The past was built upon collecting unique characteristics.

If that man really wanted to harm me, there was no need for all this trouble; he could have done it on the spot. But instead, he chose to leave his business card and then depart.

This indicates that he does indeed have the willingness to cooperate, or perhaps he has a greater need for me...

Morian took the business card out of his chest and looked at it again in the dim light.

Liuli Street is only two blocks away from here, and many residents with a decent standard of living choose to settle there, as it's not too far to walk there.

Today is Wednesday, and there are still about two days until Friday. There's no need to rush into action. You can consider going to probe the other party's true intentions.

"It's getting late, let's head back." Morian put the business card back, looked up and smiled, "Remember to get some rest when you get back, so it doesn't affect the subsequent investigation."

"Okay, I'll make sure I get enough sleep," Charlotte nodded obediently.

"Tomorrow I will help you investigate the man's true identity and the details of that woodland estate. Estates in the suburbs usually have fixed owners."

Her face looked tired, but her eyes were still bright.

Upon hearing this, Morian paused for a moment, then expressed his heartfelt gratitude:

"Thank you for your hard work. You've really helped me a lot during this time."

"You're too kind. It's my duty as your assistant." Charlotte shook her head, winked mischievously, and said, "If you want to thank me, you can praise me a bit more in front of my dad."

"I think so," Morian chuckled.

The two walked out of the alley side by side, and could faintly hear the sound of the night wind blowing things around.

The night on Xunfeng Street was particularly quiet. The few streetlights seemed to be in disrepair for many years, their dim yellow glow constantly flickering but never going out.

Before long, they found a horse-drawn carriage that was still picking up passengers.

Because it was late at night, the price of the carriage was a bit higher than usual. After paying two shillings for the fare, Charlotte lifted her skirt and boarded the carriage, leaning out of the window to say goodbye.

Morian watched the carriage disappear into the distance before turning and walking toward Slan Street.

The reason he didn't call for a carriage was because he was used to thinking while walking, and this was a good opportunity to organize his thoughts as he went.

Walking on the empty streets, Morian subconsciously looked up at the bright moon hanging high in the sky and remembered the requirements of the ceremony.

The advancement must be completed at the same time as the blood moon appears.

A blood moon appears for a fixed number of days every year. When will it appear next? I need to find out.

These fixed steps are manageable, but for the core materials, we might need to obtain more information from that self-proclaimed private detective to facilitate the operation.

But the timing of that guy's appearance was too coincidental. He appeared right after I had dealt with the vampire, and then just happened to offer to help each other.

Is it really that much of a coincidence?

Recalling those blood-red eyes, Morian frowned slightly, and a conjecture suddenly flashed through his mind.

Do similar external characteristics appear in pure-blooded vampires?

Lower-class bloodlines like Harrison are not relevant to our understanding; although they also have fangs and pale skin, they give off a very stereotypical impression.

He looks like a nobody.

True vampires may have evolved to lose these obvious characteristics and become almost indistinguishable from humans.

The man named Karl, however, unexpectedly expressed disdain, even genuine disgust, for these imposters called "vampires," his tone seemingly imbued with a more personal emotion.

In addition, the other party's understanding of vampires...

Is it possible that he is a true "vampire"?

Thinking of this, Morian suddenly paused and fell into deep thought.

The more he thought about it, the more likely he felt that this guess was quite plausible.

If Karl is indeed a vampire, and a pure, noble one at that, then why is he investigating the "Moon Worship Clan"? Why is he targeting his own kind? And why would he want to cooperate with a human like myself?

Clean house? Internal competition? Or something else entirely?

But considering the other party's attitude towards Harrison, the two of them shouldn't be considered "the same kind"...

Sigh... This conjecture lacks crucial evidence, so let's not jump to conclusions... Morian shook his head and continued walking forward.

We can only wait for Charlotte's investigation results to see if any residents near Glass Street have seen the other party conducting detective activities.

He didn't care about Karl's true intentions. Everyone was wary of each other, and in the end, everyone got what they wanted. This was the most common way of cooperating in the extraordinary world.

There's no need to delve into what the other person wants to get.

Upon returning to the office, he immediately put down the business card, washed up, and planned to go back to bed to catch up on his sleep.

Just thinking about what I have to do next brings an overwhelming sense of fatigue and weariness.

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The following morning, the city of Bet finally shook off the lingering gloom and was bathed in rare sunshine.

As if in response to the change in weather, the whole city has returned to its former liveliness.

As Morian stepped outside, he immediately smelled the delicate fragrance wafting from the white jasmine trees lining both sides of the street when they were in bloom and bearing fruit. A postman rode by on his bicycle, delivering mail to each resident. The air was comfortable and fresh.

Today he dressed casually, having changed out of his relatively oversized trench coat and into a dark, lightweight jacket, along with his old leather boots, before heading out, even skipping the tie.

Walking east along Slan Street and then around two main streets, a wide square comes into view.

As the singing drifted over, Morian glanced casually at the center of the square. Beneath the two-meter-tall peace statue, a brown-haired bard was composing and singing, attracting several passersby to stop and watch.

There are newsstands set up next to the square, and occasionally various people give speeches and make announcements here, usually on topics such as environmental protection or animal protection.

His gaze swept over the street scenes as Morian crossed the square and headed toward a quiet road.

The buildings on both sides are made of slate, most of them have neat windows, and occasionally there are exquisite brass plaques hanging by the doors, making it clear at a glance that the residents of this area are at least middle class or above.

There are almost no general stores or bakeries; there are only a few special shops here.

After searching for a while, Morian stopped in front of a three-story building.

A dark bronze plaque hangs on the door, with several eye-catching characters engraved on it.

"The Starry Sky Divination House," Morian murmured, confirming that this was the place he was looking for.

If we can confirm most of the information we received last night through divination, verifying that it's not false or a trap, we'll be more confident in our next steps.

Considering that ordinary fortune-telling shops might not be accurate enough, he specifically sought out this well-known fortune-telling shop.

"I hope it's worth the money and I don't waste my money..." Morian prayed silently as he pushed open the dark wooden door.