Hawk even bought himself a pair of sunglasses, and after putting them on, he hid his eyes, sinking his feelings into Little Cosmos, thereby maintaining an expression devoid of any emotion, looking expressionlessly at the new tombstone before him.
The name on the tombstone was very clear.
Helen Stacy.
The grave pit dug behind the tombstone, symbolizing Helen Stacy's coffin, was slowly being lowered for burial.
George held the once again weeping Howard, with a sorrowful expression.
Gwen also held Simon, who was attempting to rush toward the coffin, and her expression was equally sorrowful.
As a professional detective, because he needed to intimidate suspects, George's acting was always perfectly on point, leaving no room for criticism.
Gwen was very beautiful.
Zhang Wuji's mother once said, the more beautiful a woman is, the better she is at deceiving people.
So...
Gwen's acting was also impeccable.
Howard and Simon were completely kept in the dark, showing genuine emotions; over these days, the little ones' voices were almost hoarse from crying.
So, whether George could fish out the vampire behind the scenes by acting out this drama, Hawk wasn't sure.
But Hawk was sure of one thing.
Once everything was over, George and Gwen would be in trouble.
However, there's still something for Gwen.
Because after it's all over, she can choose not to go to the apartment, but obediently stay at Palm Street No. 521A and wait for the storm to pass before going back home.
But George, on the other hand, probably won't manage; after this, he might end up sleeping on the couch for at least a month or three months.
Hawk watched the dirt being pushed into the grave pit, watching the father and daughter delivering a performance over there, feeling a bit schadenfreude as he looked at George, who was also wearing sunglasses at the moment, but couldn't hide his grief, a ring on his finger.
The ring on George's finger was not the Sunlight Ring that he had previously asked Catherine to send.
But it was still a Sunlight Ring.
It appeared on George's bedside, along with a cell phone and a note, when they returned from the morgue to the hospital room that day.
The note had the Sunlight Ring's functions and the purpose of the cell phone written on it.
But it hadn't rung all these days.
Until now.
Just at the moment of 'Helen's' coffin being buried, George felt the vibration of the phone in his pocket, a flash of anger crossing his face, then he handed Howard over to Gwen and went aside to answer the call.
Catherine, who also attended the funeral as a guest, walked up beside Hawk.
"Sir, do you need me to capture that vampire?"
"No need."
Hawk shook his head, "They like acting, let them act, we can just watch."
Catherine nodded and said no more.
Hawk's eyes, through the sunglasses, looked beyond the cemetery at the black-clad figure standing on the rooftop, looking toward the cemetery and holding a phone as well.
His Sixth Sense was released, clearly hearing the phone conversation between the figure in black and George on the other end.
"Chief Stacy, my condolences."
"Murderer!"
"Soon, Chief Stacy, the murderer will soon be coming to turn themselves in to you, oh, by the way, Chief Stacy, have you felt the extraordinary power yet?"
"..."
George didn't speak.
But...
He indeed felt it.
Whether it was his strength, speed, or his physique, all were rocketing with visible speed.
There's just one downside.
He had to drink blood.
The vampire on the rooftop had a somewhat twisted smile, "However, Chief Stacy, your appetite is very large; a newly turned vampire usually needs just a bag of blood a day, but you, within this week, you've bought quite a few blood bags."
In the Federation society, everything is for sale.
Blood can also be bought, with clear prices, as long as you are willing to pay, you can buy a truckload of blood and take it home for watering plants.
George remained expressionless.
"Isn't this what you wanted to see?"
"Yes, indeed."
The vampire on the rooftop nodded without denial, then changed the subject, "But just drinking blood bags won't do; they are all frozen blood, Chief Stacy, you should try fresh blood; believe me, you'll like it."
With that.
The vampire took the phone away from his ear, typed a message, and sent it.
George looked at the incoming message.
He opened it.
He frowned.
"Hudson Meat Processing Plant..."
"Yes."
The vampire on the rooftop beamed, "Chief Stacy, at eleven o'clock tonight, go there and tell the doorman you're invited by Cole. I've prepared a gift for you; after you receive it, I think we can meet."
George frowned and asked, "What gift, what do you want to do?"
The vampire on the rooftop had a mysterious smile, "Meeting gift, you'll like it, I guarantee it, Chief Stacy, besides, if you don't like our meeting gift, then our meeting might really be nowhere in sight, and your friend Ben probably won't return either, eleven tonight, Chief Stacy!"
Saying that.
The vampire on the rooftop hung up the phone, then turned, leaped, and with a swoosh sound, vanished from the rooftop.
Not far away, George hung up the phone and frowned.
Hudson Meat Processing Plant.
Hawk also raised an eyebrow, exchanging a glance with Catherine.
Catherine understood.
"It's a New York vampire hideout, a place where some new-generation vampires gather for parties and enjoy blood."
"Just like Blood Red Apocalypse, is it also run by that Deacon Frost?"
"Yes."
"..."