Yes, Dr. Allen does intend to popularize the idea of charity to vampires.
When several people took the car to the neighborhood where White and Nibais were located, Allen was still praising the manual issued by Mr. Lenzer.
Considering that Renzer had only been alive for a day at most, it was already obvious who the true publisher of the manual was.
Luen is hopeless.
Yager listened with interest to Dr. Allen's lengthy introduction on the carriage.
His attitude made Klein, who nodded repeatedly to ideas such as "build free schools in the East District", "subsidize and protect union benefits", "make the courts independent of parliament and ensure impartiality", could not help but sit uneasy and rack his brains to think.
What's the trap here?
"One day, charity will become popular in mainland China,"
At this time, Dr. Allen read out the last paragraph of the brochure with emotion, "As long as there is progress, I will live forever."
"It's so well written. This is the ideal and belief that a true gentleman should have!"
He looked at the two of them excitedly and received restrained applause and approving eyes from Klein.
And Yager nodded mechanically.
I can't stand it, I really can't stand it.
This manual only needs the words "I want to use you" on the cover. Green is definitely trying to cause trouble.
While listening to Dr. Allen's reading, he couldn't help but carefully review his recent actions three times in his mind, looking for possible reasons for being caught.
Seeing that the doctor wanted to continue the discussion, he quickly stopped the topic: "That's right."
"Is there anything special about the two doctors we need to visit, and Will Asceptin?"
"I need some specific information before I can appeal to the hospital on your behalf."
Yager had the opportunity to escape from the Krag Club solely because the doctor wanted to hire him to appeal the hospital ticket.
Due to bad luck, poor Dr. Allen missed six surgeries a week, four because of transport breakdown, one because of a bad cold, and one because he fell into an uncovered sewer manhole while walking through Cherwood.
What unscrupulous bastard moved it away!
Thinking of this, Doctor Allen's face showed a little anger and panic, and the focus finally turned away from "Amon's Uprising Manual".
"Well, a few weeks ago, I treated a kid named Will Asceptin, who had been treated by several other doctors."
"Will's left leg was missing and he must have suffered tremendous pain, but he looked very mature and calmly waited for my operation. He only looked around from time to time, as if he was avoiding someone..."
"Sorry, I'm going too far."
"The main problem with Will Asceptin is that I have been extremely unrealistically unlucky since he left."
"And, I always have the same nightmare about him!"
The thin, middle-aged doctor said with a trembling voice.
"A silver serpent coiled itself in a dark tower, and Will was waiting for me inside."
"He said: Doctor Allen, there is a snake trying to eat me!"
The more he spoke, the more fear filled his voice, and finally he almost screamed quietly in the carriage.
As soon as the words fell, a brief silence fell among the few people.
Yager and Klein looked at each other, obviously convinced that this matter must involve some mystery, and each had their own guesses.
"I understand, don't worry, Detective Sherlock and I will try our best to help you," Yager replied calmly, "We have some experience with this kind of incident."
Although he is not good at solving bad luck or solving crimes——
But he's pretty good at dealing with people who cause accidents.
For example, he remembered that the last time he met Dr. Allen, he mentioned that his wife was expecting a baby and that he had a faint aura of a high-sequence extraordinary person.
Obviously, this atmosphere is stronger now.
He smiled kindly at the silver thread that appeared in his vision.
As one of the doctors who treated Will Asceptin, the Whites' hospital was criticized by their colleagues for its bloodletting therapy, but they were undoubtedly two good doctors.
After all, he is a real ‘pharmacist’.
Unfortunately, in order to avoid being taken away by Bishop Utravsky, they moved out in a hurry after failing to rescue their son, without even thinking of taking some of their son's treasures with them.
This is also the reason why Emlyn White was manipulated by the tentacle monster.
After the doorbell rang, the vampire hurriedly opened the door while holding a brand-new and beautiful doll.
"Who are you looking for? Is it you?!"
Emlyn's dark red eyes widened and he suddenly woke up, staring at Yager and Klein behind Dr. Allen.
Both of them have made outstanding contributions to the tragic experience of a certain vampire.
"Do you know each other?" Dr. Allen unexpectedly turned back with Emlyn.
"Oh, yes, we have met at Harvest Church before," Klein, who had visited Father Utravsky in the past two days, smiled.
In order to avoid having his identity exposed, he took the lead in explaining his purpose: "Mr. White, let me introduce myself again. I am Sherlock Moriarty, a detective. This is Mr. Drester from the Minsk Office, and Mr. Hope
Dr. Allen of Wolston Hospital."
"We want to ask you about patient Will Asceptin."
After hearing the introduction, Emlyn, who was about to loudly condemn the two people who had caused him a lot of trouble, curled his lips. His slow IQ finally regained the high ground and realized that there was an ordinary person here.
"All right."
He stepped sideways to make way for the door, then ran to the back in a few steps, and religiously placed the dolls in his hands in a gorgeous and clean glass cabinet.
Both items look valuable.
Watching the vampires' actions, Klein couldn't help but evaluate their value in his mind.
I didn’t seem to see this one last time I came here. Is it a new doll?
So rich.
He twitched the corner of his mouth, marveling that a certain vampire's wealth could actually add another member to the collection that filled the room.
Afterwards, Emlyn took out a dozen cases from under a dusty coffee table, turned around and handed them to Dr. Allen who was waiting in the client's clinic.
"My parents used to run the clinic. I don't know the details. You can check the medical records yourself."
"All recent patient information is here."
He pointed to the information.
Immediately, Dr. Allen's attention was attracted. For him, solving the bad luck and ominous nightmares entangled in him was the most important thing.
He was not even in the mood to take a closer look at this clinic that was full of secrets from outstanding colleagues.
For a moment, the only sound left in the room was the sound of searching for information.
Mr. White closed the door thoughtfully.
Because they couldn't understand the White couple's colorful fonts, the extraordinary trio could only stand in a row around the dining table on the other side doing nothing.
A few seconds later, Emlyn couldn't help but move two steps away from Klein and leaned into Yager's ear.
"Hey, why did you ask the Apostle of the Moon last time? Is this a secret that the Church of the Night wants to know?"
The vampire asked in a breathy voice that seemed to be very humanitarian and caring.
However, next to them, Yager and Klein simultaneously cast incomprehensible glances.
This is very deceptive.
After all, there are only three people here, all of whom are Extraordinary. Is there any point in lowering your voice?!
(End of chapter)
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