1982: Small Town Bloodline Records

The world has turned into purgatory, and evil spirits devour the flesh and blood of innocent people.

From the moment he left the classroom, Carl knew he was being watched.

He walked quickly through the lounge, wanting to go to a place with a lot of people - maybe the faculty lounge is good - at least that way Ronald and the others would restrain themselves a bit.

Through the glass door, he quietly observed the movement of the people behind him, and quietly quickened his pace.When passing the bathroom, he heard rapid and heavy footsteps behind him, and then a fat and greasy palm covered his mouth from behind, and dragged him into the innermost compartment of the men's toilet.The back of his head hit the wall, and it hurt like hell, but he didn't have time to rub the pain to make himself feel better, because Ronald had already walked in and locked the deadbolt door behind him.

"Morrison, you have been hiding from us for so long, and you finally fell into our hands." The small cubicle is very crowded just to accommodate Rooney alone, let alone Carl and Ronald.

Fern wasn't there.It seems that the friendship between them is not so strong-Carl lowered his head and sneered, Fern was as stupid as a pig, maybe Ronald thought he was in the way.

But his head really hurts, I don't know if it's an illusion, he feels like vomiting.

Ronald was so slender that his face was full of complacency. He squeezed beside Carl and said gloatingly, "I've already asked. The Croft family boy is not at school today. You can only let us handle it now."

Rooney lifted Carl up with one hand. "You hear that, Morrison? You're nothing without Todd Croft's protection."

Carl leaned against the cold tiles, and Rooney in front of him seemed to split into two shaking shadows, which couldn't be reunited no matter what.

"What do you want to know?"

He was shaking so hard that Carl tried closing his eyes to relieve the symptoms.

"Where's the treasure of the Wilbert family? Tell me, or I'll beat you to death!" Ronald yelled impatiently, "You bastard, don't try to keep it to yourself!"

Carl paled.He was really uncomfortable, and the concussion-related symptoms he had read in the health manual echoed in his mind, "Get out..." Before he finished speaking, the food he ate in the morning left his stomach and landed on Rooney coat, shoes, and even the chin.

Rooney immediately shook him off in disgust, "You son of a bitch!"

The sour smell was everywhere, and Rooney and Ronald turned green.

Carl tried not to choke, "You fat pig." He glanced at Ronald's face, "Jumphead."

A huge fist hit his face, and Carl thought a little dullly, this doesn't hurt, this doesn't hurt at all, but in the next second, a dull pain that almost drove people crazy came out from every corner.

He arched his body, touched something sticky with his hand suddenly, and opened his eyes to find it was dazzling red.

Is it a nosebleed?He found that the bright red liquid flowed more and more, and finally dripped from between his fingers to the floor.

The vomit was mixed with blood, and it looked like a murder had just happened in the small space.

Am I going to die here?Carl thought vaguely.

Physical pain and spiritual despair tormented him at the same time.

Maybe they're right, I can't do anything without Todd's protection.

He stretched out his hand and groped in vain, but found nothing.Todd went to the hospital where he had to be treated or he would die.

—kill them.

Suddenly, he heard someone whispering in his ear.

"Who?" He flinched in shock.

—kill them.

The dim incandescent lamp above his head was shaking, and Karl opened his eyes and found that his shadow was stirring.

Strange but familiar power is gushing out from that broken hole little by little.

—kill them.

Ronald winked at Rooney, and Rooney pulled Carl over, "Are you playing tricks? I warn you, if you don't tell us the whereabouts of the treasure, I will never let you leave here!"

The terrible impulse subsided.

Carl opened his eyes.

If the light in the bathroom wasn't too dim, Rooney would have been able to see that his pupils had completely diffused, and the light grayish-blue converged into a dark blue-black.

"The basement." Carl raised his hand and wiped the blood gushing from his nose, and this action made his face covered with blood, making him even more frightening, "The treasure of the Wilbert family is in the basement, believe it or not .”

"You're not fooling us, are you?" Ronald stared at him suspiciously.

After all, they had tortured him so many times before and he gritted his teeth and refused to speak.

Carl smiled slightly, with an indescribable sarcasm, "Won't you go and see for yourself? After all, I came back alive."

After getting what he wanted, Ronald motioned for Rooney to throw Carl into a corner like a pile of rubbish, and hurried away.

After confirming that they could no longer hear their footsteps, Carl stood up staggeringly, turned on the tap, and washed the dried blood off his face.

The boy in the mirror had messy black hair, his face was as pale as paper, and his pupils were very dilated, as if staring into a dark abyss after a long time.

What is wrong with me?He poured another handful of cold water on his face, forcing himself to calm down a little more.When he was with Ronald and the others, he had an intuition that something extremely terrifying was about to break through the confinement—but what exactly was it?Am I not an ordinary person, but one of those superheroes in the comics with superpowers?The corners of his mouth curled up and froze into a sarcastic smile.How can it be.Heroes are brave and fearless, never backing down even in the face of evil, but I'm just a coward who needs protection from Todd and Edgar.

The class bell rang, and he just washed off the last bit of blood, and staggered towards the classroom.

It was math class again, and he could hear Mr. Yates's staccato voice outside the door.

He knocked on the door and pushed open the classroom door, "Sorry Mr. Yates, I'm late."

The eyes of the whole class were focused on him, and he had no time to care about it, because he was already so dizzy that he might fall down at any time.

Although Mr. Yates is old-fashioned, he is not bad. Seeing his miserable appearance, his light bulb-like eyes widened, "Little Mr. Morrison, I think you need to go to the infirmary." He said Put down the triangular ruler in your hand, "Gentlemen and ladies, please study quietly for a while, and I will go out with your classmates."

Carl gratefully squeezed Mr. Yates's dry, rough, chalky hand, and carefully put some of his weight on the other's shoulder.

"Thank you, sir."

In order to match his pace, Mr. Yates slowed down, "It's nothing, Mr. Morrison, save some energy and go talk to the ladies in the infirmary."

He swears that when he recovers, he will study mathematics well and will never read some meaningless miscellaneous books in his class again.

The lady in the infirmary took a quick look and was sure he had a mild concussion.

"I'm going to call the hospital to make an appointment. Until then, let the poor boy rest in the infirmary. If he doesn't get better, call the emergency department."

Listening to her talk to Mr. Yates, Carl's stomach churned again.He felt like throwing up, but there was nothing left in his empty stomach.

"I'll call your family to pick you up, and sleep before then." Mr. Yates touched his head lovingly, "I'm leaving first, I wish you a sweet dream, little Morrie Mr Sen."

Mr. Yates and the lady in the infirmary both left, leaving him to toss and turn in the ward.

There was a dull pain in the back of his head and a severe heartburn in his stomach.The air was filled with the faint scent of fresheners, the bed was warm and the blankets were soft, but for no reason, he was somewhat reminded of the hard sofa in No. 39.

Edgar Fogelsand, he said the name of the blond vampire to himself.

What happened that night a few days ago is still vivid.Edgar almost killed him, Edgar warned him not to believe in vampires, Edgar...Even though Edgar had already done this, he still couldn't be afraid of Edgar.

Could this be a side effect of being sucked blood?If so, then he must be careful not to allow other vampires to suck his own blood.

Concussion patients should get plenty of rest.He closed his eyes tentatively, pain, anger, and hatred burning in his veins, which have not completely cooled down yet.

Will Ronald and Rooney be at the estate?Yes, definitely will, that drug addict Ronald can't let go of such an opportunity to make a fortune.His eyelids were glued and once closed they couldn't be opened.

He had the strange dream about the stone corridor again.

A cold magic flame burned in the brass oil lamp in the shape of a monster's head, and the wind came out from the depths of the corridor, carrying a faint smell of blood.

The wailing and mourning echoed everywhere, the pain was like the soul being squeezed out, making the listeners shudder.He was still that thin child, walking in the long and winding corridors with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and he didn't know when he fell down.

This time he bumped into the heavy door.Something behind the door was calling to him, longing for him.He knew he should feel fear, fear, anything but joy.

He was so looking forward to meeting the creature behind the door.

……

Karl opened his eyes and found that it was already dark outside, and his back was covered with cold sweat.

His mother was sitting on the head of the bed, her eyes were red, staring at him worriedly.

"Are you going to the hospital?" She put a warm hand on his forehead, "You have been calling a man named Edgar, who is he, is he the bad guy who hurt you?"

"..." He opened his mouth, but what he spoke was not a human language. He calmed down and said again, "Mom, I'm fine, I'm fine now."

A faint smile emerged from the corner of his mouth, "No, Edgar never hurt me."

At the same time, Todd Croft was lying on a hospital bed in the Brodika Town Hospital ward.

There was an old show on TV, he had watched it many times, but he was really not interested in watching it again, so he called the nurse to turn it off.

Accompanying him was his mother.By now she had fallen asleep leaning against the chair by the bed, and he was flicking through the Goosebumps comic book in front of him with one hand—it was a gift from his best friend Carl, and he had read it over and over again. I still like it very much-used to pass the boring hours.Thinking that he didn't go to school today, he sincerely hoped that Carl could run faster, so that the two bastards Ronald and Rooney wouldn't be caught, and he would deal with the rest when he returned to school.

The dark red liquid flowed into his veins little by little, and he was inexplicably tired. He threw the comic book aside, leaned against the pillow, and gradually closed his eyes.

He was diagnosed with thalassemia minor at a very young age.This is a very troublesome genetic disease. Generally speaking, many patients will not live to be adults. Fortunately, his degree is not deep, otherwise he can't imagine how desperate his parents must be.His mother had difficulty getting pregnant again due to physical reasons, and his father had sworn to his grandfather that he would never let her be sad. Over the years, they tried every means to prolong his life.In addition to taking medicine, he had to go to the hospital for blood transfusions on a regular basis, otherwise he would die of anemia, but the sequelae of blood transfusions destroyed many things in his body.

He still remembers being a bright boy when he was a child, and now adding, subtracting, multiplying and dividing more than two digits would make him feel irritable.At least he was alive, and for that alone he should thank God.

Half asleep, half awake, he realized that someone pushed the door open but didn't come in.

The nurse had just come in, so there was absolutely no way it was a nurse.Todd thought of when he was young, his parents used to stand outside his door every night, watching him quietly, for fear that he would return to the embrace of God before they knew it.

He quickly opened his eyes and glanced at it, and was relieved to find that it was someone he knew.

"Mr. Willard?" he called softly. "What business are you here for?"

Hanger Willard, Daisy Willard's father, thought he needed to be on good terms with the beloved doctor.A happy smile involuntarily appeared on his face.

Daisy, his Daisy, she is so beautiful, so cute... He calmed down, "Mr. Willard, what do you want to do here?"

Hangel Willard took a step back when he shouted, his face was ugly as if he had seen a ghost, "Todd Croft? Why are you here?"

Todd felt very strange about this. Even if his relationship with Daisy was exposed, Mr. Willard shouldn't have reacted like this, "It's me, I have hereditary anemia in my family, don't you know?"

"Yeah, I know... I should have known..." Hangel Willard said in a gloomy tone, his eyes resting on the blood flowing in the needle, "Seeing that my daughter knows you For the sake of this, let me warn you one last time, it is really unlucky for you to come here, be careful to lose your life here."

Just as Todd was about to say something, a shrill female voice intervened between them, "Mr. Willard, my husband and I have always respected you as a true gentleman, but listen to what you have said. My son apologizes, now!"

Todd stared at his mother with a nervous face, "Okay, Mom, it's okay, maybe I said something to make Mr. Willard unhappy..."

"Sorry, please forgive my rudeness." Hangel Willard nodded to her, "Some bad things happened in my family recently, which caused me to be very upset. I didn't mean to say this talk."

After speaking, he turned and left, leaving the Croft mother and son in the ward.

"Darling," murmured Mrs. Croft, reaching out to touch his pale cheek, "I had a terrible nightmare. I dreamed that I was going to lose you."

"No mom," Todd said, holding hers with his non-infused hand. "There won't be a day like that. I'll always be with you and Dad."

The dark red blood flowed into his veins little by little, bringing him new vitality—none of them saw that the blood was mixed with a malicious black thread, and it burrowed into his body like a snake.

She brought his hand to her lips and kissed, "May God bless you, may God bless you, my dear child."

Todd grew sleepy, and slowly closed his eyes.In the dream, there is no incurable disease, no weak body, only inexhaustible strength.

This is Todd Croft's last dream as a human being, a beautiful dream, and he doesn't even want to wake up.

As the sun sets, the temperature on the surface of the earth drops rapidly, and the cold becomes the master of the earth again.

All the way home, Carl's heart was beating really fast, like something terribly bad was about to happen.

A large dark brown cloud at the end of the sky heralds the arrival of heavy snow, and mother holds his hand sadly, reciting chapters in the "Bible New Testament".His head was still dizzy, and there was a huge bump where he was hit, and it hurt badly when touched, but in order to make her stop worrying, he had to act like I was fine.

Her voice choked up, "Who did it? Who beat you like this?"

"It's Ronald and Rooney," Carl whispered. "It's okay mom, they'll pay for their greed...it's okay."

The Wellbert Manor in the dark is a lair of evil, and any ordinary person who dares to break in will be torn to pieces by the dark creatures lurking in the dark.

Karl thought he would have a little guilt or a bad conscience, but he didn't, as if at some point, all the pity and charity in his heart disappeared, leaving only endless hatred.

Dinner at the Morrisons' house tonight consisted of lots and lots of frozen meals: Carl's dad had just returned from work, and his mom was too distraught to be in the mood to cook.Carl's dinner was brought to the bed by his mother himself. He stared at the soup and greasy mashed potatoes floating with frozen vegetable leaves, not only lost his appetite, but also felt nauseous.As a matter of fact he did, throwing up as soon as he pushed Mrs Morrison away—his stomach was empty and there was only a little juice and bile left.

She screamed, the soles of her shoes slapping the floor, "Warren, Warren, get your car out! Carl needs to go to the hospital!"

Mr. Morrison came in and took a look.He was a bald man in his early 40s, and he couldn't see the handsomeness in the wedding photo. He pressed his anxious wife on the bench, turned around and dialed the phone.

"I'm Warren Morrison. My child has been injured. We suspect a concussion. He is very well and needs to go to the emergency department..."

Perhaps the medical team on the other end of the phone was still trying to convince him that the concussion was nothing more than two days of bed rest, so he raised his voice, "My child is dying, but the government can't let him get the medical treatment he deserves! He Vomiting and dizzy all the time, the situation has not improved but worsened, you are still pushing around here, are you trying to kill him!"

The person on the other end of the phone said something else, Mr. Morrison's face brightened a little, and he hung up the phone, "Honey, see if Carl can get out of bed by himself, if not, wait until I get the car out and come back Help you guys. We're going to the hospital now." He picked up the key on the table and hurried out of the house.

Mrs. Morrison regained her composure and went back to Carl's room, using a hot towel to wipe off the stains on his face over and over again, "It's okay baby, we'll go to the hospital right away, you'll be fine, so don't be afraid."

Karl barely lifted his eyelids to glance at her and then closed them.Did she cry?She seemed to be really crying, which made his heart feel as if it was pinched.

"I'm sorry, but honey, can you get up by yourself?"

He nodded lightly, "I... I can." He grabbed his mother's thin shoulders, overcame the world's upside-down rotation, moved and sat up and got out of bed.The moment his toes touched the floor, he almost fell forward, but fortunately Mrs. Morrison grabbed his hand firmly.They went down the stairs step by step with difficulty. When they passed the full-length mirror in the living room, Karl caught a glimpse of a large black shadow behind the person in the mirror, but when he looked again, there was nothing there.It's hallucinations, he gasps, he's so bad he's hallucinating, it's unfortunate.

As the first snowflakes fell, Carl lay flat in the back seat of his father's second-hand car, bumping toward the hospital.

"God bless you."

The usually empty emergency room of the hospital was abnormally crowded with people, and Carl sat in a corner, waiting for his turn to go in.

Suddenly someone pushed him, and he almost hit the wall behind him because his hands and feet were weak. When he finally stabilized his body and looked up at the rude guy, his breathing stopped.

A few nights ago, when Edgar told him about the process of the vampire's first embrace and the creation of that monster, he listened very carefully and memorized every word in his mind, so the panic and despair in his heart at this moment finally came to an end. reached its peak.

"You...what's wrong with you?" He stared blankly at the middle-aged woman, watching her canine teeth grow at a speed visible to the naked eye, "You...can you still understand what I'm saying?"

"..." She opened her mouth and let out a howl that could never belong to humans.

Carl looked around and found that there were patients who had become like this everywhere, and they stood up unsteadily and wanted to go somewhere else.

Where did his parents go?Just as he was thinking like this, Mr. Morrison rushed over, "Carl, did you see your mother? Get out of this place, there are such guys everywhere, I can't understand anything, there was a man just now Throat slit in front of me... Carl, come on my back, let's find Mom and get out of this place!"

Carl suddenly woke up from his yelling.

Todd came back to the hospital this afternoon for treatment, is he gone now?

If he hadn't left, what would he have done...?

The moon hid behind the dark clouds, and flocculent snowflakes fluttered down one after another, and soon accumulated a thin layer on the ground.

This heavy snow, which symbolizes the harsh winter, will last for several days until the desolate town is completely stained with its own color.In this season, it is the master here, it can bury all the blood that flows, and drown all the sins in the shadows.

Edgar walked in the shadows. He had been following that guy for a while, but that guy was very cunning and always hid elsewhere before he found him.

What he didn't tell Karl was that the reason why he appeared outside Willard's house that day was not only because of the vampire behind the wall, but also because he felt the breath of that guy.

Ignatz Dulles, once his best friend, now his enemy.

The moment he knew Hanger Willard's identity in human society, he knew what Ignatz was thinking: he must have used some method to threaten the doctor to help him infect humans.

Out of his understanding of Ignatz, Edgar knew that he would definitely not miss the tragedy he caused by himself, and he would definitely be there in person.

The hospital hall was still brightly lit in the middle of the night, and Edgar was almost speechless the moment he saw the scene in front of him clearly: it had only been four days since he traced Ignatz's breath last time, and during these four days he They didn't even find a good time to snipe that Dr. Hangel, but it was in these short four days that the doctor's hands and feet were so fast that he had already transformed so many innocent human beings, turning them into irrational, only A beast that hunts flesh by instinct.

Vampiric first embrace is a complex and painful process: Generally speaking, vampires choose to first embrace the dying because the healthier the person will feel the more pain, and pain is the key to driving newborn vampires crazy factor.

No matter what words are used to beautify this process, the essence of First Embrace is to cast spells on the corpse after killing the soul before leaving.When a healthy living person receives the blood of a vampire, the pain is tantamount to tearing a person's soul apart—Edgar has seen such scenes countless times, seeing those poor human beings scratching themselves bloody in pain Yes, howling like a beast.

There are humans on the verge of transformation everywhere.Some of them were wearing striped hospital gowns, some were hospital nurses, some had no obvious wounds on their bodies, and some had two clear blood holes on their necks... The only thing in common was that they all strangled their own necks in pain, Rolling on the ground curled up in a little ball, tearing his hair, scratching his face and skin, turning himself into a bloody monster.Edgar stepped forward to restrain one of the monsters, and found that his gums protruded and his canine teeth were growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.He closed his eyes, reached out and crushed the poor man's heart, then wiped off the blood on his hands and stood up.

In the corridor further inside, there are a few guys who have survived the gate of life and death. They look more like the monsters they saw in Wilbert Manor that night: bloodshot irises, sharp canine teeth, distorted faces, and only elegant bodies. Clothing can reveal their once superior social status.Edgar would have laughed in a different situation: Ignatz's stupid and cruel experiment would never have worked, ever.He will never be able to read the code of the gods, no matter what it costs him.

Vampires are monsters who have been deprived of the right to walk in the daylight.

But facing all the tragedies in front of him, Edgar couldn't laugh.Ignatz has gone too far in a way they never would have done when they were together.

When the sun rises, those guys will definitely go to this town... At that moment, the secret he kept with his life will no longer be a secret.

To stop this, he must find the human doctor and Ignatz.

This place is no longer a hospital for human beings to heal the pain. It has become a living hell. The gates of hell are opened, and evil creatures come out in droves, tearing up all the fresh flesh and blood they see.

Edgar's eyes stayed somewhere.

In the garden that has turned into purgatory, a middle-aged man is dragging a frail black-haired boy. They are looking for something anxiously. The boy's condition seems to be very bad, and he has to stop to rest after walking a few steps. He was held back by the monster rolling and howling on the ground.

It's Carl.

Carl Morrison actually appeared in this place.