I don’t know how long it took, but Zach was answering Louise’s question about Cain’s eating habits. According to the narrative in “Cain of Divine Punishment”, Cain would occasionally pray before eating. Vertex 23S. The fastest updated normal one, thanking the Holy Lord for giving him food and so on.
Louise's question is, "Does this have any special significance? As a book preaching to alien races, the protagonist Cain is the target of punishment by the Holy Lord. His doing such a thing will not make other alien races think that the Holy Lord believes in, uh, I don’t know, hypocrisy?”
"To a certain extent, yes, this is the purpose of the Holy Lord." Zach actually nodded, "The Holy Lord does not need other aliens to like him, or hate him, or dislike him... He does not care. But he gave the Cain food is a fact. He created Cain, he created an immortal creature in a new world, and personally designed Cain to live forever by the creatures of this world. All creatures in this world are given by the Holy Lord. Cain’s food, and this” look at Louise.
Louise understood, "The Holy Lord only needs the aliens in this world to fear him."
"now it's right."
Louise continued reading, and the phone rang again. James hadn't slept yet, and the phone had just rang twice before there was a knock on the door outside.
Zach ignored James and went to the office. It was a few minutes before four in the morning, and Zach wasn't sure who was calling.
"Grand Funeral Home."
"Grande? That funeral home of True Toredo? Er, the sensitive informant, couldn't be you, that Zachary Toredo?"
"That's me." Zach finally knew what the call was about.
"Uh, that's perfect." The tone on the other end of the receiver was sarcastic.
Zach glanced at James, "Who are you?" and asked for an introduction.
"Vega Police Department, Detective Luther." The other party answered.
Zach was in no mood, "Detective Luther, do you mind if I give the phone to Detective Lance."
"General Lance's son, hey, why not." The person on the other side of the receiver seemed to be very talkative. And we should understand that this "good talk" is based on the law enforcers hating the privileged class, so it is ironic.
Zach gave the receiver to James, "Detective Luther from the Vega Police Department." A brief introduction.
The detective on the other side of the receiver didn't waste any words, "Detective Lance, are you right? Let me tell you the truth. Another murder occurred today, with the same target characteristics: aliens who adopted human children. So far, our police have received There have been six series of cases, but if my experience is right, the real number of murders should be twice this. Since the victims are of different races, most citizens don't care about the life and death of these lower-class citizens unless the bodies are in the Polluting the environment." Well, forget it... now is not the time to discuss social issues.
James was not going to talk nonsense, "Do you have any clues?"
"Hmph, if we had clues, we wouldn't contact the Barton Police Department." He said with a somewhat irritated tone, "Tsk, so who is the only witness in our serial murder case? You? Or the Toledo vampire?"
"Ask him what is the detection rate of cases where aliens are victims under normal circumstances." Zach ignored the question in the receiver and gave James instructions.
James glared at Zach out of habit, but he still did it because he also wanted to know, "Under normal circumstances, how do you solve this kind of alien case?"
"Resolved? Haha!" Detective Luther on the other side of the receiver laughed, "It depends on how you judge the standard of 'resolved'."
"I mean to solve the case." James curled his lips, and Zach, who told you to tell me something different
"That's easy. Twenty percent," Detective Luther replied.
"Twenty? That's so low??" As a colleague, James obviously couldn't accept such an answer based on his standard for crime detection rate.
"This is already very high. Humph, this means that Vega City can still maintain this crime detection rate. Other cities? Hehe, the police simply do not have the resources and ability to investigate incidents related to alien races. The answers you get may only be in single digits. "
"Ask him why Vega maintains such a 'high'..." Zach curled his lips, unable to control himself ~ "The crime detection rate."
James glanced at Zach, "He just said, resources!"
"No." Zack shook his head, "Resources will not be used on lower-class citizens." That's what Luther said, right
James frowned and looked into the receiver, "Why does the Vega City Police Department work hard to solve alien cases?" Hard work? James also spoke with force.
"If you put the receiver closer, I can also hear the voice of that Toledo." Luther actually complained, "Whatever. Answering that Toledo is pressure. In the west, humans entrust alien races Doing things is not a secret. In Vega City, this kind of thing happens more frequently. Therefore, occasionally some powerful humans will hire such low-level citizens to do things in order to save some money, or vampires refuse the commission. . And the pressure comes from these powerful humans."
Hearing this explanation, Zach raised his eyebrows, watched James move the receiver towards him, and said with a smile, "Is this the vague standard you just asked Detective Lance about solving alien incidents~"
"Yes." Detective Luther was no longer shy, "We don't solve interracial incidents, we only solve the source of pressure."
Zach nodded and pressed James' shoulder at the same time to signal James to calm down, "So this time there is pressure in the serial murders?"
"Hmph." After snorting, there was silence for a while. Detective Luther was probably thinking about whether he could 'share' this kind of information. It didn't take long for him to make a decision, "Let's just think, A businessman lost a very loyal employee tonight. Because of the loss of the employee, the businessman's business may be greatly threatened. Then, um, the businessman is asking our police to give an answer, whether the loss of this employee will be It will threaten his business."
James frowned, probably because he didn't understand.
Zach understood, so he replied, "Then you should tell this businessman directly that his business will not be threatened."
Detective Luther over there was silent for a while, "How did you come to this conclusion?"
"You mentioned tonight, to be precise, early this morning, right? That means the new murder case that happened before you contacted the Barton Police Department. The pressure was caused by this new murder, right?"
"Yes. As I said, we only contacted Barton when there were no other clues." The implication is that if a new murder had not occurred and the police had not received pressure, this case would have entered the remaining 80%.
"Then the only commonality between the victims that you Vega police confirmed is that they were adopted human children."
"kindness."
"Including tonight's murder, there have been six. If the victim was related to the businessman we think, shouldn't this relationship have been revealed long ago?"
"You are..." Detective Luther must have thought for a while, "That's right."
"Haha, congratulations, Detective Luther, you have solved another alien case." Zach held down James because James was about to scream into the receiver...
"Uh... I'm just tired and sleepy. I didn't think of this. Tsk, thanks for reminding me." He hung up. Unexpectedly, it just died.
Zach put down the phone and looked at the time. It was past four o'clock, which meant that Lutresembra still didn't know about the murders that occurred in his city. Zach didn't know whether he was happy or...
James was very unhappy and glared at Zach, "Why did you hang up the phone!"
"He died." Zach answered matter-of-factly, and at the same time motioned to James to lower his voice, "Quiet, there are still people sleeping."
James didn't listen to Zach and continued to raise his voice, "All those things you said about aliens and humans! How can you ignore such things so easily?!"
"I didn't ignore it, I told you, didn't I." Zach shook his head helplessly.
"Me? Is it useful to tell me??" Immediately, James realized what was wrong with his words, and stared at Zach with a ferocious expression, his lips trembling.
Zach could feel the anger and powerlessness permeating James' body, and waved his hand, "You heard what Luther said, he didn't have any desire to solve the case or seek justice for the victims, he just felt There is pressure from others, and he only needs one result." Zach spread his hands.
Do you think the questions Zach asked were only concerned about social issues in Vega City? No. Zach was trying to determine whether the detective who still hadn't rested like a normal human being in the early hours of the morning and called Grande really wanted to work!
And the answer is obviously not!
"And you like giving results to others the most, right?!" James probably just wanted to vent now.
Zach should go away and leave James alone.
Zach did the same and just walked to the door of the office. When the door opened, Murphy and Benjamin stood at the door and glanced at Zach. It was Benjamin who said, "You really don't want us to sleep, right? Isn't it interesting to make some noise every two hours?"
Perfect, I actually blame Zach.
Zach prepared to go out of the way and ignore the group.
"What happened." Murphy spoke, looking at James, and then at Zach, who tried to get around Benjamin several times, but was deliberately blocked.
Zach gave up and walked around Benjamin's broad body, looking at Benjamin expressionlessly, "Is this part of your job?"
"That's right, my client asked a question."
Well, if this is the role Benjamin is going to play.
Zach returned to his desk and said, "There was a murder of a foreign race in Vega. The Vega Police Department did not have the answers to solve the case, which made James unhappy." After summarizing the sentence, Zach leaned back in his chair, Close your eyes and your skin begins to dry out...
Everyone knows that there is a kind of person who, when avoiding a conversation that he does not want to participate in, will pretend to be asleep and snore twice to make it look very realistic. But for vampires, the cost of pretending to be asleep is slightly higher. But Zach still chose this approach. This has nothing to do with boldness, it's just...willful.
Everyone in the office has seen Zach sleeping, so this scene should not have any impact on them... How could it not have any impact.
The first one to make a move was Benjamin. Miraculously, he blocked in front of Murphy, then frowned and started kicking Zach's legs, "You are sick!"
Then there was James, who also tried wonderfully to block Murphy, but of course, he couldn't be faster than Benjamin, so he just stared at Murphy who had no movement.
Murphy didn't move at all. He looked at Zach's sunken skin behind Benjamin's shield and said, "He's pretending." He turned around and walked past James, sitting in the seat that James had given up to keep an eye on him. , "He often did this when we were still married, tempting me to do something, but when I actually got close with a stake, he opened his eyes."
As if in response to Murphy's words, Zach really opened an eye and said in a dry voice, "Exposed."
Murphy began to look around the office and said at the same time, "But Alpha, your actions make me question your professionalism. You should protect me instead of running away from me right away when he may be in danger."
Benjamin frowned and glanced at Zach, "I'll settle this account with you later."
Murphy's eyes fell on James while casually looking at him, "Detective."
James frowned subconsciously, because if it weren't for Murphy towards Benjamin, he wouldn't have known the reason for his subconscious action. James's sullen face was therefore directed at himself.
"Detective, don't be fooled. Zachary is best at this trick, manipulating other people's positions. Don't forget that you were angry at him before Benjamin and I arrived."
Zach had fully recovered. He didn't look at Murphy, nor at Benjamin, uh, nor at James. Instead, he looked at his hands and played a counting game. Zach wasn't going to talk to anyone in this room again.
"I want to use your phone," Murphy said. "I have something to discuss with my people."
Zach just shrugged, the phone was right there, and no matter how gentleman you were, you couldn't do anything considerate right now.
Murphy picked up the phone and started dialing, long distance, "Louise said you attended my funeral." This woman was really insincere. If she wanted to have a sincere conversation with someone, she would not choose to take a break in dialing. Bar. From the time I dialed the number until the person on the other end picked up the phone, I could talk a lot in this little time.
"If it makes any difference to you, I was at your funeral too." Murphy dialed the last number.
Is this supposed to make Zach feel anything? comfort? Or angry? After all, Zach's funeral can only represent the annihilation of Toledo!
Zach, being the gentleman he was, stood up and left the office, giving Murphy's phone his personal space. Yes, Benjamin didn't stop Zach this time.
"The funeral should not be accurate, it is the carnival. The carnival held by Fanzhuo to celebrate the disappearance of Toledo."
It’s certain that they were words that angered Zach.
He continued, "It's a pity that I don't feel any joy. I'm Assamat." He glanced at Zach and said, "Just like now, I should feel the pleasure of successfully irritating you. Unfortunately, I didn't..." The object changed instantly, "It's me, can someone else negotiate with Zachary Torredo? I don't want to stay here. I feel like my hair is breaking without my knowledge. I feel, no Comfortable."
Weird phone call.
The answer on the receiver was this, "What you said makes no sense. Hair has no feeling, your feelings don't exist, we are Assamat, we don't 'feel'."
Murphy was quiet and raised his hand to smooth the hair on the side of his face, "Okay, I understand, I'll stay."
Also an unusually quick call. Murphy put down the phone and said to Benjamin, "The call is over, let's go back to the warehouse."
Well…