Anthony leaned helplessly on his chair, "Zach! You have to be more flexible! Not everyone needs to be buried! You can use cremation!"
The vampire's eyes instantly turned red! cremation? Do you know why there were guillotines and burnings in the Middle Ages? Because this was the only way humans knew to kill vampires at that time! Vampires, like all non-human beings, fear fire.
As for cremation, this is also the reason why Zach's funeral industry has been compressed today. This 'trend' that has suddenly emerged in recent years makes people think that dead people no longer need to occupy land! Even a coffin is unnecessary. A metal can is just a place for people to rest!
Zach rejected this emerging term from the bottom of his heart. He thought his employees would not accept it either, especially Alice. She was a banshee - a black witch. A witch who died at the stake was no less a vampire than a vampire!
Zach frowned, the redness in his eyes gradually faded, and the hand holding the document had already crumpled the paper. He knew this was really the only thing Anthony could do.
"What about other funeral industries?" Zach asked. This document is a notice to privatize all funeral industries. Yes, there are still 'brave' humans competing with vampires in Barton City. The ignorant have nothing to fear, that's what it means.
"Allen, Ford... funeral homes are like this. You want to survive in human society." Anthony looked at Zach and sighed: "This is the only way to go. One year later, the mayor will be re-elected. I won't Will stay here forever!"
Zach folded the document, put it in his pocket, and looked at Anthony: "I saved you on the battlefield, and you gave me this idea, but now I have to keep my own choices." It seems that vampires have finally realized that humans The life he lives is not suitable for him, and he has to choose to face his own nature... It's strange, he just hesitated.
There was a knock on the door, and Anthony answered. The door was pushed open. The beautiful Gina leaned forward and pressed against the door edge. The third button of her blouse was pulled. Anthony's attention was diverted from his female secretary with difficulty. , looked at the soldiers who came in.
"Mayor!" After saluting, the soldier quickly reported: "The senator is still waiting!"
Anthony nodded and signaled the soldiers to go out first.
Today there is a dinner for two senators from Massachusetts, where Barton is located, and it is also about the privatization of the funeral industry that was originally managed by the government. After dinner, Anthony came back to change his clothes and took his female companion, Gina, with him, and then continued to attend the party.
When the soldier left, Anthony motioned to Gina, the secretary headed and closed the door again. She had specially customized a new evening dress for today.
Zach noticed the unusual gun on the soldier's waist. After the war, such a weapon with great destructive power was prohibited from being worn casually. Even if it was a senator's protection, it was very strange to bring a gun into the city hall with such a name.
"Is the security situation bad now?" Zach asked Anthony, who had already walked to the side to take off his clothes and change clothes.
Anthony looked at the phone on his desk, "It's not a problem with the line. The communication in Barton City has been interrupted for almost a week. We haven't found where the line was broken yet. The senators are all guys who want to run for governor. They take their lives very seriously."
Zach shook his head. His ancient thinking was still unable to adapt to the current politics of human society. But before he left, he reminded Anthony: "Remember to protect yourself."
Anthony snorted, and under Zach's gaze, he pinned a revolver to his side. Zach's eyes narrowed slightly in the silver reflection, and the silver gun body and bullets clicked together again. A deadly weapon against vampires.
Zach smiled with satisfaction, opened the door, and left the mayor's office.
It would be ridiculous if Anthony could become the protective umbrella for Zach, the vampire, and just let Zach receive the funds allocated by the city government every month! Anthony is the barrier between Zach and the outside vampire family, and more specifically, the barrier between the original vampire family! Our vampire protagonist has a very old last name!
After leaving the city hall, the drizzle still continued, the buildings across the street were brightly lit, and the road was full of parked vehicles. The upper class members of Barton City would not give up this opportunity to make friends with the future governor.
Zach lowered the brim of his hat, put his hands in the pockets of his coat, and stepped towards the South District. It was now eight in the evening, and the buses in Barton City closed down when the sun went down. Zach wanted to use his speed as a vampire and turn into a blurry black shadow and run. But this is near the city hall, and the bright lights do not allow him to do this. Our protagonist is a vampire who wants to integrate into human society, but don't forget this, he has to hide his natural identity...
Humidity and coldness are not the feelings that vampires like. Vampires are also homeothermic 'creatures', but the temperature is much lower than when they were humans. Therefore, what is cold to ordinary people is normal temperature to vampires. Normal temperature means no feeling. Vampires don't like an environment where they don't have feelings. It makes them sluggish, at least Zach doesn't like it.
So after walking two streets, he hid in a grocery store selling tobacco, alcohol, coffee and some other things.
The shop owner looked at this man in a black formal suit with unusually fair skin, and pointed expressionlessly at the shelves behind him, where umbrellas of different styles were hung.
Zach shook his head and pointed to the container behind the store owner, "A pack of cigarettes."
The shopkeeper turned around and took out a pack of cigarettes worth more than ten ounces (currency). Zach immediately shook his head: "No, no, four or five ounces of cigarettes, thank you."
The shopkeeper rolled his eyes and took out another pack of cigarettes. Zach handed the shopkeeper a ten-dollar bill. The shopkeeper opened the drawer and retrieved five dollars. Zach's hand was still stretched out in front of the shopkeeper, and the vampire was reminding him, where are the five cents left
The shopkeeper remained motionless, staring at our vampire.
Zach gave up, retracted his hand and pulled out a copy of today's newspaper at the counter. This Patton Journal is worth fifty cents.
Just like that, under the disdainful gaze of the shop owner, vampire Zach waited until the rain stopped. It was a sporadic spring rain. The night sky soon became clear, and a full moon appeared in the sky.
Zach walked out of the grocery store. He had to rush back today. If he didn't send clothes to Benjamin tomorrow morning, the werewolf would probably not talk to Zach for half a month!
For a vampire, if a werewolf looks at you and says nothing, the vampire will instinctively think that it is because of one thing. He is judging whether you taste good or not.
A slight hum came, and Zach looked at the corner of the street. A woman was sitting leaning against a street lamp. She was wearing heavy makeup, revealing clothes, and a man was cursing from the bar next to her. Zach's light green eyes were a little red. Don't forget, Zach was a hungry vampire, and 'food' seemed to have lost his mind due to alcohol.