Seven or eight limousines started in front of the Grand House. Except for Mrs. Quinn's car, which headed west to the Grand House, the others all left on Route 7. However, among these luxury vehicles, a dirty and dilapidated truck suddenly blended in.
Snapped! Snapped! …
The rumbling engine of Benjamin's car already made him noticeable enough, but as if it wasn't enough, Benjamin continued to ravage and ravage his car radio, and the slapping sound made him stand out even more!
Finally, the rushing drums and buzzing guitars replaced the noise. Benjamin tilted his head and looked at Jin in the passenger seat with a satisfied expression: "Look, it just takes time. It will never let me down."
Jin's attention was not on the cracked radio. His eyes swept across the surrounding luxury cars. He knew all of these people. Before coming to Barton City, the information of the older generation of 'nobles' in Barton City had been placed in front of him.
Entrepreneurs, philanthropists, abdicated politicians... No matter who controls the upper class of Barton City now, these people are the real roots of Barton.
Jin did not deliberately hide his appearance. He knew that his exposure as a foreigner was not enough for these senior Barton figures to know him.
"Where are we going?" King asked.
"Ford Funeral Home in the North District, if we are lucky, we hope to purchase a statue of Gabriel." Benjamin handed the order to Jin.
Jin looked at the somewhat old order, and his eyes fell on the person who made the reservation—Quinn. Was it the Quinns? There was a trace of sadness in Jin's eyes, and then he looked at a limo. The person who just got on the car must be the legendary 'prodigal man' - Master Pochi Quinn.
Benjamin's thick arms were draped on the steering wheel. He caught Jin's gaze and asked with squinting eyes, "What, do you know that guy?"
Jin folded the order and returned it to Benjamin, shaking his head: "I don't know him, I just know some rumors about him. Bad rumors."
Benjamin raised his eyebrows, "What rumors."
"Quinn Group has projects throughout the federation to support the return of veterans. There are rumors that Pochi used the name of Quinn to divert funds from various places for private use." Jin thought for a while.
"Oh? Did he swallow your money?" Benjamin asked.
"How is that possible! It's just that my father has a cooperation relationship with Quinn's project..." Jin immediately became alert and glared at Benjamin: "You are trying to trick me!"
"Haha!" Benjamin laughed, a row of white teeth showing in his lips covered by a brown beard, "Jin, are you serious? You know if we want to know your identity, we don't have to go to such trouble!"
Jin frowned. Two hours ago, he saw Zach's eyes turn red with his own eyes, and he said to the woman named Louise: "From today on, you will work at the Grand House. Life in the House of Grande. Without my permission, you cannot contact anyone or step outside the confines of the House of Grande."
After a moment of confusion, the woman abandoned her original life and became a new member of the Grand House.
"Louise, what will happen to that woman in the future?" King asked Benjamin, who was still laughing.
"How about what? She will be free when the shapeshifters are eliminated." Benjamin stopped laughing and replied, "Maybe, just maybe, Zach will consider creating a descendant. Didn't you realize that Zach is very interested in that woman? He seems to have a good impression."
Jin had a bad feeling, and Benjamin made a guess that he shouldn't have known: "I don't care about Zach's 'descendants'! I just want to know why Zach's eyes can distort people's will! Will he treat me badly?" Same thing!"
Benjamin looked thoughtful: "Why? Who knows. As for whether he will do that to you, it depends on whether you can control it well."
This is the truth. Although Louise is smart, she does not have enough control. She can understand this through her own actions. Once she was really in danger, her weak body was not strong enough to protect herself.
Benjamin glanced at Jin, who looked unhappy: "So far, you are doing well. But you should understand that if you want to cooperate with us, you will eventually tell us your true identity. We all saw and heard what you said." After the shapeshifter's reaction, knowing your identity will be of great help to our investigation."
Jin lowered his head and thought. He was indeed hesitating. He had been considering the reliability of the two people since he met them in the woods in the early morning. In Barton, he had no one he could trust and no network to draw on. Should he now establish a relationship with two non-human beings
"Can I trust you?" Jin looked at Benjamin and asked seriously.
"Of course." Benjamin shrugged, "You're still alive, aren't you?"
"Okay! I still have one request! Zach will never use those red eyes on me! And I don't want to be his 'descendant'!"
"Deal." Benjamin's body swayed to the music, indifferently. These requests seemed to have nothing to do with werewolves, so Benjamin agreed on behalf of Zach, "Well, let's start with your real name."
"James Lance."
"Oh? Are you the only son of General Lance?" Benjamin became interested, "Why did you come to Patton City?"
"I retired and was transferred to the Barton Police Department." Since he decided to trust him, Jin no longer had anything to hide. Of course, the most important reason is that there are two different things between coming out on your own and being forced to come out by Zach's red eyes. thing! I have to admit that Jin is at a disadvantage against the two non-humans.
"Look." Benjamin seemed to be in a good mood: "This is the power of teamwork. We have found the identity of the skinchanger. Maybe we should go to the Barton Police Station for a walk."
Barton North District, in the east, is close to the beach. This is a residential area. The entire street is full of two-story single-family houses. Apparently, houses here are just as expensive as apartments in the heart of the North End. Coulson didn't know whether the half-David lying in the freezer was lucky or unlucky. Fortunately, he inherited this valuable house. Unfortunately, perhaps it was the value of this house that made him a thief. Identity changes, state goals.
Detective Coulson opened the door and felt the warm sunshine and fresh air.
He had just completed an inspection of the site. Due to Director Cologne's confidentiality requirements and no support from others, he was the only one to complete the survey, and the progress was naturally a bit slow. The coat pockets on both sides were filled with sealed plastic tapes, which he was asked to take back to the police station for analysis. However, Coulson didn't have any hope. The time of David's death was uncertain, and the scene in the basement had been destroyed countless times. Nothing might be found from those samples.
The only thing that can be done is to compare the evidence here with the evidence collected where the female body was found to see if the two cases of brutal dismemberment of the victim were committed by the same person.
"Kou, Detective Coulson." A slightly trembling voice sounded from behind, it was Fitz, "Now, what are we going to do now?"
Coulson turned to look at the thin man with still red eyes, and sighed: "Now I have to go to the police station and send these evidences for analysis. As for you, we can't risk letting you go back to work." Coulson pulled Fei Now, I put the keys back in their place, and thought for the last time that all the things that had been moved were returned to their original places, and then I walked out of the hospital and returned to Fitz's van.
As soon as I opened the door, a strong smell of fried chicken hit me!
"James!" Coulson yelled: "Where did you get these fried chicken!!"
"McMcKinn's fried chicken is delicious. Do you want it?" James handed over a box of fried chicken expressionlessly.
"&*&9%#a" Coulson was so angry that he lost the ability to speak! He was working hard to investigate the crime scene, and the only task given to this guy was to stay behind, monitor the surrounding situation, and prevent 'David' from suddenly returning. But this guy actually went to buy food on the way!
Are you kidding me? This kind of person has no right to have a police badge!
"David also likes the chicken wings here..." Fitz seemed to think of something again, and tears filled his red eyes again...
"Ah!" Coulson let out a suppressed roar, punched the car door hard, pushed Fitz to the passenger seat, sat in the driver's seat, took a few deep breaths, and suppressed his anger: "Now! We You need to go back to the police station! Fitz! We’re going to take you to a safe house!”
"Safe house?" Fitz asked sobbing.
"Yes." Coulson moved the van: "According to you and me, David doesn't have many friends at work. You are his best friend, which means that among the people he comes into contact with on a daily basis, it is easiest for him to You are the one who figured out his identity! So you are not safe now!"
The van rounded the corner, and sure enough, a fried chicken restaurant appeared on the roadside, but the signboard was not McCann's.
"But we can't use the resources of the police department." Coulson said this to James: "The director doesn't want this case to be made public for the time being, so we can't go to the safe house in the department! James, you are in the city center Is there an attic?"
The van continued to move forward, and it was not until it was about to leave this residential area that Coulson saw the signboard of the James Office. The middle-aged police detective's anger could not be suppressed for a moment, and his whole body turned around in the driver's seat: "James! You! What did you do! You actually went so far away to buy fried chicken!! Do you still have a mission in your eyes!!"
Coulson's seat belt was tightened, and his whole body was about to roll over. He didn't even care about the steering wheel, and it looked like he was going to pounce on James and beat him up!
"Kou, Detective Coulson!!" Fitz panicked and held the steering wheel, holding on to the furious detective with one hand, and yelled: "McKin's Fried Chicken has a phone! You can order takeout!!"
Coulson stared at James, whose mouth was full of food and expressionless. He clenched his fists and finally endured it. General Lance's reputation was too great! Coulson turned around bitterly and sat down again, holding the steering wheel.
Fitz opened the car trunk in a panic and pulled out a piece of crumpled paper: "Detective, look at the takeout order! Detective James must have ordered takeout!"
Coulson opened the takeout order in front of him with a cold face and said nothing. He understood Fitz's advice, but he didn't think that his partner was ordering takeout! How could James, who had just been in Barton City for a week, know the delivery phone number of a fried chicken restaurant! The only thing is that this guy ate all the way and finally chose the best one!
James is so unreliable! Detective Coulson gave up the idea of letting James protect Fitz, and thought for a moment: "Fitz, let's go back to your house first, and then you call and ask for a few days off, park the car at your house, and then talk to I'll go back to the police station together, and you will be under my protection these days. James, after you return to the police station, go to where David works and keep an eye on that David!"
Fitz nodded timidly, and the only sound from the back seat was the sound of James chewing chicken seriously, chirp, chirp...