Mystery: Starting from the Shadow World

Chapter 80 Using a Doll to Control White

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

"My relationship with Him is closer than that with His Beloved," Philip said after a moment's consideration, uttering these words that were half true and half false.

Even if the truth were told to the two people in front of them, they wouldn't be able to offer much practical help, and it might even have a negative impact.

"Even more than those who are favored." Sharon murmured almost silently, her eyes slightly lowered.

She then pursed her lips and hesitated for a moment, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she nodded slightly and said:

"I'll leave this vampire to you. Marich and I need to handle the aftermath and create the illusion that they've escaped Backlund. We need to prepare carefully to fool them."

Well, actually, you might be safer if you stay away from Backlund, since I'll be the one drawing their fire. Philip thought to himself with a touch of self-mockery as he watched the two of them leave before finally turning his gaze to the unconscious vampire on the bed.

To be honest, he was quite envious. After all, adult vampires are not only Sequence 7 powerhouses, but also long-lived species with a lifespan of up to 300 years. If he could find a good seller, he could definitely make a fortune.

I hope this guy is a bad person.

With a slightly unethical thought in mind, Philip quickly used his "Mind's Eye" ability to wake the vampire in front of him into a dazed state. Then, using candles and hydrosols as a medium, he made the "mind-reading" state more stable.

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

Emlyn White.

Why are you at the hospital?

"I... I need to steal the blood vials to drink." Emlyn's expression softened slightly, a mixture of regret and resentment, subtle yet easily noticed by Philip, who was in "spectator" mode.

That's how it is. What bad luck to run into the Rose School like this. As he thought this, he then asked an even more crucial question: "Besides stealing from the hospital's blood bank, do you usually get the blood you drink from other sources? And have you done anything evil?"

Emlyn's expression calmed down, and his tone even carried a hint of pride: "I am the most famous internist on River Bend Avenue. Every time I cure a patient with an extraordinary medicine made using my extraordinary abilities, I will suggest bloodletting therapy as a follow-up."

"Noble vampires never do bad things."

"Hiss, how come you're such a good person?" Philip couldn't help but feel a little regretful, but now that the results of the "mind reading" were out there, he couldn't just cover his ears and say it was fake.

The problem is how to handle this now. If they let him go, whether the events of tonight are revealed to other vampires or to the official Extraordinary Ones, it's not the outcome Philip wants.

Hmm. Philip stroked his chin, and after a moment, a flash of inspiration struck his stagnant mind. His sapphire blue eyes gleamed in the candlelight, and he turned to ask immediately:

"Emlyn White, tell me, what is the most important and cherished thing to you?"

"The things I cherish most."

In a semi-conscious state, Emlyn repeated the words, then grinned, his once handsome face now revealing a hint of nerdy charm. "Lily, Alice, Tina, Angelica."

"Stop!" Philip, who had been holding back, interrupted abruptly after nearly ten women's names were announced. "Who are they? Your fiancée or someone you're dating?"

If this vampire really did such a thing, although it wouldn't warrant death, Philip wouldn't mind calling all the people he mentioned over so everyone could sit down and recount their crimes.

Unfortunately, the reality far exceeded his expectations.

The puppets have cost at least £6000 so far, hehehe. Philip almost lost his composure as an "audience member," but he didn't even know what expression he should be wearing at this moment.

His chest heaved as he gave a silent, dry laugh.

Once he calmed down, Philip took a breath and looked at Emlyn White, who was still in a semi-conscious state, and suddenly had the idea of ​​testing whether his approach was feasible.

He leaned close to the other man's ear and whispered softly, "Emlyn White, who do you think went missing from your room?"

The vampire, who had been sitting blankly on the ground, suddenly trembled violently. His lifeless eyes rolled back, then regained focus after a very brief moment, turning blood red. His mouth slowly opened wide, as if to release something.

"appease"!

Emlin's actions subsided again.

Philip covered his mouth and yawned. After removing the "Eye of the Mind," he rubbed his eyes with his hands, looked at the somewhat blurry candlelight in his vision, and at the face of the vampire in front of him, and slowly sighed.

"Be glad you're a good person."

The morning sunlight fell on Emlyn White's face, waking him from his indulgent and comfortable sleep. Touching his aching body and his still slightly throbbing heart, his mind was immediately filled with doubt.

He temporarily pulled himself out of that feeling and, as usual, subconsciously scanned the room, preparing to seek his own spiritual solace.

However.

"dog*!"

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

Emlyn's eyes widened, and with the fastest speed he had ever seen, he rolled out of bed. As if he had gone mad, he groped around on the floor with both hands, then slapped himself twice, as if trying to confirm that it was a hallucination.

The commotion quickly reached the neighbors next door.

Click.

A man who bore a striking resemblance to Emlyn White pushed open the door. Seeing his son's state, his usual gentle smile vanished, replaced by a slight frown. He asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

"A doll!"

At that moment, Emlyn, kneeling on the ground, ignored his father's unauthorized entry into his room and cried out with bloodshot eyes, "My doll is gone!"

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

Seeing that his son wasn't doing well, he was also anxiously thinking. Suddenly, he noticed the envelope on the bedside table and said, "You'd better open that letter and take a look."

After his father's reminder and with some time to recover, Emlyn finally regained some semblance of rationality. He immediately rushed to the bedside, picked up the envelope from the cabinet, and after several unsuccessful attempts with trembling hands, he forcefully tore off the outer layer of paper.

The letter contained slightly distorted handwriting:

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

"I didn't want to hurt you last night, but letting you go like that would be too risky. After thinking it over, I finally had to take this approach: to control your favorite doll so that you won't reveal any information."

(End of this chapter)