After calling the farm, Zach took action.
"Why do I feel like going out with you will be bad?" Mo didn't hide his doubts.
"Don't you want to care about No. 2's 'becoming an alien' process?" Zach took control of the steering wheel and got out of Grande. Bain really told the truth. None of Zach's current outings were related to the funeral work. As he said this, he looked helplessly at O'Neill Nutao, who was floating outside the car window and always covering the rearview mirror, "Why did you follow me?"
"If Sam was here, I could still exchange witchcraft with him, but he is at work and I have nothing to do. Why not go see the humans who are like me and find ways to become 'ghosts' to get some reference."
"'No. 2' lives in Paisying, you may run into Sibella." Zach reminded kindly.
This 'good intention' was accepted. O'Neal curled his lips and deliberately passed through the car and drifted away to the east. He should have gone to the Saint's Villa to find his brother of the dead in heaven.
There was still a little bit left in the car ride, and Zach glanced at the bored Mo in the passenger seat, "Tell me the truth, does O'Neal have any hope of becoming a 'ghost' like you?"
"There's probably no hope." Mo Huanzhen was straightforward, shaking his head, "Maybe it's the language gap, maybe it's the cultural difference. I don't know how to tell you, 'birth' is not 'becoming'. I was born as a ghost, not as a person." Ghost. It’s not a difference in words, these two things are inherently different.”
Zach shouldn't have asked, he didn't understand. But Zach knew a fact - Harrison was resurrected and reborn. We can only hope that everything is possible.
"Are there many ghosts in the Republic?" Zach asked another question.
"How should I put it? It's enough, it's enough to make your secret alliance uncomfortable. Every time they try to get the republicans to start worshiping blood and immortality and support them, there will be republican ghosts who will make them realize that if the republicans continue to We don’t worship local gods, so don’t expect them to worship white-skinned ghosts like you.” Mo smiled at Zach, “I told you, the Republic is not easy to mess with~”
"Very good~" Zach also smiled, turned on the radio, and enjoyed the ride.
There was nothing good in the midday news, some boring daily news about Barton - the two mayoral candidates had a friendly meeting, Bishop was still lying in the hospital, the security in Port Massa was still bad, the streets of Barton were controlled by the Quinn Group in the asylum It became a lot cleaner after that (there were no more homeless people)... Let’s just gossip about the boring daily life in the neighboring city - the mayor’s position in Newton is still vacant, and the state government wants to appoint one...
Look, boring stuff.
arrive.
Zach asked Mo to knock on the door, while he stood far away and looked at this neighborhood that combined Paisiying and Back Bay. Chapman used to live here. For families with average financial strength and who don't want to end up in Pai Siying, this place is good.
"Mo?" The woman who opened the door didn't know if she was surprised or frightened. She looked at Mo at the door and said, "Uh... wait a minute, the house is very messy." As she said that, she left the door open and quickly ran back into the house and started to clean up. What.
"Did you rob the mall?" Mo entered the door and subconsciously covered his mouth and nose, looking at the room that was packed with piles and leaving only one aisle, "Uh, what are these..." Mo Suifan said from behind, almost touching the wall. A bag of stuff was pulled out from the same tight pile of things, "Mothballs?" He looked up at the pile of things that was pushed to the ceiling, "A whole side of mothballs, uh..."
"Tamu's." A voice came out of nowhere, "He likes to hoard things, all kinds of things, so..."
Now you know why Zach stood so far away. The smell of mothballs emanating from No. 2's house is already the good part.
Mo glanced outside the room, "I knew there would be nothing good going out with you!"
"You don't need to remain physical." Zach pulled up the brim of his hat, wiped his sunglasses, and leaned against the front of the car leisurely, "I'll wait for you here." This meant that he would never go in.
Mo decided to take revenge. When he closed the door, his figure disappeared. "Have you had any enlightenment recently? Do you have any experience on the understanding of birth? Do you have any questions that you need me to answer?" This revenge is to let the vampire slowly walk outside. wait.
Zach didn't mind, really didn't mind. Basking in the sun is a privilege~Some people need Pinyin to get the privilege~Isn’t it~
Well, Zach's feeling of privilege and superiority lasted for ten minutes, and he opened the car door, ready to temporarily escape his privileges.
Wait a moment.
"Chapman?" Zach's body had just retracted into the car and came out again, looking at the policeman walking across the sidewalk with his head lowered.
Chapman was stunned for a moment, raised his head, and looked at Zach's face, which was mostly covered by a hat and sunglasses, "Zach?" Then with a nervous look on his face, he crossed the front of the car directly, stuffed Zach back into the car, and then He also got into the car, "Why are you here??"
"Good afternoon to you too." Zach looked at Chapman's nervous face and expressed his doubts with greetings.
"Uh..." Chapman scratched his head and began to look around cautiously.
"Is someone looking for you?" Zach followed Chapman's gaze and looked around, but found nothing.
"Uh... no... I just don't want to be seen by acquaintances!"
Zach blinked, "Okay." Didn't he just remind Chapman that he originally lived here? Zach asked the other party to listen attentively, "No one is paying attention here."
Chapman breathed a sigh of relief and looked a little embarrassed, "Uh, thank you."
The atmosphere stopped being weird, and Zach shrugged, "No." He said casually, "Do you need help?"
"Uh..." This hesitation was almost written all over Chapman's face, "I uh... I want to..."
"If you don't want to say it, just pretend I didn't." Zach was very considerate, "I didn't see you." He pointed to the car door, which meant that Chapman could get out at any time and do whatever he wanted.
The hesitation was gone, "You can help me!" Chapman shook his head, "Don't help me, help Wander!"
"Wander?" Zach curled his lips, "What happened to her?"
"Well, she once hid her tentacle clones in various places in Barton..." Chapman looked disgusted, "trapped them with her bones and scattered them all over Barton to keep an eye on the body that can be used at any time. Uh, container.”
Zach blinked, "Wandel still keeps his bones?" This is a magical thing. A foreign soul actually misses his body so much.
"Well, that's what she said. After all, it was her real body, which has a stronger sense of existence than the shadow..." When Zach curled his lips, Chapman shook his head again, with an annoyed look on his face, "That's not the point. She buried one in my house before! My house!"
Zach opened his mouth and understood a little, "Oh, your son, she has already targeted the person who may die of illness at any time, and is ready to possess your son. No wonder she will allow you to retain your self-awareness when she possesses you. Are you still willing to help you deal with the aftermath, for the sake of this alternative container, haha..." When Zach saw Chapman's face beginning to twist, he digressed at the right time. He needed to calm down Chapman's excitement. "How is your son? James said he recovered last time. How is he doing recently?"
"Well..." It was very effective, and you could clearly see Chapman's expression softening a little, "He's fine, thank you."
Zach waved his hand, "No, are you going to take back these bones now?"
"Yes!" Chapman became irritated again, "But Wandel can't find the container in Barton now..." Speechlessly, "She wants someone to dig it out for her."
"Oh." Zach began to blink again, looked out the car window at the bright streets and houses illuminated by the midday sun, and smiled, "Then you really chose a good time to come here, couldn't you come at night? "
"She keeps harassing me! I can't work! I don't dare to touch anything in the police station! Every time I touch her, I'm stuck with her! Once I'm stuck with her, all kinds of, uh, tentacles touch me …”
Inexplicably, the picture is embarrassing.
Zach just wanted to laugh, "You understand that Shadow Man's tentacles have no physical effect. You can feel it just because you have been possessed by her. Apart from the sense of existence acknowledged by you, she can't do anything to you. matter."
"I know, I know!" Chapman shook his head irritably. This is true. Chapman has personal experience of the definition of the shadow man's 'presence', "But it's just uncomfortable! It's worse than the devil." It’s even more uncomfortable to come to the police station and assign me tasks!”
"Okay, let me help you." Zach glanced at No. 2's house. The ink was still stained inside and probably wouldn't come out for a while. "Do you have anything that can indicate the location of Wander's remains?"
Chapman took out a small bottle from his pocket with a look of discomfort on his face. A black substance of unknown texture was rolling around at the bottom of the bottle. Occasionally, one or two tentacles came out and climbed down the wall of the bottle. Of course, they touched the bottom of the bottle. The top of the seal is falling back...
"I've heard it all. This is the first time I've been described as uncomfortable, forget it." The black lump made a sound, and when it fell to the bottom of the bottle again, its tentacles gathered into an arrow, "Please be gentle, Zach , I’m very old, don’t break me.”
Remember, Wander once said that she was over a hundred years old.
Zach smiled and took the vial, got out of the car, and walked in the direction pointed by the arrow, leaving Chapman huddled in the car and looking around.
Chapman's original home was not far from here, but Zach didn't use any extraordinary speed. He was walking because he had something to say.
"Wandel, what do you want to do?" He asked in such a questioning tone, and here's why, "You don't need to trouble yourself or Chapman for this kind of thing, Sibella can help you, why, why do you have to do it yourself? .Are you hiding something from Sibella?"
"Will you tell Si Bella?" He asked in return.
"It depends on how you answer."
"It's Papa Midnight." The answer made Zach raise his eyebrows at the beginning, "Papa Midnight three years ago not only took things from other alien races, but also took something from me."
Zach turned back and nodded to Chapman in the car, turned around, went around the corridor between the houses, and easily jumped over the dividing fence, "Don't be ridiculous, you are a soul alien, Papa does not need to come from midnight." You can take anything with you." These words were already disguised to take care of Wander's self-esteem - shadow people are everywhere, Barton's sea creature murlocs, retired wing people, the inheritors monopolized by the Western Sabbat... This is It is a rare species, Wander is no different from the shadow people everywhere, Papa Midnight can take it as he wants, Wander is not needed.
"This is prejudice!"
When Wander was upset, Zach picked up the land in front of the narrow backyard porch, squatted down and started digging.
"Since the beginning of Barton's establishment, I have been hiding in this city, the shadow of this city, and the sense of existence of this city! Everything in this city, everything that exists or has existed in the past, is in the imprint of my soul! I represent Barton better than any of the other aliens in Barton!”
Zach was digging the soil quite quickly. Just as Wander's unexpectedly reasonable words made Zach roll up his sleeves to his fingers, his whole forearm was stuck in the soil, groping for something. Cunning didn't comment on Wander's words, "I touched a box, is this it?"
"Yes! My pelvic bone! Be careful! It's very fragile..."
Then Zach should be careful and expand the space of the underground box little by little, "Then, why is this? Didn't you tell Sibella that your soul mark was taken away by Papa Midnight, and now you are recycling the remains? what is the relationship?"
"John!" There was irritation in these words, "John was unhappy that what Papa Midnight did with the Barton aliens was handed over to the black witch for study, and he gave Sibella a bad idea! He said that he wanted to understand what Papa Midnight did, then Let’s try to do it ourselves!”
Zach tilted his body and raised his eyebrows. Wandel continued, "I have been secretly following John's research progress. He has begun to speculate, tsk, about the 'alien formula table', and always incites Sibella to let the aliens take the initiative. Tell them what was taken away, and the black witch who harassed Newton, demanding to share the things taken away by the aliens." Then there was the speechless helplessness, "That guy is a genius, he uses the repulsiveness between aliens After making inferences, the formula table produced contains the scales of mermaids, eggs of winged men, and the flesh of inheritors..." These things that overlap with the truth are not Wandel's focus, this is, "My soul mark! If he He even deduced the 'ingredients' that no one knew about, and I don't think there's anything wrong with his inference! He can create that thing! What's in Trisha's belly!"
Zach would not make any comment, and started to pull out the metal and rusty box that was stuck in the soil.
It's only about the size of a palm. Zach is ready to open it and take a look. After all, uh, this pelvis is a bit small...
"Don't!" Wandel stopped him, "There aren't many left! Don't let it touch the air!"
Zach curled his lips and said, "Okay." He patted the dirt on it, put it in his arms, and prepared to return the same way. The conversation was going to continue, "Then, you put the important soul imprint on yourself. On his remains? So, you don’t want John to take it away?”
"Otherwise!" He affirmed, "You are the boss of the funeral industry. Don't you have any idea about the corruption of human bones? I don't have much left! I am going to keep these things that are only mine! I will not give them to anyone, especially It’s John! For his damn research!”
"Okay, I won't tell Sibella, your secret is safe with me." Walking back onto the street, Zach nodded and smiled at Chapman in the car, "What about him, you know Sibella It’s not like Bella and the devil don’t communicate.”
"Why do you think he hesitated to tell you just now? He promised me not to leak the secret! He owes me, he believes in him!" There was no surprise, "Uh! Vampire, you are confusing, in this city No matter who trusts whom, everyone will finally come together - everyone trusts you! Are you happy?"
"Haha, yes, thank you." Zack replied, "Yi, I will inform the black witch in Newton of this new information."
"Uh, let them keep it a secret! Please!" (.)