There were two limo cars parked in front of the Grand House, one of which was already very familiar. It was Laura’s exclusive car before she owned a car. The driver, who was already quite familiar with Grande, held the food prepared by Alice and waved to the two people who came back with a smile.
Zach responded with a smile, "Did you come early?"
The other person smiled and nodded, then glanced at the other car and whispered, "Smith."
Zach nodded, and the other party actually came by himself.
It was lunch time, and unexpectedly there were two more people at Grande's table.
Smith grasped his knife and fork gracefully, "The afternoon class, I remember it was an experiment, right, my baby."
The girl next to Laura was almost crying, God knows why her luck is so bad! I went on a big adventure to heal my broken love with my friends, and unexpectedly met my own father!
Laura was holding Alice's hand under the dining table while she was still serving everyone, but her eyes for help had already turned away.
"Mr. Smith, yes, Laura and I made an appointment. I prepared something and asked her to come over at noon." Alice didn't dare to look directly at the elegant gentleman, because Grande's affairs had never been hidden. She, so she knew that this gentle man had brought death to two people.
"Oh, these are delicious. Thank you for your hospitality. You are a very good cook." Smith smiled and praised Alice's cooking skills before looking at his daughter, "So, after lunch, you guys I’ll go back to Leipte to take classes, right?”
Remember that poor girl who had her eyebrows burned off in lab class? Her pity was used by Laura and Kepler as a reason to skip the experimental class, but the two girls now did not dare to say this reason.
"We have guests." Zach walked into the restaurant, drew attention to himself, smiled slightly and gestured to Smith, the only middle-aged man wearing a formal body, and then looked at Laura. "Alice has prepared the recipes all morning, how about it?"
Laura could only nod, not expecting that she would also thank this 'other brother'.
Zach didn't know Kepler, but he had heard it, smiled at the crying girl, and looked at Smith. "How about we leave the young people alone."
Smith put down his knife and fork with a smile, "As long as they remember the afternoon class." He took one last look at Laura and his daughter, and entered the office with Zach.
Laura breathed a big sigh of relief, and then immediately came with a hint of anger, "Kepler! Why did your father come!"
"How do I know!" Kepler was very aggrieved.
Laura rolled her eyes, and then cast her gaze on Benjamin who had just sat down. He knew that Benjamin must know something. But the girl pursed her lips and didn't ask anything.
Laura wasn't in a good mood, to be honest. She didn't want to 'give in' so early. Everyone knows how a girl's brain works. Although she missed Alice, she didn't want to go back to Grande so soon. But Kepler, who had just lost his love, didn't know what he was thinking, so he said, 'Lola! Let's go find your friend in the South District! Girls' big adventure! No boys! Only girls! '
Laura could only agree, originally thinking of coming to Grande for a walk and observation. Then walk away and create a cool image of 'I don't care about anything'. But God knows Kepler had another boyfriend in the morning. Oh no, it's her ex-boyfriend. What kind of excitement does that guy Yuri have? He's determined to skip the afternoon class and take a big risk in advance.
So they came, and then they discovered that the Smith family's car was also here. It's too late to turn around.
"I added mint." After Smith left, Alice was obviously much more relaxed, and she pointed at the salad and introduced it to Laura with a smile.
But Laura had too many things on her mind now, so she pursed her lips and gave a sigh of relief. He shook the spoon in his hand in disinterest. However, Kepler's face became less aggrieved and his eyes lit up, "Ah! So that's it! Laura! You're right! Alice is really a very good cook!"
Laura turned over the salad in the bowl and gave a favor.
Alice sat down and lowered her head.
In the office, Zach sat at his desk, holding a wine bottle and glass, pouring himself lunch, and said with a smile, "It's not a good habit, so I won't ask you."
Smith didn't mind, smiled and shook his head, "My daughter is right next to me, so in order to maintain my image, I won't ask for it."
It's hard to tell which of the two is more hypocritical, as Dylan floats around the office, scowling. Of course, he also tried scratching the boss sitting across from Zach, but it had no effect except making himself more frustrated.
"You came here in person. It's a commission. Is there anything that needs to be changed?" Zach asked with a smile.
"Of course not." Smith's tone was very calm. It was not transmitted through wires, so it was more comfortable to hear it in person. I don't know how many people this deep and deep voice would fascinate. And his appearance is very consistent with this. His hair is combed back, his eyebrows are clean, and his carefully groomed beard neatly covers his upper lip and is slightly raised at the end. Coupled with the appropriate actions, Zach had to admit that the other party was a gentleman on his level.
"There are just some things I want to tell Grande personally." Smith smiled, "But I think you all already know it."
Zach shook the wine glass in his hand, "Do you want to ask about the progress of our investigation?"
Smith emphasized that he understood Grande's rules from the beginning of the commission, so he directly gave the clues to the investigation on the phone, that is, the information about Dylan and the first deceased. Smith just made a reasonable guess. After investigating the homes of these two people, Grande should already have some opinions.
"Sorry." Smith kept smiling and shook his head, "I didn't notice."
Zach smiled and took a sip of his wine, "I'm just talking. In fact, we did know some fragmentary clues, but from the first commission, these clues were incomplete." Zach looked at Smith with the same expression. Smiling eyes, "I planned to visit in the afternoon, but since the employer is so proactive, why not describe the entire incident in detail from Smith's perspective and let me see if I can piece together these clues."
The vampire said it was obvious that Grande was not satisfied with the information provided by her employer Smith bit by bit like squeezing out toothpaste, and now she wanted Smith to spit out everything.
Smith's smile had a hint of bitterness, and in Zach's deliberate switching and avoidance of names, he could already sense that Grande didn't have a good opinion of him.
"Sorry again." Smith shook his head. "Please forgive me for being cautious. After all, my parents and the previous generation of Smiths have ignored the family business for a long time, so when they highly recommended Grand House, I had to consider it for the family."
Zach thought for a moment and nodded. Accepting this explanation, Zach wished that Old Smith had not made this recommendation. The ideal situation would be to limit Grande's business to those old guys who haven't had many years of experience.
"Let's get started." Zach's smile was much more sincere this time, showing a hint of helplessness. In Smith's eyes, it was naturally the result of understanding the helpless reality.
Smith received a phone call a week ago. There were many voices on the receiver, accompanied by the noise of spinning cassettes. Smith immediately realized it was the other person playing the recording.
The content of the recording made Smith, who had been trained in etiquette since childhood, smash the phone. That was a working conversation in Smith's private industry. Just picking out a section at random can keep the Barton Police Department busy for a while.
Such calls usually end with an unfamiliar voice saying, 'We know. '
Such a clear threatening call failed to persuade Smith to call the police. So Smith began his own investigation.
When such a call came, he started recording, and then analyzed who was conducting the conversation and what time the conversation was about...
Zach admired this method, because there must be someone recording the recording. In Smith's private industry, different departments have different locations for activity. For example, Dylan, the security guard and doorman, comes into contact with the parts where goods come in and out. On the lower level Michelle touches the technical part.
Use this as a distinction. Smith had a shortlist of recorders.
"The first person we confirmed was a security guard, Ted." Smith had a very sincere look on his face. It didn't need to be performed, it was the sadness of being betrayed. "A young man who likes to chat very much." Smith Shake his head. "Extensive recordings were found at his residence."
Zach said nothing, keeping a listening expression. Vampires don't say anything that reveals their progress.
Security guard Ted’s confession, don’t ask where the confession came from. Looking at Dylan, who was rolling around with dark cyan light and shadow all over his body, he knew it was not a pleasant process.
The confession did not help Smith one bit, quite the opposite. But it made Smith realize how powerful his opponent was. At least if Smith wanted to take something from someone's home, he would have to pretend to be a burglary, but his opponent wouldn't.
So Smith must initiate countermeasures, and this measure is to look at Dylan.
The enemy's head was never revealed, but Smith had to start cutting grass from his own body.
"Here's the list." Smith took out a flat, folded piece of paper from his pocket.
Zach took it, and Dylan, whose whole body was tumbling in dark blue, drew an ink-colored afterimage in the air, floated behind Zach, and anxiously urged the vampire to open it.
But Zach took the list and put it on the table, smiled and said to Smith, "Let's talk about the bottom line."
Smith made a gesture of invitation.
"The police are already paying attention to Smith's warehouse, so if you still want our Grande to actively investigate, don't pay more attention to you."
"Haha." Smith smiled and nodded, "Actually, there is no need to worry. The most fundamental reason for the two accidents is that they discovered their intention to use the recording as a bargaining chip for negotiation."
There will be no undead soul - Dylan - in Smith's field of vision. His face has completely darkened, almost turning into an ink-colored body, rolling more violently, bright red, those soul marks that represent the only soul, from the deep It appeared everywhere, shimmering in the ink-colored mist.
"Their intelligence is commendable, but they have misjudged their identities." Smith's smile narrowed his eyes. "They are not qualified to negotiate with Smith."
Zach smiled and pointed at the list on the table with his finger. It was easy to judge at this time whether to open this list, which had a high probability of having Michelle's name on it.
It is not wise to stimulate the undead again when it is already on the verge of advanced.
As I said before, Dean is natural. As for the noun after birth, because it belongs to hell, it is a devil. (..)