The rare sunny days in winter are suitable to circulate the air in stuffy rooms. Vertex 23S. Fastest update
The windows and doors of the entire employee living area were opened, but it was winter after all. A group of employees complained and made a noise... "If you make any more noise, go accompany Bain and the others to clean up the tomb area!" Old Hank threatened his employees. It is quite now.
One guy has been quiet, Dale Walker. He stood under the patio, looking up in a daze. Bain's wife was trying to hang up some washed sheets to soak up the scent of sunshine.
The ladder had been leaning there for a long time, but the woman, holding her arms full of things, tried going back and forth several times, but failed to get up. She needs help.
"Walker? Right, can you help me..."
Dale glanced at Bain's wife, turned around and left.
"Hey you..."
Dell has no intention of explaining.
Dale exited the living area and glanced at Grande's back porch. Over there, Grande seemed to be enjoying the sunshine as well. Zach and Louise were chatting on the bench. It seemed like they had an interesting topic. The two of them had a great time chatting.
There is no better opportunity.
Dale walked over.
I think everyone hates it when you walk into a situation and everyone looks at you and goes silent.
That's what Dale faced when he stepped onto the back porch.
After the silence, Louise stood up and said, "I'm going to the counter. The weather is nice today, so there will probably be customers coming." It's not the customers who need a funeral, but the kind of customers who visit their old friends. Remember, selling memorial items is also part of Grande's business.
Zach nodded, his eyes swept over Dale, and continued to enjoy the sunshine.
"Can we talk?" Dale suggested.
"Uh-huh." Zach responded, need more? This new employee has probably said less than 10 sentences to himself since he arrived here. This also contains last night's 'secret'.
"Last night, you..."
"Sorry, I'll take a call." Zach interrupted, nodded with a smile to show his sincerity in apologising, and stood up to go back to Grande.
Dale felt offended. Telephone? Damn phone call! There aren't any ringtones at all. So, regardless of whether Zach allowed it or not, he followed Zach into the Grand with a frown on his face. Today, be sure to have a valuable exchange with this Grande owner!
I was stunned for a moment, as if this was my first time entering Grande. 15 days, an employee who stepped into the office area for the first time. Well.
"Dingle bell bell bell bell..."
From weak to clear. Dale's wrinkled face gradually became confused as he went up the stairs. 'There really is a phone! How did he hear it? '
Zach, when he turned around on the stairs, he also looked at Dale and tilted his head. Zach didn't expect this guy to follow. But he didn't say anything. Let's see what this guy wants to do.
Walking into the office, Zach felt a little 'cute' when he saw Dell hesitate at the door of the office, and finally stepped in, but consciously walked to the corner, staring at a certain wine bottle on the bookcase in a daze, saying that he didn't have it. Be attentive to Zach's wishes on the phone.
Zach shrugged and answered the phone, "Grand."
"It happened again." Dora was on the other side of the receiver, her tone was irritated.
"Failed again?" Zach's tone and expression were relaxed.
"Well, for some unknown reason, the Ban Lin we created couldn't survive the sunrise! Tsk! He blew himself up in front of me!"
Don’t ask questions yet, listen first.
Zach seemed to have an indifferent attitude, "Do you need to clean up people?"
Dale in the corner tensed up.
"No need this time. With the lesson learned last time, Eve didn't let him leave the laboratory at all. We can... those wizards can handle it themselves."
"Oh." Zach seemed to have lost interest, "So, do you need new experimental materials?"
"Not yet."
"Okay." It felt like Zach wanted to hang up the phone, "Is there anything else?"
"Tsk. We need Sibella!"
"Don't worry, she will be back." Zach tilted his head.
"I know she will come back! But the question is when!" Dora on the other side of the receiver began to be irritable. Maybe she had been irritable from the beginning. "This is the Rimmer-Wizard joint experiment! Sibella has left It’s been more than half a month! This group of wizards is useless without Sibella! Eve has already controlled most of the experimental decisions! If Sibella never comes again! This experiment will become Rimmer’s exclusive! This combination The laboratory will be taken back by Rimmer sooner or later!"
"What does it matter?" Zack shrugged.
"Uh, what does it matter? Have you forgotten?! Once Rimmer conducts his own experiments in a closed manner, no one can interfere!! You have forgotten how Rimmer got further and further away from us in the Secret Alliance? ?”
"Yeah." Zach blinked, "You have a point." Speaking of which, Rimmer, who had once closed himself in research, didn't even know that his alliance had left Barton. If Rimmer didn't have Sibella's wizard channel to communicate with the outside world, he might have followed the same path as before.
What? You say it's impossible? Are the Smith family and the Quinn family controlled by Rimmer still cooperating? Asylum? Riemer has not lost the communication channel with the outside world
Oh, don't you all watch the news? Mrs. Quinn is dead, and the asylum belongs to the Smith family.
Zach held the receiver and thought for a while, "I'm going to find Sibella. I just want to go out..."
was interrupted, "Don't even think about it! You stay in Barton!!" Dora on the other side of the receiver was extremely determined, "Use your power in the Sabbat! Find out what happened to Sibella! Uh, then ask about the current situation of the two shadow people." Obviously wanting to quickly skip the topic that Zach wanted to leave, "That Chapman has been pestering me these past few days to ask how Wander is doing, it's so annoying! "
"Chapman?" Zach's attention is really easy to divert. "Does he often bother you?"
"Yes! Taken by your James!"
"My James, hehehe." Zach felt funny at this statement.
"Yes! He comes here every day with a bunch of missing persons cases of immigrants from the North!!" He is getting more and more irritated... no, he is angry, "Every time he comes, he leaves a bunch of missing persons notices for Georgina! He did it on purpose ! Every time I see his face, I want to strangle him to death!"
If a vampire says it wants to strangle you, that's the greatest achievement you can achieve in life. Not even a vampire wants to taste you, proud.
"Hehehe." Zach smiled, but it wasn't enough, so he continued to laugh, "Hehehe..."
"Stop laughing!" Dora's voice in the receiver rose an octave, "Just deal with it!!"
"Okay~" Zach agreed without sincerity.
"Uh." The voice in the receiver suddenly became serious, "I'm serious, if you don't think of a way to deal with James, I might actually make him disappear one day. No one likes him."
"up to you."
The receiver paused for a moment, "Are you serious??"
"Really, I don't care."
"Okay." Hang up.
It was neat and tidy, not giving Zach a chance to regret.
Zach, after hearing the hang-up tone, he put down the receiver leisurely. Zach didn't forget that there was someone in the office, "Dale, do you have something to tell me?"
Dell didn't respond. Why? The phone call, where he could only hear half of the conversation, ended so suddenly that he didn't even react.
"Dale?" Zach called again.
Dell responded, walking to the desk quickly and without any hesitation, he sat across from Zach, "On your phone call just now, you mentioned the job of the cleaner."
"Oh, it's the job you went to Pai Siying a week ago." Zach casually touched a pen and played with it in his hand. I had never noticed before that Grande’s pens are all good. Grande and Hank Sr. had commendable taste.
"The cleanup work was similar to the scene of the suicide bombing in Patton." Dell used some rhetoric to complete this sentence.
Successfully getting Zach's attention, he put down the pen to avoid having to touch something again. Zach clasped his hands and placed them on the table, "Oh? Have you seen the scene of the suicide case?" Dell used 'similar' Isn't that the word
"No, but there is in the news. Especially the self-explosion case in Mary Church." Even though Dale is saying this, we still have to make it clear that the self-explosion case in Mary Church is fake. "Because your mayor was involved, reporters were The description in the report was very carefully written.”
Zach's interest became a little higher, "You said, 'your mayor'. Aren't you from Barton, Dale?"
Dale was stunned for a moment, turned around, and avoided the question.
"Haha, don't be nervous, I just realized that we don't seem to understand each other." Zach said that he just realized it, who can believe it, "I remember..." Zach raised his eyebrows, "Last time we talked, It seems like half a month ago, we only introduced each other by name."
Dale felt choked. Zach on the other side was prepared to pretend that the 'secret' from last night no longer existed.
OK. Dale lowered his eyes and looked at Zach's hand on the table, "No, it was fourteen days ago, the second day I came to Grande, right after Officer Chapman left Grande. Not half a moon."
"Haha, it's just a day's difference." Zach smiled and raised his finger. Didn't Dell watch it again? Give him some updates to watch so as not to get too bored. "You remember it clearly."
"It must be clear that this is the only time I communicate with my boss." Dell found that Zach's fingers were pretty good-looking, neither too smooth nor too rough, slender enough but not too thin and weak, and generous but not bloated. Anyway, it’s the kind that’s just right in all aspects, “I may be a newbie, but I also want to leave an impression on my boss.”
"Is it an impression?" Zach satisfied Dale's observation of his hands and changed the posture to hold them, "Yes. I think..." The memory states, "You were the one Old Hank sent Siying to take with him last time. "It's similar to the boss's encouragement to his employees, "Do a good job, newbie, haha."
"So the boss of Grande is actually Hank?" The hands are indeed good-looking hands, but Dale also knows very well what Evan's hands look like. We may not have much picture of Evan's hands, but we know one thing that Evan ended up in jail because of his hands that committed injuries.
Dale really couldn't imagine that such a conflict between two hands would occur. The pair in front of him now would have the absolute upper hand, and even complete the operation of stuffing Evan into the coffin and hanging it from the roof.
"You all belong to the old Hank tube." Zach answered with a statement.
If he hadn't held back, he would have said "tsk". This exchange started to go in a meaningless direction again. He was worthy of being the Zachary Grande who could socialize with so many people at the funeral. There was no flaw in the answer.
Dale looked at another part of Zach's body, the shoulder. This part doesn’t lie, any upper body effort in the human body starts here, “Mrs. Quinn’s funeral a few days ago.”
Zach tilted his head and stretched his shoulders and neck. Of course, our vampire knows exactly where the other human's gaze is. If you want to see it, let me show it to you, "Huh? What's wrong?"
"You seem to know a lot of people. Big shots in Barton."
"It's the funeral industry." Zach stretched his body, very casually, "Everyone in this city has to deal with me."
Is this black humor? Will everyone die
Dale's cheek twitched, he had seen enough. Even with the heavy clothing covering him, he could already confirm that judging from his body size, it was impossible for the master of Grande in front of him to beat Evan, "Barton is more than just a funeral home for Grande."
"But only Grande has the cemetery~All the high-end funerals of Allen and Ford require Grande's cemetery. Haha we have an agreement~" Zach smiled and raised his hand, crossing the desk, "You can't think that those The big shot in Barton will want to be cremated hastily." Patting Dale on the shoulder, the boss encouraged the employee again, "Do a good job, newcomer, Grande, you have a great future~"
As you know, when a conversation begins to frequently bypass the point that the parties want to gain, something called patience will be exhausted.
Zach's retracted hand was stopped in mid-air. Dale grabbed Zach's hand and said, "But I'm not just a mortician, right?" His tone was also a little gloomy. The reason
here
I'm not stupid, I can see who is the important person in Grande, but I am not on the important person's side. Now I have thoughts about changing my position. And you, how about at least giving me some opening where I can go to your side? !
Not really.
Dale didn't even realize how his world fell, spun, climbed, and stagnated. When the senses are working normally, what you see is a pair of shoes and a squatting body.
The head that was lying on the floor was lifted up by the hand that was just right.
Okay, maybe seeing Zach's face can give him a clue as to how he was knocked to the ground.
No. The head that was raised was all red.
The redness that felt like it had lasted forever faded away, "Forget it." Zach's smiling face appeared after the redness faded, looking at Dale on the ground, "You seem to be a sensible guy." This was a comment that Dale did not fight back immediately and was still calm. Try to obtain information and then make judgments.
Zach grabbed Dale's shoulders and lifted them up, standing there with friendly help. Dale sorted out the wrinkled clothes, "I have a good impression of you, Dale Walker. I think you have been good since the first time you came. You are very quiet." .I like quiet people.”
"Is this a good thing or a bad thing?" Dale stood in front of Zach and did not move. No matter how hard he felt, he could only use normal strength to pull on the edges of his clothes.
"Let's see if you can keep this second secret between us."
The second secret? What just happened? Zach fell down instantly. Was it still that red color that he didn’t know what it was
"I'm quiet," was Dale's answer.
"Haha, that's a good thing~"