James has plans to bring Joe's case to Ford's office. Vertex 23S. Fastest update
Before talking about this, we need to review what happened at the police station this morning.
Zach wasn't hit by 'Bishop' on the street. 'Bishop' had already got Joe's case, so we already know the outcome.
But are you curious about what happened in between when James decided to spend time with Bishop who had a time limit for outdoor activities, and when Bishop let Zach enjoy a flight
The answer is very realistic. 'Bishop' went directly to Director Darcy. It has nothing to do with the confrontation between the evil spirits that occupy human bodies and the inheritors who have the last chance to be human in this life. There is only "I am the richest person in Barton City, and you are a public servant in this city." I have requirements and you have to meet them.
End of traceback.
The relationship between Joe’s case and Ford Funeral Home is that, according to police records, Joe’s body was sent to Ford Funeral Home for processing. With the current situation that the funeral home is no longer a public resource, James has no right to interfere with the corpses that have been handed over to the police station, but this is James' plan.
He was about to remind Ford that no one had the right to access Joe's body if it was still there. The police, who have already concluded Joe's case, can't do it, nor can the 'Bishop' who deliberately wants to cause trouble.
This time, the reminder is to avoid the identities of police detectives and funeral industry bosses, but they are closely related to these two identities. Only people with these two identities can understand. Understandable, James has no right to remind Ford, because James has nothing to do with Joe's body. Similarly, Ford should not have been informed of this reminder, because the funeral business owner is a civilian and he should not have known about the power dispute in the police station.
All James had to do was, as a police detective who was off duty and as a normal person, invite Ford, who was the owner of the funeral industry after business hours, and who was just a normal person, to have a chat. Go for a drive, have a few drinks, whatever...
This plan is as simple as two passers-by greeting each other, and there is no chance of anything going wrong.
Out.
From the moment James approached Ford's office
"You called the police."
An unfamiliar voice came from the office, and most of the volume was covered up by the heavy rain, but we all know how sensitive James is to 'calling the police', and he heard it.
James's mental state may still be stuck in the execution of a simple plan, but his body is honest. The coat is neatly pushed aside, and James' hand has been instinctively placed on the holster.
"That's a pity, Mr. Ford. I thought we could work together happily." The same strange voice. The sound of rain could no longer cover up anything, and James was already standing by the door.
Blinking once to clear away the water droplets dripping from his eyes, James' body had completely completed the state transition, and the gun was already tightly held in his hand... The lights in the office went out.
There was only a moment of stasis, and a gunshot rang out, not from James' hand. James' eyes widened, "Barton Police Station!" He kicked in the door.
It was still an autonomous action of the body that transcended consciousness. James completed a body depression at the moment of breaking the goal. The flash of light clearly came from a weapon controlled by someone other than James, and James felt his wet hair being pierced by something.
There was no time to sigh that the process of life had crossed the chasm trampled by death. James saw the rising body in the brief brilliance. BANG LALA... The body climbed over the window at the other end of the office.
The light flickered on and off again, continuously, with no purpose of murder at all, but only to suppress the existence of shooting methods, so that James did not dare to improve his status in the slightest. Amidst the heavy rain, the sound of certain footsteps was gradually being buried.
"Zach!!" James used his most penetrating voice.
Zack.
Zach felt an indescribable and wonderful pressure in front of a row of 'pregnant women'.
"I have a car..." Chapo was answering Zach's question.
Gunshots. Kind of like the cigarette or coffee that Zach needs right now, uh, anything to wake up Zach's numbed senses in this season, in this weather. Because the sound is penetrating enough.
Zach looked in that direction.
Second gunshot.
Zach frowned, raised his hand to push away the dwarf who had grabbed him for no reason, and moved forward.
The third, fourth, fifth, sixth... gunshots in succession. Zach had disappeared into the morgue.
On the land enjoying the spring rain, a narrow passage as wide as one person appeared, extending from the morgue to Ford's office at an incredible speed.
"Zach!!" James had just achieved the highest frequency that his vocal cords could vibrate. His bent back was hit and soaked by the water from behind as if it was splashed with water. It was as painful as falling into the water due to a wrong posture, and a cold feeling wrapped around James' back. But what was true and couldn't be concealed was that James felt safe.
The continuous gunshots continued, and the flickering lights continued to appear outside the destroyed windows. James' shoulder was grabbed and tilted irresistibly, and James completed a transfer next to Zach's leg. The only thing he could see in this brief process of being placed in absolute safety was the red glow of two points that gave him this safety.
"He's running away! Go after him!" James was still adjusting his balance behind Zach, and he had already shouted this. He knew that as long as he said it, Zach would definitely complete the task.
Zach wasn't done.
reason
The office lights came back on. Zach was driving, and when the lights came on, the red light in his eyes faded to an ordinary light green. Zach raised his hand and peeled off the metal particles embedded in random order on his chest. After passing these twisted metal particles on the ground, Zach walked closer to the broken window, which was slower than a normal person's walking speed.
Zach looked directly out the window at the figure that had become smaller and smaller in the rainy night. The other party stopped shooting and completely disappeared into the rainy night.
"What are you doing!!" James was able to stand up again, he was angry, Zach did not complete the task he gave...
The body stood up again, the bright light, James saw Mr. Ford slumped in front of the window, on the side of the desk. Red, spreading under Mr. Ford's body.
The question mark just now, the reason why Zach did not complete James' mission, here, at this moment, a life is truly lost.
"What... are you..." In the last stage of his life, Mr. Ford didn't seem to have much brain capacity to handle more things. He could only ask the question at hand.
In front of Zach, the clothes were messy and messy, full of potholes and dripping with red and white water drops on the ground. But Zach still adjusted his clothes, smiled, approached Mr. Ford and squatted down, "Hey, what are you asking about? I don't even recognize you. I'm Zachary Grande."
"Yes, yes." Well, at the end of life, this last question will not be answered. This is life. Mr. Ford's already weak tilt of his head became even weaker, and his eyelids began to close...
Zach looked back at James.
The situation at hand is very simple. To save, or not to save.
Is this a question that needs to be asked? "Save him!" James became even more angry. Furious Zach actually needed him to shout out.
Zach turned back and pushed away Mr. Ford's eyes that were about to close, "Remember, to you, I will always be a junior in the industry who occasionally needs your care in the South District."
Perhaps it would have been better if Zach had used red eyes when he said this. Wait, maybe... No, that's it.
Ford's head lowered feebly, leaning on his chest to support his chin to maintain his position. In his eyes, which were forcibly opened by Zach, was Zach's hand on his abdomen. The red color filled Zach's hand.
Ford began to feel something, Zach's hand, part of it, inside his body.
For a normal middle-aged man, at no time, and I mean no time, would he enjoy having his body invaded.
The situation changed very quickly.
Ford suddenly raised his hand and pushed Zach away, "Take your hand away!!"
Zach sat down on the slightly messy ground, put on the clothes he couldn't get rid of anyway, wiped the bright red on his hands, looked at Ford and gave a smile, "How do you feel?"
Ford's body froze for a moment, then he quickly pulled off the clothes in front of him, wiped away the messy blood, stared at his... rough belly that was unique to middle-aged men... blinked, and froze again.
Zach continued to wipe the blood on his hands, James, James' body shook violently, James' instinct told him that he did not want to participate in the subsequent exchanges between the two funeral industry bosses. James turned around and ran into the rain. After a while, he saw James running away from the broken window tracing the traces that had been wiped out in the rain. Give him a thumbs up, it's rare to find such a serious police detective.
Ford's stasis ended and he suddenly looked up at Zach, who was still smiling.
Ford's body began to exert force, relying on the friction between his body and his body to retreat away from the smile facing him.
Ford couldn't move very far. The desk was right behind him. After a brief harsh sound of friction between the table legs and the ground, it hit the wall and there was no way to retreat.
Ford's legs began to flex and stretch, and his body was adjusting his balance as he prepared to stand up. After all, human limbs have a clear division of labor, and the way they move close to the ground is not their advantage. Ford ready to stand up and escape? Maybe, he failed anyway.
As soon as Ford stood up, he leaned over and lay in a puddle of blood that he had made himself...
"Anemia." Zach still kept smiling, gave up wiping his hands, and sat lazily on the ground, "You are not suitable for strenuous exercise now."
Ford's face twitched, and he was reminded that the red color on his face came from himself.
The atmosphere in the office began to settle.
Why. This process is necessary, just tolerate it.
"What are you..." Ford... gave up and stood up again, leaned back on the desk, and stared at the red hands on his hands. Interesting. The restart of life is the same as the problem when life is about to end.
"Zachary Grande." Smiling, there was plaintive blame in his light green eyes. Don't call Zach pretentious. This is not a drama, it is real emotion. I just asked you to remember who I am at the end of your life, have you forgotten
"I didn't ask your name! I need you to tell me your name!!" Ford actually got angry, "I asked you what you are!! What! Do you understand?!"
It's a donkey or a horse, you tell me.
"Is it important?" If you don't say it, it would be pretentious.
"Are you a human?!" Ford... stared directly at Zach's tattered and soaked clothes, "I saw those bullets shot into your body!! I saw those bullets were shot into your body... vomit Come out!! You can’t be human!!”
Without being pretentious, Zach said resentfully, "How about at least attributing the reason why I'm not human to the fact that I saved you."
"So you admit it!! You are not human! Then what are you?!" A person who is persistent in starting life again is like a baby who can only cry.
Pretentious, "Like I said, you just need to know that I'm Zachary Grande."
"The Zachary Grande I know can't sit here unscathed from being shot! The Zachary Grande I know can't...bring me back from death!!"
Without being pretentious, "The biggest myth about human relationships is that everyone thinks they know everything about a person." Inexplicable moments of life realization, "But in fact, no one really knows anyone."
"you are not human!!"
Hypocritically, "I'm hurt."
Ford... Ford started looking for something at hand, found a document that had fallen on the ground, and threw it at Zach without hesitation.
"Ouch." Zach didn't hide, "It hurts."
Quiet. A full ten seconds.
"I'm still alive." Ford looked at Zach.
"You're alive." Zach returned the smile.
The atmosphere is nice, and everyone would have no problem if we stopped here. But everyone understands.
The short man stood at the door of the office, "Boss, you are still working overtime. Thank you for your hard work..." He saw the messy office. This was not the point. The point was the twisted bullets on the ground and the pool of blood on the ground. So shut up.
Ford stared at his employee, "Why are you still here! Didn't you get off work early?"
Zach wanted to sigh, shook his head, stopped lying on the ground, and stood up, "You have recently collected a batch of corpses here." Zach hesitated for a moment, but said, "They are not corpses, they are all still alive, we need Know where you received it.”
Ford didn't have time to answer, or maybe he wasn't ready to answer, because he was still thinking about what situation he was in. At this time, James came back. James didn't come back alone.
"Hamilton." Zach nodded. Zach was not surprised at all. When El Chapo appeared at the door, Zach sensed that the Hamilton bloodline appeared within his perceptible range.
Hamilton was also very polite, "Zach." He saluted respectfully, "Ford." Nodding as a greeting.
"Hamilton of Allen's Funeral!" Although Ford was not yet able to stand up, he had just proved that he was capable of expressing his emotions fully in his words. As for the tone, everyone can figure it out for themselves.
Hamilton didn't pay attention to Ford's tone and looked at Zach, "The man is dead. He tried to ambush James, but I stopped him." He frowned, looking a little annoyed, "I should pay attention to my strength, I need him Alive." Ford "*! What the hell happened!!"
"We need to talk, right." Zach glanced around.
"we need to!"
Ford and Hamilton together.