here. I really don’t know how the only supermarkets and other old stores in Hell Kitchen persist in the face of meager profits.

Merlin walked slowly along the street, and his perception continued to spread outward, like a moving radar, looking for clues related to vampires.

But to his surprise, he spent more than an hour and walked around the Hell's Kitchen, but found no signs of vampire activity.

Very clean.

It's like someone has cleaned it up here.

"It's not normal."

Merlin rubbed her chin and said softly:

"The flames of chaos always ignite from the most disorderly places, but when did this hell kitchen, this ghost place be so orderly? Was it made at midnight?"

Merlin suspected that it was Midnight's father who took action to rectify the order of Hell's Kitchen, but after thinking about it carefully, the nightclub owner who could not get up early would probably not have such a high awareness.

Or, when he was away, did some "voluntary police" come from Hell's Kitchen?

With this question, Merlin continued to wander the streets. After turning the intersection of 7th Street, Merlin unexpectedly saw a small shop that he had never remembered.

Just between two narrow apartments, two stories high, it looks a bit old.

But in Merlin's memory, there should be no buildings between these two buildings?

He walked towards the newly opened store.

On the surface, this should be an antique collection shop. The glass windows are filled with various antiques, but most of them are fake. Although they are made vividly, the details of deliberately making old can not be hidden from Meilin's eyes.

He looked up at the store's signboard.

“bloodstone?(Bloodstone?)”

Meilin read out the strange name. He was a little puzzled enough to think about what the signboard meant. After hesitating for a few seconds, he reached out and pushed open the empty store door and walked into it.
Chapter completed!