Let’s talk about the response Maya gave. Vertex 23S. Fastest update
"okay, I get it."
Be indifferent. As it should be, Zach's 'brother' made her accuse everyone in her group for no reason. Saying 'I got it' already shows respect to Zach.
Then Zach went to the master bedroom, and Wes was sleeping in a way that people couldn't bear to disturb. We all know that some people's sleeping postures are the kind that make people feel peaceful when they see them, quiet, still, relaxed... Not Wes. It looked like he was fighting someone in his dream. The eyes under his eyelids were shaking rapidly. The pillow on the bed was twisted and squeezed by him. Under the wrinkled quilt, there were what seemed to be the shapes of legs and feet. Constantly kicking and beating.
In this case, don't wake the other person unless you are interested in talking to them about what they just did in the dream. Zach did a very practical thing and left for the kitchen. He moved Wes' sidearm further away from the bed.
Zach had woken up Logan halfway when he came from the employee living area, and now he was waiting in the kitchen.
"What are you talking about, Great Dane?" The deep, chest-resonating voice belonged to Logan. Zach decided not to go in just yet.
"Oh, it's nothing." It was Mo who responded in federal language again. Mo is preparing breakfast for Grande's people, after all, this is her main job.
"It doesn't sound like it's nothing. Unless the tone of the Republic is different from the Federation." Logan should be helping. He paused for a moment, "I shouldn't use the knife."
"Uh, boring. Even if I give you a gun, you can't hurt anyone here." Mo seemed to be complaining, "Be good, human, and chop the onions."
Logan must have obeyed. A dense and compact chopping sound sounded, which sounded very skillful. The topic continued, "You sound worried."
"Worried?" Mo smiled, "How did you hear that?"
"I talked about the tone." Under the background sound of chop, Logan's voice was very calm, "There is fear in your tone. I can 'smell' it." After a pause, "The criminal's sense of smell."
Mo was quiet for a while, and then said, "Then, take a deep breath. What do you smell?"
Breathing Logan was surprisingly obedient.
"Onions." The chopping sound stopped, "Uh, paper, paper towels..."
Zach curled his lips. It sounded like Logan couldn't find anything anymore and it was time to appear.
He handed the handkerchief to Logan and looked at Mo, "Morning."
"Morning~" Mo was smiling and working non-stop.
Zach didn't say anything more. While Logan was scratching his face, he put the rolls of money confiscated from Caesar on the table and took over the half-cut onions. "Do you know what your colleagues are doing?" .”
Logan squinted his bloodshot eyes for a long time before he saw Zach clearly laying out the money rolls. His expression changed once, he grabbed a roll and observed it carefully.
Zach didn't interrupt, and quickly finished cutting the onions, then picked up other ingredients and continued processing. There were many people at Grande's breakfast today, so it wouldn't be a big deal if he helped. Zach had a feeling that there would be guests coming soon.
"Did Louise tell you?" Mo said, "The funeral is scheduled. Tomorrow."
Zach frowned at first and agreed one by one, "No, we are trying to avoid letting Charlie know what is going on now, so as not to mess with his fragmented memory." Zach and Louise slept in the basement, right? We have also talked before about a vampire who is as useless to his soul as his appendix, and the importance of memory in defining who he is. Then, "Tomorrow, Sunday funeral?"
"Yes." Mo nodded, "Republicans have no concept of Sunday." There was a faint smile in his tone, "They don't need a church, haha, they need Liszt... Oh no, Yuri Hotel."
"Hotel." Zach glanced at Mo, "Hold the ceremony in the hotel?"
"No, the hotel is for eating and drinking." Shaking his head, "It's for celebrating."
The topic started to get weird, "Celebration." Zach repeated, "It's about the birth of your republic..."
Zach didn't even finish his sentence, "No." Mo raised his shoulders, "Have you forgotten that the Republicans betrayed these things? But it seems that they are still planning to do this, leaving only formalities and empty shells of tradition."
Zach frowned, "Forget it, you just make arrangements."
"Haha." Mo smiled, "We don't need Grande to arrange anything. This is Allen's high-end, customized funeral, isn't it? Allen will just arrange it. We are only responsible for providing the cemetery. Hamilton invites I will accompany him to Yuri Hotel to make arrangements today."
"Okay." As soon as Zach agreed, he started to feel a little more conscious about what kind of boss he was, "Just tell Louise and she'll agree."
Then Mo obviously didn't like Zach, "I already told Louise that I don't want to go." So now it's just a notice to Zach, the boss. Hey, employees at least have the consciousness to report their work status to their boss. Zack, the boss, has not yet completely failed.
Mo smiled and explained the reason, "If we meet Maitreya, it will affect our mood~ Louise arranged for Matthew and Sam to follow."
Oh~Happy Hamilton, a Lesembra of the Sabbat, working seamlessly with a werewolf and a wizard, how 'happy'~
Zach felt a little better.
Mo didn't finish, "I have other work to deal with, so you have to give me a budget."
"What budget."
"The budget for the funeral." Mo smiled, "We need ceremonial cars, many of them, we need people, a team of mourners, and we also need uniforms for the funeral, white, traditional republican ones~ We also need, haha, firecrackers , a lot ~ we still need... "
"Wait a minute." Zach's good mood disappeared, "What?" There were so many things to be confused about, Zach didn't know where to start. I can only ask a realistic question, "It sounds like it takes a long time to prepare. Can it be done in one day?"
Mo put down his breakfast work, faced Zach, and spread out his hands that began to gather airflow and deflect light, "I have the power of creation. One day, no problem. You just need to give me money and let me find me Things that can't be made." He took his hand back and continued with breakfast, "Of course, it's mainly for keeping accounts, and then asking Allen for money~"
Zach shook his head and gave up, "Let's discuss it with Louise."
"What are you discussing with me?" Louise appeared, rubbing her still stiff cheeks and walking into the kitchen.
Zach didn't even want to relay it, but pointed his finger at the ink, indicating to Louise to ask it herself. Then he looked at Logan, who had been looking at the money roll for a long time. He didn't know what to observe about a pair of 'outdated' money. "Have you realized anything?" Zach asked.
Logan's face looked terrible. He glanced at Zach, finally put down the money in his hand, and said, "This is not mine."
Zach curled his lips, "So you also have hidden money."
Logan frowned, "Everyone has one. We don't need money in prison, but if we need people to do something outside of prison, we need money."
This was so obvious that Zach didn't bother to ask, "Don't be nervous, I'm asking you if you know what your colleagues are doing."
Logan was a little gloomy, "They have been talking about 'Valmina' and the weapons hidden in Grande recently, especially Evan."
Zach raised an eyebrow. There is no need to hide anything, what Zach wants to say now is 'Valmina', haha, think about it, what else can Caesar 'buy' (he can find Rimel through Kepler). But what Zach didn't expect was weapons.
"What weapons? Those hunting equipment that Allen threw before?"
"No." Logan shook his head, "No one has the key to the warehouse except me." Logan's eyes drifted, "Mr. Sam's house." He hesitated, "There are some very strange things, valuable things. It looks like a weapon or a trap, but it’s not something an ordinary person should have anyway.”
Zach shook his head, that was the weapon, the wizard's weapon. But there was nothing to worry about. There was no way Sam would let a bunch of ex-convicts get anything from his house. Waving his hands, "That's not a problem."
"Also." Logan glanced at Zach, "Benjamin's warehouse, the dagger on the ceiling."
A dagger with fallen angel wings
Logan frowned, "Everyone is curious about how the dagger was inserted."
Zach was a little speechless, "Are you usually so boring?" You care about this kind of thing.
Logan curled his lips, "I just think they are watching Grande. Work, come back, work, come back. They have nothing else to do, so they will look everywhere and evaluate everywhere."
He was about to go off topic, and Zach had the obligation to pull it back. "You don't need to worry about the extra things." Zach pointed at his eyes. Logan had seen Zach use the Charming Eyes with his own eyes, right? Worrying is unnecessary. , this happened. Zach gestured to the money roll, "You said first that you respect Grande, and Grande respects your freedom. So I gave the money to you. It will be confiscated for sure, but should I report it to Your parole officer, you decide.”
"Whose, Evan?" Logan looked irritated. "When I first came here, he didn't show any special performance. Where did you get this?"
"Caesar." No need to go into too much detail, Logan will understand.
Logan shook his head irritably, "Don't report it, I will talk to Evan."
Zach nodded, but said, "Then I won't report it." Zach was so kind, "But you won't talk to Evan about anything, and then you will collect any private money from your colleagues for me, and then To old Hank, including you." The former is Zach's personal punishment for Caesar, and the latter is for Grande.
Obligatory, "Hank?"
At the perfect time, Old Hank probably finished reading the newspaper and wandered to the kitchen to urge breakfast. He glared at Zach directly and said, "Humph! What are you doing again!"
"Teach new employees to respect Grande." Zach pointed at the money roll and looked at Logan, "I know you respect me, vampire. But I don't expect others, especially Evan, to respect me as much as you do. Me." Curling his mouth, "I don't want him to respect me either." This should be said. Evan will never expect to find out why he must respect Zachary Grande, "So, remind them Grande is fine, so, Hank, I leave this matter to you, do you have any opinions?"
What did Old Hank have to say, "Hurry up breakfast!" and took away the money. The previous generation Grand Master understood the current situation without any detailed explanation. Probably because he is also a criminal.
Let Logan leave, and the creatures in Grande, regardless of host or guest, basically got up and started to face the new day.
The guest that Zach expected also came.
There was a slight deviation from Zach's expectations, it was Detective Coulson.
"What a coincidence~" Zach said with a smiling face, "Breakfast will be ready soon~"
Coulson, looking at the boys and girls coming from the employee living area, Laura, Kyle, Kepler, Jimmy... there were dark lines on their faces.
Zach had no obligation to help Coulson with his psychological development. He directly told these teenagers, "Maya is on the second floor. You should go up first." Then he said to Coulson, "Detective Weiss is also on the second floor. If you want to go up and fight, A hello?"
"*! So early?!" Coulson was irritated, "I thought I came early enough! Did Lance..."
There was no need to let Coulson misunderstand, "James is not here, only Wes." He blinked deliberately to see if Coulson's understanding was high, "He was here last night~"
Coulson had a good understanding, "The Republic case? He came here on his own? Didn't Lance come to you?"
Zach nodded, "Lance hasn't personally asked me for help yet, so~" motioning to Coulson to help bring breakfast to the table, and he also had to confirm the reason why Coulson came here, "As for you, I guess it's because of the bus case? "
Some facts are about to be revealed.
Coulson helped Zach carry the plate, and of course, his eyes were always alert, reminding Zach that this was not the place to talk.
Zach was very considerate. He served Coulson a plate of breakfast, grabbed a bottle of wine for himself, and gestured to the back porch, opening it as he walked, "Has the Southern District Police secured the case?"
"Well, Director Darcy stepped back." He was very pleased that Coulson at least still maintained respect for the North District Director. "I guess the pressure on the Republican murder case is getting bigger and bigger, and the North District Police Department doesn't want to take over anymore at this time. A case involving an outsider.”
No one on the bus was from Barton, remember.
Zach nodded. In terms of delaying time, this was the limit. "You came here, do you want my assistance?"
"Not really." Coulson did not forget to eat the breakfast in his hand, but it was reality. "We listened to the recording of the police call, and the North District Police Department also cooperated and handed over the recording of the call they received." Coulson swallowed. There was just a pause for the food in the bag, "It was you. It was you who called the police."
"Ha, so this is not asking for help, but asking?" Zach smiled, "We agreed on anonymity."
Coulson curled his lips and said, "Forget it for others, but for you." He shook his head, "But you're right, this is not a formal question." He looked at Zach sincerely, even though there was food hanging from the corner of his mouth. Residue, "Do you know something? Tell us."
Then Zach was extremely sincere, "Sorry, I don't know. But since I called the police, it means I can't pretend not to see it." Wait a minute, what do you mean to pretend not to see it? It’s much more serious than this! Isn’t Zach one of the parties involved? And if it was really his assassination, he would still be an important party! But, there’s no need to tell Coulson now, right? “I’m willing to help.”
The timing is always perfect. Wes rubbed his eyes and came down the stairs, "Zach, they were arguing upstairs..." He was woken up, "Uh... Detective Coulson, morning."