"That kind of thing should be found from the oldest mythological books."

The gray-haired Jewish old man bowed to the collection room with a strong sandalwood smell, and faced rows of wooden stands filled with heavy books, carefully searching for the target. Behind him, the young professor of the CDC looked at this isolated house with a surprised look, and the modern clothing seemed to be out of place.

"You have such a unique world."

Goodwenze exclaimed: "I thought that the room just now was the limit. It turns out that you hid a room behind the mirror!"

"Oh, that's of course, I'm the owner of this entire building."

The old Jewish man was praised and smiled with satisfaction, revealing his intact and white teeth, which was clearly contrasted with his wrinkled skin: "I don't fear scrutinizing the Jewish treasure house of knowledge with the greatest measure. Young people, especially those like me who have experienced World War II, Auschwitz, and too much suffering."

Goodwinze even claimed that he was, and agreed with the old man's bragging from the bottom of his heart. Of course, he knew Abraham's knowledge and experience, otherwise he would not have specially come to New York to find him with this huge secret.

"Let me tell you the story first. Young man, I have to spend some effort here."

Abraham dragged the ladder in a hurry, because the dome of the house was towering and the bookshelf was even more over the ceiling: "Where did you get this magical heart and the fantastic broken hand?"

“That’s a long story.”

Goodwenze's face was solemn, and he dragged a chair to sit down. The story, of course, is remembered in my heart. First, it was his experience in Olympic Mountain, Washington, and then the discovery of his colleague Jim. In just over a month, too many thoughts were kept in my heart. Today is the time to talk.

"So that day, I went back to Olympic Mountain for investigation and accidentally learned from the forest ranger that one night ago, a big fire broke out on a hillside. You know, the forest fire itself is not surprising, but the fire scene was obviously a trace of arson, and it was controlled very cleverly that it did not even attract anyone's attention..."

"And, it happened after the fire you experienced."

Although the Abrahamic man was very old, his eyes were very sharp. He looked back and looked at Goode, and the man even climbed agilely on the chair, holding the book with one hand.

"That's right, so I started to search carefully at the fire scene...and then, I discovered these."

Goodwinze wanted to point something, but then he realized that the two bottles were not taken in: "Or say that, I don't think you believe it. I found many scorched corpses in the soil. Many, very large, hundreds of them, and looking at some corpses that were not burned too clean, do you know what clothes they were wearing?"

The old man climbed down the ladder and moved the ladder to another bookshelf: "I wouldn't be surprised even if you say you run naked together."

"Before and after the Vietnam War, our soldiers' uniforms."

Goodwenze's face was strange: "Believe me, old man, this heart and broken limbs cannot be obtained from a completely burnt corpse. So... you come down first and I'll show you this."

At the same time, Abraham seemed to have found what he wanted, and climbed down the ladder with the book. It was a very thick hard-clad book, which even shook the ground when it fell onto the table with a bang.

"What...ah."

The old man took the photo and his eyes immediately frozen.

Despite the fire, the basic characteristics still survived. The pale face, ferocious pupils, and abrupt blood vessels of blue veins were not something you could see anywhere. Abraham knew in his heart that since his friend from the Center for Disease Control and Prevention took this photo specifically, it means that the condition of the body was definitely not caused by fire, not to mention the fact that this conclusion was clear at a glance, let alone what he had just brought...

"vampire."

He looked at Good Wenze solemnly and slapped the thick spine book in front of him: "Sure enough, there should be vampires in this world. Those ancient classics and those ancient stories must have a cause, and things must have a cause!"

"Uh...a vampire?"

Good Wenze didn't comment, but just looked around with a strange look.

The bookshelf with solid wood is a house with no sunlights drying, and it is full of ancient medieval collections. Even outside the door, it is not a normal world, but another secret room for storing strange collections. Everything here is too contrasted with the real world. If I had lived in such a place, I would have probably become sensible in no time, right?

"Yes, vampire, kid, don't think Dracula is the source, no!"

Abraham did not take good care of Goodwenze's little thoughts, but frantically opened the thick book. The cover of the book was printed with ancient Latin, and I don't know when it was bound and printed, but maybe it could be a copy. Goodwenze stared at the pages of the book suspiciously. The yellowed paper, ink printed handwriting, and classical illustrations were even more mysterious than the Bible.

"Don't tell me this is..."

"A complete collection of vampires? Haha, kid, of course it won't be that kind of dirt-so-so-so-scattered name."

Abraham's old fingers streaked across the pages, slowly searching for what he wanted: "This is a fifteenth century issue. I can't imagine that it's a story that is even longer than that. The most recent issue dates back six hundred years ago. I'm sure that I only have this book in the whole United States, no, I only have this book in the whole America. There may be still some residue in Europe, but at most no more than three books. Haha, there is no more than three treasures in the world!"

Goodwenze began to feel regretful. Sure enough, he had a little "reap" every time he interacted with this old madman. I remember that when he came last time, he showed himself a so-called ancient book, saying it was a diary written by a pastor during the Black Death period. God knows that he just wanted to chat with his old friend about the smallpox virus, but he was dragged to read the ancient language all night long!

"Look, look, look, I found some... very interesting stories here."

Suddenly, Abraham's voice became solemn.

Goodwinze blinked, waiting for the old guy's next words.

"The bloodthirsty monster, controlled by worms, likes darkness but does not fear light, is the demon in the nightmare of the Egyptian people."

He actually found something. Goodwenze subconsciously wanted to touch his forehead, but he was driven by curiosity, so he still turned his head over.
Chapter completed!