When a human being feels bored, we can say that he is wasting time. Time is equal to life, so it is a waste of life, right. Vertex 23S. Fastest updated So boring can never be a compliment to a human being.
But being a vampire feels boring. Let's take a closer look at how to characterize it.
First of all it is definitely not a waste of time. In the boundless universe, a bunch of meteorite fragments collided with each other and aggregated to form a lifeless planet. We can't say that it wasted a space. At least now there's a giant ball in that space, spinning around something pointlessly, which is better than nothing. Everyone knows how the moon came about.
Then is it a waste of life? It's hard to say. After all, for any living thing, it is always true that time equals life. Even if we are vampires, we still use time, year, day and month to describe the life course of vampires, right
But once you take into account the life course of a vampire, which can often be measured in centuries, the boredom of a day...more specifically, the boredom of a winter afternoon seems completely unworthy of discussion and praise.
Well, let's get over it and let Zach sit on the bench on the Grand's back porch for an afternoon of boredom. Anyway, during this period of time, in a vampire's life, insignificance can be ignored! No one cares…
"Are you leaving Grande?" Chapman moved to Zach's side, sat down, and behaved.
"Huh?" Zach was counting snowflakes and didn't pay attention. Until he was interrupted by Chapman, Zach could prove that every snowflake has a different shape~
"Are you leaving Grande?" Chapman asked again.
"Of course." Zach took it as a matter of course and glanced at Chapman, "Are you done with the phone call?"
Just now, Chapman made a very long phone call. Two to be exact. He first called the skull in the southeast. This was his first superior when a human who made a deal with the devil wanted to report certain things. As a result, Skull with the skull didn't know how to continue to pass on the huge information upwards. He probably didn't know how to explain it, so he asked Chapman to report it directly to Mary Church.
So there was a second phone call. Starting all over again, Chapman tried his best to explain to the people on the other side of the receiver how Zach had blown away his legal identity, and by the way, he had pulled a bunch of people to blow up, and he had set a new beginning for Grande. process.
Oh, you must have discovered the 'people over there', 'people'.
Needless to say about Jessica, it goes without saying that we know Louise in Mary's Church, uh, it doesn't matter if we don't mention the two human employees who followed Louise to help. This last one was Mayor Anthony, the guy who had the hardest time getting Chapman on the phone.
Don't ask why Antonini is in the Church of Mary. Isn't it what Zach told Louise and Jessica to do this morning? Is it surprising that Anthony came to personally 'inspect' the situation before the city government and the media began to play up the deaths of homeless people in Newtown
So Chapman accepted all the mayor's anger innocently
"What the hell are you talking about??! He revealed his identity?! The identity I gave him?! The citizen identity I worked so hard to give this blood-sucking guy in my city?! Where is he? ! Get him on the phone!! Now, right now, right now!!!"
We can also understand why Zach was bored counting snowflakes on the back porch, haha, because Zach would never, ever go near that phone. Sorry Chapman.
Anyway, this difficult phone call is over. The long-suffering Chapman, now sitting next to Zach, started with the standard nonsense.
"The fight is over. The mayor wants to know..."
Zach looked away and started counting snowflakes again, "206234, 206235..."
Chapman is self-aware. Reword yourself to, “Where are you going after that?”
"It depends." Zach smiled and shrugged, "I will go to the West before the Sabbat notices my little tricks. It should be very interesting. Haha."
Chapman was adjusting his breathing, "What if I can't go to the West?"
"The East." This seemed to be Zach's answer after serious consideration, unless the thinking on his face was fake, "But it's not too Eastern. I don't want to go to the Republic, and I'm in the Secret Alliance, the Republic of Aliens, Angels, oh, Iraq In the middle of Lai. Go east to Gonghe, any place in the middle will do."
Chapman didn't know whether he was surprised or still adjusting his breathing, "Going abroad? Don't you want to stay in the Federation?"
"If things went the way I expected, I don't feel like that would be something I would be allowed to think or not think about, I can't." The reason? "The premise of what you just said is that I can't go to the west, right? Then, I still have some self-awareness. If I am wanted by the Secret Alliance, I need to leave the Federation. If I am wanted by the Sabbat, I absolutely need to leave."
Wait a moment.
"Have you ever left?" Chapman actually caught this detail.
Zach frowned, it was an honest mistake.
About Zach. We know the story of when he was a human, the story of how he was taken and sold by Eli. We know the story before he came to the Federation. He was Toledo who maintained the reputation of vampires. He cleaned up, punished and executed foreign vampires. We know what he did after coming to the Federation. He is Toledo of the Thirteen Clans. He founded a country. He entrenched himself in the middle of the Federation, framed werewolves and wizards, saved the black witch, and disgusted the Sabbat. But there's always been a missing piece of what we know about the vampire's life.
That was the time when Toledo was adapting to death, from 'betraying' the Secret Alliance of Shadows, to carrying the title of the last Toledo, to living until he met Benjamin and Anthony on the battlefield.
He never told anyone.
"Otherwise, how do you think I could survive being hunted by the Secret Alliance?" Zach's expression returned to normal, and that frown really lasted only a moment, "You have never seen the real Bruch. They can be like twisted It killed me like a twig."
Don't believe this, it's an exaggeration. There is only one purpose. "Speaking of Bruch, I have to think of Tsimich. Two fighting clans among the thirteen clans. Hey, Chapman, you are a policeman. What do you think of Tsmich and these suicide cases?" What’s the relationship?”
The topic changed so smoothly that it made people feel embarrassed to expose it.
"Uh..." Chapman is a self-conscious guy after all, isn't he? What was the reason for his suicide? This is someone who is able to recognize the situation he or she is in and then make the 'correct' judgment. So although it was difficult for him and he wanted to ask too many questions, he still forced the switch, "I'm not sure. The person in charge of the case is the Southern District Police Department. James and Wes have not reported any progress to the North District Police Department. I think, We have to wait until the Sabbat side, Allen's side where you went yesterday, find out the identity of the person who attacked Grandzmish."
"Well." Since the topic was changed deliberately, everyone should understand that Zach didn't really want to talk, "I agree. What we can do now is wait. Be quiet."
The person counting snowflakes was forced to become two...
the phone is ringing. In the office.
Zach patted Chapman on the shoulder and went up. The meaning of patting on the shoulder is that when you deliberately avoid something, the other party must cooperate with you, right? Zach was just grateful for Chapman's cooperation.
Picking up the phone, "It's me!" It was Walter, very straightforward, "Are you at home? Just stay here! I'll be right over!" There was also a vicious feeling, "Then when I arrive, you tell this Lu!" Lu? "I'm not your friend!! I'm not helping you find the murderer who attacked you!! I was just asked by Sibella to help the Sabbat! Yes! You heard me clearly! Help! The Sabbat! It's not you! Don’t let him please me! Stay away from me!!”
Zach didn't say a word before the call was hung up.
Zach held the receiver and stared at it for a while before hanging up with his lips curled up. It sounds like Hamilton and Sibella's negotiations were successful.
Zach was going downstairs to continue counting snowflakes.
Grande’s phone number has a special feature. I wonder if you have noticed it. Either it doesn't ring, or it keeps ringing.
"Have you forgotten something, Walter?" Zach was also quite childish. He didn't speak just now, but now he wants to take the lead, and he deliberately uses that impatient and sarcastic tone ~ everyone understands.
"Uh, I'm not Walt." Mr. Pickles' voice. Walter didn't even get his name right. But that’s right, Pixar didn’t know Walt.
"Mr. Pixar!" He raised his voice to express his apology, "Sorry, I was on the phone with someone else just now."
"Oh." No one is so leisurely to inquire about other people's private lives, "I'm calling from the church. Well, I've finished my work here and I want to see Toby. Can you inform you directly? Is there any security guard? I'll go in directly from this way."
Originally, the security in the cemetery was not so strict. Everyone knew that Mr. Pickles' son was buried here. He was not like Mr. Green in the nursing home. The security guards would normally let Mr. Pickles go. But didn't the attack happen? Anyway, is there any meaning? Anyway, the process is a bit cumbersome.
Zach agreed. He knocked on the table and informed Mo below. Everyone still remembers that the master control equipment installed by the security company is under the counter in the showroom.
It was also a short phone call. Both parties died at the same time, and Zach was about to go downstairs again, counting the snow...
When he answered the phone this time, Zach remained silent until he confirmed that the person on the other side of the receiver was breathing silently, it was Sibella.
"Sibella, I can hear your breathing." Zach spoke first.
There is still only breathing there.
"Sibella?" Zach was a little helpless, "Are you going to inform me that Walter is on the way? He has already called."
Still only breathing.
"If you don't speak, I'll die."
breathe.
"Uh." Zach was really about to hang up, the receiver had already lowered halfway.
"I'm thinking whether I should scold you first or thank you first." Finally there was a voice.
The receiver also returned to Zach's ear, "Let's save the thank you until the end. We don't need to say goodbye with bad words." So wise.
"Okay." Sibella agreed, "A group of high school students listened to Hamilton and I's discussion about Barton's future for at least 10 years. So, now you can think of all the words full of infinite malice in your mind, and use My voice roars at you once and for all without taking a breath."
Sibella’s scolding is so civilized and he is also a wise guy~
Zach raised an eyebrow. I was still thinking before, if Alice and the others went to find Toby, they would encounter negotiations between Sibella and Hamilton. Sure enough, they did. Zach began to respond, "I don't think you should be so angry. Anyway, you have to discuss these discussions with the black witch in Newton. If Alice and Maya are here, they can save you..."
Zach didn't even finish speaking, "But it's not just Alice and Maya! Sissi is also here. What good can it do to me?? Ha." Sibella laughed angrily, "Lola? Caesar? They are here, and they are good to me. What's the benefit??" Sibella might have been upset, "Haha, you should be here, you should see the kid's face when Chris heard Hamilton talk about Allen's funeral plan! You should also see Matthew here. The look on Hamilton's face when he heard him talking about Alpha! And Jackson? Kyle?... Haha, you just like this kind of thing, right!"
Hey, Zach really should be there. It's said to be a negotiation between the Sabbat and Wizard Barton, but look, all Barton's forces have a 'representative' participating in it, except Zack.
"Just helping high school students." Zach only regretted missing out, so he was not prepared to accept Sibella's anger. "The only way they can participate is because you allow them to participate, so don't blame me."
There was silence on the other side of the receiver for a while, and the meaningless laughter disappeared, and it became gloomy, "I didn't allow it. Hamilton allowed it. Huh. I have nothing to say, but I want to remind you that you are not the only smart person in Barton!" "
Zach frowned and thought about the real meaning of Sibella's expression. Zach got it. Just mention it. Now that we've spent so much time worrying about Grande's future, we should also realize who is Patton's future? These high school students.
"Suggestion accepted." Zach replied, "Now, thank me."
"Thank you for buying Barton's wizards and the aliens at least 10 years of time. Humph." I couldn't tell whether it was thanks or ridicule, and there was no time to let everyone feel, "hang up." Sibella hung up.
Zach also quickly put down the receiver, looking at the weak smile on Zach's face. The facts are there, completely expected, there's nothing more to say. Prepare to go downstairs again to count...
The receiver returned to Zach's ear, not breathing.
Zach raised his eyebrows, "Serys? Is that you? Your heartbeat is a little strange."
"Yes, it's me."
"What's wrong?" Zach didn't hear the other person's emotions, and now he was trying to get the noisy and messy background sound, "Where are you?"
"I'm in... Newton."
"Newton?" Completely unexpected.
"Well, Newton." It seemed that this guy's emotions were already in confusion, "I uh..."
Changed.
"It's me." It's Nainad. Don't be surprised. Zach gave Nainad the advice yesterday, asking him to go to Newton to stock up on food, wasn't it? Then, for the first time, Nenad didn't give Zach any chance to speak. "There's nothing you need to worry about. Sires will go to work as usual tomorrow. Well, that's it." He hung up.