There was a hum of motivation outside the Grand House, from far to near. After a while, Old Hank led a man into the office.
Hank surprisingly did not curse or humiliate the guests. After bringing the guests, he silently returned to the exhibition hall and continued his daily work of wiping the coffin.
The person who arrived was all black, with only the cuffs having white edges, a silver cross on the collar of his round-necked shirt, and his slightly gray hair combed meticulously. This is a priest, Father Constantine, who resides in the church northwest of the Grand House cemetery.
Zach stood up, opened the seat for the priest, and put away the wine glass on the desk with a slight apology.
Constantine smiled and saluted Grande's master and sat down, "Mr. Grande doesn't need to change his habits because of my arrival. Just don't drink too much and have a negative impact on your life."
Zach's eyes swept across the silver light on the priest's collar and smiled: "Yiran, this is not a good habit." Sitting back at his desk, Zach asked inquiringly, "What's the matter with Father today?"
Today is Sunday, and most of the people who worship in the South District are old people who don’t need to work. When there is nothing to do, faith becomes the most important part of life. Of course, they will not go to the church next to the cemetery for worship, but to the Gospel Hall where the church is located to the east.
The church in the northwest of the Grand House cemetery has only been guarded by Father Constantine, two priests and a few nuns for a long time.
There was a hint of apology on Constantine's face, "I'm afraid the funeral this afternoon will be postponed. When the nuns were preparing in the early morning, they found that the altar in front of the altar had cracked and collapsed. We have already called the church, please Someone came to repair it, but today is Sunday and they can only come in the afternoon.”
Zach was a little surprised. The altar is a stepped wooden cabinet, placed on both sides of the altar with the statue of the Son. There are usually rows of candles placed on it. "No one was injured, right? The statue of the Son was not damaged, right?"
Constantine smiled, crossed himself on his chest, and thanked Zach for his concern. "No one was injured, and the statue of the Holy Child was not damaged. It's just that the altar was a little decayed because of its age."
Zach relaxed a little, opened the drawer, and pulled out a document, which was an appointment for a funeral this afternoon. Zach did not offer to help, because all the items in the church are under the control of the church, and ordinary people can fund it, but they are not eligible for changes, including repairs.
Zach smiled at Constantine: "Let me explain, I think the other party will understand."
Constantine still had an apologetic look on his face. He knew that what was happening recently was not a real funeral, but a tomb moving. Most of the grave-moving customers are directly transferred to the east branch (mill) of the Grand House for cremation. The people who come to the Grand House for burial are all famous people.
In the past few days, there has been a pseudo-funeral ceremony like this every day. As the leader of the church, Father Constantine himself also knew that the appointments at their church had been scheduled until next week. One game is postponed, which means every game will be postponed.
Zach looked at Constantine's expression and smiled: "Don't worry, priest. It is not difficult for those from the West End to temporarily decide on a new church."
Constantine raised his eyebrows, thought about it, and nodded helplessly.
Zach started making phone calls to clients, a process that was not as easy as Zach's. After all, the funeral was decided at least three days in advance, and the invitations and decorations had been arranged in advance. However, sudden changes on the day made this already unpleasant event even more unpleasant.
Father Constantine did not make it too difficult for Zach and explained it himself. No one would be angry with a priest, so the matter was settled satisfactorily.
Although our vampire Zack didn't have much effect because the contact was via phone, Father Constantine still thanked him before leaving.
After watching the priest leave, Zack breathed a sigh of relief, and the afternoon was free. Although Quest's 'additional' commission had not come yet, there was nothing wrong with the vampire investigating in advance.
Zach originally wanted to go out with Benjamin before noon to investigate the names on the list given by James. However, before Zach could drag the werewolf out of bed to catch up on his sleep, the owner of the list arrived.
Benjamin squinted his hazy eyes, glanced at the sullen James, and lay back on the bed, "Don't stay here, get out."
Zach reluctantly left the warehouse and walked to the office, "James, as a police detective, you always seem to leave your partner behind and act alone. Is this really okay?"
James had a ridiculous band-aid on his nose and curled his lips: "Today is Sunday, Coulson went to church."
Zach raised an eyebrow, "Is Coulson a Holy Bishop?"
"It's none of your business." James seemed to realize now that he didn't need to explain his actions to the vampire.
Zach looked sideways at James, turned around, and did not enter the Grand House.
"Where are you going?" James was already standing on the back porch of the Grand House, but saw Zach walking directly to his car parked in the backyard.
"Follow, James." Zach opened the back door without looking back, "You drive."
James frowned, but he couldn't do anything to the vampire, so he could only get in the car obediently.
"Where to go." James subconsciously looked in the rearview mirror to see the vampire sitting in the back seat. Obviously, he couldn't see anyone except his own back seat, so he had to pull on the seat belt and turn around.
Zach took out the list and pointed to one at random: "Here."
James frowned, started the car, and drove away from Grande.
"The disappearance of Mr. and Mrs. Quest was probably caused by aliens." James looked at the blank space in the rearview mirror and shook his head, trying to get rid of his irritation.
There was no sound behind him, and for a moment, James thought there was no one in the back seat.
"Answer me!" It seemed that shaking his head could not dispel the irritation, and James' eyebrows furrowed more tightly. His knuckles holding the steering wheel were a little white, and the car was already moving. He didn't want to turn around and glare at the vampire, so he could only stare at the empty rearview mirror, "Can't you sit in the front!"
"Sunshine." Zach said lazily.
James was speechless for a moment, and it took him a long time before he spoke again, "The Questers..."
"Okay James." Zach's voice came from behind, "I really have nothing to tell you, because even I don't know, otherwise I wouldn't be lucky with your list."
"but… "
"I know, I know." Zach seemed to have no energy to go around in circles with James, "Do you think the way they appear is too weird? There are not many things that can do this, but there are also quite a few. For example, Pa With Pa Midnight’s witchcraft, even Sibella can do it. So James, don’t ask me, you can leave your energy to the guy we will meet next.”
James took a few deep breaths and stopped asking questions. The reason was not that he listened to the vampire, but that he had already heard the swallowing sound behind him. The vampire was replenishing food in order to dispel the lethargy. And James knew that the best food for vampires was humans.