In James' attic, Chapman was a little dazed. This was his first time coming to James' home. He knew the background of the young police detective, but he was still a little surprised when he saw the real second-generation living environment. Chapman touched the hard sofa unnaturally. I don't know whether he was wondering whether this thing was suitable for sitting on, or whether he was thinking about how much this thing was worth.
Benjamin and Zach were much more natural. They waved to Chapman and led him to the bar like a host to get a drink.
James looked very unhappy. He picked up the receiver and dialed the Coulson family's phone number. He turned his head and glared at the vampire and Alpha, telling them not to get too comfortable.
"Coulson, it's me, Lance." James looked at Chapman, who had a strange look in his eyes, shook his head, and spoke quickly into the microphone.
"Lance! Where have you been!" Coulson's tone was still a little sleepy. It seemed that he had just fallen asleep, but he couldn't hide his, uh, anger. No one is happy when their partner disappears, especially when a police officer has already gone missing.
"I'm at home." James stopped looking at the three people at the bar and took a deep breath. He was about to start lying. "Chapman is here too. We found him."
"What?!" The voice on the receiver immediately became excited, "How is he! Has he..."
"He is fine. He is not injured or in danger." James frowned.
"What's going on?!" Coulson asked excitedly, and in the background of the receiver, Mrs. Coulson also asked in a low voice.
"Nothing happened." James glanced at Chapman. "After he arrived in the southeast last night, he went directly to the bar and lost consciousness after being drunk. His gun, car keys, and other things were stolen. When he woke up He was dumped in the woods on the border of the South District and was wandering around when they found him.”
There was a long silence on both sides of the phone, and then Coulson's voice said with great relief, "That's good! That's good! We're going to find that bastard who stole stuff! I'm going to kill that guy!"
James slowly closed his eyes and controlled his breathing. "It's late today. I'll send Chapman back and let's talk tomorrow."
"Okay! Okay! Send him back." Coulson yelled on the phone, "Tomorrow, tomorrow! Let's go kill those bastards in the Southeast District!"
James hung up the phone and turned to look at the three people at the bar. There were too many emotions, and finally a wonderful balance was formed. He said calmly. "finished."
Zach raised the cup of red liquid slightly, "It's done."
Benjamin patted Chapman on the shoulder and said, "Come on, let's take you back. Let these two guys talk." He called Matthew, who was dozing on the sofa, and was about to leave.
"Why does he still remember everything!" James' calmness disappeared, he lowered his voice and stared at the iron door of the attic that was gradually closing. certainly. The words were spoken to Zach.
Zach waited for the iron door to be completely closed and sat back at the bar. "Do you want me to twist his will?" Zach got a glass of whiskey for the detective, threw in two ice cubes, looked at James's frown, and took a sip of the red midnight snack.
"I thought you didn't like me using the Charming Eyes." Zach paused, "To my colleagues." Zach blinked, "Or maybe it's just double standards. As long as I don't use it on you, it's fine?"
James had a sullen face, and the straight bridge of his nose seemed to be pinched between his brows. Thank you for the blood of the vampire, otherwise James's pretty face would probably be ruined, and Wandell was very heavy-handed.
On the way back. Chapman cooperated with Zach's story. The vampire and the shadow man fought on the edge of Newton City. Of course, the shadow man lost. He was coerced by the vampire and forcibly made an agreement and gave his loyalty.
Zach placed the bottle containing a small portion of Wander on the bar and pushed it towards James, "Do you want to see it?"
"Keep that thing away from me!" James didn't want to touch it. He hit the bottle with the cup and pushed Zach back.
Zach was diverting attention. He said with a hint of artificial grievance, "I thought you would be happy that I let Wander go. Don't you think it's worth being happy to have Crowley's position change?"
James looked at Zach with disgust. After a moment of silence, he shook his head helplessly. He did not have the childish bad taste of a vampire, "I think this was your plan from the beginning! You didn't even think about it. We must return Wandel to Crowley! Either kill... eliminate him, or turn him into one of his own!"
"I won't deny it." Zach smiled and took back the bottle, "But the most important purpose is to save Chapman." Zach looked into James' eyes, "Now he is back intact Yeah, why aren't you happy yet?"
"Him!" James clenched the wine glass in his hand. I heard Coulson repeating on the receiver just now, 'That's good! ', James had the idea that this might be a good ending, "But he shouldn't remember this!" Of course, James still insisted on his idea, "What on earth do you want to do? Let the people from the police station We all know about the existence of alien races, so if I give Grande back to you, it will be the home of alien races?!"
"Are you worried about Grande?" Zach smiled, "I'm very touched."
James glared at Zach, not wanting to hide the annoyance on his face.
"Okay, James." Zach shook his head, "Don't worry, I think Chapman is a person with a clear sense of purpose, and he won't tell anyone. Our secrets are safe with him." Zach's long tail tone was teasing, "Unless, unless you feel that your relationship with our Grande embarrasses you, and you don't want anyone to know."
James did not want to respond to this statement, which was both correct and incorrect. He pursed his lips and stared at his cup.
Zach smiled and stopped forcing James, "Okay, James. As a police detective, shouldn't you be happy that there is someone among your colleagues who also understands the truth." Zach swayed the wine glass. , "Now you have someone with whom you can share things that you can't say out loud, so you don't have to keep them in your heart."
The vampire touched the cup to James' cup, and the red liquid sloshed in the cup. When he was about to jump into another cup, James pushed it away irritably.
Zach is using actions to express his point of view, "Look. You need someone who is in the same situation to share and communicate with you. It is good for your body and mind." Chapman is also a police officer, in the same position as James, just at a different level. That’s all.
James has given up on theories with vampires. He doesn't think it's a good thing for ordinary people to know about the existence of alien races. But no matter what it is, it makes sense in the vampire's mouth, and there is no point in refuting it. It can't be said, and it can't be beaten.
Without dwelling on the established facts, James began to think about the future, "What are you going to do with Chapman in the future? If you want to take advantage of his family! I'm warning you!"
These humans always think the worst of vampires. Zach smiled helplessly, "His family? What can I do? Cure his son's disease? Isn't this a good thing?"
James pursed his lips. There are two types of threats. One is to make good things bad, and the other is to make bad things good. But the nature is the same. They are both threats that make people obey against their true intentions.
He didn't know Chapman well, and Zach said there was a clear sense of purpose, and he agreed. But James didn't know much about this other person's character. James wasn't sure if the vampire had promised something that shouldn't happen in order to get Chapman to cooperate. Even if it made bad things good, it was still a threat. is wrong.
"Have you?" This complicated state of mind made James not want to say more, so he just asked for an answer in a strong tone.
"Of course not." Zach shook his head helplessly, "The original intention of rescuing Chapman was to give him a second chance to choose." Zach looked at James with a smile on his face, "Instead of giving him He was given a pass, allowing him to escape unscathed and take advantage of all the good things."
James' face darkened.
"The point is..." Zach seemed to be interested, "This is like a test paper for Chapman. He got the opportunity to reflect on the questions he did wrong. Now, because of you and me, he can lead Do it all over again with a new perspective.”
"What is this?" James lowered his voice, "Do you think this is interesting? Talking about other people's lives like a test paper."
Zach looked at James, smiled with his lips pursed, and let James think for himself.
The privilege of starting over does not fall from the sky. James must accept that people who can give him a second chance, like Zach, are 'guys' with superhuman powers. Only by accepting and acknowledging this can we truly face up to this world where various races coexist, and can we make the right decision in such a world, whether to use, cooperate, or close our eyes and ignore it.
Otherwise, like Chapman, who lacks understanding of the world, he will let everyone down, almost lose everything, and die alone in a foreign land after being taken advantage of by the shadow man.
Come to think of it, Chapman would indeed have been successful in getting the insurance money. And then, the people in the police station, they all know the truth.
After being silent for a long time, James slowed down his voice and said, "You are no better than us."
Zach raised his eyebrows and said with satisfaction, "Of course not. We live in the same place and do the same things, so what can be higher than that. I'm just staying objective. If you don't like my metaphor, I'll take it back."
James glanced at Zach. It didn't matter whether he took it back or not. It was not a shameful thing to admit that a vampire was more objective than himself.
"You can go." James waved his hand. He wanted to have a good rest today, and tomorrow he would have to deal with Coulson who knew what he would do.
"Oh!" Zach stood up, "Crowley's man who was sent out of Barton City is the easiest target." Zach reminded, "Tonight, we will arrange everything."
James frowned again, "Don't tell me this!" He quickly walked to the iron door and opened it. (..)