On the short side of the L-shaped Grande House is the kitchen and dining room. The rectangular wooden table is filled with food by Alice. Louise and King sat uneasily at the table. Of course, King was holding a hatchet in his hand hidden under the table, and there were two daggers stuck in his boots.
"Do I have to be here?" Louise asked anxiously. If possible, she would like to hide in the basement.
Alice picked up a plate of egg rolls and walked to Zach's office at the call of the bell. When passing behind Louise, she stroked her trembling shoulders: "It'll be okay, I didn't see anything. '."
Louise smiled reluctantly. She and Alice had established a friendship, and the banshee did not hide her abilities. So Louise knew very well what Alice meant by 'seeing'. But she still leaned closer to Jin who had prepared the weapon. After thinking about it, she changed direction and leaned towards Benjamin, who was near the office and whose ears had turned into pointed wolf ears.
Alice carried the plate and walked out of the restaurant, passed the empty stairwell, turned a right angle, and opened the back door (side door) of Zach's office.
"So, you haven't killed anyone." Zach said to the man sitting across from the desk. He saw Alice coming in and looked at her.
Alice handed the egg roll to the man and took away the plate in front of him. Still wearing the makeup Louise put on her, Alice smiled at Zach and exited the office with the used plate.
The man didn't mind the grease stains, so he picked up an egg roll and put it into his mouth, saying a little unclearly: "I'm going to hit you all the way. (I didn't, I don't want to do that)."
James looked at the half-eaten egg roll, nodded, and said calmly, "This is the best egg roll I have ever eaten."
"Oh?" Zach became interested: "I never knew that aliens had a so-called sense of taste. I thought you could eat everything."
"You're not wrong." James finished the remaining half: "We can't feel the taste. However, we can still feel the texture of the food. I like soft or crispy food. I hate hard things. .”
"Like bones?" Zach asked with a smile.
"Yes, like bones." James said, already starting to solve the second egg roll with a serious expression.
Zach reached out and took away the egg roll that James was about to put into his mouth, and put it aside along with the plate: "Okay, James, gluttony is one of the original sins. Don't let my newly developed good impression of you end there." Disappear. Now, tell me everything."
James looked at the food being taken away, his face still expressionless, and he casually wiped the oil stains on his clothes.
"You're not going to like what you're going to hear." James turned his head and looked at Zack's office, "How many vampires are here."
"Only me." Zach was not in a hurry. He had already asked clearly that the alien in front of him was not the person who caused the riot in Barton City. "And a werewolf. He went to the Barton Police Station and left you a phone number. .And the banshee who made the egg rolls for you, you just met."
"Werewolf, banshee?" James had a puzzled expression on his face for the first time: "So, what is this place for you? A monster museum?"
Zach chuckled lightly, "Didn't you see our sign when you came? Grande Funeral Home, stop asking such obvious questions."
"So your last name is 'Grand'? How long have you lived here." James asked coldly.
Zach made a natural move: "10 years."
"So, Barton City is your territory." James nodded, then shook his head: "I have never heard of it."
"Are you here to compete for our territory?" Zach raised the corners of his mouth slightly, not denying James' words.
"No." James continued to shake his head: "I am, you won't like what I will say."
"Don't worry about my preferences."
"There is a rumor among the underground creatures: Barton City is a no-man's land."
Zach touched his chin. He really didn't like this rumor, which meant that countless inferior alien creatures would flood into Barton City and treat it as their own paradise.
"The rumors are false. I am here, this is my city." Zach concluded coldly.
"This is your one word, against thousands of words. You should understand the meaning of 'passing' words." James was very pertinent.
"Who started such rumors? The ancestor family of vampires?" Zach stood up and poured himself a glass of bright red wine.
James' eyes followed Zach, and his thoughtful expression disappeared in an instant, and he continued in a calm tone: "No, if it were those people, I wouldn't be here. The rumors started inside Barton City."
Zach raised his head, drank the wine, and frowned: "This is impossible."
Zach trusts Anthony. As the mayor of Barton City, Anthony cannot allow foreigners to enter Barton.
James shook his head: "You vampires always keep your eyes on high places. The composition of human society is not just the upper class. Just like us, there are vampires who think they are nobles, and unfettered werewolves who have been eliminated by the times. Banshees, and shape-shifters like me with low bloodline."
"What do you want to express?" Zach turned to look at James. Is there already an underground alien organization in Barton City? This is even more impossible.
"As I said, rumors are circulating among underground creatures, those lower-level alien races that are outside the mainstream forces."
Zach frowned and asked the previous question again, but did not give his own conjecture: "Who started the rumor? How did it spread?"
"I just found out today." James pointed to the phone on Zach's desk: "An alien, he controlled Barton's phone line. I think if my partner, Detective Coulson, is not wrong, Direction, his name is David, an ordinary employee of Barton Telecom.”
Past Zach's office, through the empty stairwell, around a right angle and into the Grand House dining room.
Benjamin's fingers that were placed on the rectangular wooden dining table suddenly retracted! Five deep scratches appeared amidst the dry and hard scratching sounds!
Louise approached Benjamin's body and shook: "What, what's wrong? Benjamin, what did you hear?"
"Nothing." Benjamin shook his head, and the fluff on the wolf-shaped palms faded away and turned into normal palms.
Louise moved the chair closer to Jin...
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It's thirty twenty-one in the afternoon.
"Passengers going to Patton City, please note that at thirty-thirty, the sub-train to Patton City will start. Passengers going to Patton City, please board the train as soon as possible, and please check in large luggage. I wish everyone a happy trip. Passengers going to Patton City Passengers please note that three…”
A man wearing a black wide-brimmed hat lowered the brim of the hat to block his eyes, and at the same time tightened his coat, which was not very warm. His clothes looked very old, but fortunately they were still clean. He held a handbag, took out a ticket from his pocket, and handed it to the conductor who was checking the tickets.
"I wish you a pleasant trip." The conductor, who was much taller than the man, glanced at the ticket mechanically and handed it back.
The man thought, 'I hope I can really have a good time in Patton City', thinking this way, he boarded the train.
There were not many people on the train. To the east of Barton City was Martha's Bay, so the people still on the train were all heading to the terminal, Barton City.
The man looked at his seat and found someone sitting opposite him. He didn't want to interact with anyone, so he went to a seat where he had no company.
After sitting down, the man put his bag in his arms, which was his only belongings. More than two hundred renminbi, as well as forged identity documents.
The man breathed a sigh of relief and only took off his somewhat old gloves and placed them on the table, but did not take off his hat. He did not want others to notice his special color. The man looked out the window. What will happen in the future? I hope it will be a paradise as rumored.
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Although creating suspense is very important, I don’t want people to think of this somewhat lonely man as something bad, so I think I should tell you:
that's me.