The man in overalls rang the doorbell, waited for a while, and the door opened. "Mrs. Levine at street number? Did you postpone the pipe repair service last time?" He explained his purpose and checked the information.
"Uh..." The woman who opened the door was stunned for a moment, "Yes, I'm Levin. Wait a minute, is it postponed to today?"
"It's today."
"Okay, okay." The woman named Mrs. Levin opened the door with a dazed look on her face, "Please come in." The room was a bit... messy, with many unopened boxes placed randomly. Mrs. Levine made way while pushing the box blocking the way aside, "It's the kitchen sink. Turn right from the living room, just behind the dining room."
The man in overalls had no intention of looking at other people's homes, but he had no choice but to go around various boxes all the way to the restaurant. The dining table was filled with large dinner plates wrapped in tinfoil and plastic wrap. A bunch of noodles, meatballs, salads, and cookies.
The man in overalls didn't show any curiosity. He was here to work.
In the kitchen, more food filled the countertops, including the sink.
Mrs. Levin trotted into the kitchen, "Sorry! It's a bit messy..." She moved out the dinner plate placed in the sink, "This is it. Every time I use the faucet here, the basement leaks..." Mrs. Levin carried the He stood there holding the plate and explained the situation, "Well... um, do you need to take a look at the situation?"
"I need it." The man in overalls nodded and gestured to the tool in his hand, "Before I have to knock open your floor and walls, I need to know how serious the problem is."
"Yes!" Mrs. Levin was still holding the dinner plate, "You need to take a look... I should, um, put this aside first..." She was talking about the dinner plate in her hand.
Mrs. Levine walked around the kitchen and couldn't find any empty space, looking confused.
The man in work clothes frowned and glanced at the refrigerator next to him, but then looked away. Judging from the situation from the dining room to the kitchen, the refrigerator should have been full for a long time. "I'll just open it and see how it goes. Soon." The man in work clothes took matters into his own hands and turned on the faucet on the sink.
The two people watched the water swirling in the sink, and there was nothing unusual on the surface. "The water pressure seems to be fine. It's probably a problem with the drainage pipe. You said the leak is in the basement?"
"yes!"
"It should be that the drain pipe connected to the basement is broken."
"oh!"
The two stood there for a while.
The man in overalls frowned, "Madam, you should take me to the basement to have a look."
"Yes! Basement!"
This Mrs. Levine seems to be in a bad state, judging by the standards of a normal person. Forget it, the man in work clothes pouted and watched Mrs. Levin put the dinner plate back in the sink, then walked ahead to lead the way.
The man in work clothes saw an unclosed box as he passed by the corridor. There were many sundries in the box, the most conspicuous of which was a photo frame that took up a lot of space. The man in work clothes raised his eyebrows, looked away and remained quiet.
It was a very old picture, at least from the time when Mrs. Levine, a somewhat slow-witted young woman, was still a young woman. She is not alone. There is a young man beside the young woman in a wedding dress. Definitely not a man in work clothes who came to repair water pipes should know.
But in this old photo, which is obviously from a wedding, there is someone the man in overalls knows, standing among the groomsmen behind the groom.
"Wait a minute..." Mrs. Levine encountered some difficulty when opening the basement door. She seemed not to remember which of the keys in her hand belonged to the basement.
The man in overalls spoke, "Madam, are you ready to move?"
Mrs. Levin was stunned for a moment, "Yes, yes...how did you know??" She felt a little frightened.
The man in overalls glanced at the boxes everywhere, "It looks like that."
"Oh, sorry… "
"Nothing. Just know that if you're selling your house, leave the repairs directly to your property manager."
Mrs. Levin was stunned for a moment, "I, I'm not planning to sell the house..."
"Then you don't plan to live here anymore." The man in work clothes has no intention of guiding other people's lives, but just treat it as a good deed. "Obviously you don't need a kitchen."
Mrs. Levin blinked, "Yes..."
The man in overalls became quiet and looked at the woman. After a long while, I was speechless and said, "You still need to pay for my attendance, just a tip."
"Yes!" Mrs. Levin suddenly realized and started groping around her body. After touching it for a while, he said with an apologetic expression, "You go to the living room and sit down first. I, I think I put my wallet..."
Looking at the other person's searching eyes, the man in work clothes pursed his lips, nodded, and turned back to the living room without speaking. Just wait patiently, with all kinds of rummaging coming from Mrs. Levine, who knows how long it will take.
The man in overalls didn't find a place to sit in the living room, alas. After glancing at the hostess who was still looking around, the man in work clothes made his own decision, picked up a pile of documents scattered on the sofa, and sat down by himself.
It's just that the files he picked up in his hand didn't have a place where they could be rearranged. The man in work clothes kept the files in their original order and placed them directly on his lap.
This can be regarded as a thoughtful gesture not to disturb the owner's original rhythm of life - after all, looking back at the beginning, everyone can see that Mrs. Levin has long forgotten about repairs, so the best case scenario is that the man in work clothes today Without coming, no one disturbed Mrs. Levine from what she was doing at home, whatever she was doing.
But, look at the man in overalls restlessly lifting the documents with his fingers. This thoughtfulness is just to pretend that he has not been there - he is peeking at Mrs. Levine's documents.
This document is a bit heavy. It was a death certificate from Grande Funeral Home, a life insurance document from an insurance company, and a certificate of honor for death in the line of duty from the North District Police Department in Barton.
The phone next to the sofa rang suddenly.
The man in overalls put down his fingers and sat upright.
There was a messy sound of boxes being collided. Mrs. Levine held her calf in a somewhat embarrassed state and almost jumped over. She first gave the man in work clothes an apologetic look, and then answered the phone, "Levine's house."
The voice in the receiver—
"I'm Zachary Grande."
The ear of the man in overalls that was leaning on the phone... stood up. The ears literally stood up, the tops of the ears elongated sharply, and were even covered with a layer of down!
The short black fluff spreads across the temples, and when it almost connects to the eyebrows, the ends of the eyebrows are raised to create a little distance.
"Glen..." Mrs. Levin's instant surprise was suppressed. Strangely, what suppressed this surprise seemed to be fear. She turned her head and glanced at the man in overalls who turned to give her a smile. Mrs. Levine saw only the patient kindness of a polite maintenance man; she did not see the inhuman ears on the side.
Mrs. Levin returned to the receiver and lowered her voice meaninglessly, "Sir! Are you calling because of any progress in that matter?" There was a hint of worry in her tone.
"Yes." Zach's voice in the receiver continued to reach his pointed ears, "Madam, do you have time now?"
"Now?" Mrs. Levin looked back at the man in work clothes. Naturally, she received a patient smile and answered the receiver, "I... I..." No direct answer!
This is weird, isn't it? The man in work clothes will definitely not affect Mrs. Levin's schedule... The wallet must be lying there, waiting to be found.
Mrs. Levine's way of dodging the question was to push it with another question, "Do you need me to come over to your place?"
"You don't come here to see me, but to see the truth I found out. You want to know what Darcy asked your husband to do that day that led to his death, right? I found 'that person' in this incident, he Still in Barton, but not for much longer, and if you want to know what your husband died for, this is your only chance."
Mrs. Levine stayed where she was, holding the receiver.
Zach on the receiver seemed a little impatient, "You know what I mean, if you want Darcy to be responsible for your husband's death, 'this person' is your only evidence. Or do you just want to know The truth, and then, do nothing?”
"I, what can I do..." Mrs. Levin's voice was trembling, and she was too late to take into account the existence of the man in work clothes. "I have accepted their arrangement, and I have also taken the insurance money. I..."
Zach on the other side of the receiver seemed to be confused and said, "Then why did you entrust me? Do you just want to transfer the insurance money to me?"
"me… "
"Sorry." An apologetic voice came from the receiver, "This is not my decision. Then I, um, I am just telling you about the progress of the commission. 'This person' is now in Barton. I am about to go find him and get Client, you, Mrs. Levine, need the truth. You can come, or you can not come. Your choice."
"I… "
"I know." Zach spoke on the other side of the receiver. This was not an interruption, but Mrs. Levine's thoughtfulness before she stretched out the final sound of 'I' until she was about to die. "Tomorrow I will tell you the whole incident." I'll sort it out and report it to you. I wish you a nice day." The phone over there hung up.
The man in work clothes didn't have to quickly recover his non-human ears. Mrs. Levin, who was holding the handset and only hung up the phone, stood still for a while before making any new movements.
The man in overalls still gave a smile when Mrs. Levin looked over again.
"Sorry to keep you waiting."
"I'm fine." The man in work clothes shrugged, "I have no other work today."
Mrs. Levin walked around the sofa in a daze and continued to look for her wallet.
Things here can be left here. Let's focus on Grande.
Zach put down the phone, confused.
What was going on, Mrs. Levine's attitude was completely different from the excitement she had entrusted herself with after the funeral. Zach didn't think that a woman who had been patiently waiting for the North District Police Department's arrangements to end and still had the courage to ask him for a commission would suddenly change her wishes.
But Zach doesn’t have time to think about the psychological changes of a passerby here. The chance Zach said on the phone is really only now—
Bell, the inheritor at Cliff Farm, just called Zach and said that he had made a decision and was ready to leave Barton and return to Vega.
Zach left the office, went downstairs, and glanced at the group of people standing in the backyard.
James and Kate are both here, and they've come to say goodbye to General Lance.
General Lance had no intention of spending their honeymoon with the newlyweds here, and was preparing to return to the west.
Along with James and Kate, Chief Cologne of the Southern District Police Department also came to see off the general. Cologne also brought a follower, Detective Coulson.
Oh, this scene couldn't be more embarrassing - both Cologne and Coulson were very affectionate to James, yes, affectionate. They made up for all the intimacy they missed when they were at the North District Police Station in front of General Lance. On.
As a result, James always kept a "what the hell" look on his face. As for General Lance, he was not much better than James. He thanked Cologne and Coulson countless times for training James. He emphasized countless times that he still had a train to catch.
And Zach, who caused this situation, appeared on the back porch and said, "I'm sorry I can't join your send-off process. I still have work." He walked away.
The inheritor's farm was not too far away, so Zach chose to walk. Walking at vampire speed, human walking efficiency is still a bit slow.
The pastoral scenery in spring is not bad~Zac didn’t choose to walk for free~
However, he did not enjoy the scenery for too long, and Zach was followed by Roy Zmich, "If I were Lance (general), I would expose you to your face and let Cologne and Coulson know that you are not here at all." As a subordinate of the Lance family, you do everything for your own selfish desires!"
"Tell me what my selfish desires are?" Zach smiled. Roy has brought a lot of happiness to Zach, and it seems that this happiness can continue~
"You want to go against Lute Lessenbra in everything!" Roy Zmich, who attended James's funeral with General Lance, of course knew that Zach passed through the Southern District Police Station and had an affair with him. The Sabbat seizes control of Barton's southern port~
"Hey, aren't you happy~" Zach smiled.
"I'm happy?! I'm happy?!" Roy shouted in a high-pitched tone, "I'm quite happy! Humph!"
Happy Zach. But he immediately turned around in surprise and saw another person who could keep up with the walking speed of the two vampires follow him. This is a vampire too, Hank.
Hank first glanced at Roy with an expressionless expression, and then looked at Zach, "I want to study one thing now: whether I am stronger than you. Are you going to the farm? At this distance, you and me. "After that, a handful of clothes were stuffed into the stunned Roy's hands, "You go to the farm and wait for us first, and be the referee." And, without Hank having to say anything, provide a change of clothes.
"Tsk!" Roy reacted and was about to stuff the clothes back into Hank's hands, "Why should I listen to you, the freshman Lesembra!"
Hank didn't take the clothes that were stuffed back, "Because half of the place you live in now belongs to me."
Roy was stunned for a moment and looked at Zach.
Zach nodded, "Hank didn't lie to you, half of the Grand is Hank's." Zach added, "If it weren't for me, the imposter, all the legacy of the old Grand was Hank's." Gram’s.”
The corners of Roy's eyes twitched, "So what! I just don't listen to Lesembula's orders, what's going on!" The clothes were thrown to the ground.
Do you think it's childish? There's nothing you can do about it. Who doesn't have their own principles? Everyone sticks to their own principles, so that's all it is, childish.
Hank looked at the muddy clothes on the ground for a while, "You are older than Zach, much bigger, right? You are much stronger than Zach, right?"
No, Roy Zmich, who has been wasted on human weapons for too long, is not as strong as Zach.
But Hank obviously ignored the fact that this section happened in Vega, "If I am better than you, it proves that I am stronger than Zach, right?"
Is this continuous right? Let Roy... "What do you want to do! Lesembula..."
When the two figures turned into afterimages and began to entangle, Zach had already walked away. Don't worry, no one can kill anyone. One is Hank, who has zero combat experience as a vampire and can only scratch randomly, and the other is Roy, who has the strongest self-healing ability, but his ultimate move is to pull a machine gun from his stomach. This is baby fighting. (To be continued)