It was approaching midnight, well, in the closed attic, Zach didn't have any accurate concept of time. The person who told the time was an inexplicable 'person'. Vertex 23S. Fastest update
This 'guy' has been here for a long time and Zach isn't sure how he got in. He didn't speak, and looked at Zach silently. Occasionally he waved at the closed ceiling filled with silver, revealing a patch of night and starlight, then pinched his fingers as if calculating something, and then continued to watch Zach busy.
Tell me what Zach is doing.
Zach gives the former Toledo brothers the respect they deserve.
The container used only to carry the blood of the second generation Toledo, the former Toledo messenger, has been moved out of the third cabin door and placed on a makeshift table.
Just like Zach at the Grand Funeral Home, he occasionally personally handles the remains of the deceased, such as suturing wounds, placing fillings, covering defects...
Zach is doing something similar. Just something special. This is the body of a vampire, and there is no point in repairing human remains. Zak spent a lot of time disassembling and connecting the silver objects placed in the Toledo Messenger's body.
This process did not make the vampire feel comfortable. No matter how thick the gloves Zach wore, the silver pipes and internal organs were still affecting Zach's senses.
And handling the remains of the deceased is not a rough job, right? It is about the last appearance of the deceased as he bids farewell to this world, right? It was still when Zach had special respect for the deceased, and Zach wanted to do it perfectly.
So the gloves were thrown away, the coat was taken off, the sleeves were rolled up, and the hands were bare. The skin comes into contact with everything that makes people uncomfortable, silver, sticky, broken bones, soft flesh...
This is a difficult process.
The ceiling was once again waved by that inexplicable 'person', revealing night.
Zach also successfully pulled out the appendix, which was like a stone, and threw it aside. When the open body in front of him began to close under the influence of blood, he looked up at the night that appeared on the ceiling, "It's already so late. ?” was a sigh.
There was no response, and the inexplicable 'human' fingers were moving regularly, calculating something.
Zach frowned slightly and looked at this guy. It was obvious that he was a republican. The bone structure that was different from that of a federal man already showed this. But other than that, Zach didn't know anything about this guy. , "Can you speak?"
The man glanced at Zach, his lips did not move, he continued to click his fingers, and with a wave of his hand, the night through the ceiling disappeared, and he stood there quietly.
Zach shook his head, not wanting to reach into his body on the counter again for a moment, needing to relax.
Zach turned his head and looked at the appendix that he had just thrown out. He pouted and thought he was talking to himself, "Can you believe it? The Sabbat didn't even spare such a useless organ."
Remember, Ozkozier said, this messenger is the most 'expensive', every organ in his body is made of silver.
The inexplicable republicans did not react. Zach continued to mutter to himself, "Lesenbra really put a lot of effort into collecting me, haha." He sneered, "I guess he really knows the difference between collectibles and real people. It's that Ye Like Mr., I admire sculptures and paintings, but I definitely don’t want to make a real dragon..." Isn’t it? Lesembra used this disgusting and inhumane way to make these accessories that combine 'Zac' just because he couldn't find them. To the real Zach? No, it's because he doesn't want to really create a real Zach. This is also the difference between Zach's plan to resurrect Zagor and Lesembra's plan to create Zagor. The collection that Lesembra wants is incomplete, like sculptures, like flower scrolls, things that can only be admired, not Zach...
Everyone can slowly understand this difference. The republican who has been quiet all this time speaks up.
"Ye Gong&*&%￥#龙&*￥##."
"Sorry, what did you say?" Zach looked at the Republican. Zach couldn't understand the other person's language. It was Republican. The only thing Zach understood was the two terms that Mo mentioned when he asked Mo about this story in Grande.
The republican stopped talking again.
Zach waved his hand, forget it.
Just forget it. How to describe it. Well... let's put it this way, when this guy suddenly appeared here, Zach took some actions, regular actions, vigilance, defense, attack, probing... The other party didn't give any response, and stood there almost indifferently. Zach makes these actions that lead to no results.
So, Zach at least understood that this guy had no ill intentions, and even if he did, it was not something Zach could stop, so forget it.
Continuing to press his hand on the Toledo messenger's body, all the silver organs inside the exorcist have been removed, as evidenced by the vampire's self-healing ability functioning more and more smoothly. But Zach was still very careful, carefully feeling the skin under his touch, looking for any silver residue.
After doing this, Zach regained his mood like a man facing a powerful enemy, and raised his hand to press the head of the Toledo messenger. As Oz said, the brain is also made of silver.
The fingertips began to lengthen. Zach's joined hands moved up, down, left and right in front of his head. Zach didn't know where to start. Zach didn't want to accidentally let his long time of work go to waste and kill the other party by mistake. Beheading, something that has long been recorded in Madison's "How to Kill a Vampire" notebook...
Zach spent a long time inking, and his fingertips finally placed on the roof of his head.
The Republicans moved.
Zach curled his lips, feeling a little helpless, "Please don't move or affect me..."
As if the other party would pay him any attention, the Republican opened the door.
Zach's hand was withdrawn, and it was impossible to open the skull, because a head that Zach wanted to open more appeared at the door. The mop-like hairstyle swayed with the head as he walked into the closed attic.
Papa Midnight.
It's midnight.
"I can help you with this~" He stood next to Zach, "Wow~ beautiful~" Uh, "Toledo's messenger~ tell me, the current Toledo clan~" Zach said, "What do you have? Do you have a special preference? Why are all the people in Toledo so handsome and beautiful~"
"Why are you here, Papa Midnight." Being calm is one thing. You still have to ask the questions that should be asked, and you can only expect that the other party will answer truthfully. Feel this helplessness.
"Don't you need a translator~" Papa Midnight replied.
Zach opened his mouth and closed it. His eyes slid over the face of the Republican who continued to stand there quietly. Hum, Zach had nothing to say.
"Give way, please~" Papa made a gesture at midnight.
Zach frowned and could only move his head.
Papa took Zach's place at midnight, bent over, letting his thick and frizzy braids hang down on the body on the stone platform. I don't know if it was stained with filth or it was just the color of his skin. The hand pinched the chin of the body on the stone platform and shook it from side to side, as if observing.
Zach waited for a while. Although Papa Midnight admitted that Zach was now a member of the Toledo clan, haha, the status was still unequal. Zach could not start the upcoming conversation.
Papa Midnight raised a finger, pried open the head's mouth, and began to stretch inside...
enough. Zach ignored his status, "You said translation, then, translation."
Unaffected by Zach, his fingers were still deep in the head's mouth. Looking at the slightly twitching bones on the back of Papa Midnight's hand, he was picking at... "What's the rush~"
"No need for your help..." Zach was about to squeeze away Papa Midnight who was 'desecrating' the body.
"&*%￥..." the Republican guy spoke.
Papa looked up at midnight, his body motionless as he was pushed by Zach, "He said, thank you, you wanted him to express his gratitude in person, so he came."
Is this statement worthy of being inexplicable? No.
Since he couldn't stop Papa Midnight, Zach gave up. Anyway, it wasn't the first time Zach gave up on Papa Midnight. Zach looked at the Republican, "So it was you who stole the fuel from Barton's funeral industry and the 'goods' from Fisher's ship." The last one was a bit speechless, "It was also you who stole the inventory of Quest's Heart Supermarket. Spread the ashes.”
None of the republicans spoke, but Papa Midnight said, "It's him, it's him, it's him~~"
Zach's facial reaction did not give Papa Midnight a steal, but instead gave him a sticky and disgusting sound that seemed to be a vomiting reaction. At the same time, together with Papa Midnight's fingers lifted from the head and mouth, water began to flow from the side of his mouth. Out of silver!
Zach frowned, glanced at Papa Midnight, no longer cared so much, and directly approached Papa Midnight, pressed his former Toledo brother's head again, and turned it sideways. All the holes provided in the head began to flow with silver, the mouth, nostrils, corners of the eyes, ears...
Papa Midnight was more conscious this time. He pushed away a little, pulled his hair, squatted on one side, and once again observed Zach's silvery face, which was turned sideways, "I'm curious about how the Sabbat is. Putting silver in it and opening the skull? How barbaric~"
Zach didn't want to respond to the taunt. Craniotomy was also Zach’s original plan. Oh, vampires have to admit that some things are not as good as witchcraft.
The republicans spoke again. Papa Midnight’s translator was even worse than Mo. It wasn’t until the Republican said a lot that this guy shook his head, glanced at Zach and said, “He said a bunch of irrelevant things, no need to Pay attention." Uh-huh.
As soon as Zach's speechless eyes turned to the Republic, Papa Midnight stood up and blocked Zach's sight, "We should talk~" Regardless of whether Zach was in the mood or not, Papa Midnight grinned and showed him Two rows of teeth, "Haha~ Now that you have seen this 'person', what do you think of him? Do you regret it?"
"What are you regretting?" Zach said calmly.
"Forgot? No way. Don't you remember the proposal I made to you at the detective (Lance)'s house~" Papa was playing a game at midnight to block Zach's sight. Zach turned his head, and his mop head moved accordingly. Zach lowered his head, and his mop head bent down. "You put Barton's funeral industry out of business, and I will give you a republican god, and he is~"
Zach stopped looking away and looked at Papa Midnight, "No, there is nothing to regret. God of the Republic, it is not surprising."
Papa raised his eyebrows at midnight, and actually said, "Thank you~~" He took this as Zach's praise to him, and, "Ha! I want to translate this sentence to him~" Turning around, he faced The God of the Republic was not surprised to be expressed by Zach, “&%￥#…”
never mind.
The Republican listened to Papa Midnight's words, glanced at Zach, still expressionless, and replied.
Papa Midnight turned back with a disappointed look, "It doesn't matter what he said." Poor translation.
The liquid silver had already gathered in a pool at Zach's feet. Zach rearranged his head and looked at the tightly closed eyes that were sunken after the skull cavity discharged things that should not have been inside. He was too lazy to pay attention to Papa Midnight, Feelings start to get complicated
The eyes opened very slowly, and the depression seemed to be rising, returning to the position where the eyeballs should be.
The Toledo brother Zach once was, woke up.
No, not really awake. He just opened his eyes and looked at Zach, motionless, just above his line of sight.
Papa Midnight watched for a while, "Ha~ What are you expecting~ His blood has been drained by Lesenbra~ His brain is growing again~ He doesn't know anything, he can't do anything~ Than Newborn babies are still babies~" Papa Midnight seemed to be happy, "At least the baby's first breath of air will hurt and cry~ He can't even breathe~" Because he is a vampire, "He just has a beating heart. plant… "
Papa didn't finish what he said at midnight, because Zach's eyes were red.
"You are the messenger of Toledo." In fact, there is no need to say it in particular, the enchanting pupil is already working, Zach just wanted to interrupt Papa's midnight chatter, "You shouldered the responsibility when the Toledo clan was facing crisis. It is the responsibility of awakening the clan ancestors and saving the clan.”
Zach's eyes began to turn red as he watched.
Zach continued, "You failed, you failed completely. Toledo was destroyed, and look at you now..."
Papa Midnight raised his eyebrows and was about to say something but stopped for the time being, because Zach took action, simply beheading him.
Regarding grooming the deceased, the last step is naturally the burial after bidding farewell.
The work that took up a lot of Zach's time disappeared at this moment, and there was no blood spatter. On the temporary table, a pile of collapsing dust raised the slightest trace of dust.
Papa still spoke at midnight, "It's a waste~" This tone was annoying, "I didn't expect you to still have this kind of role~"
Zach didn't bother to pay attention, wiped away the dust on his hands, and looked at Papa Midnight, "Do you have anything else to do?"
"In addition to confirming whether you have any regrets?" Papa Midnight asked back, smiling, "You probably don't understand what the God of the Republic can do. Believe me, when you know, you will..."
was interrupted by a string of republican words that Zach couldn't understand.
The smile on Papa Midnight's face disappeared, he turned to the Republican, and replied with a string of Republican phrases.
The republican exchanges seemed to be arguing about something.
Zach actually didn't understand how these two guys could stand here and talk. They shouldn't be enemies. After all, this republican 'god' wants to destroy illegal workers because Papa transformed them at midnight.
But these doubts could not be answered for the time being. As if the disputed conversation had passed, Papa flicked the mop at midnight, glanced at Zach, "Haha~ What a shame~ See you next time~" and disappeared with the republicans. . (..)