James looked at Zach with a sullen face as he took a key from the door eaves and opened the door.
"You should be happy. This means that Barton is a safe city." Zach said.
As a police detective who had lived in Barton City for two months, James could neither agree nor refute. With mixed emotions, he carried out the illegal invasion.
"No one." James glanced around the room.
"What do you think?" Zach closed the door and walked past James, "If anyone is there, I will knock on the door."
James's frown touched the bridge of his nose, causing a dull pain.
"Uh." Zach cut his fingertip, tore off the band-aid on his nose, threw it casually in the trash can next to the sand, and pressed the bloody finger on the bridge of James' nose.
James subconsciously protected the bridge of his nose. When he touched the bridge of his nose, the wound had disappeared and the swollen bridge of his nose had returned to its original state. James looked at the discarded band-aid in the trash can and prepared to pick it up. After all, this was someone else's home.
"No need to worry about it." Zach walked around Sha and walked to the bedroom in the back. "This person ran away."
James kept bending over and looked at the trash can. He also came to this conclusion, because there was a sour smell coming from the full trash can, which meant that the garbage had been fermenting here for at least three days. sky.
This is the apartment-style housing that most single people or families below the middle class would choose in the North District of Barton City. The location is more remote than the apartment of the former civil servant Wells, but the area seems to be larger. As for the interior , much better than Wells.
"What are you looking for?" James asked unhappily when he heard Zach starting to rummage through other people's bedrooms.
Zach stood in the bedroom, spreading his hands, "Looking for inspiration."
James looked at the things scattered around the vampire, including clothes, shoes, sundries...
Zach is not messing around. He has no idea what kind of 'species' the people who once lived here are, so he can only browse and read randomly.
First Zach has determined that this guy is not short of money. As a new arrival in a city, although he was not as exaggerated as James, he still had a much better life than locals like Wells. And this guy doesn't have a job, because he doesn't have a set of real formal clothes or work uniforms in his wardrobe. Most of them are casual formal jackets, which can't be considered formal wear.
Then this guy either has a special gender identity, is a prostitute, or is a playboy or something like that. Because Zach discovered many different sizes of women's breasts.
Finally, this is a very cautious guy. Aliens usually have things to hide, such as Zach’s blood bank, Benjamin’s hair and often torn clothes, the leftovers of the skinchangers…
And this guy seems to be nothing different from ordinary people except for his strange collecting habit.
Zach walked to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, frowned and fell into thinking.
"What did you find?" James asked as he came out from visiting the bedroom.
"His diet is very healthy." Zach raised his eyebrows, "For a human being."
James frowned, walked around Zach, opened the refrigerator, and looked through it. Vegetables, fish, chicken, eggs, milk... They were indeed very healthy, because there wasn't even a can of beer or soda.
Zach touched his chin and looked at the photos hanging on the wall. The man in the photos was about thirty years old. He was not very strong, but had a well-proportioned figure. In most of the photos, he looked happy and had a row of white teeth. It's enough to advertise a dental clinic, and the photos are taken in a variety of situations, such as fishing, mountain climbing, swimming, traveling... The photos are all Polaroids that can develop quickly. This camera has just been found by Zach.
"He might be an ordinary person." James looked around again and found nothing suspicious.
"A perfect ordinary guy who suddenly dropped everything and ran away," Zach added.
James heard something unusual, "What are you thinking about?"
"He's so perfect." Zach pointed to the photo on the wall. "He travels, does all kinds of things, has perfect teeth, and has an appearance that everyone envies." Zach pointed to the bedroom again, "He doesn't have to work. But he has enough money. Moreover." Zach tilted his head, "He is very popular with women. He has a pile of 'trophies'." Zach pointed to the kitchen again, "And his living habits are simply impeccable."
"So what are you thinking?!" James was very tired of the frustration of being prompted to this point and still not being able to get an answer.
"He's like a person in people's fantasies," Zach concluded.
I once asked about the classification of vampires and aliens, which is different from the previous question about social class.
The vampire explained this way: "Three types. They are very easy to distinguish. One is me, Benjamin, and Jin. Our differences come from our bodies. Our abilities are reflected in our physical bodies, including the enchanting pupil."
I understood, it was just brainwashing. It was rare for me to show off my intelligence in front of a vampire, so I motioned for the vampire to continue.
"Yes, I can understand it. The second type is the alien race that is based on the soul, just like Ryan."
"Exhibited with souls?" I thought about it, "Like angels, demons, etc.?"
After praising my understanding, the vampire reminded me: "These are two extremes, and there is an intermediate one, starting from the original Earthbinder, Shadow Man, Wandering Soul, Phantom Man, Dream Demon..."
I barely understood and continued to ask, "What about the third type?"
Zach thought for a while and decided to use a specific name to describe the third type to make it easier for me to feel, "You, Alice, Sibella, Papa Midnight..."
"oh."
Here, Zach’s second one.
"Do you think this Daniel is a 'phantom man'?" James half-opened his mouth, seeming to understand, but also confused, "I thought 'phantom men' would only appear in busy commercial places."
"No, 'phantom people' are easy to be born in places where money transactions are frequent." Zach pointed out the fact that money is the most important desire for people, so the illusions derived from it are also the most serious. But if the fantasy people don't Pursuing strong power, he can survive wherever there is opportunity. "You forget that he is a low-level alien who came to Barton City because of 'rumors'. It is normal that he pursues values other than those of mainstream aliens."
James frowned, "Does the Phantom Man have the ability to make people disappear and reappear?"
"If the timing is right and the desire is strong enough, the illusion can make anything come true." Zach explained.
James's face darkened again and he clenched his fists. The detective obviously didn't quite understand the difference between Phantom and Papa Midnight.
Zach glanced at him and said, "Your prejudice is too great. I need to remind you that Papa Midnight is a human being and an alien among you humans. Real aliens are not interested in playing with human emotions." Zach Adding, "Would you like to play a game with yourself during lunch before eating lunch?"
Zach's explanation didn't make James feel any better.
"They keep their souls alive by absorbing the fantasies of the aggregated people." Zach continued regardless of James who was glaring at him, "But the capacity of the soul is only so large. When it cannot be accommodated, it will naturally be expelled. Then the fantasy becomes a reality. , is a sad creature." Zach pointed at everything in the apartment, "These, these 'perfect' things, maybe only those photos are what he wants, and the rest all come from 'you' delusions. "
Why is Zach so delusional that he leads such a healthy and enviable lifestyle
Because they had nothing to gain, the two left Daniel's house and knocked on his neighbor's door. Just from the crack of the door that had just been opened, James could smell the smell of smoke. The thin man had dark circles under his eyes. He was obviously only less than thirty years old, but he looked as if he was about to die. He stared at the two Strange man, "Who are you looking for?"
Zach's red eyes didn't give the man any time to react, and he opened the door directly. James saw the room shrouded in smoke, which was a circle larger than Daniel's apartment. The dirty tables and chairs were covered with pizza. Boxes and empty wine bottles…
Zach asked a few casual questions about his neighbors, excused himself, and knocked on another door.
In a cold and damp room, a fat middle-aged man was wearing only a piece of underwear that had not been washed for an unknown period of time. There was a nauseating smell emanating from his whole body, and he was holding a wad of crumpled toilet paper in his hand. .
Zach also asked a few questions and said goodbye.
Knocking at another house, the boy holding the wheelchair looked at the two strange men, "What's the matter? Sir."
The vampire sighed in his heart, it turned out that those photos were not 'real' either. Zach's brief daze allowed James to get ahead.
"We came to find Daniel, but he's not here. Do you know where he went?" James tried to calm his heart, which was raging because he saw reality and delusion coexisting.
"Who are you?" The young man suddenly became alert, his thin hands already pressed on the wheels of his wheelchair.
James pressed the door that the teenager wanted to close, "I am James Lance! We are not bad guys, I am the Barton Police Department, Detective Lance!" James put his shoulder against the door and took out the His own police badge, "We suspect that Daniel is missing and are investigating, hoping to find him."
Zach did not disturb James and stood watching.
The young man looked at James' police badge and remained alert, "He is not missing, he just went on a trip."
James glanced at Zach. The first two people only had three words about Daniel's whereabouts, "I don't know." And this boy seemed to be helping Daniel get out of 'trouble' for some reason.
"Where did you travel?" James asked.
"I don't know." The boy replied staring at James.
James did not give up and still used the way of thinking of a human police detective to obtain information, "Do you know his contact information? Phone number? We need to contact him to know that he is not a missing person..."
Zach couldn't stand it anymore, so he pushed James away, took out a business card, handed it to the disabled boy, and put his face in front of the boy: "Grand House, Zach. What's your name?" name?"
The young man looked at the business card and then looked at Zach in confusion, "You are not a police officer."
"I'm not." Zach smiled, "You don't need to trust me, but I want to ask, has Daniel ever asked you to stand up?"
The young man's pupils narrowed and he pressed his hands on the door, trying to close it!
"I guess he did." Zach blocked the door effortlessly and looked at the boy with red eyes, "Tell Daniel that I have something to ask him. The phone number is on the business card."
Zach let go of his hand and the door slammed shut.