He probably hit something during the turmoil just now. Walter bent over and pressed his knees, "The rest is not my business! I want to rest. Call me when you're done!"
After saying that, this guy who had just escaped from hell with a soul looked at the ceiling wallpaper with a hole in it due to the soaring flames with a disgusted look on his face. His mouth was missing half of his front teeth, and he clucked his tongue and limped towards it. own bedroom.
Opening the door and closing the door, Walter thoughtfully left the vampire, werewolf, and soul alone in the restaurant.
The cyan light and shadow that was very obvious in the darkness slowly condensed and gradually formed a complete human form. He recovered from the initial surprise of being deceived and looked around in confusion. Then he did the first thing any soul would do after returning to a familiar world—rush to freedom!
Zach and Benjamin sat back down at the dinner table and watched the poor guy rush toward the door in the darkness. His translucent body was still far away from the door, and was scattered by the invisible boundary. The scattered cyan light and shadow regrouped on the extinguished candle. He tried it again, but it still scattered and gathered.
He changed direction, and with some awareness that he was no longer human, he rushed towards the curtain behind the restaurant. The cyan afterimage flashed across the eyes of the vampire and Alpha, but neither of them paid much attention to the result.
This time, the soul touched the curtain, but the process was still the same. His body spread out on the curtain, and the cyan light and shadow spread like mist, but the curtain did not move at all. The invisible force pulled the scattered cyan color back and gathered on the crooked candlestick pressed by the beer can.
The space previously illuminated by candlelight was his range of activities.
In a sense, he is still an Earthbinder.
Zach and Benjamin gave him enough time to discover this. This poor guy died abnormally, was dragged to hell abnormally, and was destined to be sent back again. He deserved a chance to relax.
The attempt to escape from here finally gave up after repeated attempts failed. The transparent green figure curled up on the table, stared at the warm candle core, and said, "I know you, Benjamin Grande, you can see me, right?"
Benjamin adjusted his body. Looking at the doorman who took him around the warehouse last night, he said, "Dylan, we meet again."
"Do you know my name? I guess it was Mr. Smith who gave it to you, right?" This guy's mind was actually extremely clear. Thinking about how he could go from birth to death, from this world to hell and back again in one night, what else could he do? Such clear thinking is really rare.
Zach raised his eyebrows, "You are very smart. Then can you guess why we are here?"
"Smith wants some names, right?" The 'sir' was dropped, and the guy's anger began to germinate as he calmed down. Dylan's frown could still be seen on his transparent face, "Are you Zachary Grande?"
Zach nodded.
"What the hell are you two doing!" Dylan glared back and forth at the two of them.
"I can see you..." Zach didn't mind that the other person objectified him and waved his hand, "and the person who pulled you out of hell, you only need to know this."
As if something had been said, the expression on Dylan's face began to become complicated. The head looking left and right slowly stopped in the middle, muttering as if to himself. "So it was really hell...I, I, went to hell..."
It seems as if reality has just hit this guy now. This has nothing to do with the slow reflex arc. It is just an epiphany after the rationality has passed and the sensibility has finally caught up with the progress.
Cyan light and shadow danced on the table. The face and form began to blur, intermittent roars emerged from the chaotic light and shadow, and dots of red flashed among the increasingly darker cyan.
The messy fragments of light and shadow beat more and more violently on the round table. The original cyan halo seemed to be sucked and swallowed by itself. Bright red light spots and dull dark cyan gradually replaced the original fragments of light and shadow. It was as if atomized smoke replaced the chaotic beating and rolled up!
Zach raised his eyebrows, this guy is actually a natural... Let's put it this way, those hellhounds will regret that they once ate Dylan.
The vampire's fingertips pricked the skin of his fingers, and a drop of bright red fell on the table.
The ongoing transformation on the round table was suddenly interrupted! The dark cyan mist and bright red light spots shrank sharply and were buried in the cyan transparent body! And that transparent cyan body has reached the ceiling in fear!
"What is that!" Dylan shouted, staring at the round, convex drop of bright red on the table. He could feel that it was a black hole. Once he touched it, he would be swallowed up completely!
"That's right." Zach smiled and touched the pricked finger. The wound was no longer traceable. "You should feel scared. You can use this as the basis of our conversation." Zach smiled at Dylan on the ceiling. , "As long as you cooperate, we won't hurt you."
"Hurt me?" Zach lit the fuse, "What can you do to me?! I'm already dead!" Dylan's back was against the ceiling, staring at Benjamin and yelling, "After I showed him After going through the warehouse! It was you! It was you who told Smith that I betrayed him!"
Benjamin would never explain that such jobs were only for Zach.
Zach shook his head, "Come down." His sleeve wiped the blood beads on the table, "You are wrong, we are as surprised as you are about your death."
The cyan slowly fell and floated above the heart of the candle. A thoughtful expression began to appear on his translucent face, but he still stared at Benjamin, "You saw it in the end! But you didn't do anything!"
The last thing Benjamin said to Dylan was, 'You can rest assured.' Don't you think it's strange
Zach waved his hand impatiently, "There is no need to accuse anyone now, we have all been plotted by Smith." The corners of the vampire's mouth suddenly curved, "And you seem to have forgotten that we are here under the entrustment of Smith, so we are here strictly Say, we are still on the opposite side of you.”
Without waiting for what the other person was saying, Zach spread his hands towards Dylan in the air, "You are already dead, are these still so important? Tell us what we want to know and we won't bother you anymore." Zach blinked, " Maybe, maybe. We can still give you your freedom."
Dylan frowned. He couldn't help but accept this reality. This temptation was also something he couldn't refuse after just staying in hell for a short period of time. He glanced at Zach and found out easily that the person he was talking to was not Benjamin, so he turned around. "You want a name? I don't have one, all communication is through phone calls and packages."
Knowing it wouldn't be that easy, Zach looked helplessly at Benjamin, who was shaking his head, "Be more specific and start from the beginning."
Dylan began to narrate.
About two weeks ago, Dylan began to receive strange phone calls. The calls were usually brief, and the strange voice said the time, place, and instructions. Dylan just dismissed it as a prank and ignored it. Then he starts receiving packages, usually containing photos, while he eats, sleeps, works...
So when Dylan was presented with a photo of him sleeping, taken from above his bed, he followed the phone's instructions and obeyed—and began recording his real work conversations, the ones that took place beneath Smith's warehouse.
Then the content of the package became richer. In addition to the usual, extremely erotic photos, there was also cash. It seems to be both a threat and a reward. However, the instructions on the phone did not change, and it was still a work similar to evidence collection. Dylan was not asked to hand over these things that could destroy the Smith family.
So Dylan half resisted and half obeyed and continued to follow the phone's request and secretly carry out this strange task.
"I'm not stupid enough to think that those people didn't collect what I recorded." Dylan said with a sullen face, as if the translucent edges were covered with a veil, "They can enter without my knowledge. My bedroom, take pictures of me. I don't think they can take or copy those recordings."
"Then have you found that your tape has disappeared or been tampered with?" Zach asked.
"No." The veil on Dylan's face became heavier, "until my house was burglarized and all the tapes hidden under my bed disappeared."
Zach raised his eyebrows and thought for a while. He smiled and said, "Then you guessed it, it was Smith who discovered it. The theft was Smith's action, and those tapes were taken away by Smith."
Dylan gave the vampire a dark look and continued his narrative.
The theft occurred three days ago. As usual, Dylan would put the recordings from that day under his bed when he got home. But that day, as Dylan stood in front of his home, he knew something bad had happened. Because his door had been pried open, everything in the room had been messed up like a bandit, and all cash and valuables had disappeared.
Dylan was not naive enough to believe that this was a real home invasion, so he immediately looked at the tapes under the bed, and sure enough, they were all gone.
No robber would steal a worthless tape that was valuable, so Dylan realized that his little trick was discovered by his boss, Smith.
This is a person who is more rational than emotional, so Dylan is not stupid enough to run away and confess to his boss quickly. He holds on to the last tape in his hand as a weight in his negotiations.
Zach and Benjamin exchanged looks with each other, and it was a look that had to be admired by Dylan.
"But the negotiation you were waiting for didn't happen, right?" Zach smiled helplessly.
"No." The haze on Dylan's face disappeared. Looking back on the incident up to now, it seemed that he had really looked away. "In fact, when I returned to the warehouse again, I found that there were people who had the same idea as me."
Of course, two people died in the accident, and Smith also admitted that he could not rule out the possibility of a third person.
Zach sighed, "When Benjamin went to investigate, you had a glimmer of hope."
"Yes." Dylan replied simply, "But when I found out that you..." looked at Benjamin, "you didn't know anything about the underground, I gave up this hope."
This abandonment occurred when Benjamin asked outside the warehouse where they were going. Benjamin recalled this scene. In order to hide his emotions, Dylan also said hello to the police guarding the cordon. No wonder Dylan was so non-rigid when introducing the compartments later.
"But you still have a glimmer of hope." Zach shook his head helplessly. If it weren't for the preventive surveillance and only Benjamin went, with the vampire's ability to observe people carefully, he might have been able to detect Dylan's emotional changes at that time. Zach continued, "As Benjamin checked it out, you started to hope that it really was just an accident."
"Is this important?" Dylan shook his head. Indeed, after entering the warehouse, he showed his eagerness for the results of the investigation more than once, finally giving Benjamin clues to re-deconstruct Smith's intention. But for Dylan, it was a last-ditch dream even though he knew it was impossible, but he could only hope that his boss would not be so decisive.
Dylan glanced at Benjamin, and he could already understand that Benjamin would never have expected that he would die at that time. Otherwise, this strong guy would not have said anything reassuring.
But these things no longer matter, one side is the dead pseudo-Earthbinder, and the other side is Grande who accepted the murderer's commission. They are both controlled by Smith, but they are still serving Smith. (..)