Mercy Hospital in the North District.
The elevator door opened and Louise stepped out. She looked to the right - a nurse covered her bloody face and ran past quickly, shouting, "The patient in the room is violent and we need a sedative!" Louise looked to the left - a nurse wearing a hospital gown. The patient approached Louise, "Hey, do you want to change clothes with me? I can change my clothes for free..." Two nurses rushed to Louise and took away the person who was talking to Louise.
Louise straightened her gaze. Well, this is obviously not a maternity ward. Louise glanced at the address and moved forward intently.
Louise must have arrived too quickly. When Louise walked into Linda's ward, Cliff had not yet arrived.
Louise tried her best to ignore Linda's roommate, a guy standing in the corner with a charming smile. Louise approached Linda and looked at the restraints binding Linda's hands and feet, as well as the blood stains that had been torn and rubbed during the struggle, "Hi, Linda, I'm here to discuss your funeral with you."
There is no euphemism for this. Louise had tried to project a positive attitude, and at least the 'Hi' was very light.
Linda's head was fixed, so she could not move normally. She could only expose a large area of the whites of her eyes covered with bloodshot eyes. She turned her gaze to Louise, "Who asked you to come!"
"Your husband." Louise didn't see anything like chairs or sofas in the ward. Such a ward was not prepared for visitors at all. Louise remained standing, a little embarrassed, "It looks like he hasn't arrived yet, we can wait for him to start..."
"Help me!" Linda's eyes were a little scary, with white eyes, bloodshot eyes, restraints, and a huge round belly... You can imagine this scene, "Help me!!"
Louise didn't react at all to being interrupted, and said calmly, "Do you want me to untie you?" After all, judging from the picture, the restraints were the biggest crisis for the pregnant woman in front of her.
"No!" Lingda stared at Louise, "Transform me! Let me live!!"
"You will survive." Louise looked back and heard Cliff's voice appearing on this floor. She frowned slightly and lowered her voice. She raised her hand to hold Linda's belly that was shaking during the struggle. , "Live with a new life. Your husband is here."
This is a reminder to Linda to pay attention to her emotions - Louise has no friendship with the inheritor couple, and Louise will not be bored to judge other people's family affairs. Louise will not be bored and stand aside with the scene she saw at first sight.
"No, no, no..." Linda was obviously anxious, "I can't become Cliff's child! I can't act like a baby and rely on Cliff to support me!! I can't live that kind of life!!" Linda Completely ignoring Louise's reminder, he continued to shout to Louise in the highest and harshest voice.
Louise pursed her lips, moved away from the hospital bed, and stopped talking.
Cliff came in, carrying some condolences that normally accompany patients, including flowers, fruits... balloons. "The doctor said that you must stay in a good mood, which is good for delivery." Cliff tied the balloons to the edge of the hospital bed and looked at them. Looking at Louise, he nodded and approached Linda on the hospital bed.
Cliff grabbed Linda's hand that was constantly trying to struggle under the restraints. After seeing the torn wounds on Linda's wrists caused by repeated friction, he didn't show any distress, but his movements were to cushion the injuries. The strip of cotton was straightened again, between Linda's wrists and the restraints.
"We should start." Cliff looked at Louise, "I wish we could talk about the funeral in a more formal place, but the doctor ordered us to do it in front of her."
Louise's expression changed, 'doctor's orders'?
Cliff's explanation came quickly and calmly, "A week ago, my poor wife..." Notice the way Cliff explains. Even though Linda was struggling desperately on the hospital bed just a step away, Cliff's words were still plain third-person narration, "Suddenly she felt that only one of her and the child in her belly could survive. She said that the child in her belly Stealing her life..."
Cliff was interrupted by a crazy Linda, "You said that!! You made the doctor think I was crazy!!"
Cliff glanced at Linda and said calmly, "You are crazy, my dear." He no longer looked at Linda, but at Louise, returning to the third-person narration, "Because my poor wife insists that she will... Death during childbirth..." Louise read it right. Cliff smiled at this moment, and the momentary upward movement of the corners of his mouth did not escape Louise's observation. "Pregnant women's medication is restricted again. Before delivery, The hospital cannot provide effective treatment to my poor wife. Therefore, it can only temporarily satisfy and cater to her ridiculous imagination. Let her see her own funeral, at least stabilize her condition and ensure a smooth delivery." Cliff said She no longer tried to hide it, and looked at Linda, who was already struggling and shaking, with a smile on her face, "When the birth is over, she will see with her own eyes that she and the baby are alive and well, and she will no longer imagine those horrific deaths. "
Louise has already understood that the ethics of the inheritors and the ethics of humans are perfectly entangled and become a pot of shit.
Cliff retracted his smile to Lingda and looked at Louise expressionlessly, "So, this is the doctor's order. I'm sorry, Miss Louise from Grande Funeral Home, please cooperate with me, I will pay It’s the trouble you caused.”
Of course Cliff will pay! Doctor's orders? Ha, I'm sorry, this funeral is destined to happen. It's not to cater to some conjecture, it's a fact!
Therefore, in order not to be disgusted by the pot shit, Louise took out the coffin and cemetery album from the briefcase and handed it to Cliff, as if she had not heard what Cliff just said. "Let's take a look at the coffin and cemetery options first..." What he was thinking was that Zach would be a little interested in finishing it as soon as possible and returning to Grande. The kind of interest I once had in Urban Legends every Monday. Yes, it's a joke.
Louise has to finish her field work, we don’t have to, we can go back to Grande now.
The chat between Old Hank and Jason had turned into a quarrel. No one can remain calm when being cursed, attacked, or insulted personally. Jason only maintained one of the most basic principles of human beings - not to hit the elderly.
"I'm still young! I don't know how I will feel when I die, but I know that you, an old guy, won't live long! Do you think your life is worth it!!"
"Deserves more than you!"
"Really? Tell me what 'achievement' have you accomplished in your life? Where is your lover?? Where is your career?? The only person you call family now is sitting there! Why don't you ask him what he thinks? your!"
Zach ducked subconsciously, Jason, this is a debate between you and Old Hank, two people with the same attributes but in different eras. How about not hurting innocent people
Winston, on the contrary to Zach, moved forward to cater to Old Hank's gaze.
Tsk. The word 'family' obviously touches someone's heart.
Winston sat back silently when he noticed that Old Hank's gaze was not directed at him.
Zach took this into consideration and it was time to get out of the theater situation. Zach is about to have his first real conversation with Winston, "Winston."
Zach started by calling the other person's name.
Winston probably thought this was Zach showing off to Old Hank for not looking at him but at Zach just now, so he didn't say anything.
Zach did not and did not feel that there was goodwill towards his 'family' in the eyes of old Hank looking at him just now. This was not showing off, "Winston, before I came out, you had been listening to Hank talking to the younger generation of Barton. I noticed some language in this conversation that you probably don’t understand.”
Such as the excuse Jason gave Linda. Winston is a human, but he doesn't know the inheritance's dependence on biological reproduction.
Zach continued, "But you seem to have kept quiet. Aren't you curious about what Hank and the young man are talking about?"
Winston glanced sideways at Zach, as if he didn't quite understand what Zach's question meant, "Not very curious."
Zach nodded, it seemed that this conversation needed some seasoning, "On Sunday last week, Mr. Smith and I met once." Without looking, Zach knew that Winston was nervous when he heard Smith. After a while, "The small affairs you are conducting in Newton have seriously affected Mr. Smith and his friends' plans for Newton City." Zach tilted his head, "Mr. Smith asked me to quickly resolve the trouble in Newton. ." Zach paused deliberately to give Winston time to digest.
Winston did not disappoint Zach too much, "I know, how come the West End people don't know what I'm doing." Winston shook his head and glanced at Zach, "Hank doesn't like talking about you, but I I heard from myself that you hold a high place in the hearts of people in the West District. This should be a fact. Hey." He sighed, "Then, a week has passed, why haven't you done anything to me yet?"
"I've already done it." Zach answered quickly. "Yesterday, Hank also said that your plan went very well. The novice users in Newton began to violently snatch life-sustaining drugs from each other and were captured by the police..." Zach looked at it. Looking at Winston's pale face, he raised his eyebrows, "Are you surprised? Old Hank would tell me this? Haha, I should be surprised. I didn't expect that Old Hank told me. After all, Wes and Lance The police detective, Richie from the fantasy firm who is now your entrusted assistant, every church in Newton, every security company, and even passers-by on the road can tell me the progress of your plan in Newton. It really doesn’t matter. I need old Hank to tell me.”
You should be able to think of the first few, Barton's detective, Phantom Richie, Angel, Revro, and the last passerby, actually refer to the black witches who wander around the streets of Newton and watch death when they have nothing to do. . Aren't these classes all Zach's eyes and ears in Newton
"I'm not surprised that old Hank told you." Winston didn't say anything harsh—
Zach watched as Winston took out a pill bottle from his pocket, shook out a small pill, and stuffed it into his mouth. Then, Winston looked at Zach and said, "I just remembered that I forgot to take my medicine." He looked away.
Zach showed no emotion. There is nothing to say about this. The seller uses the goods he sells. Is it worth talking about? It is super normal.
Why.
Zach was quiet for a while, "How much inventory do you have left."
Winston took a deep breath and said, "Not much."
"You know you are going to die." Isn't this the shared fate of novice users, waiting for death, "Then why is such a troublesome plan causing chaos in Newton's underground drug trading market." Zach asked this question straightforwardly .
Winston's eyes suddenly darkened, "I'm going to die anyway! Why should I watch others buy the only thing that can extend my life from me one by one! If I die, then everyone will have a taste of me. What a feeling! Watching the things that keep you alive being taken away by others! Then they all die!"
Uh, "Simple revenge against society?" Zach raised his eyebrows. A typical bad guy, this story finally has the second character - Winston. Compared to the little fuss that Evan made in the first time, this one finally did something big.
Zach curled his lips and said, "Does Old Hank know?"
Winston's emotional control was smooth. He looked at the red-faced old Hank who was still arguing with Jason over there, "He knows." He turned to look at Zach and said, "I promise that after I leave, he can have it all to himself. In my hotel, he can do whatever he wants." He closed his eyes and looked at Zach unexpectedly sincerely, "I know you already knew about my invitation to Hank, I'm not poaching, I'm I am arranging my own funeral arrangements. I need someone I respect to inherit my hotel, and no one is more suitable than Hank..." After a moment of hesitation, "My hotel is probably too small for you."
Zach only responded to Winston's last sentence, "It's too small." Then deliberately, "All the funeral businesses in the western part of the federation belong to me. Haha, how could I like your small suburban hotel~ "Zach also deliberately raised his eyebrows at Winston.
Help everyone understand what Zach is thinking now—
How did this unexpectedly candid conversation with Winston begin? It was Zach who asked Winston why he wasn't curious about the expressions that appeared in the conversation between Old Hank and Jason that ordinary humans could not understand.
Therefore, Zach deliberately said these words that ordinary humans could not understand or even be confused about.
It is true that Master Grande has been to the western part of the federation to impart experience in funeral privatization, but why is Zach qualified to say that all the funeral industry in the west belongs to him? Grande's son, haha, isn't it enough for him to show off that he has a good relationship with Barton West Enders? Has the West become his capital to show off? Why
Ha, as long as Winston is curious, he will have to understand these words on his own. Zack has given clues to police detectives, churches, offices, security companies, passers-by... Hank.
Yes. Zach is bringing a typical bad guy to the door of the new world and 'seduce' him to knock on the door.
Why do such a thing
Because Frank is likely to be recalled to the Sabbat (looking at the ancestors of Cappadocia), and old Hank is also likely to become Frank's first descendant after becoming a perfect body. At the same time, Winston puts everything he has into his heart. Leave it to old Hank.
Root is only allowed to collect the blood of the thirteen clans for his own personal hobby, and Zach is not allowed to do the same thing~ (To be continued)