In the early morning, Zach went out after receiving a voting call letter from the city government in his mailbox. Vertex 23S. Fastest update
The two things were conveniently stacked together. Zach was going to the hospital to find Mrs. Quinn.
Barton's street scene is too familiar to mention, passing through the vampire's route, starting directly from the hospital.
Zach was stopped at the door. To be precise, no one stopped him. It was just that the crowd blocked the main entrance of the hospital. No one could enter or leave.
Zach didn't care about what happened for a moment. He was about to go around, find an open window and climb in. No one needs to know that there's another vampire in the hospital anyway~
Zach had just chosen a detour direction...
"Mr. Grand!!" Among the crowd surrounding the hospital entrance, an unexpectedly familiar voice called Zach.
Zach looked over with some confusion. I frowned instinctively, isn't this Grande's client? That husband and that wife are the family members of the deceased, whose bodies were harvested in the hospital.
"Mr. Grande!! Just in time! Mr. Grande is here! Let him prove what I said!!" The husband pushed aside the crowd and started running towards Zach.
Zach maintained his frown. The funeral was tomorrow, and Zach was not prepared to see them the day before. He didn't even expect to be involved in the trouble at hand.
trouble? Sincerely, don’t you have a premonition of what is about to happen
The enlarged comparison photo was posted on a sign hanging on the husband's chest. On the left, is a picture of his wife smiling in her daily life. On the right is the 'work' completed by Zach and Hamilton on the stone platform in Grand's basement.
"Mr. Grande!!" The husband didn't get Zach's consent, so he handed part of the sign on his chest to Zach's hand, forcing Zach to hold it with his hands, "Tell these people! You want to let me My wife's body, body..." After all, there were still emotional fluctuations, "Recovery! How much of this stuffing was used!!" As the sign was half handed to Zach for support, his free hand slapped hard on the right side. In the photo, the point is exactly where the clothes covering the body have been lifted up, exposing the seams on the chest.
After all, the grooming was not for a formal funeral, and Zach did not complete all the work in some details. The incomplete sutures revealed objects that were clearly not human organs.
Zach kept frowning and glanced at the passers-by with different expressions that had come in front of him.
But this time doesn't seem to be the kind of situation where you can give the other party the definition of a passerby and leave with peace of mind. So Zach pursed his lips and glanced at the husband beside him, "Are you sure? This is your wife." I hope this gives the deceased a last decent reminder and can arouse some, uh, conscience of the people around him? Morality? ethics? No, those are not the right words. But everyone should understand what Zach means.
The husband responded very simply, "Yes! This is my wife! But tomorrow, the future..." He stared firmly at the passers-by in front of him, "This is your wife! Your husband! Your children, parents! Even you Yourself! So! Mr. Grande, tell them! Tell them the truth!”
Zach turned away his eyes, "Okay." Holding the sign, he stretched out his hand to circle the photo on the right, "The chest part is about 5 kilograms, which is not much, but like any material used in funeral homes, it is hollow. The amount is not important, the main thing is shaping. I almost made a complete female torso and filled this part." Zach shook his hand, "The part of the stitched skin you see is not actually that of the deceased. The skin is cloth. The skin she left behind will be used on the parts that will be exposed at the funeral, such as the face and neck... "
Zach noticed that the husband beside him was becoming unstable. Zach helped him. It seemed that the husband had just learned about this.
Skip this part, Zach's hands moved to the limbs in the photo, "All parts that will be covered by clothes are wooden..."
"She, where is her skin??" a passerby interrupted.
Just like taboo topics are issues that every normal person restrains his or her thoughts from going towards. And the question is now being asked.
Some passers-by began to close their eyes and pray.
The answer is, it can't be Zach, it's the husband. "Before my wife fell into a coma..." Remember that the deceased was extubated in a vegetative state, "we signed a consent form, and the doctor explained to us at the time that it was skin donation. , can help those with severe burns or severe skin conditions!”
"I, I signed it." Oh my god, a passerby in a wheelchair joined the conversation, "But, the doctor didn't say it was all the skin on the whole body..." He was shaking, maybe because of the weather, but, Well, let's face it, it depends on the topic. This passerby was probably just a sick man trying to breathe the morning air, and he encountered what happened here at the worst possible time and place.
The husband was speechless for a moment and didn't know how to answer. But Zach pursed his lips, "Not the whole body, just the back, but." The butt at this time was the most terrifying, "The limbs of the deceased and most of the tissue of the predecessor were cut off and donated separately, and then, after donation The skin on the back." Zach made all gestures.
More passers-by began to pray.
There are also passers-by who can no longer control their thoughts and continue to extend in taboo directions, "Wait, wait a minute, you said that most of the organizations in the predecessor are, what do you mean??" A woman asked. We can continue to think that the weather is causing this woman to hunker down and cross her arms, or we can be more realistic. casual.
"It means..." Zach really didn't want to answer this question, which was somewhat embarrassing for men, and glanced at his husband beside him.
My husband doesn’t want to either. So, he made a very reasonable move. He pointed to his smiling wife’s forehead in the photo on the left, and then pointed to the pale forehead on the right, “Mr. Grande spent a whole morning reconstructing my wife’s head. The head! Look! If you look carefully, you can still see the traces of splicing!"
prayer? Unable to satisfy passers-by. They began to call the Lord by name. Maybe it wasn't appropriate, but Zach confirmed that he heard a "Papa Midnight!" from the crowd!
"Why?!" someone started to question.
This is a question that Zach answered Louise. Remember, that discussion about the internal and external organs of the human body. In addition to health, the criteria we give for judging have one more criterion.
Some quick-thinking passers-by have already shouted out the conclusion, "I always thought that organ donation was to save people!! Not to make other people beautiful!"
Zach inexplicably had a strange idea in the crowd. It would be great if Dog Brother was here. He would record the changing points of human consciousness.
However, whether it was Zach's wandering thoughts or the intense emotions of the crowd that had been completely aroused, they were all interrupted. A group of uniformed security guards and a manager who looked like an administrative staff rushed out of the hospital.
Zach took his chance and escaped while the crowd was in chaos. When I entered the hospital, I looked back at the commotion behind me.
"Suing you?! I'm not stupid! We signed those documents! We can't win against you! But you can't stop me from telling everyone the truth!! I won't let anyone be deceived by your legal documents..."
This matter obviously wouldn't be over for a while, so Zach stopped watching. He came here for a purpose. However, Zach himself did not confirm his opinion on this matter. To a certain extent, Zach hopes to see this bad development. Whether the mind-reader Oz can successfully stay in the middle and not return to the Sabbat depends on this extreme incident.
Recall what Zach said to Hamilton. Human groups hiding in the west where they think they can control to perform transplant operations does not mean that throughout the federation, the families of these organ donors will be controlled. Huh, to understand this, I have to thank Derek for explaining to Zach: the organ sharing system is a very unreliable, random, and luck-based system. The human groups in the West mistakenly regarded controlling this random system as controlling random humans in the Federation. And what happened here in Barton is the best proof that random humans are uncontrollable.
But Zach doesn’t want things to get too extreme in Barton. Hey, the voting for the mayoral election is about to begin. It's best not to cause any trouble for Anthony.
Zach didn't stay in the hospital for long before he sensed Mrs. Quinn's bloodline that he had restrained.
The induction of vampire blood is mutual. Both vampires chose a deserted passage to start their meeting.
Zach stood at the door of a women's restroom and frowned, "Can you change places?"
"Men's restroom?" Mrs. Quinn said at the door, and then said, "Ah~ I have never been in the men's restroom~"
"Don't." Yes, don't, it's okay to let yourself go, but there's no need to ruin all our impressions of Mrs. Quinn at another time. Zach pushed the door open and went in, then locked the door with his backhand. After taking a look at Mrs. Quinn, there was no change except that she looked like an extremely healthy old lady. "Porchi came to see me yesterday and asked me to bring you a message..."
Zach didn't finish speaking, but Mrs. Quinn looked disappointed, "You're not here to help me convince (Mrs.) Barton."
"Have you forgotten that I never supported your transformation of Mrs. Barton from the beginning?" Zach was a little helpless. The grandson has grown up, but the grandmother has begun to grow young. Well, this is in line with reality, isn't it? For eternal life, Mrs. Quinn is just a baby now, and Pochi, for human age, should have grown up long ago.
"How about you at least help me prevent my friends from hating me?" Mrs. Quinn walked to the innermost part of the bathroom, opened the window, and looked outside. The clashes outside the hospital continued, involving passers-by, as well as some doctors and nurses. Mrs. Quinn did not comment on what happened outside. "You heard how she called me on the phone in the early morning."
Zach shook his head, helpless, "I can't help you." Zach said very realistically at this time, "You and I have a special emotional foundation." Isn't this story about Zach saving Mrs. Quinn? Did one life start Grande's transformation? "But Mrs. Barton and I have only an employment relationship from beginning to end."
Mrs. Quinn was quiet for a while, then slowly shook her head, "What does Porky want to say to me?" This was a sensible giving up.
"He is resigning from the Quinn Group." Zach said responsibly, "He wants to concentrate on handling matters in the nursing home."
Mrs. Quinn's face surprisingly remained unchanged, "That's it?"
"That's it."
Mrs. Quinn waved her hand, "Let him go." She continued to look out the window, "Your brother seems to be down there."
Zach frowned. He was actually expecting Mrs. Quinn to ask what big things Porch could do in the nursing home. The Quinn family's inheritance was gone, but Mrs. Quinn didn't seem to care at all. Zach had no reason. explain. On the contrary, hey, I reluctantly went to the window and looked down.
Among the crowd at the entrance of the hospital, Derek Grande was being dragged into the hospital by two security guards.
This scene is really confusing.
Zach glanced at Mrs. Quinn, who shrugged, "You're here to deliver a message, aren't you? It's over." This meant that Zach could move freely and didn't need to worry about her. Oh, wrong, she wanted Zach to take charge, but Zach refused.
Let me leave you with a final suggestion, "Why don't you take a look at Laura. If Mrs. Barton can forgive Laura, there is hope that she can forgive you." This is quite pertinent advice.
Mrs. Quinn said nothing and only nodded as she watched Zach go out.
It took Zach a moment to find Derek, who was locked up in a conference room on the hospital's administrative floor. Zach didn't intervene in the conversation and Derek seemed to be being 'educated'.
To quote what the guy inside, who may be a senior hospital official, said to Derek:
"Are you stupid?! Go out and apologize to your family members?? What do you have to apologize for?? Did you do something wrong? No! Just like our hospital! We did nothing wrong! We just completed a system surgery that must be done! Like any federal hospital! It's our job! If that man needs someone to blame, it won't be us! Not the doctor or the hospital! Let him blame the system! It has nothing to do with us !”
Zach felt that there was no need for him to appear. After all, Zach couldn't have said it better. Well... that's not right either. Zach can mark the contradiction more clearly about those who control a certain system in the west. But does it make sense? It's not like Derek didn't know. Hey, it was probably because of knowing that I couldn't pass the psychological level. Just like the person in the conference room said, uh, I stupidly ran out to apologize.
Zach prepared to leave before anyone noticed him.
"Mr. Grand?" It was a familiar voice again.
Zach turned back, "Amanda?" Mrs. Quinn's caregiver, eh. Zach, who used to be Mrs. Quinn's caregiver, looked at him and asked, "You work here?"
"Oh, yes." Zai said shyly, "I was originally a nurse. After Mrs. Quinn left..."
"Yeah." Zach just greeted him as someone he knew, smiled and nodded, preparing to walk by.
"Mr. Grande..."
Zach turned back, "Huh?"
"No, it's nothing..." Hiding his emotions, "Nice to see you." He ran away first.
Ugh, strange encounter.