Some things cannot be put off, they will come when they are supposed to come.
When Danny Imaginary's colorful light fell on the Heritage Farm accompanied by the sunlight directly above, Zach was having an intermission discussion with Bumi.
"Erasing instant memories is not in line with my personal habits." Zach was stacking blocks with the snack cans he had emptied. "I only made this thing so that people would not be recognized when I encounter trouble."
"It's for running away." Bumi summed it up.
"Well, it's more accurate. It's used to hide from people. So you don't have to think too hard. It's not too complicated to manipulate memory. Novel is more suitable for using this technique than me." Zach handed this technique to Bumi , "It can instantly erase the gap in being noticed when you are close and controlling the shadow."
"So..." Bumi was trying to understand, "The person who is close to me will not realize that I borrowed his shadow. I not only disappeared from his sight, but also disappeared from his cognition. He was unconsciously defensive. , it will be easier for me to attack.”
"Exactly." Zach nodded, "Then it's easy to understand. I want this technique to be useless. Toledo's battle relies almost on attracting the enemy's attention and making the enemy fully aware of Toledo's existence. I need a sense of presence. The sense of presence is so strong that the other party's eyes refuse to leave me. It is best to always be shrouded in my charming eyes. On the complete opposite, Novel, who has the advantage of staying in the dark, you are more suitable for this. A skill, whether it’s fighting or something else.”
"Okay, then, teach me."
Zach directly passed his arm over, looking at the phantoms gathered in front of him with dazzling colorful lights, and glanced at the castle made of empty wine bottles, "Are you here to deliver lunch to me? ?”
"No." Danny, who was like an overloaded human-shaped light sign, actually sat down directly next to Zach, "There are two people in Grande now, and they are all 'hoping' for you to return to Grande, so... "Fantasy Danny was helpless, "I am controlled by this 'hope', so I came here to ask you to go back."
"Am I so popular?" This means that in the current state of being overflowing with lust, these two people really want to see Zach.
Zach withdrew his arm, which was healing rapidly, and glanced at Bumi to confirm whether the other party had received the knowledge he wanted to convey.
Bumi raised her eyebrows and nodded, "I have to practice."
Zach pointed to the house and said, "Go to Cliff." Since Linda no longer came to supervise whether the two vampires would destroy the private property of their farm, only Cliff came.
Bumi left in a happy mood, and then Zach looked back at Danny and asked, "Who?" It was a bit dazzling.
"Mrs. Fiona Falcon, and Mr. Quest."
Zach curled his lips, "Isn't it embarrassing that these two people just met in Grande?" It's not surprising, neither of them came here because of funeral matters, so, "Hey, you come here too Grande just accepted this commission, hahaha, what a coincidence, so am I."
But Danny's answer was surprising, "No." He looked at Zach a little confused, "Mrs. Falcon seemed to know what Mr. Quest was here for, and she mocked him mercilessly. The original words were, 'Don't insult. Insult yourself, insult Smith, insult us West Enders, including you, and don't insult Grande here, you're useless with Zach, Smith didn't do any silly pranks on your supermarket, we're busy.'"
Zach raised an eyebrow, more like what Fiona would say, "What did Quest say?"
"Angry, but afraid to express it, 'That bastard Zachary Grande, get back here,' is even more intense."
Zach looked at Danny, who was shining brightly in the sun, and nodded slightly with a smile, "Okay, I won't make you sad anymore, their plan has come true, I will go back now."
The scorching light faded from Danny's body, and the guy had a relaxed expression on his face, "Thank you."
Zach waved his hand and put away the 'castle', "I also need to go back to replenish it. Will you go back together?"
"Well, I want to go out." Danny shook his head, "I want to buy some farewell gifts for my friends."
Danny only had one friend, Zach smiled, nodded, and started digging into his wallet. Our vampire, what a good boss~ But.
"Uh, no need, I have money."
Zach was still taking out his wallet and smiled, "If there is another 'little thing' about a bunch of gold and silver disappearing in Barton, I will have a headache." He is talking about the ability of the phantom person. You may still remember that we first introduced it Huan Ren once said that Huan Ren is 'invincible' in places with intensive financial transactions. Why? Since the beginning of human civilization, people's desire for money has been endless. But Danny is not a street person, right? When he returns to Grande, the stores he patronizes may cry.
"Uh, no, I have real money." Danny looked a little shy, "Louise paid us wages."
"Oh." Zach put his wallet back. A little embarrassed, Zach realized that he had never paid Danny a salary, "Then go ahead."
Danny dispersed the colored light and disappeared. In the room, Cliff kept repeating "Don't stand in front of me suddenly!... Don't stand in front of me suddenly!... Don't stand in front of me suddenly..." When it was revealed that Bumi's training was going very well, Zach returned to Grande .
Hey, we all know how stained Zach is. No one wants to see how Zach walks back to Grande step by step. Okay, let's focus on something interesting.
Patton Police Department.
Coulson, who had just attended church with his family and was rarely home to enjoy a family lunch, still had some food residue hanging from the corner of his mouth, jumped out of the car, rushed into the police station, found James' location, and ran straight over.
"What are you doing!" He whispered, but full of irritability, "Didn't we agree to hide from the director these days? Why are you here!" That's not the point. The point is, "You were named! You were named. Forget it! Why did you drag me along!"
James closed the file in front of him and glanced at his partner, "I'm going to report it to Darcy..." without adding the honorific title of director, "I've reported the case, don't you want to come? You want me to be alone?" Are you going to report it? Do you trust me to tell you the facts of the case to your satisfaction? Do you trust me to close this case without offending anyone?"
Yes, James also learned this kind of parallelism that questions people's hearts.
The corners of Coulson's eyes twitched twice, and he grabbed the case in James' hand, "No! I don't trust you!" This is no longer because the veteran senior doesn't trust the junior junior, but because he worked hard to climb to this position. The old police detective does not trust his partner who carries the aura of 'Lance'. The truth is that simple, Coulson has expressed it more than once.
James didn't resist and shrugged, "Then let's go up, Liszt is here too."
"Tsk!" Coulson wiped his mouth irritably, adjusted his clothes, followed James, and did not forget to explain, "Don't talk! Don't say a word! I'll tell you!"
James nodded obediently and pressed the elevator button. His whole body exuded a feeling of "everything is lifeless", a bit ethereal.
The elevator that was originally on the second floor came down quickly. When the door opened, Chapman inside raised his eyes and naturally put the yellowed case file he was looking through behind him. "Detective Lance." Nodding, a sign of respect from subordinates to superiors. , "Detective Coulson." Get out of the way of the elevator and walk away.
James' ethereal feeling disappeared, "Chap..."
"Come back!" As soon as he took a step forward, Coulson grabbed the belt and pulled it back. Coulson pointed to the case file opened in his hand with an impatient look on his face, "Didn't I tell you to ask the forensic doctor to send the body to him quickly? Should the funeral home be returned to the family? Why is it still in the forensic department?"
James curled his lips and watched Chapman walk away in the crack of the elevator door. He could only give up and glared at Coulson, "Ford won't answer. Don't you know that the funeral industry is stagnating now? Anyone who doesn't have urgent funeral needs The bodies are in the public morgue!”
"Tsk! Annoying!" Coulson pursed his lips, and then murmured, "It's hard to close the case if the body is still in the police station! The body must be disposed of quickly! Otherwise, any clues will be uncovered!"
James became ethereal again, looking up at the constantly beating numbers and not wanting to speak.
Coulson was flipping through documents in the background and preparing for the report. Although his face was a little anxious, he didn't seem to feel uneasy and seemed very confident.
To the top. The elevator door opened, and James' forward body was pulled back. The last words came from Coulson, "Don't talk!"
James made an airy gesture to seal his mouth, and followed Coulson into the director's office.
The entire office was shrouded in smoke, the source of which was the thick cigar held between the fingers of a stranger, Mr. Lister, on the sofa beside the office.
Waving his hand to clear away the thick fog, Mr. Lister, who looked to be in his early thirties but was actually almost fifty, looked at James and raised his chin, "So, you are the son of General Lance, finally. I saw it. Haha, I helped you find the place you live in now. Are you still used to it?" There was no right hand extended, so James ignored it. Coulson told him to stop talking, didn't he.
Amidst the soft knock on the table, Coulson frowned and glared at James, then looked at Lister alertly, and walked to his director's desk, "Director?" This question is not unexpected, this is the Barton Police Department The most important thing is that no civilians should be present when the case is reported here.
The answer Coulson received was just Darcy's wave of his hand, "Start."
With such concise and concise words, you can think that Darcy is expressing Liszt’s privilege of being able to listen, or you can think that Darcy is unable to prevent Liszt from listening. In the 'fog', Coulson did not understand what his director meant, so according to Coulson's own understanding, "This case cannot be investigated, director. There is insufficient evidence, so James and I ran away for two days, There are no useful clues to support our continued investigation, and even..." He tried to convey his eyes to his director in the fog, "Lance's informants and I can't find any good clues to advance."
It seems like every moment, the fog in this space becomes thicker, which is good, and can effectively relieve the tension caused by silence.
"Give it to me." Darcy said.
Coulson handed over the document. Even though it was a thick stack, when Darcy opened it, "What is this? Except for the summary of the autopsy case, character information, and prosecutorial report, the confession and interrogation records are all blank."
"Because no one can interrogate except you, the director, who is the witness." Coulson answered quickly.
Darcy hasn't spoken yet. The birthplace of the fog, "Really? Not a single one? If those criminal investigation dramas that my wife is addicted to are true, wouldn't you policemen be able to spend a small amount of money to get money from some homeless people, beggars, etc. , get some important clues and solve the case?"
Coulson casually looked in the direction in the vast whiteness, "It's a pity." He didn't think he was mocking him, he was sincere, "Barton has very few homeless people outside recently, not only because of the season, but also because of the shelter in the North District. The church has taken in many homeless people." Darcy looked back at his desk and said, "In contrast, the number of homeless people stealing and causing trouble cases our bureau has received has also dropped rapidly."
After another period of silence, Darcy spoke up again, "You and others will complete the list of illegal drugs revealed in the autopsy."
"Lance and I have checked. We stayed in Port Massa last night and did not find any trading and dissemination of illegal drugs there. We also obtained the records of the security company. everything is… "
was interrupted, "Did you only check Porto Marsa?"
"Isn't this a judgment based on the only witness to the case, our director, and the deceased's itinerary information you provided?" Coulson looked back at Bai Mangming, "The deceased was required by your work, Mr. Lister, to go there Port Marsa and Mr. Fisher had business talks, which Port Marsa had confirmed, and then the deceased came to the place of death early the next morning and was found dead by the director."
Then turning back to Darcy, "We have already asked the deceased's family. If they are telling the truth, the deceased had never been exposed to these illegal drugs before. The only conclusion we can draw is that he obtained these in Port Massa. thing, and then unfortunately overdosed the first time it was used. Of course, the family members may have lied, or they may not know the private life of the deceased at all, and then there would be no clues to advance the case.”
"No, no, no." Still a civilian interjected, "How come there are no clues? Although I have never touched these things, but, haha, I still know about it when I follow my wife and occasionally watch TV series. You police don't have any. Some kind of informant, like a small drug dealer who sells information to the police?"
"Sorry, we don't have it." Coulson didn't look at Bai Mangming this time. He looked directly at Darcy, frowning, as if he was hesitating what to say next, "Director Darcy, you should know that the former director, Cologne, was in office There was the 'Valmina' incident." If you don't remember, it was a fake youth activity center built by Sabbat Toledo fans at the original site of Grande in the West End, before Eve even came to Barton. "Then there was another equally bad case, and the Quinn family in the West District was almost implicated." This refers to the frame-up of Boyson with the cooperation of Mrs. Quinn in order to protect Bochi. "I don't want to say that. , but our former director did not put any effort into this aspect. And then when Director Colon was there, gangs in the southeast disappeared in large numbers. Even if there were some police officers with a reserve of informants in this area, many gray police officers were lost because of the situation at that time. Director, it’s not that Lance and I didn’t work hard to investigate the case, it’s that we really, really can’t do anything.”
James who didn't speak was even more ethereal. He really couldn't say such magical words.
"Well, I don't know if I understand clearly." He was still a civilian shrouded in fog. "So now my assistant's whereabouts cannot provide you with clues to solve the case due to the lack of witnesses. The only possibility is that you can continue to investigate the case. , just to let you catch a guy who deals in illegal drugs, right? Moreover, it is not only a 'murder case', but it also gives you the Barton Police Department a chance to clean up the people who have been at large in Barton for who knows how many years. , haha, 'cancer', right?"
The fog no longer continued to be thick, and in the field of vision that became clearer, Liszt, who was already standing at the door, smiled at Darcy and said to the two detectives who were crossing the desk, "See you again when we have a chance. Director, detective They." left.
Is there anyone who has already thought of it
James thought about it, and looked at Darcy on that ethereal face in the gradually clearing space, 'Nate? 'The Nate who stole Smith's 'property' at the asylum. On James' side, the story was complete.
But for Darcy, I am afraid that the most critical part is missing. Nate has been given to Quinn and Smith by Zach to control.
Ethereal James, stay ethereal. (..)