Chapter 36

The atmosphere in the stairwell gradually became solemn and dignified.

After a brief silence, the blade said, "why do you believe you?"

"You can't believe it."

Cole frowned, put one hand in his coat pocket, lowered his head and took a deep breath of smoke, crushing the burning cigarette end on the wall.

In many cases.

There is no need for too much conversation and investigation.

The same kind of people can often identify each other faster in the crowd.

Blade glanced at Karen, the female doctor in her arms, turned and ran downstairs and said, "come with me."

Before the police surrounded the building, the two ran downstairs. Cole went to his car and looked at the blade.

Then.

One black and one silver, two dodge challengers, running all the way on the streets of Los Angeles.

The blade is located in the base of the garage, far from the city center.

It was not until after dawn that they drove to the garage in the suburbs.

His backup and adoptive father, Abraham Whistler.

A 60 year old American red neck with limping, foul language and gray hair may be very impolite, but it is.

At the moment, he was grinding metal with a grinding wheel on the workbench not far away, and sparks splashed everywhere.

The tape recorder nearby plays the classic rock music: bad moon rising.

（Ifearriversoverflowing.Ihearthevoiceofrageandruin...）

"Whistler!"

Maybe after Karen Jason, a black female doctor, was infected by a vampire, he remembered his biological mother. He got out of the car, and the blade picked up Karen, a female doctor, and put her on a metal workbench.

Turning off the tape recorder, the rugged old American man glanced at Cole standing in the distance, limped to the workbench and joked, "so you're taking in refugees now?"

"She was bitten."

Whistler looked down at the woman doctor with blood on her neck, frowned and said, "you should kill her."

Blade took a deep breath and took off his sunglasses. "I know, but I can't do it."

As a partner for many years.

Whistler understood why the blade couldn't start.

After a moment of silence, he said, "if she starts to change, kill her."

Turn on the lamp on the workbench, stare at the blade and say seriously, "otherwise I will do it myself."

Then confirmed Karen's current status and identity, and injected a concentrated garlic solution into her neck.

He picked up a rag, wiped his hands and said to the female doctor, "you have a 50% chance of surviving through tonight."

Then he looked at Cole from a distance and asked, "who is he? The Mafia? Hehe, I thought this was Chicago in the 1920s."

"Our colleague, and he knows who bit Vanessa."

"Shit."

Whistler obviously didn't believe this reason and ignored Cole. He returned to his original position, turned on the recorder, hummed a tune and started working again.

The blade pulled the comatose female doctor's head to the other side with his hand. Seeing the smoke from the vampire bite, he motioned cole to talk with him in another house.

Follow him to a very humble living room.

There is only one cushion on the ground, a black-and-white TV twenty years ago.

Maybe when blade hunted vampires, he forced graman, but in fact, he and Whistler have always lived in poverty.

There is a very interesting passage in the film.

After the blade stunned a vampire slave police officer, under the stunned gaze of the female doctor, he touched all the valuable things on the human ghost.

And justifiably: otherwise, where do you think I got the money?

Cole can fully understand this.

A large number of sterling silver bullets are used to hunt vampires every day. Unless there is a mine at home, the family will be destroyed sooner or later.

The gentle dawn sun, through the prison like small and narrow window, shone on the blade's face.

"Tell me that name."

Cole lit a cigarette and said indifferently, "now is not the time, blade, because the facts are far more cruel than you think."

The blade's yellowish pupils are different from human beings. He looked at Cole coldly and said, "you never know what I've experienced, stranger. Tell me that name. I'll take you out of town tonight."

Smoke is like an illusory dream in the sun.

"Deacon frost."

"Evidence."

Cole didn't answer. He handed the cigarette box over and put it back in his pocket. "Oh, I almost forgot. You don't smoke."

Then he said, "do you really want to know?"

The blade was expressionless and didn't answer.

Cole patted off the cigarette ash standing on the skirt, held the cigarette in his mouth, frowned and said, "Vanessa Brooks, she's not dead."

"Really?"

"Yes."

Referring to the life and death of his biological mother, blade's mood became a little out of control. After reconfirmation, he grabbed Cole's collar, put him against the wall and angrily said, "lie! I saw her die with my own eyes!"

I've seen the film three times in detail, I'm familiar with all the plot, and then I have a plan, so Colgan didn't panic.

Take a cigarette calmly, and the choking smoke floats in front of them.

Mind, is this the power of the day walker?

Although he is not a 300 pound super strong man, the blade doesn't seem to need much strength to lift him easily.

After a silence.

Cole said indifferently, "I told you that the facts are more cruel than you think. I wanted to tell you this when the time was ripe."

A woman bitten by a vampire and medically confirmed dead is still alive. The reason for this doesn't even need to be considered.

The blade who has hunted vampires for more than 20 years knows what this means more than anyone.

Change.

Blood slaves.

No one can stand being insulted by others, and this is one of the truths he has been searching for for for years.

Put Cole down, the blade pointed to his nose with his right hand and said angrily, "I'll confirm it myself. Before that, you'd better get out of the city and never come back."

Flatten the folds on the coat, Cole said, "I also learned by chance that that bastard foster is brewing a plot against the pure blood family and the human world. Vanessa is his weapon left to deal with you."

He took off his coat, revealed his gray vest and pure white shirt, raised his hand and loosened his black tie. He held a cigarette in one hand and put the other hand in his trouser pocket. He said indifferently, "do you really think that I will be coerced by those dirty beasts and have no choice but to leave the city?

Asking for your help is not to let you send me out of town, blade. I need you to help me investigate what the unruly bastard foster is planning.

I can handle the pursuers from the Presbyterian Council myself. "

The blade ready to leave stopped.

Turning around, I seriously began to examine the stranger who was calm from beginning to end for the first time.

Unless he's a detective from Forrest, or like him: a vampire hunter.

Otherwise, he could not have understood so clearly about the Presbyterian Church, the pure blood family and Forster.

"What's your name?"

"Cole."