Old Mel moved so quickly that Madison didn't even have time to look carefully before the things were packed. Two consecutive sales seemed to make the old man very happy, "I have always felt that Grande is better than Allen (Funeral Home)!"
Zach smiled and accepted the insincere flattery. Grande has received almost no business in the past few years, so where does the good impression come from? It is not forgotten even if it is thanks to the reputation left by the old Grande when he was running the business.
Sure enough, another trace of disgust flashed across Madison's face. It was obvious that the mill manager had already discovered these problems while carrying out his work. Otherwise, the price of mills does not need to be so low to compete with peers.
Please understand Madison's helplessness. He is not from Barton City. He thought that after taking over an industry supported by the city government, his future life would be bright, but the fact is that is not the case at all! Being a low-class alien and being constrained by his job, Madison doesn't feel that his life has improved in any way.
The typewriter packed into a paper box was stuffed into Madison's arms. Zach pursed his lips, "Madison, I'm already trying to improve your impression, don't..."
Zach didn't finish. Sentences like this never need to be finished, everyone understands. Madison took the carton, his eyes drooped, he shook his head without knowing what he was thinking, and whispered, "Thank you."
"You're welcome." Zach smiled.
Picking up the paper bag of tapes again, Zach and Matthew prepared to leave. Madison, who quickly got what he wanted, was also holding the carton and preparing to leave, but everyone seemed to be thinking about something else. It's a little awkward for people who know each other to leave in silence like this.
"How was your tutoring class?" Although the cars on both sides were parked in front, both of them were the same earthy gray color as most cars in the South District and were inconspicuous. Everyone hoped to speed up the pace and reduce this embarrassing time, but everyone Be an adult. Not so childish, the vampire asked as if he was very concerned.
"That's it," Madison replied.
Zach couldn't force too much, and smiled, "I said I support you, and I mean it sincerely. After all, I basically tricked you into coming to Grande. I still have a basic sense of responsibility."
Madison said softly, and her eyes drifted to God knows where. Anyway, it was in the opposite direction to Zach, "You really want to support? Then why don't you go and show Maurice what a guy who lives on blood looks like? .”
It was a grumpy joke, but—
"Okay." Zach squinted his eyes. God knows if this vampire was confused by the sun because he didn't have sunglasses. "If this is what you want." Zach smiled and looked at Madison, "You went to night school. Right. Are there any classes today? I'll go with you, you know, vampires like to go out at night."
Maybe it's the vampire's squinting eyes, or maybe it's Madison's vengeance. Madison's eyes returned to Zach, the corners of her eyes twitching slightly, "Eight o'clock in the evening, the mill."
"Okay." Zach nodded, and the two parties completely separated. Walk to your car.
Life is always unsatisfactory, and the two cars are going in the same direction. Both are on Route 27 heading south. Matthew awkwardly smiled awkwardly at Madison outside the car window in the passenger seat. Madison looked intently at the road ahead. What a principled driver.
When he returned to Grande, Benjamin really waited. A bunch of things were given to Matthew to tinker with, and Zach only had time to ask how Alice was doing.
Benjamin tilted his head, "Alice is in the room, reading a book."
Zach understood. No more questioning, "What's wrong? Is there any news from the hospital?"
Benjamin's eyebrows furrowed. Now Benjamin has the habit of trimming his beard, and the lower half of his face is covered with short brown hair. It is much neater than before, but every expression on this face has a hint of seriousness. The general feeling is this: Benjamin used to be the unshaven burly man, but now he is a burly man.
"Yes, Jin felt from the bottom of his heart that he must sue." Benjamin quoted Danny's words on the phone, "Any ideas?"
Zach threw away his scrapped sunglasses, the frown between his brows seemed to be carved on his pale skin, and he raised his fingers towards Benjamin, "I need something to drink."
The vampire pulled out the bottle, still maintaining the habit of a human drunkard, filling his glass and thinking.
Wells, transformed by Jin, was controlled.
'From the heart', this is the powerful manifestation of this control. Zack's Charming Eyes were overwritten, and even the skinchanger Jin, who had nothing to do with Wells, was completely controlled. This didn't make sense.
Benjamin was sitting in front of the office. He was not in a hurry. Seeing Zach deep in thought, Alpha was somewhat balanced, because before Zach came back, he also thought about why this was happening for a long time. Solution? No, compared to the solution, this, um, 'thing' that can control people unconsciously, needs to attract more attention.
The ability to control behavior, Sibera once counted against Ravenci's witchcraft, but it was obvious that it was against one's will and had nothing to do with autonomous actions. It was enforced when the soul and body resisted at the same time. Witchcraft composed of blood and matter is a powerful witchcraft. This is the top of witchcraft. The current situation does not match it and is ruled out.
The demon's soul implant has been eliminated by Seth. The memory implantation of Zach's Charming Eyes, ha, has been ruled out for a long time.
In fact, these are no longer important. When even gold is controlled, these abilities that can affect individual behavior should be eliminated! Because King is not Welles! Whatever was affecting Wells' actions, it had nothing to do with Wells the person!
"Ideas..." Half of the red liquid in the cup in Zach's hand was gone, and his voice was drawn out, "No." Zach shook his head, "Where's Mike? Does Crowley have any ideas?"
Benjamin raised his eyebrows, "She checked Wells' soul and found nothing."
Of course there was nothing, and Crowley wouldn't even need to check Wells' soul if Seth was willing to communicate openly with her.
Zach cleaned everything out of the cup and smiled helplessly at Benjamin, "It seems we can't figure out what is affecting these, but we still have to fulfill James' request."
Benjamin raised the corners of his mouth and spread his hands. It was not that they were not curious, but that their curiosity had reached a dead end, "What do you want to do?"
Zach raised his eyebrows, "Make 'Wells' disappear."
If you want a vase to be placed on the left side of the desk, but it always goes to the right by itself. What is the ultimate solution? Throw away this wayward vase.
This is no different from the 'General's' solution. The only difference is that because of the 'efforts' of the aliens, the real vase is still alive and well, but it has lost its identity. Maybe it can be used as an urn by someone who finds it in the future. , make the best use of everything. (..)