The two male nurses seemed to have opened the door and rushed into the room. The first thing that appeared in their eyes was Porky Quinn, who suddenly forgot why he was screaming. He was sitting on his bed like a mermaid statue. On the bed, his mouth was open wide, but the volume gradually decreased, and finally disappeared like a cat's whimpering in his confused eyes.
Pochi closed his mouth and turned to Zack in the corner along with the two male nurses.
The vampire shrugged, "I helped him sit up, and if this is a mistake, I will keep my distance from him from now on."
The two male nurses relaxed their bodies impatiently and were about to leave again.
"Wait, can you give me a chair?" Zach pointed to the single bed where Pochi was sitting and made a very reasonable request.
The two male nurses looked at each other, frowned, and pulled a chair outside the door over, "Don't come near him again."
"Definitely." Zach replied in the affirmative, and immediately asked, "How can I ask you to let me out?"
"You can't." A male nurse replied coldly, "This place is not designed for people to visit at all. When the time is up, we will let you out."
Zach understood that if a person didn't even want to cherish his own life and needed something to prevent him from committing suicide, then he was indeed not suitable to receive any visitors.
But Pochi obviously does not belong to this kind of person, he is just not allowed to have contact with anyone.
The door was closed again, and Pochi looked at Zach sitting on the nurse's chair with a fierce look on his face, "Yes! You should stay away from me! Don't even think about touching me!"
Zach couldn't help but curl his lips, this must be a side effect of the charming eyes. But he didn't even bother to explain. It was so easy to weld false and real memories together, hide the real memories, and draw out Pochi's true nature, which also saved him the trouble of talking around.
"You should cherish your moment." Zach waved his hand, not even wanting to look at Boqi's embarrassed look, and began to study the white soft wall, poking the wall with his fingers playfully, watching the depression rebound. , "If it weren't for Mrs. Quinn, I wouldn't have time to waste with you."
This is a half-truth. The work of the funeral home has fallen silent, and Zach has a lot of time, but he just doesn’t know the news that Louise deliberately revealed at the Church of the Holy Child (Grand will cooperate with Barton Prison and use cremation) (Today is The church is going to the Church of the Holy Child for maintenance) when can it reach Crowley's ears.
When it comes to negotiation, Alphas are really not as good as Vampires.
"That man!"
Zach glanced at Pochi, "She is your grandmother, you should respect her."
Like any noun that represents a certain emotion that a person should have, it is only when the meaning of the noun itself is missing that it is brought out for emphasis, like 'If this is your decision, then I respect it. 'We all know there is a 'but' at the end of this sentence. With Porky, he omitted the conjunction.
"She is a liar! A manipulative sub! Don't think I don't know! You are working for her! Respect?! You just want her money!"
"Of course, I don't think there's anything wrong with this." Zach smiled and looked at Pochi, "Now you can think of it, your poor check is not even your check, when you are negotiating with me , how ridiculous." Zach shook his head, "You know what I want, but you are not sincere."
Pochi's face turned red. Looking back now, the two of them had never had any serious communication except for a negotiation that broke down in the office.
Pochi thought of something, his red face returned to normal, he became calm, and he sneered inexplicably, "You know nothing!"
Zach shook his head again. If Mrs. Quinn never came out, it would be up to him.
"Are you the one who has been poisoning your grandparents?" Zach looked at Pochi's suddenly livid face, "I know very clearly." Zach smiled and raised his eyebrows, "Is it weird? You know Where are your parents actually buried?"
Zach was too lazy to wait for Pochi to reply, "The North Park of Grande's former West End cemetery."
Zach waved his hand and showed a considerate expression, "You were too young at that time to know that gray areas in the adult world are natural."
"Stop!" Pochi shouted coldly to stop Zach, "I don't want to hear this! What's the use of telling me now!"
"We have to kill it, don't we?" Zach smiled, "Aren't you curious that Mrs. Quinn will let me come? Because I know everything, you can tell it as you like. Then continue to stay here, waiting for you When I can't bear it anymore and have thoughts that I shouldn't have, I will do it again."
"You!" Pochi glared at Zach, "You know everything!"
Zach shrugged, "I'm helping you straighten things out, but if you want to spoil it, it's okay to tell you. My suggestion is, don't write some things in the diary."
Porky's face fell.
Zach glanced at Pochi, turned away, and shook his head, "Do you know how ridiculous you are? Your Indian blood comes from Mrs. Quinn, although I don't know where you got the voodoo potion. , but your idea is too naive."
Zach was 'really' helping Pochi sort out the incident, while also diverting attention away from himself. Indian ancestry is such a convenient thing!
The reason for this progress is simple. If Porky had been rich in associations, Mrs. Quinn's sudden recovery would have been associated with Grande. Zach didn't want this to happen. Quinn and Barton were trusted by Zach, but in the current situation, even if they didn't trust them, it wouldn't work.
As for Pochi, it is impossible for Zach to have any affection for this guy. If Pochi can be guided in another direction, no matter how the follow-up develops, the vampire will have a way out for himself, because Alice's purebred Indian Bloodline.
When saving Amanda, Mrs. Queen mentioned this, 'The person I really want to thank is Alice.' Zach did not deny it, nor did he admit it, even though he had planted the seeds for today's vampire induction.
This is a secondary induction with Indian origin as its core.
"Who are you!" Pochi looked at Zach gloomily, with a hint of hoarseness in his voice.
Zach waved his hand impatiently, "Didn't you listen to me? Grand House and Quinn have already had business contacts." Zach looked a little helpless, "Of course, although after my father moved to the South District, , we were silent for a while, but thanks to you, we established contact again. The only thing I did was find your diary, and then everything..."
Zach smiled and let this guy who really had a lot of time figure out the rest.
If it really didn't benefit the Grand House, Zach wouldn't bother to make this trip.