Chapman bent down and quickly got into the car, "Okay! Walter! I'm free!" Oh, it's Wander.
Walter glanced at the happy Wandel, frowned and looked at the light in the second-floor bedroom ahead, which was still on after a long time. "What did you do?"
"It's nothing!" Wander's expression suddenly turned aggrieved, "Chapman asked me to do it. That woman refused to let me go, so I threatened her."
James in the back seat struggled again, and the sound of being blocked by the tape came out.
Walter shook his head, said no more, and started the car. He knew that if Wander did anything excessive, Chapman would definitely stop it, and the vampire would clean up the mess, so there was really nothing to worry about.
The car goes directly south, enters Paisine, then turns back onto Route 27 and continues south until it leaves Patton City.
But things are not over here.
Zach looked at the car driving away. With squinted eyes, in the blackened rear window, he could vaguely see someone struggling to rock back and forth. It should be James. The vampire raised his eyebrows and turned to look at Chapman's house, where the lights were still on. His figure turned into a blurry afterimage and sneaked directly into other people's homes.
"Mom." A small voice appeared at the bedroom door. Zach, who was about to enter, had no choice but to step aside and hide outside the aisle.
"Why are you crying?" The young heart with murmur made the vampire frown. Vampires never like weak lives, because at any time, these weak lives may turn the food that makes the vampire glorious into deadly poison.
"It's okay." A woman's voice sounded. It was Chapman's wife. A nasal voice came out, and she seemed to have no intention of explaining, "Why are you up? You should be sleeping."
"What did I hear? Are you talking to Dad? Where is Dad?" The child's voice was confused, and he might not be sure whether he was dreaming or really hearing it.
"Oh." Apparently. Mrs. Pierce decided to tell an indifferent 'lie', "He didn't want to wake you up. He just left. He was going to catch bad guys, like he usually does. Now, it's time for you to go to bed."
Zach backed away slightly. Listening to footsteps walking down the aisle. Then there was humming in a low voice, a very unoriginal lullaby.
Zach was not in a hurry, he knew Walter's route very clearly, so he did not interrupt this small delay. The vampire walked into the master bedroom silently, waiting for the woman to return.
This is a very ordinary couple's bedroom, except that the pillows on one side of the double bed are obviously more sagging than the other. It seems that Chapman was working at night. Zach's eyes looked around and landed on the folders piled on the bedside table. The cover had 'Trial Treatment Plan' printed in bold.
The vampire raised an eyebrow and went to talk to Detective Coulson. He missed 'eavesdropping' on the conversation between the two. He wondered if the woman had used this last opportunity to ask her husband's opinion. The vampire smiled and shook his head, probably not. Human thinking is very narrow and can only handle one major event at a time.
Zach picked up the file and opened it. The long legal provisions were simply ignored by the vampires, and they were nothing more than 'voluntary' and 'exempt from liability'. Turning to a page full of tables, Zach looked at the statistical lists one by one.
hospital name. Overview of the condition and effects of treatment. Healing, death, course adjustment.
After dozens of such lists, the specific cure rate was given, which was more than 60%. Zach raised his eyebrows. It seemed to be a very reliable medicine. Of course all the facts listed leave out the details. It is in line with the confidentiality of experimental drugs and the patient's privacy protection procedures.
Zach continued to turn over the page, and there was another "disclaimer" content about the joint trial, which roughly means, "We provide this new treatment option to provide patients with a possibility." This drug is still in the experimental stage. Whether to participate or not is entirely up to you to judge and bear the consequences. '
This means that this is beyond legal medical advice. If a tragedy occurs, the patient will not be able to comment on all the information and treatment arrangements provided by the doctor and the hospital, or sue. Cold and reasonable.
Zach continued to turn backwards and the list continued, but it seemed that it had nothing to do with the hospital. Rows of names are printed on the paper. These are the people involved in developing this drug and the companies to which all property rights and responsibilities belong. This is telling the patient that if something goes wrong, please come to them.
Zach was not interested, but focused his gaze on the very end. After the advertising slogan 'All for the health of all mankind', which was specially bolded in bold, there was a row of small addresses - 'Western Pharmaceuticals, Germany' No. xx, xx Street, Das City, Kezhou'.
In the territory of the Sabbat, Zach frowned.
"Who are you!" A woman's voice sounded.
Zach closed the file, a smile already appeared on his face, and his eyes turned red when he turned his head, "A friend."
False memories without any reason or connection forced their way into Mrs. Pierce's mind. Every thought in the brain that wanted to expel this ridiculous idea was killed by the enchanting pupil that passed through human blood and was pushed to its peak state!
"Oh." Mrs. Pierce's eyes only wandered for a moment before she accepted this setting, "It's late, why are you here?"
Why did he appear in the bedroom, why didn't he know the other person's name... strangled.
Zach smiled and shook the document in his hand, "Are you ready to join this experiment?"
"I..." Mrs. Pierce hesitated. She was not aware that she was confiding her feelings to a stranger. "I'm scared. There's only a 60% chance. I don't know. I don't know what to think. I want to talk to Cha. Puman discussed..." She seemed to think of something sad again, her shoulders trembled slightly, and the corners of her eyes that had just been dry became moist again, "But, but now it's only me..."
Zach raised his eyebrows. Chapman's farewell seemed to be going very smoothly. The woman in front of him seemed to be completely prepared that Chapman would not appear again.
"Yeah." Zach smiled and patted Mrs. Pierce's shoulder, really comforting her like a friend, "Sixty, it looks very promising. Of course, you should discuss it with him and wait for him to come back. when."
Another brief daze. All thoughts of rejecting this completely contradictory statement were killed.
"You should rest." Zach put his arm around the woman's shoulder and guided her to the side with obvious collapse. "Have a good sleep. You and Chapman have important things to think about tomorrow." Zach smiled. Then he put the file back on the bedside table and placed one hand on the desk lamp. "Good night."
"Good night," said Mrs. Pierce, lying on the bed, winking at the empty, dark room.
'Who am I saying good night to? Mrs. Pierce shook her head, turned on her side, and fell asleep.
The vampire under the night felt the air being pushed away by his cheek. He hadn't run like this for a long time. Don't get me wrong, he was not in a happy mood, because he could feel that the soles of his shoes were being worn away rapidly. Zach loves these shoes. But it seems that today, it will be scrapped.
Instead of turning onto Route 27, Zach went straight through the downtrodden Paisley neighborhood, past Herman's factory and into the South End. The vampire didn't want to be seen by anyone, so he chose this relatively dark road with more buildings blocking it.
Zach appeared on the roof of a farmer's house, frowning. He straightened the completely wrinkled shirt and helplessly pulled at the torn shoulder line. Then he awkwardly tightened the slit of his pants... As mentioned above, vampires are not happy.
Zach looked into the distance. In the flickering street lights, a blue-grey road stuck to the ground, and a small truck drove past from north to south. The car windows were blackened, every ten meters behind. A drop of oil will leak out. It's Walter and his junk car.
Zach looked south, there was plenty of time, let's go back to Grande and change clothes. He didn't want to look like this when he 'found' James. Well, the vampire didn't want anyone to see him like this.
Under the moonlight. There was no sign of the vampire on the roof.
Grande House, the Great Dane raised its tail on the back porch, providing a place for an afterimage to rest. The back door was opened and closed instantly. The Great Dane's tail was put back and he continued to chew something.
"Not bad~" The woman's voice had a strange twist. Zach pulled up his pants and buckled his belt while turning back. Susan appeared at the door wearing only a bath towel and raised her eyebrows.
"You're still here." Zach said with a friendly smile and a statement in his friend's tone. Then he turned around, took a clean shirt and put it on.
"Louise said I could spend the night." Susan explained with a smile, "Where are your brother (Benjamin) and the little guy (Matthew)?"
"Still outside, I'm going out soon." Zach smiled sideways, already buttoned up, picked up a coat, and was about to leave.
"By the way, what are you doing? I thought you were a funeral home." Susan shrugged her shoulders, which made her collarbone and chest half-hidden by the towel more prominent. She seemed to be feeling unfair for her friend, "It worked. It seems that Louise is doing it, what are you men doing outside so late?"
Like Louise, she has wonderful dialogue skills and wonderful placement, but Susan is not Zach’s girlfriend.
Zach walked out of the door and saw Louise in the corridor with an apologetic face. She was also wearing a bath towel, and her hair and skin were still wet. It seemed that she was also a little surprised by Zach's sudden return. She heard her friend's voice and hurriedly came out to take a look.
Zach smiled and nodded to Louise, indicating that he didn't mind Susan's unreasonable question. Then the vampire turned his head and looked at Susan with a friendly smile, his eyes red, "None of your business."
Dazed for a moment, Susan stepped back in embarrassment, "Sorry, this has nothing to do with me, I shouldn't have asked."
"It's good that you know that everything about Grande has nothing to do with you." Zach smiled and nodded again, the redness in his eyes faded, and he turned and left.
All thoughts of asking about Grande's content were killed in the mind of this single woman who had a special high-end service business and had many secret resource information.
The newspaper's report on the Grand House made it public that Louise was a member of the Grand House. Who knows why this Susan came here. (..)