Marvel Celestial Master

The next morning.

Boston, Hancock Building.

In a safe house affiliated with SHIELD.

Rorschach walked out of the bathroom with her hair loose and wrapped in a white bathrobe.

Under the warm yellow light, crystal water droplets dripped down the ends of her hair and fell on the carpet.

When I opened the curtains, there was already some sunshine outside, but it still couldn't stop the slight chill in Boston in March.

Luo Xia rubbed his cheeks, used his magic power to evaporate the water mist on his body.

With a snap of her fingers, a jade bun came out of the air, tying her long hair back.

Go to the bookshelf in the corner and pull out one of the empty ancient books.

The bookshelf slowly opened to both sides, revealing a hidden room.

An old-fashioned computer is placed in the center of the room, and the walls are covered with various guns.

Rorschach slowly sat down in front of the bulky old computer.

The screen was illuminated by fluorescent light, and in the center was an eagle logo composed of geometric shapes.

Under the logo, the light blue progress bar slowly advanced, moving as slowly as a green-haired bastard with a broken leg.

"Snapped"

Rorschach gently opened the metal lighter shell, lit a flue-cured cigarette, leaned on the leather chair and waited.

What the computer is receiving is vampire information that SHIELD has investigated and integrated overnight.

Vampires are very hidden. Apart from being unable to move in the sun and having slightly sharp fangs, their appearance is not very different from normal humans.

Moreover, pure-blood vampires have long lifespans, and most of them have certain wealth and social status.

This created great resistance to the investigation, so it was only now that S.H.I.E.L.D. had integrated all the information.

"Hiss~" Rorschach inhaled the last puff of cigarette into his lungs, and then inserted the cigarette butt into the ashtray.

The progress bar on the screen has finally finished loading, and the case information is densely arranged on the computer, with as many as seventy or eighty pages.

Looking at the dense information, Luo Xia rubbed his forehead with a wry smile on his face.

"This guy Colson, every time he gives me case information, it's like Wang Erniang's foot wrap - smelly and long."

According to what we know about the plot, Dickon Faith is the leader of the hybrid vampires.

He wants to resurrect the ancestor Dracula and gain power beyond Dracula, and he wants to achieve this ultimate goal.

There is a roadblock in front of us, which is the Council of Elders belonging to pure-blood vampires!

The pure-blood parliament, which stands at the top of power, will not allow a more powerful vampire to override them.

If the inference is correct, for the time being, Emily is still in no danger...

Rorschach sighed, suppressed the anxiety in his heart, and patiently looked down line by line.

After several ten minutes, the case information on the screen finally turned to the last page.

Sitting on the leather chair, Rorschach gently rubbed his chin, looking thoughtful.

There are not many useful clues in the information provided by S.H.I.E.L.D., and most of them are specious and cannot be determined.

For the time being, there are only two clues that can be determined to be related to vampires based on comparison of plot information.

Click the mouse lightly, mark these two clues in the information, check them repeatedly, and think quickly.

"The malpractice case at Massachusetts General Hospital in Boston...the missing homeless people case in Boston's East End..." Rorschach muttered to himself.

Is there anything in common between these two cases?Why did Dickon Faith jump out of the shadows and commit these crimes?

Could it be that after they caught Emily, the plot changed in some unknown way...

No, it’s not necessarily all done by Dicken Faith, it still needs to be confirmed through on-site investigation!

Rorschach stood up, took off his bathrobe, took out a casual suit from the closet and put it on.

After thinking for a moment, he took a USP semi-automatic pistol from the wall in the secret room, put it on his waist, and walked out of the safe house.

In fact, Rorschach's marksmanship is terrible, but firearms can always bring higher intimidation to ordinary people.

Now, he wants to talk to the president of Massachusetts General Hospital in Boston. He believes that this old man, who is well-known in the medical field, will answer his questions.

Take the elevator to the streets of Boston.

"Go to Massachusetts General Hospital, drive faster." Rorschach stopped a taxi and sat in the passenger seat.

It's not that he can't use spells to fly over, but the vampires should have discovered his existence.

It would be too stupid to rashly expose one's position without knowing the enemy's strength for the time being.

"No, you'll be fined for speeding." The driver nonchalantly turned down the odometer, stretched his right hand out of the car window and flicked the cigarette ashes.

Rorschach smiled and took out a wad of dollars from his wallet, which looked like a few thousand dollars: "If you arrive within 10 minutes, it will be five hundred dollars. If you arrive within 5 minutes, these are all yours."

The driver looked at him blankly, then his fat face twitched, and he threw the cigarette butt out of the window.

"Fasten your seat belt sir, I promise you will be there within 5 minutes!"

Then, the yellow taxi sped away into the distance like a sharp arrow.

The taxi weaves back and forth in the traffic, the accelerator roars, and the speed is always maintained at 80 miles per hour.

The car sped away, passing through a puddle of water, and the splash wet an old man with sunglasses and white hair in the newsstand next to him.

"Fake! I hope you get hit and killed tomorrow!" the old man shouted at the taxi, raising his middle finger.

In just a few minutes, the taxi arrived at the entrance of Massachusetts General Hospital from the East Side.

Rorschach slapped the dollar bills in front of the windshield, slowly got out of the taxi, and walked toward the inside of the hospital.

Massachusetts Hospital is indeed a world-famous hospital, with people coming and going, and the parking lot is filled with luxury cars.

Rorschach scanned around and saw almost no vehicles worth less than 30 US dollars.

The rich always cherish their lives. If you have money, you can enjoy the best medical technology and extend your life under the premise of high quality of life.

Oh, there is only one disease in this world - the disease of poverty!

Stepping into the hospital, the environment is clean, the facilities are complete, and the air is filled with the smell of freshener.

Looking around, Rorschach suddenly thought of the small clinic he saw in Afghanistan during a certain transaction with SHIELD.

The dilapidated and dirty corridors were filled with dying patients. The air was filthy, and the dead air was mixed with the smell of excrement.

People who were seriously ill huddled on the dirty ground, and their muffled moans could not be heard.

When Rorschach walked through the corridor, everyone stared at him in silence with their eyes wide open, with only numbness on their sallow faces.

Now is not the time to think about this...he told himself in his mind.

"Where is the dean's office?" Luo Xia walked to the service desk and asked.

The nurse inside raised her head and showed a professional and sweet smile: "Do you have an appointment?"

Rorschach shook his head and took out a certificate from his pocket. The blood on it had been wiped dry, but it was still stained with a dark red color.

"Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Bureau, please cooperate with my investigation." Rorschach said seriously.

There was a trace of surprise on the nurse's face, but she quickly calmed down: "On the seventh floor, get off the elevator and turn left, the one at the end."

Rorschach nodded, put away his ID, turned and left.

After he left, the nurse quietly pressed a button in the drawer.

The moment the button clicked back, countless pairs of eyes hidden in the darkness opened at the same time in the shadows, staring silently at Rorschach's figure.