It was probably two or three in the morning, and Zach was sitting in a dark corner in the Grand master's bedroom, Grand's master bedroom, looking through the police documents that James had brought back. Vertex 23S. Fastest update
It wasn't Zach who was diligent, it was James who came back too late. Everyone looked at Zach, who was holding on to the quilt and huddled up on the bed, and was also twitching slightly. The only thing that showed on his face outside the quilt was a ferocious expression of bitterness and hatred. Probably having a nightmare. Who would have thought that sleeping James would have so many scenes.
Zach wasn't the only one awake in Grande. Opposite this master bedroom, the light is on in Grande's sister's room.
In addition to the two girls who are studying witchcraft, there is also Sam, the soul puppet.
Anthony's departure in the afternoon had some side effects, and Sam refused to be carried around by Zach anymore. When Alice and Maya came back, the three witchcraft guys got together. Occasionally, a clanking sound can be heard from the room. You should be able to figure out what they're doing when they come out.
This made Zach a little frustrated. He was also going to talk to Alice and Maya about how they, a group of high school students, were observing the negotiations between the Sabbat and the wizards. As a result, Sam took the two girls away, and the only one who could talk to Zach was Matthew. If you talk to Matthew, you will definitely mention Alpha Benjamin, so forget it. After sending Matthew to learn carpentry from Old Hank, Zach never mentioned it again.
Zach turned a page in the police file in the dark. Zach's guess was correct. The Southern District Police's case was indeed heading towards an 'illegal armed group'. It's just that it turns out that the carriers of this illegal armed group are federal people, but now it seems to have become more serious because of its relationship with the northerners.
The report that Zach is reading now has a signature that Zach doesn’t recognize, but it started at the beginning of the year when an illegal armed group burned Herman’s son to death, which indirectly led to Herman closing the factory and abandoning Barton’s most representative local business, which led to A large number of citizens in Barton are unemployed, and the economy and stability of the entire city are threatened. By extension, the problem is somewhat bluntly elevated to an attack on the city of Barton.
Zach looked up briefly and thought for a moment. Although far-fetched, it is a 'conspiracy theory' worth developing.
Zach's idea is that if it can be confirmed that the 'illegal armed group' is targeting Barton's economy, things will fall into the direction that Zach... Toledo is best at.
If you think like this, you can understand Zach's bad intentions.
The premise is that it has become increasingly clear that Barton's future economic development will rely on trade with the Republic. The Federation-Republic trade is promoted by the Sabbat in the West.
After clarifying the above premise:
The illegal armed groups accurately hit Barton's local economy in the early stages of this trade, causing Herman's enterprise that maintained the basic economic layer of Barton to collapse.
The subsequent Fight Club and the collective changes in Newton's upper management in the fall put Newton into complete trouble. If you don't look at it with the idea of gloating about others' misfortune, objectively speaking, it means that Barton's surroundings are unable to provide Barton with help from neighbors.
at last. Patton's self-destruction cases are now starting to appear.
To sum up, I will first destroy your foundation and cut off your feet, so that you lose the ability to stand where you originally stood. I will cut off your opportunity for help again and break your hand so that you cannot reach out for help. In the end, it’s up to me to do whatever I want. I’ll blow up your bus, I’ll blow up your university, and I’ll blow up your funeral industry logo. I’m free to do whatever I want, but you can only bear with it.
Haha, everyone has not forgotten that Grande is the iconic company of the new funeral system~ I don’t digress from the topic.
Of course, we must be clear that this is not the case. First, then, and finally, these are all unrelated events, and are held by different powerful people.
But if Zach can sell this argument. Zach can easily tie the Sabbat to Barton on a political level. Created, the West, a huge political body that made Barton the protagonist of trade with the Republic, had to help Patton deal with the situation of this 'enemy' who wanted to destroy Patton. The quotation marks just mean that this 'enemy' is definitely not an illegal armed group, no one knows what it is.
Why.
Anyway, with the things that Old Hank has done, Zach's sense of identity as a undertaker is getting thinner and thinner, and it's time for Toledo to show his true colors.
Zach raised his legs and started kicking his bed.
The hideous lump on the bed began to sway along with the bed.
Poor James, going from one nightmare to another. He was going to be woken up by Zach. Zach wanted to have a good chat with James about the possibility of doing this. After all, this was also James' future.
In the darkness outside Grande, the faint sound of the engine became clear.
Zach raised his eyebrows, stood up in the corner, and looked out the window.
Zach's first reaction was Mr. Green. There is no hard logic, but the first reaction is that if this man who has been completely hit by reality and has lost his faith wants to choose a time to see his son who committed suicide, then such a snowy winter night is the most suitable for the atmosphere.
Zach guessed wrong.
Although the engine that could be seen clearly in the middle of the night came from the cemetery, it was not Mr. Green. It was Mr. Pickles who was slowly driving this way on the gravel road.
Zach was a little surprised. Has this guy been staying in the tomb area until now
James woke up, "You are sick..."
"Lie back and sleep." Zach was too lazy to pay attention to James.
"Tsk." James closed his eyes again. He didn't even know that he had escaped a real nightmare. He smashed his mouth and didn't know when he would fall asleep again.
Zach, stood at the window and looked sideways at the car slowly coming from the west.
Mr. Pixar also did not want the car to be so slow. The snow began to accumulate again after the sun went down. The dirt road in front of Grande was not difficult to walk on, but it was definitely not friendly to any pedestrians or vehicles. Mr. Pickles was probably a little impatient himself. The extremely clear car lights in the dark kept switching between high beam and low beam, but the place they illuminated was still white.
Zach waited quietly. The hum of the engine was getting closer and closer, and the sound of the snow being pushed became gradually clearer. Zach also heard sneezing sounds that were obviously abnormal intermittently. Mr. Pickles doesn't seem to be doing well.
Zach turned on the light.
"Tsk! You are sick!" Zhan, who was not asleep...
"Shut up and go to sleep." Zach began to take off his shirt, and then rummaged through the closet. Everyone was curious about Zach's pajamas. Disappointed, Zach pulled out a pair of James's pajamas, put them on, opened the window, and stretched out, "Pixar?"
The ordinary switching of the car lights paused for a moment, and Pixar also tilted his body and poked his head out of the car window, "Uh... I'm sorry, did I wake you up?" It was such a strong nasal voice.
"No, I didn't sleep." Zach said while rubbing his eyes and hugging his shoulders that were wrapped in the cold air by the window. "You sound wrong? Are you sick?"
So cooperative, Pixar’s head shook suddenly outside the car window, and he sneezed so loudly that Pixar almost hit the rearview mirror, “No, I’m fine.”
"Wait a minute." Zach retracted into the window, closed the window, took off his shirt again, threw it directly in the face of James who was staring at him, put on his clothes, and didn't bother to explain to James. door.
It was obvious that Mr. Pickles was preparing to leave silently. When Zach appeared at the main entrance of Grande, Mr. Pickles's car had almost reached the area of Porch's house.
"Stop." Zach strode towards the car in the snow.
The car stopped but didn't turn off the engine. Zach took some time to walk to the car and looked inside at Mr. Pixar, whose eyes were bloodshot and his nose was completely frizzy and red from being rubbed by the tissue. He sneezed again in unison. Pixar lay on the steering wheel and tried his best to steady himself. He held his head so he didn't hit the speaker.
"Uh, Mr. Pickles. You are not in a state to drive at all right now." Zach pulled the car door, "Get out of the car, go to Grande to have a rest, and find a friend to pick you up."
Everyone should be aware of the state of a severe cold. Mr. Pixar was already in a very embarrassed state. At this moment, Zach's face seemed to look a little more ugly. He held the steering wheel weakly and said, "Uh, friends. You held Toby's funeral. Did you see any, ah, ah Sneeze! Sneeze, uh, is my friend attending?"
Zach couldn't help but follow the toilet paper Pixar threw away. On the passenger seat, it was as if snow had passed through the roof of the car, and the white paper had completely covered the seat.
"I can call Blake." Zach pulled the car door again, not allowing Mr. Pickles to continue his evasive attitude, "This is not the North District, this is the South District. I promise, if your car loses control on Route 27 , unless you rush to someone else's house, no one will find out, and no one will save you." This is not nice to say, but it is most likely true. If something happened to Pixar, it would probably just be buried in Dongxie's field without anyone noticing...
Mr. Pickles struggled for a moment and said, "Okay, okay."
The car door opened.
Zach supported Mr. Pickles and walked toward Grande.
Fortunately, in order to take care of the two girls and James, although there are no humans in Grandery now, there is still heating supply. It was obvious that Mr. Pixar felt much more comfortable after entering Grande. Zach led the men into the dining room and then to the kitchen.
Coffee didn't seem like a good choice, so Zach found the chocolate powder that Alice had used to make snacks and boiled water.
"Sorry for waking you up so late." Mr. Pickles apologized while holding a bucket of tissues.
Zach no longer insisted on his original statement, "It doesn't matter." While busy in the kitchen, he asked, "Have you been in the tomb area? Did you come home so late?"
"Uh..." Mr. Pixar was laughing at himself, "I accidentally fell asleep behind the tombstone. Your employees discovered me during the night patrol..."
Zach looked back at the man, unable to comment. He shook his head and frowned, "Employees? The security guards in the cemetery should be patrolling at all times. I pay them for their work."
"I don't know." This is obviously not a question that Mr. Pickles can answer.
Zach pursed his lips and settled the matter for now. After making the hot chocolate with a drop of his own blood, he brought it to Mr. Pixar. He took a look at the other person's condition and said, "I think we have some regular medicine upstairs. I'll call Blake. You wait a moment." The first half of this sentence For the part, everyone just thinks Zach is a great human actor.
Entering the office, Zach called Blake. I won’t waste everyone’s time retelling this process, but I will mention one detail. Zach heard Jason’s voice in the background. Don't judge, everyone has their own way of life.
As he went down, Zach tore off a corner of the paper and crumpled it into particles.
Back to the restaurant. Zach handed over the 'medicine' in his hand, in red, "Fever-reducing medicine, you should feel better, but it may make you want to sleep." It is common sense that anti-fever medicine can make people sleepy, as for a Whether a ball made of paper can complete this common sense, haha, depends on the red in Zach's eyes.
"Thank you." Mr. Pickles took it and swallowed the hot drink in his hand.
Zach sat down opposite Mr. Pickles, and Chihong had already withdrawn, "Considering the traffic conditions outside, Blake should be there in 40 minutes." If it weren't for the snow, the road was clear late at night, it should be 20 minutes, "You want to chat? , it’s better to go upstairs and watch TV or something.”
Pixar was a little hesitant, which was good, so that he didn't realize that he stopped sneezing after taking the hot drink, "I'll stay here, I don't want to go up and disturb your family."
What a welcome guest, knowing that up there is where Grande's family sleeps.
And, "Don't worry about me, just go and rest..." Before he finished speaking, Pixar consciously looked at the space between the two of them, realizing that he was an outsider after all and needed to be watched.
Zach is very satisfied with such a conscious guest. He made an expression as if he was trying to find a topic, "So, did you go to the Church of the Holy Child this morning?"
"Uh... um." There was a slight feeling that they didn't want to talk, but the two of them stared at each other for 40 minutes, "I have a, uh, group to go to church to discuss something."
"Group?" Zach certainly knows what Pixar's group is. Pixar is the rabbit, remember. However, it has to be said from the other person's mouth, right? Zach was too lazy to explain his relationship with Darcy, "It's like an interest group." For example, Sibella's book club~
"Uh, pretty much."
"Haha." Zach smiled, "I also had this kind of interest group before, role-playing type. Haha, I wonder if you know the game Dungeons and Dragons?" Zach's purpose was very clear, "Everyone Wear the character's props, pretend to be someone you are not, and explore dangerous dungeons. Haha, it's so ridiculous to say that, haha, a bunch of adults don't live their lives seriously, put on weird costumes, and pretend to be someone else. Playing child’s games…”
Of course, Zach noticed that Mr. Pixar's face turned weird and stopped belittling Fitz's group of otakus. "What's wrong?" He was exaggeratedly surprised, "No way? Is your group the same?"
Pixar looked at Zach, hesitant to speak, shook his head and remained silent.
This is beyond Zach's expectation. Normally, during a normal chat, Pixar should give some information at this time. Even if it doesn't say that his group is a place where people complain about life, it should also give out information about the role players. Resonate, and at least give a hint that your group is not a child's play like Zach's. After all, being hit by life to the point of starting a gathering to discuss the topic that life is not real is definitely not a child's game, it is an adult tragedy.
Zach gave two points that allowed Pixar to continue, but the other party didn't pick up any of them. This makes Zach not understand.
Zach tried to save this unexpected atmosphere, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to inquire about you, I was just chatting. Please don't take it personally if I'm offended..."
"Do you know what a vampire is?" Pixar spoke very suddenly.
Zach opened his mouth, "Why suck blood?"
"It's nothing." Pixar turned his head and waved his hands, "It's nothing. I... I feel sleepy. Wow, your medicine works really quickly. I..." He lay on the table.
Zack looked over Pixar's head and blinked.
Uh, what's going on.
Well, there is no surprise. This term describing a non-human creature with human form was what Ms. West told everyone present during the group sharing. Just before the self-destruction occurred, she said this, Haha, the 'vampire' who was written as a character by his friend affected everyone's life, didn't he