James didn't make any time requirements, because he knew the impact of noon on vampires, so he was considerate. But Zach failed to call Benjamin. Benjamin was obviously more willing to spend more time with Matthew this afternoon to make final preparations before the full moon cycle.
So at the moment when the sun was at its strongest, Zach drove Benjamin's truck toward the North Side. But Zach was not alone. He also brought along a Grand guy, a fantasy Daniel who floated beside them when they were chatting in the warehouse without any sense of participation.
"We should find an identity for you." Zach smiled and said to Daniel in the passenger seat, "You are an illusion, but you are wandering around like a wandering ghost. Your racial self-esteem is too weak."
Daniel smiled helplessly. If he had the self-esteem of a fantasy person, his life would not be so miserable. The phantoms are an alien race that combines thousands of human hearts into one, and he may really be the only one like Daniel. Grand House has a bunch of weird ideas that I hope have penetrated everyone’s heart.
Seeing Daniel's acquiescence, Zach smiled and had a plan. He was not going to seriously trouble Anthony. It was a trump card and it was not appropriate to use it casually. In the gray professional circle he joined, there were people with business identities. Perhaps this is an opportunity to increase the sense of inclusion.
The truck turned as Highway 7 entered the North District, bypassed the factory owned by Herman, and headed for Paisley. Of course, his target was not Paisiying, but Ogier Street east of Paisiing, where the scene of James' case was.
This is very close to the place where Daniel once lived, so Zach took him with him. After dealing with James' matters, he could go back to Daniel's old apartment and visit the boy in the wheelchair.
The van was parked on the corner, and Zach could already see the yellow police tape that had been erected around the building. Several people wearing these clergy costumes stood outside the cordon and prayed. This was a sincere prayer. They were wishing their kindred to recover quickly in hell so that they could crawl out of hell and return to them.
Zach walked towards the police line and looked around, but did not see Crowley.
James and Coulson were together, and the two walked out of a building with frowns on their faces. Coulson was very old-fashioned and had his hands on his waist, and he didn't know what he was saying. Looking at James's gloomy face, it was obvious that the two police detectives did not get any useful information during their visits to the surrounding area.
Most of the buildings on Ogier Street are six or seven-story buildings, which are divided into many apartments, just like the one Daniel lives in. Far away from the center of the North District and close to factories, the rent here is much cheaper than in Wells, a former civil servant.
The dark brown building walls have not been painted, and the exposed bricks are pitted due to the wear and tear of time. But these walls are not lacking in decoration, with a large number of brightly colored graffiti painted on the walls. According to the city government's city appearance management, these must be cleaned away.
But forget it, this is close to the Pais Ying area known as 'passing people'. The people who live here make a not-so-sounding assertion that the taxes they pay cannot support such a large amount of cleaning work, so these 'decorations' are naturally retained and will be automatically renovated in a few days.
Now James and Coulson were walking by a huge graffiti background that didn't know what it was trying to express. Coulson opened his eyes wide and finally found the door hidden under the image that seemed to be an eye. He pushed it open. Continue to visit and investigate.
Before entering the open 'eye', James glanced at Zach, gave a simple signal with his head, and followed Coulson in.
Zach smiled and walked towards the police line.
Zach is no stranger to Ogier Street. When they first came to Barton City, he and Benjamin would curiously follow Sibella around the street until they met Alice.
There was only one unlucky police officer in police uniform guarding the scene in front of the cordon. Apparently, when James called, he had already completed the investigation of the scene and collected evidence. In the next three or four days, if this scene fails to produce any clues, the blockade here will be lifted.
Looking at the surrounding situation, the pedestrians had passed the initial curiosity and passed by without any regard.
The praying clergy signaled to Zach unnoticed.
"You look hot, officer." Zack smiled and waved to the officer guarding the scene.
The police officer seemed to be reminded and did not talk to Zach, but he lifted his police hat with one hand and wiped the sweat off his forehead.
Zach's eyes were red, "There's a cold drink shop on the corner. It shouldn't be a problem to go and sit there."
After a brief confusion, the police officer looked at the few clergymen who were gathered around and refused to leave, as if saying to himself, "There should be no problem, these people are watching here."
After the police officers left to enjoy a cold drink, Zach opened the cordon towards the clergy and walked inside.
This is a narrow alley. As soon as you enter, you can see that under the fire escape, homeless people have put up cardboard and surrounded it with trash cans to form a simple shelter space. Of course there was no one inside now, so Zach continued walking inside.
The smell here is not good. In addition to the sour smell, there is also a burnt smell.
The buildings on Ogier Street are very dense, so it is not bright here. The entire alleyway seemed crowded after Zach entered. When passing the fire escape, Zach squeezed past with his back almost pressed against the wall. The light was also affected by the crowding. It was obviously a bright time in the afternoon, but it was extremely dark here.
Of course, a vampire is not affected by light, so he can see the traces of being burned by flames in the deepest part.
The body had been sent away long ago, and Zach had already reached the deep end. The graffiti that was once burned has long been destroyed beyond recognition. Black traces are spread on the wall. Between the right angle between the wall and the ground, the black burn marks are the strongest, as if someone lit a fire in the corner, and the flames are reaching towards the wall. After teasing around, traces appeared.
"What do you think?" Crowley's voice suddenly appeared in the small space.
It's not that she wants to look down at Zach, but it's just that this place is too narrow. She was suspended in the air, looking at the vampire below, ignoring the somewhat nervous Gento.
"James would still be an arsonist if he didn't tell me." Zach looked at the traces of flames that could be chaotic and curled his lips.
"Because it's not arson." Crowley's golden head swayed in the air because of the shaking, "You saw things that he couldn't see, and you were deceived by your eyes."
Zach reluctantly turned around and looked up at Crowley, narrowing his eyes.
Crowley raised her eyebrows and curled her mouth. The black shadows of her wings embedded themselves into the buildings on both sides and passed by.
Inexplicably, in this closed alleyway, wind surged in and swept up the air in the alleyway.
However, on the wall covered with black scorch marks, the scorch began to peel off and was blown away by the wind, revealing the intact and bright graffiti inside.
"It's hellfire, Zach." Crowley fell back to the ground and stood in front of Zach. "It's for torture, not for the flame that destroys the soul connection mark."
In the Holy Scriptures, Hell is a place for atonement and is described as being filled with fire. This kind of flame is not the flame that we are familiar with, which will burn away the soul mark and make the soul dissipate, but the fire of judgment that makes all souls who enter hell suffer a life worse than death and enjoy endless torture.
Remember the flames that enveloped Crowley when she appeared? Yes, that's it, the flame that will forever envelope the fallen angel's body.