In Noel District, it’s not a sea-view house with a private beach, but an ordinary single-family house to the west. Vertex 23S. Fastest update The curtain behind the window on the second floor was opened, and Mr. Pickles' face was revealed behind the window.
"The snow has stopped." Mr. Pickles turned around and shouted into the house, then he was stunned for a moment and shook his head. When he got up, he forgot that his son had already died.
But apart from this moment of amnesia, overall Mr. Pickles handled the loss of his son quite calmly. Without any unnecessary emotions, he disappeared from the window and entered the bathroom.
It's normal washing. I don’t know how long it will take, but let’s take a look at Mr. Pickles’ bedroom.
In addition to the crosses and statues of the Holy Lord hanging on the walls and other faith-related objects, the things worth paying attention to are the daily furniture. Thin gauze cloth covered most of the utensils. It seemed that in the entire bedroom, only the bed and the wardrobe were left. Everything else was covered. There was also a half-packed suitcase at the end of the bed. This is like leaving home.
Pixar came out and arranged his appearance in front of the closet. He was wearing clothes for going out.
Leaving the bedroom, he turned around in the corridor and entered a room that seemed to be a study. The same gauze covered most of the utensils, leaving only a desk with writing paper on the table.
Pixar picked up the letter that should have been written last night at the desk. It starts with Hermann, plus a colon.
Without being able to read more, Pixar had already folded the letter, put it in the envelope prepared aside, sealed it, and stuffed it into his pocket. You probably have to send letters when you go out.
Go downstairs.
It is estimated that Pixar is really leaving this home. If we talk about the rooms on the second floor, they have retained some functional furniture because they know how to use them. The first floor was almost completely covered with gauze. It goes well with the snow-covered world outside, Bai.
the phone is ringing.
Pixar hesitated for a moment, probably too lazy to go upstairs, and went directly to the living room to answer the phone.
Well…
Pixar's footsteps were still walking towards the phone, but his eyes were uncontrollably fixed on the strange man sitting on the sofa covered with gauze. Such a fat man…
Trespassing
It doesn't look like it is. The man flipped through the newspaper he had read, glanced at Pixar, raised his finger slightly and pointed at the flashing and ringing phone under the gauze, "You first."
Pixar blinked and shook his head with a confused expression. Between his home being invaded by strangers and the increasingly harsh ringtones ringing in the quiet environment, he chose the latter without any logic. He lifted the gauze and picked up the phone, "Pixar." He still looked at the man sitting in his living room uncontrollably.
"It's me, Blake." The other side of the receiver spoke, "My vacation is over, and I probably won't be able to accompany you today." Blake's voice sounded a little impatient, "But I should have some time at noon, we are in Bay Qi, let’s make an appointment for a meal. Before I leave, I want to..."
Pixar withdrew his gaze, frowned, and showed irritation on his face, "How many times have I told you, I don't need you to accompany me, and I don't need you to send me off. Just work hard after your vacation is over. You are working on behalf of the mayor, so concentrate on !I don’t need you..." It seems to be a normal feeling for elders to educate younger ones.
Clatter, clatter, was the sound of a fat stranger flipping through a newspaper. Then without any warning, "Blake, the public relations officer of the mayor's office. Work..." He seemed to be reasoning based on the news in the newspaper, "It was the attack that Mayor Barton experienced at Mary's Church yesterday. Tsk." "
Pixar stared at this strange fat man...
"Again, the Patton-Newton city connection that happened between the two mayoral candidates."
"Mr. Pixar? Mr. Pixar? Are you still there?" Blake asked twice in the receiver.
"I, I'm still here." It took a lot of effort for Pixar to turn away from the unfamiliar fat man and stare at the phone. "I still have something to do. Hang up." He really hung up.
Taking a deep breath to adjust his emotions, he turned to the unfamiliar fat man without leaving the phone. The confusion was gone, and he said seriously, "Who are you! Why are you in my house! Answer me, or I will call the police!"
This is only logical. But it seems, useless
"Call the police? It's more useful to run out as soon as possible than to call the police." The fat stranger closed the newspaper, held the newspaper in half with his fat fingers, and moved his fat body on the gauze-covered sofa, "Here's your newspaper." I just found this in your mailbox."
It's simply unbelievable. I don't know how a package the size of a shoe box was blocked behind this guy's body just now. Throw it to Pixar in front of the phone.
boom!
The package landed with a heavy sound.
If Pixar didn't pick it up, no normal person would pick it up. However, the rhythm of Pixar's questioning seems to have been interrupted by this inexplicable action. Just based on the clues obtained now, can anyone determine whether this strange fat man is good or evil
Pixar glanced at the package in front of his feet, which had been opened. The smoothly cut postal seal is obscured from view by the opened package.
But inside the opened package box, you can clearly see the manuscript that has been opened.
"There is a letter attached." The fat stranger was playing with his fat fingers without a tone of voice. "It is a woman named West. She seems to be sorry for missing your appointment at the church of the Holy Child on Saturday. This is an apology and compensate."
Pixar was stunned again. Human beings, sometimes it is really indescribable. At critical moments, they always inexplicably go out of the window like this, "What is this?"
"The letter said it was written by her friend. It features a man named Zachary Grande." The unfamiliar fat man shrugged, if the edge of his huge body could be considered a shoulder, "turned over a little, It’s too long, I don’t want to read it.”
"Zach, Zach?!"
The fat stranger raised an eyebrow. Same as above, if the hair squeezed into the flesh that I don't even know how to describe can be regarded as an eyebrow. "Oh~ you know him?"
Of course I do. Who doesn’t know Zach? But now is not the time to complain, it’s the time to follow Pixar’s thinking.
Ms. West’s friend wrote the main character.
About Ms. West's friend, about this friend's main character. Taking these two points as a starting point, what does Pixar know
So, set aside everything in real life, all the newspaper analysis of Barton's funeral business; the funeral owner who Blake unexpectedly called a friend; the man who forced his son's funeral; the man who was persuaded to take care of him in the middle of the night... What Pixar Knows , information about Zachary Grande.
What did Ms. West, who was wearing a cat mask, say at the rally where the self-destruction occurred
Maybe a little ridiculous. Pixar's whole body began to tremble, and he remembered the question he asked Zach before falling asleep after taking the medicine in Grande.
"Do you know about vampires?"
This was supposed to be a way to avoid the topic of Zach's role-playing, just to squeeze out a time-killing conversation...
"Your heartbeat changes a little erratically." The unfamiliar fat man spoke again, "What are you thinking of?"
The most urgent logic finally returned: "I don't know you! Get out! I'm calling the police!" Pixar really picked up the phone and started dialing with the other hand.
The phone disappeared.
Pixar held the microphone in one hand, and still had the dialing action with the other hand, but what the end of his fingers touched was not a dial, but a huge, fat, squirming hand that took the place of the phone.
The weirdest thing? It's the wire that connects the microphone and the phone. Yes, the kind of wire that is twisted and twisted to meet the stretching needs. One end, at the end of a microphone that Pixar lay on the side of his face. The other end, on the back of that fat hand.
Like anyone whose mind goes blank, Pixar's gaze followed the swaying phone cord, along the thick, bloated arms like elephant legs, and along the broad outline that almost obscured his entire field of vision...
This stranger was too huge to be human and had a pair of red eyes. The red that eats away at everything in Pixar’s vision.
"You haven't answered my question yet, human."
what is the problem? !
"You know this Zachary Grande?"
"I..." I recognized the word but didn't say it. My home is white! White that matches the outside world! No red!
When Pixar's vision suddenly faded, he turned around and ran.
"Tsk." The unfamiliar fat giant raised his hand.
Although, as always, this will be marked with Roman numerals to mark the beginning of the timeline, from Mr. Pixar's perspective. But I hope that with God’s perspective, we have already guessed what this fat stranger is.
Accompanied by the sound of bones breaking, Pixar's body, which had probably only taken one step, was turned over like a tattered bag and faced the huge 'giant' again.
The red eyes have been closed, and the fat accumulated on the forehead has cracked open as it squirms.
The slit is open, red, third eye.
"Answer me, do you know Zachary Toredo."
The world has been covered in red. There was no way Pixar could regain consciousness under this eye.
but. Something's wrong, and Pixar doesn't know the answer to the question Zachary Torredo? who
The huge body is melting.
The squirming pieces of flesh were twitching, reddening, and strangely showing bulging blood vessels. It's as if you can hear the gurgling sound of blood rushing in that squirming piece of flesh! That huge outline shrank in the countless criss-crossing blood streams rushing toward the third eye on his forehead.
"Tsk!" The questioner, whose body was melting, seemed to be losing his patience, "Zachary Torrey...*! Grande!"
"Know!" There was no resistance at all.
"Where is he?! Is it from this manuscript..." The manuscript wrapped quietly on the ground, "A place called Grande Funeral Home?!*!*!!" The modal particles behind it are no longer related to Pixar. It doesn't matter, it's purely emotional venting
The third eye was closed. It closed after consuming nearly half of the volume of this huge body.
The world is back to white.
Pixar's eyes regained their normal look. When the fat stranger left his body with his atrophied but still thick arms and pressed them against his forehead, Pixar turned around again and ran.
It's just that this time, I'm afraid I haven't even taken a step forward.
The sound of bones breaking just now didn't exist. Pixar collapsed to the ground like a monkey with his bones removed.
Clang.
The phone, which had been missing for a while, fell in front of Pixar's eyes. A very heavy foot stepped into Pixar's sight.
As if sighing, "It's useless. Tsk, it doesn't matter. Grand Funeral Home... No." The box containing the manuscript was dragged to the edge of Pixar's field of vision, picked up, and disappeared from sight, "Wei Ste and her friends." Stepping out of Pixar's field of vision.
The world fell silent.
There was a little movement. It's a breath, a bit long, as if it's the last time in life.
Pixar looked at Pixar lying in front of him, lying on the floor with him, and unexpectedly a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Is it an hallucination? Haha, I looked at myself."
"It's not an illusion." Another Pixar spoke, "It's me, Toby."
Consciousness is probably really lost. Don't try to find logic in the conversation happening at this time.
"Yes, Toby. I always thought you inherited my nose, but I think your mother's nose is prettier. You should just follow her and not look exactly like me."
The other Pixar, rolled his eyes, "No, Father, you're going to die, and all you see is yourself."
"Yes. Is it really an illusion, hehehe..."
"Why are you talking nonsense to him? Ask him!" The third Pixar appeared, also lying on the floor, with his head next to the first two Pixars, with an impatient look on his face, "Ask him for his body! You don't want him now Really die now!"
The second Pixar, yes, the one who rolled his eyes, "But he is my father, and it feels a bit weird for me to possess him. Why not let him die and become an earthbender so that he can see my true form."
The third Pixar spoke, "Are you stupid? What happens after you become an Earthbinder? You ask your father to take a look at you. Hey, he probably won't even look at you. He will just start reappearing in death, and then accept the trial of faith and go to heaven. ! Do you think this is still the same as you? That idiot Jackson is deliberately making small moves to delay your trial! Don’t make such expectations, no one knows when the faith trial will appear! This is your only chance to save your father’s life! "
"Oh." The second Pixar looked back at the first Pixar and blinked, "But it's still weird. This is my father's body..."
The first Pixar one started to close his eyes with a smile on his face. Who would have thought that the hallucination before death could be so...
"Uh, hell, get out of the way. If you don't come, I will!" The third Pixar moved.
The Pixars disappeared. Standing up is the only Pixar, twisting and correcting misaligned and broken bones.
The black shadow probed a tentacle on the surface of the gauze, "Wander? Is that you?"
"Otherwise!" 'Mr. Pixar' twisted his body, "Two days at most, tsk, that Zmich's attack was too harsh!"
"Where's father?"
"Here." He twisted his body and patted his head, "Put it in the corner and give him some time to accept all this."
"So, what should we do now?"
"Save your father! Vampire blood!"
"Going to Grande?"
"Well… "
"Aren't you going?"
"Stop making noise and let me think!"
"oh."
This thought took about three minutes of Pixar's limited life.
"I don't want to get involved in Zach's matter! That Zmich just looked like he was not easy to deal with. Did you see that? That third eye! That is the charming pupil of Toledo! I don't want to explain to Zach There's something I can't explain!" 'Mr. Pickles' had an annoyed look on his face.
"Then what do we do?"
"Sibella, Sibella has vampire blood there! We can 'borrow' some, and she won't find out! Then anyway, your father has to leave this dangerous Barton. We have dealt with the rest of his affairs and sent him out of Barton. !”
"Then let's go to Sibera's place." The small black tentacles began to move.
"Wait a minute!" 'Mr. Pickles' looked confused, "But we can't not remind Zach at all! After all, he is the most important guy in Barton right now! Uh, we have to remind him!"
"Oh, what do we do?"
"Tsk, Toby! Can you be of any use?!"
"I, am I still learning from you..."
"You're learning Shadowman! Not your brain... uh, forget it." 'Mr. Pixar' covered his head and began to talk to himself, "How can I remind Zach? How can I remind Zach? How can I remind him?" Reminder... Got it!"
'Mr. Pixar' picked up the phone on the ground, and while dialing, he murmured as if he was rehearsing, "I want Zach to realize that Zachary Grande's identity has been equated with a vampire somewhere. I To let Zach know something is going on here at Pixar, tsk, damn Madison, handing out book manuscripts everywhere! And that West... "Don't complain, dial up, super slow," I, I want to get rid of any trace of my involvement, Solve all Pixar's personal matters when Zach shows up and send him out of Barton! Disappear! Well! That's it!!"
The call went through, and Zach answered the phone incredibly quickly.
'Mr. Pixar' didn't need to perform anymore. The tension in that moment was real enough. "Is it Zachary Grande?"
Zach over there.
"Mr. Pickles?"