"Why?"

Bald Welsh seemed very confused about Turing's problem.

"What are you doing to catch vampires? Torturing them?"

As a doctor, Grace Carroll is not good at hunting.

After chatting with the kind-hearted Mrs. Carol for a while, Turing found the patient's biological brother according to the other party's instructions.

Since Quinn was summoned by a witch hunter meeting, Glenn, who was a novice, simply found the patient's family and started chatting in an empty ward.

After realizing how incredible it was that his brother could be saved, this guy's attitude towards Turing was 360 degrees. It happened that this man in his 40s was also an experienced old hunter, but he felt very strange about Turing's arrest.

"Didn't you think about understanding their body structure after dealing with them for so long?"

Hearing Turing's answer, Great Wales was stunned, and then his expression was a little strange:

"My God... you don't think... those blood-sucking crazy women, although they are beautiful in appearance, are all real monsters!!! But then again... I actually have this kind of thought..."

Turing's mouth twitched stiffly:

"Where did you think of it? I mean dissection."

"Impossible." Greater Wales shook his head. "It's easy to kill them, but it's too difficult to subdue them."

"The blood-thirsty people are monsters. Even if their hands are completely broken, they can grow out quickly. They can be split into two halves and they can be brought together. Cut their heads off and they can even be taken back. Without Luenyin, they will not be able to kill them unless they crush their heads into slag, so it is not realistic to break their hands and feet, and there is nothing to tie them up. If it is a hunting tool made of Luenyin, there is a bit of hope, but... in short, these guys have many strange means, such as those of the lord blood of Fanzhuo, which can turn their bodies into bats. And vampires can also use human firearms and tools, how can they catch such things?"

Greater Wales wanted to explain to Turing the reason why he couldn't catch the vampire, but his eloquence was not very good.

"If you really want to know, it is recommended to go and read "The Legend of the Demon Hunting". Although many witch hunters don't read those things now, the vice president always nags and practices the truth."

"I already have it." Turing lit up the thick book in Liang's hand.

According to Quinn, "The Notes of the Demon Hunter" is actually a book that records the entire history and various experiences of the witcher. It was copied and re-compiled and printed by modern witchers from the notes of various ancestors. This book in Turing's hands is part of it, describing various vampires and their experiences against them.

If you can't ask someone, Turing can only explore it by himself.

"So I'll change the question. How can I find vampires? You know I'm not referring to those royal institutions."

"To be honest, I was about to tell you that you could go to the town hall, and there were coffins under it, and even if it was at least a few hundred years..." Big Wales smiled and told a joke, "If you really want to try it... I actually don't recommend you to do this. Although your medical skills are superb, you are just a newcomer after all, and I will be punished for letting your companions die... I mean, if, if you really want to find a vampire safely... maybe you can try your luck."

"How do you say it?" Turing raised his eyebrows.

"Vampires have many nests in London. We all know those places, but they are all too dangerous. But there are always some vampires who go out and commit crimes, and most of them are impatient newborns, just like Jack the Ripper... Although we don't know whether that monster is a bloodthirsty person at the moment."

"As for the method, it's very simple. It's just rely on 'potion'."

"I know you are a doctor with great art, anatomy, surgery, these are unique here. But when it comes to hunting..."

The bald man took off the leather buckle on his chest and put it on the table. There were a row of leather straps filled with small bottles of various colors. He picked out one or two bottles and placed them on the table:

"These are potions, they can..."

"It can supplement the consumption of Rune Lun, and different vampire cores can provide different effects, but they all have time?" Turing interrupted.

"Uh... That's right, it seems you've learned a little in advance." Big Wales scratched the scar on the bald head, "You know, those blood-sucking monsters have many differences from us. For example, they can see clearly even on nights when they don't see their fingers, or they can see clearly, or they are sensitive to blood, and their movement speed and strength beyond ordinary people, etc. For example, this bottle."

He pinched a turbid orange potion, which was like a formalin who had been soaked in Turing's eyes: "This is the 'Eye of Shadow', which allows you to see clearly in the darkness."

"Or this bottle." He picked up another light blue potion, "This is 'Rose Blood', which can fill our blood with poison that is completely harmless to humans, but trigger the bloodthirsty impulse of the thirsty blood and cause a terrifying burn."

"If they want to drink a sip of human blood in the fight, then they are suffering?"

"That's right." Big Wales pulled open his collar and showed the healing scars of his neck. "This trick is simply a test, it's a bit of a neck."

"And all you need is a bottle of 'hunting nose'." He took out two small bottles of gray liquid and handed it to Turing. "Drink this, you can have a brief and infinitely close to their sense of smell. The bloody smells are like colored flour, one by one, clearly audible."

"I remember the potion was refined from the blood nucleus of the vampire? Before I came to you, I encountered the bloodthirsty blood of the Nosferatu clan in a fallen city. They were able to invisibly and summon ghouls, and humans could have such power through the potion?"

Facing Turing's inquiry, Great Wales nodded: "Yes, summoning ghouls may not work, it is from their evil powers. But the potion can indeed bring our power closer to them, although it is only temporary. The blood-thirsty person of the Nosferatu clan produces an "invisible" potion. Although it cannot allow us to disappear into the air, it can completely eliminate the breath of our bodies, and it is no different from a stone."

"The blood thirsty people in other clans are also different. The blood thirsty people in the Mokavi produces production capacity that makes people violent or extremely smart "crazy" and "thinker" potions. The blood thirsty people in the Gangro produces the "giant" potions that make people bigger and stronger."

"And the bloodline of those vampire lords, that is, the Fanzhu clans who can turn into a large group of bats, are very powerful potions refined from their blood nuclei, and have almost all the characteristics of enhanced potions. The characteristics of transforming into bats can even allow us to glide in the air, which is more agile than crows. Unfortunately, the Fanzhu clan is a royal family among them and is difficult to kill, let alone potions. I dreamed of trying it. At present, only the branch president still has one or two bottles in his hand. It is said that there will be more in the north part of London..."

Can you become stronger by taking medicine?

Perhaps this is because some cells in the vampire's body have reached some connection with the tumors in the demon hunter's body, which affects the human organs, so this effect can be achieved?

Turing was analyzing while listening to the explanation of Greater Wales, and was also more curious about the world's technological system.

"What about the werewolf? Do we have blood cores?"

Big Wales smiled: "There are no blood cores in the werewolf. Apart from the unpleasant odor on their bodies, they are exactly the same as humans. They are very strong and completely different from the frail blood clan. Only when they become wolves will they show the appearance of monsters. It is a black monster, and the steel skin on their bodies is even more difficult to penetrate than the hardest armor in the world. Of course, they cannot make potions."

"You haven't thought about why these potions can give you the power of the blood-thirsty person?"

"Our ancestors told us that if we eat your enemies, it will turn into your power."

"It's that simple?" Turing's mouth twitched.

"Yes." Great Wales nodded with conscience, not thinking that there was any problem with this sentence. "When we eat the meat of beef and mutton, they give us strength, and of course this is the reason."

It’s better to eat whatever you eat, right? It’s recommended to eat more pig brains. Turing complains.

"What about eating werewolf?"

Great Wales shook his head: "No one can get the werewolf corpses. Those wild beasts are too small. They care very much about the corpses of their tribes. Even if they fill up more lives, or tear their companions' bodies to pieces, they will not let the corpses fall into the hands of other races. I was fortunate to have participated in the encirclement of a werewolf clan once. I can only say that this is a very violent race, just a group of mad dogs."

After learning more about Wales and comparing the contents of the Demon Hunter, Turing left Joseph's clinic after he compared the contents of the Demon Hunter's Notes.

In Turing's view, humans in this era still retained many barbaric superstitious customs. People who advocate "heretic science" would be executed and sentenced to wizards. People with black hair and black eyes like Turing are even the sons of demons considered by the church here. They fear such appearance and would hang such people.

This is also the reason why most of the witch hunters here are hostile to Turing, and Wales is one of them. This man is cheerful by nature and is not a bad person.

Before leaving, Wales once again apologized to Turing for his rudeness, and also gave him two bottles of "hunting noses". He also enthusiastically invited Turing to have a good wine with him tomorrow and introduced more witch hunters to know him, but Turing politely declined.

It was late at night, but this was the time for the witch hunter activities. The team of witch hunters in groups of three or three was traveling in the branch, and cast various gazes at Turing wandering, and then Turing met Glenn.

At this moment, he was holding a large wooden box, covering the entire chest, and immediately stopped when he saw Turing:

"Mr. Gray Fox, have you not rest yet?"

"Just done surgery on an injured witch hunter. What are you doing?" Turing pointed to the box in his arms.

"The branch president took Miss Hensing and a group of long-clothed members to carry out emergency operations. In the Croydon area, we just received a secret letter from the Crow to supplement their logistics."

"Is it the rescue operation that Quinn mentioned?" Turing frowned immediately.

After the operation and communication with Greater Wales took two or three hours, Turing was just trying to find Quinn to learn more about the rescue operation, but he didn't expect that the other party had left the branch.

"No, it's something else," Glenn said. "A passing safari wants our help, he is chasing a lonely werewolf leader in Croydon. The rescue of Alzac is three days later, and this is the result of this tonight."

"Arzac?"

When Turing first came here, because he suspected his identity, a witch hunter roared and wanted to exchange him for someone. It seemed that he was the leader of the witch hunter who needed rescue related to the clue of "Akrasia".

"Alzac Borgth is the spiritual leader of most of us, and he means a lot to us. Just a while ago he was arrested for investigating the matter of "Akrasia", and a bloodthirsty elder used this to threaten us to do things for it. Tonight's meeting was about rescuing Mr. Borgth. But there was a sudden situation, the safari who asked for help gave the bargaining chip that the branch president could not refuse."

Three days later...

Turing nodded: "Since that's the case, I won't bother you."

Saying goodbye to Glenn, Turing simply walked towards the exit of the Evil-Breaking Alliance Branch. He wanted to do something, or a risk test experiment.

The witch hunters guarding the gate did not stop Turing. They watched Turing leave with a gloating attitude.

A crescent moon hangs in the sky. The fog in London in the middle of the night is much thinner than in the daytime. It seems that the moonlight is deliberately sprinkled throughout the city, dyeing a glimmer of light on those Gothic spires.

There was no one on the street, and the sound of Turing's footsteps was clearly heard in the quiet late night. There were only two scattered fire lights in the distance, and there were also barking dogs in my ears from time to time. The rows of Gothic buildings were like heavy tree shadows with claws covering the entire block under the moonlight.

Turing speeds up his footsteps and walks through the alleys of the city. All the information pointed to in the eyes was collected into the secondary brain compiler. As he climbed up a high building, jumped up to the spire, stopped at the head of a gargoyle statue with its claws, and took in the blocks under his feet. A three-dimensional map was generated at high speed in the secondary brain compiler. He quickly locked in a location-

church.

Turing walked out of the shadow and looked at the huge church in front of him. He immediately spread a phantom limb, unscrupulously releasing the aura of the demon god's technology, and let the phantom limb pop out the blade, cut open his wrist and flowed out a full 300 milliliters of blood and poured on the side of the church.

After doing all this, he restrained his phantom limbs, and bounced on the wall with his physical strength and returned to the gargoyle statue before looking down below. His eagle-eyed eyes locked on the blood left by himself at the entrance of the church, waiting for it to change.

One minute, two minutes, five minutes.

Half an hour passed, Turing's brows gradually tightened, and he was about to leave as soon as he moved his steps.

At this time, a strange sound came from the night sky. It was accurately captured by the voiceprint receiver in the quiet dark night—

【Judgement: Small Flying Biology-Mammalian Pterozoic-Body Weight Analysis…between 30-40 grams…】

In an instant, a rapid roar sounded across the night sky, and a thick black cloud rushed straight into the church below—
Chapter completed!