Salomon left the library, found a taxi in this small town, and headed to Angel Bay in the suburbs.
When he got on the bus, Salomon made up a lie and chatted with the driver. He just didn't like socializing, and he would still lie when he should. According to the taxi driver,
He has lived in this town since he was a child. The name of this town is very ordinary, and there are no scarce mineral resources. There is almost no way out except fishing. The performance of the public high school in the town is also very poor, and young people cannot find it.
The only way out is to go to big cities to make a living.
Overall, this town is just a microcosm of countless ordinary farming and fishing towns in the United States.
But Salomon still guided the conversation to make the driver reveal more information unintentionally. He mentioned the Collins family intentionally or unintentionally. This made the dark-skinned mixed-race man who had lived in the town since childhood
The driver became interested. According to him, the hostess of Port Angel was a heartthrob before she disappeared. She was a kind and beautiful woman. He had met Angelique Bouchard when he was a child. He took the unique woman with him.
Some people speak with an accent and wave one arm while speaking. If he doesn't have to hold the steering wheel, he will even dance.
"Hey, brother, let me tell you, I saw her when I was a child. Damn it, I have never seen such a beautiful woman. She is still the protagonist of my erotic dreams. Don't tell my wife about this. You
Are you questioning me? Let me tell you, as long as you see her, you will not ask that question. I will never forget the way she looked in a red dress. Let me tell you, you will never see anything like that in any big city.
Beauty, even if you are in New York or Los Angeles, I guarantee that no woman can be more beautiful than her..."
With great difficulty, Salomon sorted out some information from the driver's rhythmic words. The general meaning was that after Angelique Bouchard disappeared, the Port of Corinth of the Corinthian family once again occupied the fishing industry in the town.
No one knows where Angelique Bouchard has gone. Every older man in the town will miss that elusive woman like a dream.
"Have you not heard where Angelique Bouchard disappeared?" Salomon asked pretending to be casual, "I think the police will try their best to find such a taxpayer, right?"
"I don't know either." The driver shrugged, "It is said that the Butchard family suddenly came here. They suddenly appeared and disappeared suddenly. This is very reasonable."
"Yeah, it's very reasonable..." Salomon looked out the car window with worry. The car slowly drove into Port Angeles. Since Angelique Bouchard disappeared, the place has gone from bad to worse and has been frequently visited by Collins.
The harbor occupies resources. The fishermen have refused to sell their catch to Angel Harbor. The former canning factory has been dilapidated. Rotten fishing boats and fishing nets still remain in the haven. Only hungry seagulls still visit here. They stand on the stretch.
Go to the wooden pile in the sea and try to pick up some rotten fish to eat.
Salomon felt that a fine net made of black silk thread extended from the Collins family and enveloped the entire town. It was like a fine net used when fishing for sardines, catching anything that could not pass through the mesh, such as the police, such as
Media. If Salomon had not found enough doubts and clues in the pile of old papers in the library, no one would have thought that the Collins family, which seemed to provide financial resources to the town, would have such deep darkness.
Since 1972, murders have always occurred in the small town, but police investigations and media reports have always been abandoned halfway, and the cases have been hastily closed. At first, some people were interested in mentioning the tragic condition of the corpses, but later, no one would
Becoming interested in victims whose throats were bitten.
Salomon spent a lot of money to hire this driver and let him take him around the town all day long until late at night. After they made an appointment to meet again the next day, Salomon started teleporting in a deserted corner.
He opened the door and returned to the headquarters of Karma Taj. It was not night at Karma Taj, but Salomon still fell asleep. It was too labor-intensive to investigate and rummage through the disorganized information to find useful clues.
When he woke up, he began to prepare the things he needed to prepare to face vampires, such as silver and some specific casting materials. After Salomon hurriedly finished not knowing which of the three meals, he started again
Open the portal and return to Port Corinth.
There, the driver was waiting for him.
"Colin Manor." Salomon's first words came from behind the passenger seat. His face was cold and he seemed to be mentally prepared. In fact, he planned to ask Barnabas Collins about the witch.
If necessary, he will clean up this vampire.
"They are cursed." Perhaps because Salomon spent a lot of money, the driver didn't want Salomon to go to that gloomy place, even though the Collins family supported many people in the town.
, but they are still not likeable.
"It doesn't matter." Salomon murmured, "I just went to them for the curse."
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"Willie! Stop drinking! You bald drunkard without a hair! Clean the hall quickly! Do you hear me!" Caroline Stoddard stood on the wide steps at one end of the living room and shouted,
Even though it is daytime, the thick black woolen curtains in the living room are still tightly closed, with only a few rays of light coming in, and the rest of the living room is still immersed in shadow. Caroline is a girl with a graceful figure.
, slightly plump, even time did not stay long on her body. In middle age, her figure has not lost its shape at all, and she still has extremely charming buttocks.
It was not without reason that she stood on the steps and yelled. Her slightly autistic brother David Collins dropped food on the carpet again. Under her roar, David, who has curly black hair, couldn't bear it.
He shivered, and the curly hair on his forehead trembled.
"Calm down, Caroline." A silver-haired woman sitting on the sofa said after moving the chess piece one step. Although she was very old, her thinking and movements were still quick. She said, "Don't let the big one move.
Wei is too nervous. Also, Willy is old, so please be considerate of his slow movements."
"You are still unwilling to let me transform you into a vampire. I think you have experienced the consequences of aging, Elizabeth." Sitting on the sofa opposite is a pale man with short black hair and an eighteen-year-old dress.
The classic clothing of British men in the 19th century. The black coat is inlaid with many gems of different colors. Both the cuffs and the hem are extremely gorgeous. There is a white lace bow tie around the neck. After thinking for a moment, he moved the chess piece.
. He said, "We have rebuilt the Corinthian family. Look at everything in this living room. After the fire, you acquired these exquisite sculptures and collections, and this."
He pointed to the crystal chandelier above his head, "I hope you can keep watching and witness the Collins family return to glory."
"Aging is the joy of life, which you can't understand. I am already very tired. I will leave the rest to Caroline and David." Age has not affected Elizabeth's elegance. She said: "Ba
Nabas, it’s your turn to go.”
"Willy! Willy! Where are you!" Caroline raised her voice when she saw that Willy did not appear in front of her.
Then the sound of rapid footsteps was heard, and the door to the hall suddenly opened.
Willy, who had no hair on his head, ran in panting, "Master... Huh, Huh, Huh..."
"Relax, relax." Barnabas picked up a glass with his sharp-nailed palms. He stood up, walked towards Willy, and handed the glass to him. "Drink, Willy, tell me
Me, what happened?"
"Someone...is here..." Willy drank the sparkling wine in one gulp, "burp..."
"Is it the police? Or the newspaper?" Barnabas turned around and no longer paid attention to Willy. He looked at Elizabeth, "I promise I will solve it."
"No, it's not the police or the newspaper!" Willy said with wide eyes and a look of horror on his face, "He looks like... a wizard!"