Zach's room is the largest on the second floor of the Grand House. This used to be the old Grande living room, which Zach inherited. It's just that Zach rarely used it, and he had a basement, so this room became Grande's common room because the only TV was there.
Louise initially lived here, but later took a new room because she was often 'disliked' by the old Hank who was watching TV. Fortunately, there are really many rooms in Grande. After understanding what Old Hank is like, Louise doesn't mind. On the contrary, no one will bother her at any time, so she feels more free.
Now everyone who is okay in the Grand House is sitting here, tapes with various covers are scattered on the floor, and the indicator light on the machine under the TV is on. Benjamin frowned and twitched his fingers at Matthew, who was almost glued to the screen, probably to educate the young wolf on hidden knowledge.
Because this is a bedroom layout after all, there is no sofa here. Everyone is sitting on the edge of the bed. Matthew's seat is vacant. Mike was about to fill it, but Old Hank glared at him and stayed behind.
Zach pursed his lips. Mike was lucky. Every time he came to Grande, Grande had something new for him to play with. However, he didn’t know if this guy would be bored in the next few days.
Zach walked towards Louise's room without disturbing the few people watching the movie. Danny was also watching a movie, so Louise, who went to visit a client in the morning, must have returned as well.
Pushing open the door of Louise's room, this beautiful woman was sitting cross-legged on the bed, with paper spread out in front of her. However, her posture was really not very beautiful. She was frowning and concentrating on, uh, pinching her heels.
Zach's voice alarmed Louise, and she sat down quickly, looking embarrassed that she had been discovered.
Zach smiled and walked next to her and pulled her ankle. His fingers moved sensitively, "I feel much more balanced this way."
Louise smiled and pushed Zach away. Of course she knew what Zach was talking about, but women care more about maintaining their image than men. Louise was not prepared to give up her image completely like Zach.
"I used to be able to wear heels all day," Louise seemed to complain, winking at Zach. "I'm getting lazy here."
Zach raised his eyebrows, "Really? Then we need to exercise more..."
Louise pushed Zach away again and glared at Zach with a smile, "Work!" Louise pointed to the documents in front of her, "We have to prepare for Dylan's funeral!"
Zach picked up a piece of paper at random. Louise's handwriting was very beautiful, and the requirements of Dylan's family were neatly and clearly listed on it. The vampire was a little surprised, "Who will pay for this funeral?"
Although Zach knew that Dylan’s income from his job as a doorman was definitely above the average of Barton citizens. But from what he saw, except for the exaggeration like the statue of Gabriel, everything from the grooming of the body to the selection of the coffin and the cemetery were all of a very high standard.
"Smith." Louise shrugged, "His mother told me that because Dylan had an accident at work, all the expenses were paid by Smith." Louise tapped her fingers on the paper, "These are actually Smith’s people asked for it to be added.”
Louise picked up another piece of paper. "They also asked us to book the church. I have already been to the church. I gave the request to the priest." Louise looked a little disappointed, and she obviously knew about the changes in the Holy Child Church.
Zach picked up the church arrangement, and Louise drew a simple seating map. Zach looked at the names that were not crammed between the seats and raised his eyebrows, "Are these Dylan's relatives and friends?"
Louise tilted her head. "It was also added by Smith's people."
Zach shook his head helplessly. This was Dylan's funeral or Smith's. However, it was understandable that Smith would use this opportunity to make some formalities, so that some people would see it.
"Where is Dylan?" Zach put down the paper in his hand. Lost interest.
"The basement." Louise answered, then blinked, "Both are in the basement." Smiling, "That's what Danny said."
The meaning of two is, a horrible corpse that needs special repairs, and an undead spirit that has no sense of existence, everyone knows.
Zach sighed, stood up, gave Louise a helpless look and left the room.
The stairs directly inside the Grande lead down to Zach's exclusive bedroom and storage room. Zach walked up to the outdoor back porch, looked at the sun that had touched the roof, and walked towards the coffin display room near Old Hank. .
The 'L'-shaped Grand House had a protruding side door on the east side of its long side, which Zach, a vampire, didn't like. Zach opened the door, and the darkness was dispelled by the slanting sunlight. Zach put his hand on the guardrail of the stairs going directly down, closed the door behind him, and went down in the darkness.
The further down you go, the more obvious the smell of a chemical that makes vampires disdain. Disdain? Yes, vampires disdain anything that has an antiseptic effect. This is the inexplicable racial pride of vampires, feel it.
When the stairs reached the end, Zach turned on the light.
Amidst the sizzling sound, the brief flashing stopped, and everything in the room was illuminated by incandescent lights.
The blue-gray iron cabinet is leaning against one side, and there should be a strong cold air coming out. However, because the business volume of the Grand House is really disappointing, it is just like the iron wall cabinet, and it does not give people anything special. a feeling of.
Opposite the 'wall cabinet' is a metal workbench, with surgical-like tools and gloves placed on it. There are several white coats hanging on the hangers on one side. With a little recognition, you can find that these are Alice's. body shape. The only cold feeling came from the stone platform in the middle. That's right, there were two basements in the original Grand House, and one of them was occupied by Zach. Such stone platforms were filled with hollows to hold ice cubes and became vampire beds.
A cyan figure stood on the side of the stone platform. Zach walked towards the stone platform, opened the plastic bag, took a look, frowned, and then pulled it back.
"I'm rotting." Dylan stared at the plastic bag in front of him and stated tonelessly.
"Very slowly." Zach raised his eyebrows, "But yes. This is the rule of nature." Racial pride.
"Shouldn't you put me in the freezer or something?" Dylan's eyes drifted to the row of 'wall cabinets' that were not working.
Zach shook his head and said, "Alice will clean it up for you tonight." He seemed to want to liven up the atmosphere, "Don't worry, you won't melt away in one night."
Dylan glanced at Zach, his face covered with a veil, "This isn't funny."
Zach curled his lips and wanted to pat Dylan's shoulder in a comforting manner. He stretched his hand in the air, then made a deliberately perverse expression and patted the plastic bag with his hand. The vampire squeezed the noisy bag, "I think I slapped your shoulder off."
The vampire is making a point, presenting a reality.
The gauze on Dylan's face flickered, then disappeared. "They hijacked my funeral."
Although he still used the personal pronoun 'I', the vampire knew that Dylan had received his message. This was just the most accurate way of expressing it.
"It's not important." Zach smiled, picked up the gloves from the workbench and put them on, put on the apron that didn't fit well, and then completely opened the plastic bag, deciding to remove the plastic bag that had just been slapped with too much force. The shoulder began to be repaired.
Alice doesn't really like this job, she doesn't mind it. After all, death has become a fact, and Alice won't have any unnecessary psychological burden. So Zach just wanted to reduce Alice's work burden.
"You're back, does that mean Michelle is safe?" Zach's movements were not really gentle. His fingers covered by black gloves roughly opened the skin and muscles, not caring that he was watching from the side. Fiddled with the joints.
When Zach turned back to the sewing, Dylan said as calmly as possible, "Yes. I don't know what you did after that, but she received another call telling her that there would be no more orders in the future."
Dylan watched the vampire holding a needle and starting to sew, and his voice trembled as if it was broken, "And, and, someone, came, claiming to protect her."
"Oh." Zach's men moved very quickly. What made people speechless was that Zach seemed to have the talent to be a surgeon. Although there were no signs of stitching, if the sutures used were medical sutures, the object would not be the same. The corpse is a living person. I believe that the scars will disappear in a short time. "So you have seen the devil?"
Dylan looked at Zach who was looking down at his work and didn't know what he was thinking, "They said they were Crowley's people. Who is Crowley? The person you asked me to go to Mary's Church to find."
"Her." Zach was very satisfied with his workmanship, but immediately frowned because after visiting the 'accident' scene yesterday morning, he knew that Dylan actually died from being stuck between the truck and the wall. In between, he was dragged to death, so neither his face nor the bones inside his body were complete, and could be described as collapsed.
Zach muttered as if he was disgusted, "No wonder there are so many requests."
In front of Dylan's gauze-covered face, Zach opened up 'Dylan's' chest, which had been sewn up during the autopsy. "What are you going to do?" Dylan suppressed his emotions. He understood the fact, but...
Zach impatiently walked to the cabinet next to the wall, frowning and picking something, "Didn't you see your family's request? They need you to perform a normal farewell ceremony. Is your body like that considered normal?" The vampire was helpless. He picked up and pulled two pieces of stuffing that looked like wood. He hesitated and turned to look at Dylan, "You choose?"
Dylan hadn't forgotten Zach's reminder, so he suppressed his surge of power and pointed to the side.
Zach nodded, "Good choice."
"Oh, by the way, Crowley." Zach walked back to the stone platform and started stuffing, "She is the demon leader of Barton City. If you want to advance normally, you still need her. Uh, there is one more thing." Zach He seemed to remember something, "She is the one who threatened you to record." Regardless of Dylan's reaction next to him, Zach fiddled with his body, "Just now, I went to Smith's place and transferred everything This person pushed it on Yuri. Well, now you have made up all the progress."
Zach pushed his opened chest back and smiled, "How about it, Dylan, I've got your chest muscles out. You'll look taller under formal clothes." (..)