"We still need names." Zach rotated the beer can on the table. "Besides you, who else was threatened with recording."
Dylan named a name, the one who died in the first 'accident', "You already know, you also want to..." Dylan frowned as if trying to find the right word, "Summon him out."
"It depends." Zach curled his lips and asked, "Does he know more?"
"No." Dylan replied, "I saw him in earth and hell." He was still debugging his experience, but his adaptation process was already very impressive. "He has no clue than me, and he has no idea." Angrier."
Zach smiled and shook his head, "Then there's no need. Let me focus more on the people who are still alive. Who do you know?"
"Ted." Dylan said another name, but his expression was not very good. "It's a security guard. He was the first one to disappear." Then Dylan was silent.
At this time, it is very foolish to ask why the missing colleague was not reported to the police. Smith himself has admitted that he did not find the person who bribed his men. The process of his attempt to find out was probably carried out on this security guard. After finding nothing, he decided to eliminate the trouble.
Zach gave Dylan a moment to process his emotions and continued, "Is there anything else?"
"Michelle." Then Dylan hesitated for a long time before speaking again. His expression showed extreme reluctance, "She is different from us." This refers to the two dead people and the missing security guard Ted, "She works below and is a technician."
Zach nodded. Dylan's hesitation was normal. The Michelle he mentioned was still alive, which meant that she had not been exposed yet. However, they are able to communicate in different workplaces, which means that the relationship between Dylan and Michelle is a personal one. If Zach and Benjamin find her rashly, her secret may be exposed and she may become murderous again.
Zach thought for a while, and when Dylan said working down there, he probably meant under the warehouse. Smith wanted to hide the secret affairs. Then Michelle is the real core part. No matter who started this whole thing, Michelle is probably the trump card.
It seems that Michelle was able to survive despite the exposure of the upper class.
Zach knocked on the table, "Then it's just Michelle." His light green eyes looked at Benjamin, exchanging glances.
"You can't just go find her!" Dylan got excited and was about to speak, but was stopped by Zach's raised finger.
"After what I've been through." Zach raised his eyebrows. He spread his hands towards Dylan who was floating on the round table, meaning to let him look at himself, "You should expand your thinking. It is easy for us to ensure that she will not end up like you."
Dylan looked at the two people from left to right and stopped talking.
The vampire and the werewolf exchanged glances, and after reaching a consensus, the two stood up. Zach clapped his hands, "Okay. It's a pleasure to talk to you, as a thank you. I don't think we need to trouble that already tired friend. , sent you back. You are free."
Zach walked to the window at the back of the dining room and opened the curtains. The vampire's arm blocked his squinted eyes, and white sunlight penetrated into Walter's home.
The dust in the air swayed on the wicks of the candles on the round table, and the cyan translucent soul was wrapped in the sunlight, reflecting a green halo like a halo. The limitations of candlelight are broken. This world that was so familiar to Dylan once again opened its welcoming door.
Zach looked at Dylan's somewhat dull face, smiled, and continued, "I can show you the way. Go to Mary's Church and say that Grad asked you to find a woman named Crowley. There is a surprise. This is our apology for assisting you in your death."
It's nothing to admit, Grand House did nothing, and then Dylan died tragically and 'accidentally'. It's just that as Zach and Benjamin had a conversation before, the people in the Grand House don't think they have any responsibility.
Dylan opened his mouth slightly and looked outside through the window which was not very clean. He floated in the air and approached the window. His outstretched hand penetrated directly through the glass and moved in the air, just like a shadow, without any sense of reality.
Dylan backed away from the window and turned to look at Zach, "No. I'm with you, and I want to keep Michelle safe."
Zach raised his eyebrows and said, "It's up to you." He walked towards Walter's bedroom.
"What are you going to do?" Dylan became nervous. He thought Zach was going to send him back to hell.
But Zach just opened the door and woke up Walter who was already asleep.
"It's over?" Walter lay on the messy bed, rubbed his confused eyes, and glanced at Zach. Then Walter noticed the sunlight coming from the restaurant and blinked, "He ran away?!" Then the middle-aged liar turned over and continued to close his eyes, "It's not my problem, I don't care!"
"Get up Walter." Zach shook his head helplessly, "He didn't leave, he just decided to follow us. I just want to ask something else."
"What's the matter?" Walter sat up and asked impatiently.
Zach waved, and Dylan floated over with a frown, looking at the man who tricked him out of hell, not knowing what he was thinking.
"When you came out, someone was chasing you, why?" Zach asked with a smile.
"How do I know?!" Walter waved his hand and lay back again, his voice coming from the pillow, "Ask him! He was running away when I found him, God knows what he was running from."
Zach looked at Dylan, waiting for an answer.
"What!" Dylan's tone was not very friendly, "If you see a group of monsters, don't you run!"
What a solid reason.
Zach shook his head, monster? In the eyes of tadpoles, frogs are also monsters. It seems that I am overthinking it.
"It's okay!" Walter shouted impatiently, "If it's okay, don't disturb my rest!"
Zach looked at the schedule reminder posted on the wall behind the other person's bed, 'One o'clock in the afternoon, xx, xxx', and shook his head. This liar also lived a very hard life.
After leaving Walter's house, Zach stood on the dilapidated porch, swinging the wine bottle, listening to the clear clattering sound inside the bottle, thinking about whether to go back to Grande before continuing.
"Go back." Benjamin stepped off the porch very simply, "I'm hungry."
Zach pouted. I didn't plan to postpone this trip so late. I just planned to go directly to Smith Manor after seeing the case scene to learn more details. After all, I couldn't say much on the phone.
The two walked towards the truck, with a soul looking around floating behind them. In fact, its real name should be the Undead.
Dylan is a soul that has been planned for a certain afterlife. When he returns to this world again, he is freer than the earthbound spirit. But it's nothing special in itself. If he forgets his true heart, he will sadly become a wandering soul who has missed his true place of belonging, wandering in the world forever.
Of course, there are more extreme possibilities, such as wraiths, but Dylan is an extremely rational guy, and Zach doesn't think he will fall to that point.
"You, who are you!" A shivering but threatening voice came from behind a certain house. A woman who looked like a homeless woman was leaning against the wall and staring in this direction.
The three of them took a look. move on.
"I saw you go into that house! Twice!" The woman's voice suddenly became louder.
Zach turned his head again and looked at the woman without stopping. A dirty sweater was put on her body, her hair was tangled because it had not been washed for a long time, and her skinny fingers grasped the unpainted wall. The two times she mentioned obviously included the first time when he and Benjamin came and violently invaded Walter's home.
Seeing that the attention was attracted again, the woman rushed forward, but she didn't come close to the point of being repulsive. She stared with bloodshot eyes. "Don't, don't go near that house! That person is, is a devil! He can summon the dead! He is very dangerous! You, you must be careful!!"
It was actually a kind reminder.
Zach stopped and smiled, "How do you know?"
The woman's expression suddenly changed to one of shrinkage and fear, and her shoulders shook. "I, I heard, he, he would talk to those undead spirits at midnight..."
Zach smiled and took out his wallet, took out a Dole, and handed it to the woman in front of him, "Thank you for the reminder."
The woman glanced at the banknote in Zach's hand hesitantly, then reached out to take it, "You are a kind gentleman." She looked at Zach, "Be careful! Remember my words! That guy is dangerous! Only the devil Only then can you talk to the dead!"
After emphasizing what she wanted to say, the woman turned around and quickly disappeared into the half-constructed house.
The three of them continued on their way.
"Who is he? Where is this place?" Dylan, the floating undead, still couldn't restrain his curiosity and asked.
"Walter, a human being who fully wastes his talents." Zach answered with a smile, "As for this place, it is the most desolate area in Barton City, even in the South District."
Dylan nodded, but he couldn't help but care about what Zach said, 'Human'? Isn’t it difficult for Zach
The truck entered Route 27 to the west, and then headed south toward the Grand House. The sun in the middle of the sky spread light and heat over Badon City. Zach's eyes were hidden behind his new sunglasses, and he was about to go home. , Zach no longer had to control his appetite, and drank happily.
"What's wrong with you? Are you an alcoholic?" Dylan in the back seat was not in a good mood because he was not sure whether he had completed the 'sitting' position. He tried his best and his body was embedded in the back of the seat. , or the butt is still one centimeter away from the seat. So his tone wasn't very good either.
"Oh." Zach smiled, shaking the wine bottle in his hand, "This is my appetizer, you can think of it that way, although it is the same as the main course." Zach glanced sideways at Dylan, and his smile became wider, "I'm not an alcoholic, this is blood. Your boss hired a vampire."
Benjamin stretched out his hand from the back of the chair, "Werewolf, shake your hand." Then Benjamin looked at Zach with a playful expression, "If he can touch it."
Grande's two brothers laughed at their own joke in the front seat.
Dylan blinked his eyelids, and it was only at this moment that he finally realized that he was no longer human. (..)