James looked out of breath, and Zach had no obligation to help him relieve his mood. Speaking of which, if Zach hadn't pushed James' emotions to this extreme blind corner before - Coulson, Darcy, Zach, James' emotions were like scraps of paper being drawn into a dead end, and he could only Wandering in vain.
But now, doesn’t James have a heart-to-heart talk, oh, someone with whom he can honestly talk and relieve all his troubles~ So it doesn’t matter if Zach presses a little harder. Just like a person who is keen on muscle training, for every point on the muscle wall, the weight must be increased by one point. It is a very simple principle.
Zach nodded to the two detectives, pushed back the file in front of him, "Nice to meet you, goodbye." He left, preparing to meet with Bumi.
Going downstairs, I heard the noise in the office - it was Coulson who forcibly grabbed James who was about to chase Zach. He smiled and shook his head and ignored it. James couldn't catch up. Coulson was very reasonable.
But as soon as he reached the door, Zach raised his eyebrows. It seemed that the meeting with Bumi would have to be postponed for a while—
Leon came, making noise in the backyard.
"Hey! Madison! That's not kind! I should have known I came with you!" Madison shouted to the patio window of the living area, "It took an unreasonable detour! In the end, I came back to Grande."
Madison ignored it and helped Ms. West to continue the visit. Zach looked at Leon's slightly dilated pupils and said, "Is something wrong?"
"Ah!" Leon jumped in front of Zach and gently touched Zach's shoulder with his fingers instead of the self-cooked enthusiasm that was expressly forbidden to him. "I'm looking for you! It's been a long detour~ Pai Siying, Port of Marsa, back again~"
Zach didn't ask much, "What are you doing with me?"
"I resigned!" Leon looked at the closed door of Benjamin's warehouse, "What's going on over there?"
"Resign? Does Madison know?" Looking at the direction of the new living area, employee Bain's wife came down with West and Madison carrying a baby basket and seemed to be chatting.
Zach listened for a while, but it was nothing more than the changes in Grande Funeral Home during this period. Bain's wife spoke sincerely about how good Grande was to its employees, and how much Bully Allen did to others. The words written in the newspaper How untrue Rand is... Nice words, of course.
Zach stopped listening and asked Leon, "Did Jessica ask you to leave the mill?"
"Yeah~" Leon always felt like he was ready to touch Zach, "I have been reassigned~ Please help me write a recommendation~ for my new 'boss'~" The tone was also very strange, as if It can be a metaphor for something.
"The new 'boss'." Zach just repeated the way Leon said it, "If you recommend it, wouldn't it be better to let Madison write it? Do you need me to do it?"
"Haha, I need~" Leon walked around the house and found that Zach had no intention of entering the house. He raised his eyebrows and glanced upstairs, where the two police detectives were still arguing fiercely. Leon returned to the back porch with a wicked smile on his face, "Do you need my help up here? I'm very good at fanning the flames. I can bring out their worst looks, and be more intense."
"No need." Zach smiled, waved his hand, and sat down on the bench. "If you have any recommendations, tell me."
"Newton's Angel Crowley~" Leon sat down next to Zach, "Newton needs someone to manage the souls who belong to hell~"
Zach glanced at Leon, "Fallen Angel sent you there? Why aren't you a higher-level demon?"
"How do I know~" Leon looked at Zach with a playful look on his face, "Haha~ Our gate to hell is in the hands of that low-level demon named Mike~ So, no one knows how our fallen angel leader distributes responsibilities~"
"Congratulations?" Zach shrugged, "Is this considered a promotion? What do you need from me?"
"You wouldn't expect the angel Crowley to trust any demon, so I need recommendations from people she trusts~"
"You want to ask for a life-saving amulet?" Zach smiled, already understanding, "Haha, going to a city of angels makes you nervous?"
"It's necessary!" Leon replied with a smile, straightened his sitting posture, and patted his thighs that were close together - a black ball jumped on his legs, "I'm not a big shot, I'm just humble, inferior, evil, and a devil It’s just~ I’m going to the noble, great, holy~ city of angels alone, how can I be so happy~ Biscuit, you call me Biscuit, right~ Little Biscuit~~" He started scratching the black cat’s chin.
Zach and the black cat who enjoyed scratching looked at each other, and did not comment on Leon's comparison - "Biscuit, what a casual name." Zach was very good at avoiding the important and taking the easy.
"Meow~"
He waved his hand and looked away, "No need for recommendation. Just ask the black witches and ask them to help you bring a message to the angel."
"No." He actually refused, "Write something for me~ Whatever, describe my 'role', so that my new 'boss' can fully understand who I am~ lest I end up working in her city. Order something, she can’t accept it, it would be bad if she gave me some kind of trial~”
Zach smiled, "You are quite interesting. Haha, are you planning to do something in Newton? Haha, let the people in that city take a breath."
"How unfair~" Leon rubbed the black cat's belly, "They are all demons who came to the world. Although Newton's demons were all wiped out, they at least enjoyed the world again~ What about us? We have nothing~ Poor me, I shouldn’t have followed the fallen angel in the first place~ It’s not fair to have to tie my hands and feet after finally letting him go for a while... Ouch!! It hurts! Bad cat!”
The sudden change in tone made Zach look at Leon's hand, which showed three blood stains. He raised his eyebrows and glanced at the black cat licking his paws. He didn't know what he was thinking, "Okay, I'll write a recommendation for you."
"Thank you." Leon stretched out his arm to pick up the black cat and handed it to Ms. West, who trotted over after hearing the cry of pain. The fun just now disappeared, and Leon now looked angry, "It scratched me! Bad cat! It should be punished! It is the owner's duty to teach pets not to hurt people!"
"Yes, I'm sorry!" West took it apologetically, "It must be hungry." As he said that, he took out the snacks from his pocket and fed them to the black cat who deserved punishment.
Leon curled his lips and covered his hands unwillingly, "I hope you gave it the vaccine! What if there is tetanus! You have to be responsible!"
Didn't Leon just say what he was good at? This is probably the material to write a 'recommendation' to Zach now.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Ms. West apologized eagerly, "No, it has been vaccinated... I'm sorry." Some people looked at Zach for help, "But, the wound should be treated quickly to avoid infection... "
Zach was very cooperative, "Go upstairs, I have a medical kit." It wasn't completely cooperative. Leon's covered hand and the wound on the demon container had not healed. At the same time, Zach had also felt that Leon was using the power of the devil, but it had no effect.
"Are you sure?!" Leon was probably a little confused now, his eyes were expressive, his black pupils were dilating and shrinking slightly, and he felt a little confused, "It hurts! It feels like it's burning..."
Everyone was stunned, and Leon fell to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut off.
A second later, Leon got up again, confused, "Fa, it happened..."
Zach hugged Leon before anyone could react, "The most important thing now is to take care of the injury on your hand. You don't want it to get infected, right." He walked into the house.
Ms. West should have wanted to follow, but, "Hey! Biscuit! Don't run around..." So, it was Madison who followed.
Madison almost felt dizzy, and his vision was shrouded in red. Fortunately, this red color is not for him.
"Leon was expelled back to hell, and it was his container that woke up."
Chihong retreated from Madison's sight, "Don't be dazed, come up with me. Do you know the original life of Leon's container? Tell me, before Leon comes back, give this poor man 'his current life'..." (.)