Chapter 535: Marvel: Awakening the Little Universe at the Start, Chapter 287

A play for the vampires to watch.

After all, Helen "died."

Although Helen didn't die, she died again. At least in the eyes of the vampires, Helen was dead. George wanted to catch this group of vampires hiding in the dark, and since he couldn't flip the table like Hawk, he could only cooperate in acting out this play.

But George and Gwen knew this was acting.

But Howard and Simon didn't know.

So...

The two little ones were really crying.

The kind that was heart-wrenching and heartbroken.

Hawk, standing in the morgue, looked at Howard and Simon, who were being pulled by George and Gwen to prevent them from seeing their mother's remains, crying even more heart-wrenchingly, lowered his eyes slightly, trying hard not to laugh out loud.

Especially at the funeral a week later.

Hawk even bought himself a pair of sunglasses, put them on to cover his eyes, and sank his inner voice into the Little Universe, thereby maintaining an expression without any emotion, looking expressionlessly at the new tombstone in front of him.

The name on the tombstone was very clear.

Helen Stacy.

The grave dug behind the tombstone, symbolizing Helen Stacy's coffin, was slowly being buried.

George hugged Howard, who was crying loudly again, his expression sad.

Gwen was also pulling Simon, who was trying to run toward the coffin, her expression equally sad.

As a professional detective, because he had to scare the suspects, George's acting had always been online, leaving no room for criticism.

Gwen was very beautiful.

Zhang Wuji's mother once said, the more beautiful a woman is, the better she can deceive people.

So...

Gwen's acting was also impeccable.

Howard and Simon were completely kept in the dark, their emotions flowing. These days, the two little ones' throats were almost hoarse from crying.

So whether George could rely on acting out this play to fish out the vampires behind the scenes, Hawk didn't know.

But Hawk was very sure of one thing.

After things ended, George and Gwen would have a hard time.

But Gwen still had some options.

Because she could wait until things ended, not go to the apartment, but stay obediently at 521A Palm Street and wait for the limelight to pass before returning to her parents' home.

But George couldn't. After this matter passed, he would probably be sleeping on the sofa for at least a month or three months.

Hawk looked at the dirt being pushed into the grave, looked at the father and daughter who were acting over there, and felt a bit of schadenfreude in his heart as he looked at George, who was also wearing sunglasses but couldn't hide his sadness, with a ring on his finger.

The ring on George's finger was not the daylight ring he had previously asked Katherine to send.

But it was also a daylight ring.

This appeared on George's bedside table when they returned to the hospital room from the morgue that day, along with a phone and a note.

The note wrote about the efficacy of the daylight ring and the function of that phone.

But it hadn't rung all these days.

Until now.

Just as "Helen's" coffin was buried, George felt the phone vibrating in his pocket, a flash of anger on his face, then handed Howard to Gwen, and walked to the side to answer the phone.

Katherine, who also came to attend this funeral as a guest, walked to Hawk's side.

"Sir, do you need me to catch that vampire?"

"No."

Hawk shook his head: "They like acting, let them act. We'll just watch."

Katherine nodded and stopped speaking.

Hawk's eyes, through the sunglasses, looked outside the cemetery, at the black-clad person in black who was standing on a rooftop that could overlook everything in the cemetery, also holding a phone.

His sixth sense was released, and he heard the voice of the person in black on the phone, and George's voice coming from the other end of the phone, with extreme clarity.

"Captain Stacy, my condolences."

"Culprit!"

"Very soon, Captain Stacy, the culprit will soon come to you to surrender. Oh, right, Captain Stacy, becoming one of us, have you felt that extraordinary power?"

"..."

George didn't speak.

But...

He did feel it.

Whether it was his strength, his speed, or even his physique, they were all skyrocketing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

There was just one thing that wasn't good.

He had to drink blood.

The vampire standing on the rooftop had a somewhat twisted smile: "But Captain Stacy, your appetite is very big. Usually, a newborn vampire only needs to drink one bag of blood a day, but you, in this week, you have bought quite a few blood bags."

In the Federation society, everything can be bought and sold.

Blood can also be bought, clearly marked with a price. As long as you are willing to pay, buying a truckload of blood and taking it back to water flowers is also fine.

George was expressionless.

"Isn't this what you want to see?"

"Yes, that's right."

The vampire on the rooftop nodded without denial, then changed the subject: "But only drinking blood bags is not good, those are frozen fresh blood. Captain Stacy, you should try fresh ones. Believe me, you will like it."

Saying this.

The vampire took the phone away from his ear, edited a text message, and sent it over.

George looked at the text message that was sent in.

Clicked it open.

He frowned.

"Hudson Meat Packing Plant..."

"Yes."

The vampire on the rooftop said with a brilliant smile: "Captain Stacy, at eleven o'clock tonight, you go there, tell the gatekeeper that you were invited by Cole. I have arranged a gift for you. After you accept it, I think we can meet."

George frowned: "What gift, what do you want to do?"

The vampire on the rooftop had a mysterious smile: "A meeting gift, you will like it, I guarantee, Captain Stacy. After all, if you don't like our meeting gift, then our meeting might really be indefinitely far away. Your friend Ben, I'm afraid, won't be able to come back either. Eleven o'clock tonight, Captain Stacy!"

Having said that.

The vampire on the rooftop hung up the phone, then turned, leaped, and with a "whoosh," disappeared from the rooftop.

George, who was on the phone not far away, frowned.

Hudson Meat Packing Plant.

Hawk also raised an eyebrow and looked at Katherine beside him.

Katherine understood.

"This is a carnival stronghold for New York vampires, a place where some newborn vampires gather to enjoy parties and blood."

"Like the Blood Apocalypse, is it also that Deacon Frost's?"

"Yes."

"..." ===== CHAPTER 537 =====