Zach at Quinn Manor.
Why not Barton Hall? Because Mrs. Barton didn't want to miss afternoon tea with Quinn because of Zach's inefficiency.
Zach's inefficiency? Zach should have come in the morning, right? Coming now is, well, inefficient.
"Uh, what is this?" Mrs. Barton looked at the pastry in front of her, pushing away the fine crumbs on the plate with a bit of disgust, and glanced at Mrs. Quinn, "I spent most of my life getting used to the taste of your Indian pastries, but in the end What the hell is this?"
"Dragon's beard." Mrs. Quinn looked very calm, wiping the fine foam from the corner of her mouth and taking a piece. "It's delicious, believe me."
"Hmph. Since when did scaly creatures start to grow beards?" Don't be surprised, this is the daily life of Barton and Mrs. Quinn. The two have a very good relationship.
"From 5,000 years ago, the dragons of the Republic." Mrs. Quinn was already taking the third piece. "Not our lizards."
If Zach didn't join the conversation, he would be an outsider in the daily bickering between the two old ladies. Zach was not reduced to the point where he needed others to remind him of the meaning of being here, "This is Dragon Beard Cake, a Republican dessert, sweet and soft, Mrs. Barton, you should try it, you will like it."
"Really." Mrs. Barton glanced at Zach, "I did hear Laura mention that you have a chef from the Republic. I guess you are now an expert in Republican pastries." You can hear this. Resentment, Mrs. Barton was already impatient with waiting, and her eyes were fixed on the documents placed in front of Zach.
But before getting down to business, Zach still had other things that he cared about. He looked at Mrs. Quinn who had already picked up the fourth piece and said, "Ma'am, I don't think it's a good idea to eat so much of anything at one time."
"Greed is human nature." Mrs. Quinn began to say strange things, but is it really strange? Look at her wrinkled face, then look at Zach, our vampire, "Besides, I cherish every experience now, and I won't be able to eat it in the future."
Mrs. Barton looked away from the document, glanced at Zach irritably, and then at Mrs. Quinn, "Tsk." She temporarily put down her business, "Since the Saturday party, she did not attend and went to Glen After De came back, he started saying such incomprehensible things!"
Well, Mrs. Barton did call Zach yesterday and said she would talk about what Zach did to Mrs. Quinn later. Now is the 'later'.
Mrs. Barton glared at Zach, "What did you do!"
"We discussed, um, philosophy." Zach didn't need to respond, it was Mrs. Quinn who answered. Her eyes fell across Zach's face and then fell to Mrs. Barton, "Life is too short, especially for us, I I feel like I should enjoy it a little more while I still can.”
"Enjoyment?" Mrs. Barton curled her lips and confirmed, "Eating dragon's stubble is enjoyment." She picked up a piece of pastry that she had previously disliked. She must have practiced it, and then used facts to refute Mrs. Quinn's sophistry... But - "Uh... It's really good. Who did it?"
"I hired a new chef, do you want to borrow it?" Miraculously, the two old ladies returned to their daily routine, "I can make arrangements."
"Very good, arrangement." Mrs. Barton picked up the second piece and glanced at Zach, "Is there anything else we can eat from the dragon of the Republic? Expert." This field control ability is unmatched by anyone.
"Haha, I can't answer this question." When Zach lowered his head, his eyes stayed on Mrs. Quinn for a moment, and did not stop Mrs. Quinn from "enjoying more while you can." Everyone understands. Zach opened the document in front of him. Of course, it belonged to O'Neill Fury.
Mrs. Barton brought Zach here to Quinn Manor, so Zach felt he didn't need to avoid anything and started directly, "I got the treatment information that Green, the director of the nursing home, hid from the police."
Mrs. Button, who was holding the third piece of dragon beard cake, also had satisfaction on her face, "Very good, is there anything worth disclosing? Excessive treatment methods, illegal private agreements, revised psychological evaluations..." I understand what Mrs. Button is talking about. Well, talking about anything that could make a nursing home responsible for the death of a patient. Isn't that what she said to Zach on the phone yesterday? She had only one purpose, to make Green guilty.
At the same time, there is another thing we need to pay attention to. Mrs. Barton did not ask Zach where the information that the police could not obtain came from. Can you feel the blind trust in the air... Sorry, blind is a derogatory word. Let's all change it to a complimentary one.
"No." Zach told the truth - "O'Neill Fury's doctor does not belong to the sanatorium, nor to Barton. He is the exclusive doctor sent to Barton by his family. Even if there are any violations, they were all done before. , will not appear here. The only thing the documents here can prove is that O'Neal Furious has been discharged from the hospital, is in a good mental state, and has absolutely no suicidal thoughts."
"Hmph, that's not enough. I can't help Cologne from the Southern District Police Department if he insists on committing suicide. Well, let's add some illegal things to the mix." Mrs. Barton said casually and glanced at Mrs. Quinn. The plate in front of Madam was already empty, "I remember there was a psychiatrist at your asylum, um, Amelia Browne, right? How is this person? Is it easy to control... "
Can you imagine how many 'things' people in the West District decide so easily in such a harmonious afternoon tea atmosphere
"... How much do we need to give her so that she will be willing to do a little thing for us with her blink of an eye?"
Before looking at Mrs. Barton with a smile, Mrs. Quinn looked away from Zach, "Haha, why, don't you have anyone in this field? You need to borrow it from me."
"Of course." Mrs. Barton shrugged, "But I don't want to use my people." She looked at Zach, "Although I now hope that Green in the nursing home will bear the responsibility, the nursing home is mine after all. In the end, I will face the anger. It’s me who comes from the Nutao family.” Well, Mrs. Barton’s thinking was quite clear, “I don’t want the people in my hands to get too involved and give the Nutao family a handle.”
"It's too late." Zach spoke before Mrs. Quinn could respond. "Although Grande's rule is not to answer, I strongly suggest that Mrs. Barton ask you where the document in my hand comes from. of."
Mrs. Quinn probably felt that she did not need to participate, so she called on the servants to continue delivering cakes.
Mrs. Barton frowned and looked at Zach, "Where did you get these documents?"
"I can tell you, madam, what I said to the police, no, Chief Cologne himself." Before Mrs. Barton looked ugly and prepared to ask why Zach came into contact with Cologne himself, "When the 'suicide' occurred, we arrived at the scene as soon as possible. It's not just the police. Let's call it a third party first." Zach is talking nonsense. Don't believe it. "This third party has taken away all the information about O'Neal Fury. That's why Green insisted not to provide evidence. , because he didn’t have it, couldn’t get it out. And the police had to make a suicide judgment.”
"A third party." Mrs. Barton's face wrinkled, "A member of the Nutao family? That doctor?" Then came the wrong derivation started by Zach's deliberately acquiescent expression, "Tsk! I'm not surprised it would be them! First Time to collect the evidence and prevent their children’s information from flowing into the hands of Barton City’s law enforcers, and then being manipulated by Barton’s real manager, me, to prepare for future settlements! Tsk!” Looking at Zach, “Hmph. , I’m going to give you an extra reward, yes, you didn’t disappoint me.”
You understand, according to Mrs. Barton's erroneous deduction, the people of the Nutao family obviously want to master O'Neal's information themselves, not to be controlled by the local families in Barton City, and to gain advantages in future settlements. But now Zach is taking this information to have afternoon tea with Mrs. Barton. Who has O'Neal's information? Mrs. Barton thought it was herself.
To express this satisfaction, Mrs. Barton stretched her hand to the document in front of Zach.
Zach took the file and ducked away.
Mrs. Barton tilted her head with a gloomy look.
"I haven't finished speaking yet." Zach made a calming movement. "To be precise, these documents are borrowed. They still belong to the person who got them in the first place. I have to return them."
"What!" Mrs. Barton was going in the opposite direction of Xiao'an.
"The only reason I have these documents now is because I have an Indian friend. Haha." Zack joked inappropriately, "Not Mrs. Quinn."
Mrs. Quinn, who no longer knew which piece of dragon beard cake she was eating, shrugged very out of touch with the topic at this moment, "Of course not me, I'm only half Indian. Who? I may know you, Mu En?" , and also cooperated with Zach to expand the inappropriate joke.
"Uh." Mrs. Barton glared at Mrs. Quinn, "When something happened in your orphanage, I was always by your side! Now there is something going on in my nursing home, and you are here joking! It's interesting, it's really interesting!" This was a complaint. .
"Haha, I'm sorry." Mrs. Quinn still looked detached, "I just saw that you were too tense, so you don't need to be so serious. You entrusted Zach to it, right? This matter is in his hands, so what is there to worry about?" of."
It can be clearly seen that when Mrs. Barton looked back at Zach, her wrinkled face twitched and she was speechless. Finally, "Tsk! You'd better explain clearly."
"Okay." Zach kept smiling and nodded, "Fortunately, in our city of Patton, there is an Indian who is somewhat famous even though he is now retired to focus on taking care of his old age, Mrs. Sibella Gale..."
Zach was interrupted, "Hay Feng, that woman who flocked to the Barton Indians in large numbers before Paisying acquired a large amount of real estate and settled down, right?" Mrs. Barton looked at Zach in surprise (of course she was pretending) His face said, "Very well, I know everything about Barton! Barton is mine, I thought I already told you, remember!"
and Mrs. Quinn's "I should find a chance to meet this Sibella, it sounds good." Meanwhile, Zach's "I'll remember that."
Zach continued to smile and nodded, "O'Neill Raging Wave's doctor had nowhere to go after O'Neill was killed, so he temporarily hid with Sibella Blast and contacted the Raging Wave family in the middle..."
I was interrupted again by Mrs. Barton, "Are you reminding me that a third party really appeared to cause trouble for me? This Siberella Hayate?"
"No." Zach quickly shook his head, "I want to say, madam, you have more friends..."
"Friends?" Mrs. Barton smiled inexplicably and glanced at Quinn, "Why should I be friends with an Indian woman who bought land in Paisying? Oh, an old Indian woman who does charity, I have this one enough!"
"Because no matter what her original intention was for taking in the doctor, when I asked for help, she held the doctor - a member of the Nutao family - and then lent me these documents, wasn't it, Mrs. Barton?"
Mrs. Barton frowned, thought for a moment, and glanced at Zach suddenly, "Did you leak my commission?!" Sure enough, the idea was clear enough. At this time, she was not praising Zach for his extensive resources, but for his awareness. to Grande’s secrecy.
"I just told her that when the Barton police gave the judgment that it was suicide, you have an outsider here who has all the relevant documents of the 'suicide' to confirm that he is not a suicide. Then, I asked her, Sibella... Hayate, are you from Barton?"
Mrs. Barton frowned again, thinking for a little longer this time, and finally curled her lips, "You didn't answer my question, but I accept the answer." Still looking at Mrs. Quinn, "Humph, you're a philanthropist. How bad can an old Indian woman be?" Who would have thought that Mrs. Quinn, who was stuffing dragon beard cakes in her mouth, was there to assist.
Mrs. Barton waved her hand to Zach, "Okay, I understand, this Sibella is helping, but she doesn't need to know who she is helping!" This was probably Mrs. Barton's bottom line.
"Of course." Of course Zach Industrial would not tell the other party. The bottom line had been broken long ago. "Then, I need to say something practical." Zach still held it in his hand and did as he said, and would return it later. document, "Can I ask Mrs. Barton a question first?"
"ask."
"First of all, let me state that I don't mean anything else." Zach took precautions, "If, I'm just saying, if Kyle at the beginning of the year really killed Herman's son, Mrs. Barton, what would you do? "
The prevention did not have any effect. The whole wrinkles of Mrs. Barton's face were trembling, and her lips were moving so much that she could not see them opening and closing. "Lucky! He didn't!"
"Yeah." Zach nodded, nodded! She turned the document in her hand to Mrs. Barton, "This contains the crime statement of O'Neill Fury. Mrs. Barton, you know why O'Neill Fury entered the nursing home."
Without being answered, Zach continued, "Compared to Mrs. Barton, your grandson, Kyle, only fantasized about killing the children of a powerful family in the same city. Madam, your solution is to send Kyle to the Western Training Academy to be punished. . This O'Neill killed an entire family in the city where the Raging Waves family was located in the middle. The definition of massacre is more than a certain number of killings that occurred at the same point. What O'Neill did was to massacre, an entire family, everyone. ,die."
Zach paused for a moment, "I must say that Mrs. Barton is better at educating her children. Well, Kyle was punished just for fantasizing about killing someone. And this Raging Wave family, their children massacred someone Everyone of the bloodline received, well, can I say reward? After all, this document also contains O'Neal's living arrangements in the nursing home. In addition to not being able to move around too casually, I said..." Zach tilted his head, " He is enjoying his vacation..."
Was interrupted, "What on earth do you want to express!" Mrs. Barton.
"I want to express that we don't want to mess with this savage Furry family..." (.)