midnight.
James woke up from his sleep. In the dream, Zach, Kate and Georgina were holding hands and ringing the bell hanging on their foreheads in circles. After waking up, this ghostly dream turned into a real phone ringtone. .
Don't complain about James' dreams, complain about his actions when he wakes up.
James sat on the bed for a while, as if waiting for the ringing of the phone to disappear. He didn't want to accept it. As a police detective, he knew very well what this kind of phone call in the middle of the night meant. Meaning the city unfortunately still needs police.
But James didn't want to be a 'cop', at least not during this period. Staying at home and staying home late at night is no longer meaningless advice. These are the rules of life that will keep you alive these days. Now in Barton, at night, there are things more worthy of fear than ghostly nightmares.
The phone stopped ringing... Well, it was probably just the time for someone to dial again, and it started ringing again.
James lifted the quilt without turning on the light, so he left the bedroom gloomily, went downstairs slowly, and slowly, step by step, took as little time as possible to get closer to the little light flashing in the darkness.
After all, I couldn't delay it until the sound of the phone disappeared on its own. James picked up the receiver and said, "Hello" in his most unconscious and drawn-out voice.
"Wake up! Lance!" It was Detective Coulson. "Becky had another fire accident!!"
James tensed his body. The heating in his home seemed to have stopped working at this moment, and the chill began to spread upward from the soles of his feet that were pressed against the floor. It happened again.
"xxxx" Coulson reported a list of addresses, "Hurry! I'll wait over there..."
"Is anyone dead?" James asked in a cold voice.
"Uh..." The person on the receiver seemed a little surprised, "No, uh, I don't know." and explained, "I just received the notice from the police station! Hurry up! We are from the forensics department there. Guys, go take a look before, maybe you can find something!" There was expectation in his tone. Becky had another accident, but Coulson was looking forward to the reason. "Maybe we can find some clues that overlap with the list we compiled during the day! Ha! Early tomorrow morning! This list will be handed over to the director as a result! "
The list compiled, well, is a fan group of a certain band in Barton. In the morning of the day, James deceived Coulson into thinking that he was finally on the list of people to investigate that could help the new director, Darcy, solve problems and contribute to his future.
James didn't want to answer the question in any sense of the word.
On the one hand, James knew very well that this was not to relieve Darcy's problems, but to cause trouble for Darcy. James completely betrayed Coulson's trust in his junior partner. On the one hand, James also knows better, oh! This list will definitely fit in! Because James compared it to the real roster he had that had the potential to become Sabbat Toledo.
"It's too cold, I won't go." The response was necessary. James gave a reason to be so bad that it couldn't be any worse.
"What did you say?!" Coulson's voice on the other side of the receiver changed.
"You heard it." James was ready to fight to the end, "I don't want to go out." There was still some legitimate reason, "Who informed you? No one died, and the case will not be in our hands. Let the notice Your people can just help us keep a complete record of the on-site investigation. They are your 'human friends' anyway, right? I don't want to go to the trouble of making a trip."
There was silence on the other side of the receiver for a while, and Coulson seemed to be convinced, a little strange, "Well, you're probably right. Okay." The call was immediately hung up.
James was stunned for a moment. He was really not prepared to convince Coulson so easily. However, there was nothing to worry about. James had achieved his goal and put down the phone. Holding his bare shoulders, rubbing them to dispel the chill, he turned around and prepared to go back to the bedroom to continue his nightmare.
in the dark.
"You have a list?"
It was like a sound emerging from the abyss.
James' whole body froze, and his head froze completely when he turned halfway, because the person who made the sound had already touched his ridge.
It was a cold and hot sharp feeling, moving all the way from the lower part of the neck to the tailbone...
"You are quite strong~" an inexplicable comment, "Detective, it smells good~"
James already knew who the 'person' behind him was.
Let's put it this way, James Lance, who came to Barton from the west, knew this voice. Maybe when he knew this voice, he never thought there was anything special about this guy, but after coming to Barton... This is Yi Letorito.
"You know what~" Eli Toledo's fingers left James and began to circle. In the darkness, there was only a pale profile face under thick makeup that passed James's line of sight. "I have heard a lot about you~ In the West, the Sabbat gatherings that exclude me often discuss your actions. The core of the eastern development plan is in Barton, hahaha~ in Barton..." Omission of unknown meaning.
James felt his body being pushed.
"Your sofa is as hard as a rock. Let's go to your bedroom. Please tell me where it's more comfortable~"
Do you need James to answer? When the words ended, Eli Toredo was already on James' bed, rubbing the dark red blood on the sheets with his arms in front of James holding his shoulders.
Why can James see so clearly? Because Eli still had time to turn on the lights.
Eli, so ugly. Maybe he actually looks pretty good, but he's really ugly. It has nothing to do with aesthetics. It is impossible for people to think that a person looks good-looking under such a strong contrast, with a pale face and dark eye circles and lips. Wrong, there is another color, which is a dark red that may have dried up on the side of the face because it was not wiped clean.
"Not bad~" Eli adjusted to the most comfortable position on James' bed and returned to his main topic, "You said you had a list~"
James is still holding his shoulders, feeling vulnerable, which has nothing to do with gender or character, it is an inevitable feeling in this situation. James didn't even have a gloomy look on his face, he just wanted to hope that this was a nightmare.
"You look... nervous?" Eli asked in a questioning tone, "Why? I won't hurt you~" In an instant, it was flirtatious frivolity.
James didn't respond, but his eyes twitched slightly, seeming to look somewhere.
It would be funny if this little move could escape Eli's observation.
Eli raised his eyebrows, raised his head, and the 'claws' painted black began to move under his body. Under the mattress. As if in surprise, his eyebrows raised again, and he pulled out a backpack.
"Ha~" Eli glanced at James, who was already zipping up the zipper, "Let's see what good things are here~"
Do we need to repeat what Sam once spread out on James' bed? no need. good.
"Wow~" Eli looked at the props scattered on the bed, "This is really... Haha, you are well prepared~" He picked up something like a grenade and said, "Do you know how to use these things~" This is not true It’s a question, but just, well, imagine a scene where a bear hunted by a hunter appears in the hunter’s house, playing with the trap as a toy, “Hunter, hunter, do you know how to use this thing?”
Of course, James didn't respond.
Eli frowned and threw away the grenade in his hand, "What is this? Just looking at it makes me uncomfortable." Wooden beads engraved with Indian mantras.
Electric flint flower! James has used his fastest speed!
But what a pity, just when the wooden bead in his hand was about to enter his mouth, Eli pushed him to the bed.
In this very, very awkward position, James made a final attempt to let go, open his mouth, and leave everything to gravity.
But closely following the wooden bead's entrance were Eli's black 'claws'.
A series of retching sounds accompanied James's struggle on the bed. Eli came out with sticky wooden beads between his fingers, and wiped the dirty stickiness on James' chest without any expression, "So, is this thing edible? Ha, this is quite unexpected."
Putting it in front of him, Eli tilted his head, still fixating James underneath him, "Are you going to tell me what this thing is? My instinct tells me that I don't want to test it myself."
James finally uttered his first words, roaring, "Let me go!!"
"Keep your voice down." Eli was indifferent, "Do you know what time it is now..." As if he was amused by himself, he bent the corners of his dark mouth and looked around, "Haha, I forgot~ you don't have neighbors~ Then, feel free to howl. ~" Continue to observe the wooden beads in his hand.
The struggle lasted for a while, and then James gave up. The feeling of exhaustion clearly told him that this was not a nightmare, so he gave up. Lying on his bed like a corpse.
Eli felt the state of the person under him, and temporarily turned his attention away from Mu Zhu, looking at James as if he had regarded himself as a corpse, "Why are you making such an expression? I told you, I don't Will hurt you." There is no redundant tone, so compared with the previous one, it is unexpectedly sincere...
James glanced at Eli but said nothing.
"Okay." Eli didn't seem to have any intention of getting rid of this awkward posture, "Let's talk about something practical~" The frivolous tone came back again, he should be enjoying this state, "You just mentioned on the phone I don’t really care about the list, I know that Lesembra has the information about my fans, I just don’t like the Sabbat using my fans, haha, they are mine~” Maybe it’s really uncomfortable, the wood in his hand The beads were thrown away and flew out of the bedroom. Who knows where they landed, "About Becky's fire that your partner is concerned about? Haha, I can also tell this person that he is really dead, at least not now~"
There was some emotion on James' face, and the corners of his eyes twitched as he thought about Eli's eating habits. No one would really die right away, and part of the food would become 'higher-level' food, for the new Toledo. Provide binge eating training. So the fact that no one is actually dying is not good news.
But regardless of whether James wanted to discuss the case for which he refused to attend his partner's attendance, Eli continued
"I'm here to find you~" Eli bent down and leaned uncomfortably close to James' face, "Come to Barton, I'm not idle~ I may have difficulty moving, haha, I can only Activities at night, but, haha, I have a lot of people~" Well, is this revealing that the current Barton is full of his descendants!
"So~ I learned some things, from human news, from alien discussions, from... haha, all kinds of things~" Eli approached James' face, it was a smiling face, like a photo of a clown that had not been developed yet , film, an inverted, uncomfortable smile, "A name is always mentioned together with another name~"
Guess what the name is.
"Wherever there is Zachary Toledo's name, there is your name~" Eli began to rub James' cheeks that were about to twitch, stopping James' expression from showing, "Some of Barton's aliens will not show any signs of it." He said without hesitation, "I don't understand why a powerful vampire would waste his time on a human police detective"~"
Not only did it prevent James' expression from appearing, but it was also shaping James's expression, forcibly pulling up the corners of James' mouth with its black claws, "I feel the same~ You seem to be, well, just in better shape. ~Does Zachary Torredo like this? Legend has it that his werewolf, Alpha Benjamin, is also your type~"
Uh, what the hell?
It’s not about this moment, but about Eli’s next words!
"In my impression, he is not like this."
Impression, what impression? ! What the hell is this guy talking about? ! Should he have any impression of our Zach? !
James was about to raise his eyebrows, but Eli held him down. The fact now is probably that this Eli will not let James express any expression independently. He wants to control everything. Forcibly pressing James' eyebrow back to its original position.
"Don't worry about meaningless things, he no longer exists." It still seemed sincere because of the contrast and lack of tone, "Let us look forward together."
Who wants to look forward with him
But James seemed to have no possibility of speaking in any sense.
"This is my plan~" He resumed his frivolous tone, "I don't care whether Sabbat approves or not, but I am going to do such a thing in Barton~" smiled, "I want to continue Zachary Torredo's Everything Barton does~”
Looking at James, he leaned very close, "First of all, to solve the case with you? Whatever~ Then, I want to imitate him and make a, um, coexistence agreement with all the aliens in Barton? Is that what it's called? ?I’m not sure, I haven’t seriously ‘discussed’ with Barton’s various alien races, haha, but that’s about it.”
Any emotion James wanted to be surprised and put on was cut short. What is this guy talking about! !
never mind.
"Of course, he is also imitating him, or you can think of it as a tribute. Just like when he first came to Barton, just clean out the aliens who are unwilling to complete the deal with me~ He may have Alpha Benjamin to help, I have me Descendants~So, it should be easy~"
Need to wait for James' response? No.
"So, my human detective partner~" It was decided like this, inexplicably, "Who should I start with?" (..)