Old Mulciber still maintained his resigned attitude, but Lin Ze could see that this old guy still had evil intentions.
"Mr. Mulciber."
"Huh?"
"You just said that the vampire of the Greengrass Family was sent to Americas. Then whose hands is it now?"
Old Mulciber raised his eyelids and looked at him, as if hesitating, but finally spoke:
"Greengrass Family sent the vampire to South America and gave it to a branch family to take care of. I don't know what happened after that."
South America...
Could it be the vampire he met at Brazil?
"One more thing."
The firewood in the fireplace crackled and exploded. Lin Ze's fingers slowly rubbed the wand in his sleeves, with no expression on his face.
"When you used me before, you were sure that I would definitely go to the Grey Mist Manor."
"Yes."
"What if I don't go?"
"Then I will find a way to get you to come to the door." Old Mulciber met his gaze calmly.
Lin Ze nodded.
He took two steps forward and stopped in front of Old Mulciber, looking down at the skinny old man.
Old Mulciber's honesty surprised Lin Ze.
He thought the old guy would at least struggle a little longer, but he didn't expect the other party to directly admit, "I will find a way to get you to come to my door."
This openness made Lin Ze even more uncomfortable.
Because this shows that Old Mulciber has treated him as a chess piece from the beginning, and every move is within the opponent's calculation.
From the conversation with the Grey Mist Manor, to the list of five people, and even every step in which Lin Ze later found Burke Family and found Fearn·Burke, all of them were probably expected by Old Mulciber.
This feeling of being played as a chess piece is very unpleasant.
"You are quite honest." Lin Ze paced back and forth in the living room, the soles of his boots making a crisp sound on the mahogany floor.
"But I don't like your honesty, and I don't like the feeling of being calculated." Lin Ze said and waved his wand.
The next moment, a "Severing Charm" flew out from the tip of the stick, and the little finger of old Mulciber's right hand was disconnected.
"Hiss--" The old man was so painful that cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
"Okay, I feel a lot more comfortable now." Lin Ze let out a soft breath.
There was no bleeding from Old Mulciber's severed finger.
The old finger fell on the floor with a dull sound, and the texture exposed at the break was gray-white, like dead tree bark. Lin Ze took a look, and sure enough, this guy's body had long been eroded by the blood of the vampires.
Old Mulciber covered his severed finger with his other hand. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead. His lips trembled several times, but he did not dare to say a word.
Lin Ze sat back on the chair, crossed his legs, and acted like a guest.
The sound of rain outside the window was getting thicker, and the Kensington District street lamp cast a blur of yellow light on the wet street.
The documents in Chamber of Secrets's iron cabinet on the second floor were moved downstairs one by one by Barty Crouch Jr..
Lin Ze stood in the Entrance Hall, looking at these things stacked one by one on the long table, like a miniature pyramid of evidence.
Barty Crouch Jr. When he came down from upstairs, he held a flat wooden box wrapped in dark velvet in his arms.
He walked to the long table and placed the wooden box next to the pile of documents. Although the movement was very gentle, the wooden board still made a muffled sound when it hit the table.
"Chamber of Secrets There is a secret compartment at the end, hidden in the wall. This one is kept alone." Barty Crouch Jr. said.
Lin Ze walked over and opened the flannel.
The wooden box was not locked and opened as soon as the buckle was broken.
There are more than a dozen rolls of parchment neatly stacked inside, each roll is tied with a different color of silk thread, and the silk thread is tied in a different way, like some kind of classification mark.
He casually picked up the top roll, untied the silk thread and unfolded it.
The top line reads in bright red ink, "Targaryen·Nox, seventh in the blood family sequence."
The following is a dense record of all the movements of this vampire since it was assigned to the Mulciber family.
How many ounces of blood were drawn on a certain day of the month and year.
On a certain day of a certain month of a certain year, the blood sample was injected into the experimental subject No.
On a certain day of a certain year, a certain month, the experimental body mutated, and the method of disposal was to destroy it.
Lin Ze turned the parchment to the back, where several dates and brief comments were scrawled in pencil.
"A total of 467 blood samples of Targaryen were used to cultivate 123 blood slaves, and zero cases were successfully transformed."
Lin Ze Put the parchment back and pick up the second volume.
"Amycus, third in the vampire sequence, current status: unknown."
There is only this one line of text.
"What's going on with this volume?" Lin Ze pulled out the parchment and held it up in front of Old Mulciber.
Old Mulciber leaned back on the chair, glanced at the paper, and twitched the corner of his mouth.
"Amycus is the one assigned to Gaunt family..."
Old Mulciber's severed finger is no longer bleeding, and the gray-white fracture is squirming at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if something is trying to grow back from inside, and is being pressed back by some force.
"Gaunt family squeezed Amycus too hard." Old Mulciber said.
"That crazy guy from their family, Marvolo·Gaunt, have you heard of it?"
"Voldemort's grandfather, I know."
"People of Marvolo's generation raised Amycus like a cow, and took blood from it every month and injected it into the bodies of the clansmen, hoping to reproduce the immortality of the vampires. As a result, the bloodline was a little bit different, but the cost was that the whole person became more and more crazy, more and more paranoid, and finally couldn't control even the most basic magic." There was a hint of schadenfreude in Old Mulciber's tone.
"Gaunt family Those last few people are all half-mad."
"Then how did Amycus escape?"
"It is said that a woman from Gaunt family fell in love with that vampire. Anyway, it is just a bunch of bloody love stories. The woman opened the prison door when Gaunt family was not paying attention..." Old Mulciber shook his head and sighed.
Lin Ze stood where he was, not moving.
The rain outside the window is getting heavier and heavier, and the raindrops are hitting the glass like countless fingers tapping.
Barty Crouch Jr. stood at the top of the stairs, looking at the two people silently.
"One more thing." Old Mulciber put on the badge and looked up at Lin Ze.
"You said."
"About Amycus, although I don't know where it is now, my father left the address on the last page of the notebook."
Lin Ze Open the notebook and turn to the last page.
There was a line written on it in the same bright red ink:
"London, St James's Palace, 19 King Street."
"What is that place?"
"Muggle London's heart." Old Mulciber said.
"It's only one street away from the Buckingham Palace."