Mike and Jake received a report from one of the officers about Vincent. They immediately rushed to the location. Mike even stayed up two nights to hunt for the latest information about Vincent Cox. He still insisted that Vincent was a professional killer.As soon as they arrived at the apartment, paramedics had just arrived. Mike's brow furrowed in astonishment. He came closer and watched as Brandon Meadow was taken to the ambulance."What happened?" Mike asked Brandon, who was in pain with a brace on his arm. Heather was seen standing not far from his brother with a worried expression.“He came... ahkk... he broke my arm... aah!” Brandon grimaced in pain and cried. He couldn't stand the excruciating pain."How did it happen?" Jake asked in surprise."I've already told you that he is a madman, a psychopath! Luckily, my brother screamed, so he survived; otherwise, he would have died like Mr. Donovan!” Heather said, her emotions rising.“Calm down, Miss Meadow. Please explain to us what

Vincent walked past various people on the sidewalk with his head slightly bowed and wearing a hoodie. He began to realize that everything he experienced was not a dream. Everything that happened was real.Vincent just stopped and let people pass by. It had been two days since he last drank blood. Vincent slapped himself hard in the face until he groaned in pain."Aahhkk... this isn't a dream!" He cursed in pain. Some who passed by glanced at him as a strange person. It's strange. While rubbing his cheek, Vincent then continued walking. He passed a mini-market and decided to stop by. Somehow, he remembered Kyron. The baby needs milk, not blood, like him.He walked into the mini-market and then glanced at one of the corners that caught his eye. The surveillance camera is the eye that watches all visitors, including himself.“The camera in the apartment must have captured my image. I have to hide immediately," he muttered softly. He continued walking t

"I don't think he looks like a criminal, sir," said Grace, as if defending Vincent Cox. Michael then turned to her and frowned.“He killed his boss with a shot in the head, Miss Baker. Just so you know, many criminals don't look like criminals." That's why they're good at tricking their victims," Mike said irritably.Grace pursed her lips. Her face turns cute when she looks sulky and annoyed. Mike glanced at her for a moment, then looked away again in another direction. This kind of little girl is not his type.“What else did he do besides buying those things?” Mike asked again to interview Grace and her colleagues."Nothing else. It's just that the man kept paying attention to Grace," the cashier admitted to Michael. Mike turned to Grace, who was also surprised and turned to him.“What do you mean, Tom?” Grace asked her co-worker again.“While he was paying, I noticed he kept looking at you until you went

“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

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