Zach's show of strength received no response. The vampire curled his lips, pinched Dylan's chin with his fingers, and moved it from side to side. The left side of Dylan's face was severely worn due to the friction against the wall. Zach frowned and thought for a while, then walked to the cabinet again and started looking for repair materials.
Dylan’s family, no, it should be Smith’s family, are very strict about appearance. Usually in this situation, the coffin will not be opened for people to watch during the farewell ceremony. Just like the tomb-moving wave, watching will not let people express their grief, but will only make people lose their appetite. But Smith obviously wanted to show his ability to control everything, even if the person had left.
"Danny, your fantasy..." Dylan spoke.
"Danny." Zach corrected as he looked at Dylan, "It's not mine, it's Danny. We live together in Grande."
"Danny." Dylan looked at Zach, his translucent cyan face showing no emotion, "He said Michelle would be safe if she was protected by those... demons, Crowley's people."
"He's right." Zach selected the material, a small piece of flesh-colored rubber-like material, returned to the stone platform with a smile, and carefully observed the cyan undead in front of him, "What is this? It's a A mole?" Zach asked, pointing at Dylan's face.
No reply was received, but Dylan's face darkened and the mole-like thing became less obvious.
Zach raised his eyebrows, covered the left side of Dylan's face with the thing in his hand, turned around and walked to the workbench, quickly squeezed a bunch of stuff on the tray, and mixed it up like a painter.
Zach seemed to be very busy. He dropped the 'palette' in his hand, stood in front of the stone platform with needle and thread, and began to sew.
"Those demons." Dylan seemed to have adjusted his mood and spoke again, "Am I the same as them?"
This has been said before. Zach's technique was very good. The bloody left side of his face had disappeared and was covered tightly, but it was too flat and had no pores.
"Not yet." Zach took the tray and began to faithfully restore the cheeks he just noted, "But you will become one of them." Zach clicked on a mole. As if he wanted to confirm, he looked up at Dylan, "It has nothing to do with your wishes, you are born with it. There will come a time when you will no longer suppress your 'nature' and advance." Zach After confirming that he had drawn correctly, he nodded with satisfaction, "So my suggestion is that you maintain a friendly relationship with Crowley."
friendly? Crowley is basically Dylan’s murderer! But Dylan's questions started with Michelle's safety, which means that Dylan was at least trying to consider the body lying on the stone platform as 'someone else' to think about the context of the incident.
And Zach. In helping Dylan clarify the direction of this.
"I don't want to be Crowley's."
Zach walked to the workbench again, squeezed a bunch of things on the plate, and mixed them quickly with his brush. A smile appeared on Dylan's face, "So it's just friendly, just friendly."
"Her people want to follow me." Dylan looked at Zach who walked to the stone platform again. This time Zach leaned directly over and approached the 'corpse', holding the brush in his hand. Apply it carefully on some small wounds.
"Of course." Zach curled his lips, "Maybe you don't think so. But you are very special. You can advance naturally. This kind of, well, talent is very rare." Zach smiled. Glancing at Dylan, "Danny stopped them, right?"
"Yeah." Dylan nodded, keeping an expression that was neither angry nor relaxed. "He said to those people. 'You don't have permission to enter Grande.'"
Zach turned his head and smiled. Think about how Danny came to Grande, and coupled with the prejudice of his own race, it is normal for Danny to be cold and hard towards the devil. As for Mike, this demon obviously has a special place in Crowley's heart, and Zach has a good impression of him, which makes him a special case.
"What did you think of?" Zach asked with a smile.
"You don't have a good relationship." Dylan said directly.
"I wouldn't say that." Zach shook his head and covered the last wound with the brush. Of course it's just the neck and face. As for the body, that project is too big and it has to be covered with clothes anyway. "We have a coexistence agreement. We will not be hostile to each other and live peacefully in Barton City." Zach explained, "She cannot use the devil's convenience to disrupt the lives of legitimate citizens of Barton City."
Zach heard a sarcastic snort.
But Zach wouldn't mind, because soon Dylan was lost in thought. What they were thinking about was whether they, who were already Smith's criminals, could still be considered 'legal citizens of Barton City'.
Zach went to the material cabinet again, took out a large piece of stuff that had been used to repair 'Dylan's' cheek, and cut it out on the workbench.
"If, if we were not Smith's people and we didn't do those things, would you save us?" This is a very strange question, such a big if, and such a big expectation.
"No." Zach stood next to the stone platform again with a long strip of rubber, slightly lifted the upper body of the corpse, and wrapped the rubber around the lower part of the neck to cover the irreparable lacerations on the body. But the vampire is very stingy, it's really just the neck, it doesn't look like a waste of material at all. "I will kill a few demons as punishment for her breaking the agreement."
Of course Zach knew what Dylan meant.
Dylan was choosing between Crowley, who belonged to his race, and Zachary Grande, who was grooming Dylan in front of him.
It is boring to just give false illusions.
Cyan drew from one side of the field of vision to the center, and Zach's sewing hand had to stop because Dylan blocked his view, "Then who are you! Are these games to you?!"
Zach frowned, "Dylan, you seem to have forgotten that Grande got to know you because he accepted Smith's commission." The hand holding the needle was raised, and the blood flow controlled by the vampire surged to the palm, and he waved it gently , Dylan, whose body quickly became transparent, was forced to step aside.
"So this is work, not a game." Zach curled his lips and continued to sew, shaking his head helplessly, "If it was a game, I hope I could tell Crowley to Smith directly instead of pushing it to Yuri. "
"Why push it to Yuri?" The green color slowly recovered, and Dylan seemed to be floating on one side like a rootless duckweed.
There was no need to answer the question, Zach looked at Dylan and let him experience it for himself. Dylan, floating in the air, is talking to Zach while watching the other person prepare for his own funeral, which is enough to explain the problem.
Taking the tray back again, Zach began to cover up the stitching marks. The vampire's gloves were already covered with slippery blood, and Zach frowned and sped up his movements. This is a high-risk job for vampires.
Finally, when Zach finished arranging the part above Dylan's neck, Dylan spoke again, "Who do you think you are?" It was the same question as before, but without the excitement.
Zach took off his gloves, took out his own wine bottle, and after drinking, pointed at the things on the stone platform, "As you can see, the funeral home." After replenishing the food, Zach moved humanely Neck and shoulders, adding, "The business is so bad that it needs some extra money to maintain the funeral home."
Dylan couldn't argue.
"I still don't want to be Crowley's." Watching Zach put on his gloves again, frowning and pulling up 'Dylan's' hand full of friction and tear wounds to think, Dylan said again what he had already said If so, there is a little difference.
Zach put down his hand that could not be repaired and shook his head helplessly, "Gloves, the only thing left is to wear gloves."
Zach walked to the workbench again, found something like plastic wrap, and began to wrap it around 'Dylan''s hand, explaining as if talking to himself, "It's not easy to wear if you feel it. This is to prevent you from wearing it." Yeah." Zach raised his eyebrows and pointed with his finger on the red and white palm, "You know."
Zach seemed to have no intention of responding to Dylan.
"I said, I don't want to be Crowley's!" Dylan floated in front of Zach again, but this time he kept a safe distance.
Zach raised his head impatiently, "Why."
"She caused all this! Protecting Michelle?! She is controlling Michelle!" Dylan's anger is understandable. No one wants to have handed the surrender letter to someone, only to be ignored. As for what he said, it's easier to understand. It's not the first time I've seen this guy think clearly.
"So what?" Zach smiled and shook his head, "I've already told you that Grande and Crowley are not hostile. In fact, we will often cooperate. I can't satisfy your delusions of revenge. ." Zach continued his movements, "So, if you don't want to be her, it has nothing to do with me."
The farther you push, the closer it will stick in the end. Everything is under the control of the vampire.
"I...I don't want revenge!" In the cyan light and shadow, you can clearly feel Dylan glaring at the vampire, "Now, this is what I am now. Revenge is meaningless!"
Zach is happy that this guy is hitting the road more. But Zach just looked impatient. After finishing processing with one hand, he turned to the other side and began to wrap the other hand.
"I just want Michelle to be safe! She is safe now, but is being controlled by Crowley! My joining can't change anything!" Dylan was swung away by Zach, changed places and floated, and continued.
"Then you should become Crowley's subordinate." Zach raised his eyebrows and moved his hands quickly.
"No! I don't want it! She's safe now, she's just being controlled by Crowley! My joining can't change anything! Crowley..." Dylan glared at Zach, "She's just like Smith! She's not the same person I was before. I’m this person!” Dylan pointed at the guy lying on the stone platform, “I don’t want to be anyone else’s person anymore! I am who I am!”
See, everything is under control.
The people living under the Grand House are free people like Danny. Grande and Crowley, who caused all this, maintain clear friendship and "unclear" hostility. Grande performs human funerals. career and extra money full of 'exotic style'.
One undead man, Dylan, who is about to watch his own funeral take place and eventually become a demon, finds all he needs. (..)