As a small island in the Strand Islands, there are not many passenger flights from Capofez to Grey Kirishima. Hickrad and I waited for an hour at the pier before we arrived.

The Blasting Fog is the name of this ship, and it is also the only passenger ship responsible for the operation of the Grey Mizuki Island to Cabofis route.

With a little anxious mood, I pulled Hickrad onto the boat.

It's not too long to get from Capofez to Grey Kirishima, but it's boring and irritable enough.

Hickrad and I sat quietly in the room. Outside the porthole was the unchanging blue sea. The atmosphere in the room was very dull. Hickrad lowered his head and mechanically wiped the revolver in his hand. I decided to say something to him to break the uncomfortable atmosphere.

"Hey, Hill," I spoke, "although that's not good... I still have to ask, a trip to Grey Island may be dangerous. Are you sure you want to follow me? It's still time to go back."

Hearing this, Hiccrad stopped wiping the pistol and raised his head with some dissatisfaction, "Don't talk nonsense, Saren," he said angrily, "I know what you are going to do, and I'm willing to be with you."

"Okay, OK," I hurriedly stretched out my hands, "I just asked this, Hill, don't be angry."

"So let me change the question, Hill," I said, "Where do you think we should start? I mean after I arrived at Shikiki Island."

"Of course we should go first...what is the city?"

"Cross City." I added in time.

"Yes, yes, that's it here. I've read your information. Isn't this really troubled by vampires? I think the vampires here must be related to the sick seedlings from the source of the plague."

"So you ask me what I think?" Hickrad raised his pistol. "My answer is simple. First, solve these big bats that look like humans, and then find out the damn cultists."

"Good idea," I praised, "After we arrive at Haikiri Island, we will do what you said."

"That's great," Hickrad laughed when he heard this, "I can't wait to smash the ugly heads of several bats!"

This was the only conversation we had during our one and a half hours of travel, and the next time we were left with all the chats between us until we arrived at the port of Cross City.

As its name describes, the island is covered with a layer of gray fog all year round. Fortunately, this layer of gray fog is just an extremely thin layer and is only floating in a low-high position inside, so the Republic of Strand finally opened up here into a new territory.

There are many different opinions about the grey fog on this island in the entire Verojima academic community. Some believe that this is caused by the magical device left over from the last era, and some believe that this is evidence that the land was cursed.

To this day, the quarrel and discussion on this grey fog have not stopped. There is only one thing that everyone is convinced of, that is, this grey fog has no negative impact on human beings.

Over time, this gray fog has become the most famous landscape of Gray fog Island. Every year, a large number of tourists from home and abroad come to visit the island. Tourism and the island's unique ash plants have become the island's largest source of income.

But this is all a chat. I only know that the residents of this island are being poisoned by vampires, and the sick people at the source of the plague have chosen this somewhat remote island as their hidden place. These are two things I plan to solve this time.

I was sitting in my seat, and the fog was slowly driving into Cross's port, and I could already see a corner of the city through the porthole.

Cross and other cities in Stran, as well as coastal cities in Eindhoven, are no different. Verodima writers call this "a scene of technological progress." As long as you are in these places, you can always see black smoke covering the sky, various mechanical devices that spit out steam, and huge robots that you will never dream of, and can act on your own.

Sometimes when I read history books, even if the words were written on them, it was hard for me to believe that a hundred years ago, everyone was still driving a carriage or paddling boats, and spent several months back and forth between countries, or even provinces in a country.

I think it all comes down to the scientist in Strand, Charleston Stein Love, who seems to be called this name, the inventor of the steam engine, the great scientist, all the most dazzling titles in a hundred years have been crowned on him.

Ah, I'm going too far again. In short, the Breaking Fog stopped smoothly into Cross's port. After packing up, Hickrad and I officially set foot on this somewhat remote island with our luggage.

As the information says, the floor in the city was covered with a thin layer of gray fog. To be honest, when I first got off the boat, I was worried about whether the gray fog would have any impact on me. This worry was not gone until several days later, when I was completely accustomed to the gray fog.

I looked at Hickrad. His performance was almost the same as mine. Every time he took a step out, he had to carefully look at the ground for a while. He dared to take the second step after he made sure nothing had happened.

I could feel that many people on the dock had their eyes gathered on us, but most of them just glanced at it in a hurry, and it seemed that the locals had long been used to the behavior of outsiders.

"Let's go, Hill," I pulled Rashikrad's sleeve and whispered to him, "Let's go find a hotel to rest and find out the news."

Hickrad nodded and quickly left the dock with my luggage.

The traffic here is much smaller than that of Capofez. There are not many people on the street and there are not many cars. There are a large number of carriages waiting to pick up passengers on the side of the road. I picked one casually and sat on it with Hickrad.

"Where are you going?" the coachman in front turned around and asked.

"Please take us to the nearest hotel."

"Are you two here for a trip?" Hearing my answer, the coachman frowned and said, "If you two are here for a trip, I suggest you go back immediately."

He paused when he said this, looked around and looked around, as if he was afraid that someone was eavesdropping.

After looking around, he put his head over and lowered his voice to us, "The mayor won't let us say it, but everyone knows that there are vampires raging in the city and everyone is worried about becoming the next victim."

"Vampire?" Hickrad suddenly felt energetic, "We are here..."

Seeing that he was about to say something he shouldn't say, I hurriedly covered his mouth and said with some disdain: "Vampire is just a legend, maybe some evil murderer may be."

"Your police station should work harder so that you don't keep those evil guys from getting away with it."

"When it comes to this," I cleared my throat and pretended to be confident and proud on my face. This level of performance is just a side dish to me. "I am Capofez's detective. You can tell me everything you know. Maybe I will catch this 'vampire' for you."

"If this is true, it would be great," sighed the coachman. "I really want to help, old man, but I don't know much. I only know that the first victim was a guest of the Hammer Hotel."

The clue came, and my eyes lit up. I exchanged a look with Hickrad, and then said with interest, "Broken Hammer Hotel? Take me to this hotel, coachman, maybe I can find something."

"Okay," the coachman responded, and shook the whip casually, "You two are sitting down, we'll set off now."

This is an experienced old coachman. It is almost impossible for Hickard and I to feel the extra bumps when we sit in the car. What is even more commendable is that he was not slow in driving the carriage in this case. In less than ten minutes, Hickard and I arrived at the Hammer Hotel three blocks away.

As its name suggests, this hotel only has a four-story building. From the decoration to the layout, it looks like a hotel open to middle and lower levels of people.

I nodded and believed the coachman's words three more times. Vampires prefer poor and difficult preys than preys with prominent identities, so that they will not get into additional trouble after sucking blood.

"It's here," said the coachman pointing at the hotel in front of him with a horse whip. "You may be willing to talk to the owner of the hotel, Charlie Hammer, and he should know more."

"Thank you," I thanked the coachman, and paid him the car fee, of course, an additional tip of five copper coins.

After watching the coachman leave happily, I nodded to Hickrad and walked into this hammer hotel together.

The hotel lobby seemed very deserted, it was noon at this moment, and it shouldn't be so deserted. I knew in my heart that it must be the impact of the vampire case.

A middle-aged man with a buzz cut and a long scar on his left face sat listlessly behind the bar. I guess he was the hotel owner Charlie Hammer as the coachman mentioned.

"It's really rare," the boss seemed very happy when he saw us. "Since the unlucky man died in my hotel, I thought there would never be any guests coming to the door again," he walked out from behind the bar and rubbed his hands at us. "What do you guys need?"

"Give me and this gentleman a lunch each," I said, "and you want the best set meal in your store. We didn't eat anything on the boat and are so hungry now."

"Also, I want to talk to you about the traveler who died in your hotel."

When Charlie Hammer heard this, he stopped and looked at us with some doubt, "I think this matter has nothing to do with you, two respectful good gentlemen."

"No, no, no," I was about to speak when Hickrad suddenly walked forward, "This is the 'detective' from Kapophis!"

He deliberately bit the word "Detective" very hard, which made Charlie Hammer's face look much better, "It turned out to be a detective from Capofez. Are you here to investigate this case?"

"Of course," I nodded arrogantly, "I was entrusted to investigate the mysterious cases here. On the way here, someone told me that this was done by a vampire," I said this, paused deliberately, showing a look of disdain, "In my opinion, those are just excuses for losers to use to cover up their incompetence. I will definitely find this damn murderer for you."

If there are vampire accomplices observing this, I think he will definitely think of me as an ignorant fool, and this is exactly the effect I want.

"Then I'll prepare food for you two," Charlie Hammer became much more respectful. "I'll talk to you about this after you two have a good meal and drink."

After saying that, Charlie rushed into the kitchen, and not long after, he walked out with two bowls of steaming noodles.

"The food here may be a bit simple," he put the tray in front of us, and then wiped his hands a little crampedly. "Don't bother you."

"It's okay," I waved my hand casually, "Sit down and tell us what's going on here."

"I don't know much," Charlie Hammer's expression immediately became depressed, "That day, as usual, I went to the second floor to wake up the guests in every room."

“It was going well at the beginning,” he said, “until the last room.”

"I called at the door a few times but didn't respond, so I ignored him, but the guest still didn't come down until noon, so I had to take the key upstairs to check."

"Then I saw a scene that you would never believe, two adults," he said, "and the guest was lying on the bed, like a mummy, scaring me half to death."

“Is there no blood in the room?”

"Not at all, sir, it's true."

"It seems that it was done by the vampire." I didn't say anything, and secretly concluded in my heart. The corpse became like a mummy, and had not left any blood in the room. Apart from the vampire, I couldn't think of any creature or person who could do this.

"It's interesting," I said with a smile, "Where is that body? I might need to see it."

"That body has been taken away by the people from the city guards, those who are called...the mirror-fat people."

"Are the police?"

"Yes, yes!" Charlie Hammer nodded repeatedly, "It was these policemen who pulled the bodies away, as if they were sent to the hall of the deceased in the city."

"Ah, it seems I need to go to the Dead Hall," I stood up and threw out a Strand gold coin. "Is this gold enough to pay for our lunch?"

"Enough is enough!" Charlie Hammer said hurriedly, "In fact, there are a lot more, I'll find you money now."

"No need," I waved my hand, "If you come out, just treat it as a tip for you. I am very satisfied with the information you provide."

"Let's go, Hill," I greeted Hickrad next to me, "It's time to go to the Dead Hall."
Chapter completed!