Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 80: Holding the puppet to control White

"It might be related to that one, you know."

"My relationship with Him is closer than that with His followers." After a moment's consideration, Philip said this half-true and half-false statement.

Because even if the truth is told to the two people in front of him, they can't help much in practical terms, and it might even have a bad impact.

"Even worse than the Follower." Sharon lowered her eyes slightly and murmured almost silently.

Then she pursed her lips and hesitated for a moment, as if she wanted to say something, but finally nodded slightly and said:
"I'll leave this vampire in your care. Maric and I need to handle the follow-up. We need to fake our escape from Backlund. We must make careful preparations to deceive them."

Well, actually, it might be safer for you to stay away from Backlund. After all, I'm here to draw the fire. Philip thought to himself with some self-mockery, watching the two of them go away, and finally shifting his gaze to the unconscious vampire on the bed.

To be honest, he was indeed quite envious. After all, adult vampires were not only powerful Sequence 7, but also immortals with a lifespan of up to 300 years. As long as he met a good seller, he would definitely make a lot of money.

Hopefully this guy is a bad guy.

With a slightly unethical idea in mind, Philip quickly used the audience state ability of the "Mind's Eye" to wake up the vampire in front of him into a dazed state, and then used candles and pure water as a medium to make the "mind reading" state more stable.

After confirming that nothing was missing, Philip began his question: "Name."

"Emlyn White."

"Why are you in the hospital?"

"I, I need to steal a bottle of blood to drink." Emlyn's expression relaxed a little, with regret and resentment intertwined. Although it was not obvious, Philip, who was in the "spectator" state, could easily feel it.

So that's how it is. It's really unlucky to run into the Rose School. As he thought this in his heart, he asked a more crucial question: "Besides stealing blood from the hospital's blood bank, do you have any other sources to drink blood? And have you done anything evil?"

Emlyn's expression calmed down, and there was even a hint of pride in his tone: "I am the most famous internal medicine physician in Riverbend Avenue. Every time I use the extraordinary potion made by my extraordinary ability to treat a patient, I will recommend bloodletting as a follow-up treatment."

"Noble vampires never do evil."

Hiss, how can you be a good person? Philip inevitably felt a little regretful in his heart, but after all, the result of "mind reading" was here, and he couldn't cover his ears and say it was fake.

But it was a bit troublesome to figure out how to deal with it now. If he let it go, whether what happened tonight was revealed to other vampires or to official extraordinary people, it was not the result Philip wanted to see.

Hmm. Philip touched his chin, and after a moment, a sudden flash of inspiration came to his stagnant mind. The light in his sapphire eyes flickered under the candlelight. He turned his head and immediately asked:
"Emlyn White, tell me, what is the most important and precious thing to you?"

“The most precious thing.”

Emlyn, still half awake, repeated these words, then grinned and chuckled. His once handsome face now revealed a hint of nerdishness. "Lily, Alice, Tina, Angelica."

"Stop!" After nearly ten women's names were announced, Philip, who was about to endure it, immediately interrupted silently, "Who are they? Your fiancée or ambiguous partner?"

If the vampire in front of him really did that kind of thing, although the crime was not punishable by death, Philip would not mind calling all the people he mentioned and having them sit down and carefully count each other's sins.

Unfortunately, the reality was far beyond his expectations.

A puppet, at least £6000 invested in it so far. Haha. Philip was almost unable to maintain his "spectator" state, but he didn't even know what expression he should make at this moment. His chest rose and fell, and he laughed silently.

After calming down, Philip took a breath and looked at Emlyn White, who was still semi-conscious. He suddenly had an idea to test whether his approach was feasible.

He leaned close to the other person's ear and whispered softly and gently, "Emlyn White, the doll in your room is missing. Who do you think did it?"

The vampire who was originally sitting on the ground suddenly trembled violently, his lifeless eyes rolled back, and after a very brief look, he regained his focus, began to turn red, and his mouth slowly opened, as if he was about to release something.

"appease"!
Emlyn's movements subsided again.

Philip yawned with his hand covering his mouth. After taking off the "Eye of the Heart", he rubbed his eyes with his hands, looked at the candlelight that was already a little blurred in his vision, and the face of the vampire in front of him, and sighed slowly.

"Be glad that you are a good person."

The morning sunlight shone on Emlyn White's face, waking him from his indulgent and comfortable sleep. It caressed his aching body and his still slightly throbbing heart, and his mind was suddenly filled with doubts.

He temporarily shook off this feeling and subconsciously scanned the room as usual, ready to seek his own spiritual comfort.

However.
"dog*!"

Emlyn's eyes widened, and he jumped out of bed at the fastest speed in his life. He fumbled on the floor with his hands as if he was crazy, and slapped himself twice, as if to confirm that this was an illusion.

The violent noise soon spread to the next door.

Click.

The man, who resembled Emlyn White to some extent, pushed open the door. Seeing his son in this state, the usual smile on his face disappeared. Instead, he frowned slightly and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

"Doll!"

At this moment, Emlyn, who was kneeling on the ground, ignored his father's unauthorized entry into his room and shouted with red eyes, "My doll is gone!"

Mr. White looked around the room, his expression suddenly becoming serious. "To tell you the truth, Emlyn, we didn't even know you were back last night."

Seeing that his son was not in good condition, he was also thinking anxiously. Suddenly, he glanced at the envelope on the bedside table and reminded him, "You'd better open that letter and take a look."

After his father's reminder and the passage of time, Emlyn finally regained his sanity. He immediately ran to the bedside, picked up the envelope on the cabinet, and after trying several times with trembling hands without success, he simply tore off the outer layer of paper with force.

The letter was written in slightly distorted handwriting:

"Mr. Emlyn White, I understand how you feel right now, and I hope you understand my difficulties."

"I didn't mean to hurt you last night, but letting you go like this would be too risky. After much thought, I had no choice but to resort to this method. By controlling your favorite puppet, I can prevent you from leaking any information."

(End of this chapter)