“Vampires are undead, suicide victims, or witches, but vampires can also be created from evil spirits that enter a corpse and through the bite of another vampire. The legend of vampires is widespread, and in some places, it is even causing mass hysteria because some people are being accused of being vampires," said Vincent, murmuring the book he was reading.
“The process of becoming a vampire varies according to different beliefs. In Slavic and Chinese beliefs, if a cat or dog stepped on a corpse, it would become undead. In Russian, vampires are witches or humans who, during their lifetime, oppose the Church."Vincent frowned slightly when he read the last sentence, but then he continued.
“Cultural rituals are sometimes performed to prevent recently deceased people from turning undead. The tradition continued to develop into the Greek belief of vrykolakas, in which a cross and pottery with the inscription Jesus Christ reigns were placed with a co
Michael Emerson walked into a treatment room to see the doctor, Brandon Meadow. The doctor will perform Brandon's arm surgery. He is waiting for his schedule. As soon as he saw Mike get into his room, Brandon looked away in annoyance.“Idiot cop!” He cursed while murmuring.“Good afternoon, Mr. Meadow. How are you?" Mike asked just to make small talk for a moment. He stood at Brandon's bedside without his faint smile."What do you think?" Brandon quipped annoyingly. The doctor who treated Brandon just glanced at him and then took the patient's record to check it."I'm sorry about your situation. If there's anything we can do, just say it," Mike said again, making Brandon even more annoyed. He snorted and glared at Mike.“Have you guys caught that bastard?” He cursed in annoyance. Mike knew what he meant, but he chose to remain casual."What do you mean, Vincent Cox?""Who else would dare break my arm if n
Vincent sat in a chair with a simple table before him, staring at a glass of water. The sister who came to put the mirror away had probably left the room about an hour ago."Why haven't you drunk the water?" Zachary asked, then sat down in the chair facing Vincent."I don't want to drink now, Father. I..." Vincent paused and looked at the glass filled with water."My child, what exactly are you thinking? Tell me what happened to you," said Zach, persuading Vincent to talk. Vincent looked gloomy and continued to lower his gaze. Zach kept looking at Vincent and hoping he would say. He waited patiently, although Vincent still kept his mouth tightly shut."Do you know how this house of God accepts all His followers without exception? There is no unforgivable sin, my son." Zach was still talking to Vincent, who just looked at him."I...""Just say it. Did you commit a crime?" Vincent nodded."But... I didn't kill..." Vincent accidentally s
"Is this how you lie? You said you were a vampire to scare me." Zach accused Vincent of lying instead of believing that he was a vampire."I'm not lying, Father!""Oh really? You went into the library and read a book about vampires, and now you claim to be the one?" Zach quipped back at Vincent."Father, if you don't believe me, why are you helping me? If I don't believe you, why would I help you? I'd better just let those two robbers kill you!" Vincent said, making Zach silent."We help based on love and humanity," continued Zach in a low tone."I feel the same way...""The vampire doesn't exist, Vincent. Don't make it up!" It was clear that Zach still couldn't trust Vincent completely."Why would I lie?""If you are a vampire, what is the proof? Do you suck blood?" Vincent immediately nodded."I killed two crooks who were going to rob you first. I sucked their blood, and it turned out they turned into vampires. I kille
Michael Emerson returned to the NYPD from the hospital to continue his work. He began to feel something strange about the connection between Brandon Meadow and Vincent Cox, including the Horus Tech company, which employs them both. The company was unconcerned and did not want to provide proper information.His boss, Captain Donny Fernandez, was waiting when he arrived at his office. As police chief, Donny must ensure his deputies are still working on the specified lines."Sir, what are you doing in my room?" said Mike as soon as he walked in. Donny was standing near Mike's desk and nodded."I came to talk to you for a moment! There have been reports from some officers that you gave them too much pressured to get involved in the Cox case. Is that true?" Donny asked with a serious expression.Mike pulled his smirk, and he shook his head. He snorted a little softly and sarcastically."I thought the police's job is to find information to reveal the tru
Michael got out of his car in a hurry to go to a cafe that was open in Manhattan. He could only turn on the cell phone after charging it in the car. Mike completely forgot his cell phone because he was too busy with work.He entered the cafe and looked around in all directions to look for Jennifer."Sorry, I'm late. Have you been waiting long?" said Mike as he pulled out a chair to sit down. Jennifer gave him an annoyed and flat expression. He had often experienced this situation, as Mike frequently forgot his promises."I've been waiting for almost three hours without hearing from you. When are you going to change, Mike? I'm bored of being like this!" Jennifer said it emotionally. His face looked very disappointed in Michael for his endless work."I'm sorry, Jen. I just remembered. My phone ran out of battery, and I didn't realize it. Mike tried to explain calmly. He had to stop when a waiter served him a cup of coffee."Are there any other orders
Jennifer was about to get into her car but thought better of it—the annoyance and anger accumulated in Mike, making her turn around and cross back into the cafe. The matter is over, like the relationship. Unfortunately, Jennifer didn't want to obtain it at all.However, when she opened the door to go back inside, Jennifer witnessed a sight that made her jealous and angry. Mike was talking to a beautiful young girl while smiling and chuckling.The feeling of heat and irritation quickly flooded her mind, burning with jealousy. Mike had never been like that to him. Jennifer approached with her tense rage."Mike! So you broke up with me for this? for her!" Jennifer yelled at Michael, who was jolted that Jennifer had returned. Mike was confused when he saw her, who immediately attracted visitors' attention. Not only that, Grace was also perplexed by what happened. She didn't even know anything."Jen, what are you doing?" Feeling remorseful, Mike scolded Jennifer and moved closer to her. On
Rushing, Mike walked to the laboratory next to the main NYPD building. Investigators use the building to find answers to the traces left by criminals. The autopsy room, DNA identification, evidence, and sound lab are all fully available. The FBI is also working with them on the same facility."Jake!" Mike called, half running towards him. He gasped and then stopped in front of Jake. Jake asked Mike to get to the autopsy room. They will meet the doctor and also an investigator, Emma Orlando. Jake and Mike also wore special latex gloves to avoid touching the specimens carelessly."Detective Emerson, this is the report from the three victims. Number one, 24 years old, Elisabeth Morgan worked as a cashier at the Holland Mart on Ballmoore Street. Her boss reported she was missing yesterday after the morning she was found burned," said Dr Emma. Now, they walked to the other cadaver table."Number two is Olson Moore, who is 30 years old and unemployed. His last crimina
Mike and Jake arrived at the hospital after driving for about 20 minutes. They got ready directly behind the car and pointed their guns at the front door. Some people kept running out when police cars came to surround the hospital."Where's my vest?" said Mike, asking one of the policemen for a bulletproof vest. Jake and Mike took turns wearing vests and then gathered to design a strategy for barging the hospital."Find a way in! Is it true that Vincent Cox is in there?" Mike asked his team."According to the doctor who examined Cox, he said he was in the emergency room," answered one of the police. Mike's brow furrowed in astonishment."Why did he come to the hospital?""He said the hot silver cross burned his hands!" Mike's face bent backwards slightly, and he quickly turned to Jake, who was also surprised."We'll try the west side road," another police detective explained at the entrance."Emerson, you will lead, okay?" Mike nodded