The community where Walter is located actually has a name, and when it was being developed, the developer wanted to continue Noel Beach. Life, entertainment, and the cheap and abundant land in the South District gave high hopes to the name Ixton (extend), which means extension.
As a result, instead of being extended, the gangs in the southeast have cut off the developer's best wishes. Ixton was abandoned, and only a decaying sign in front of the community still bears the name that once had high hopes.
Someone once sarcastically said that Ixton was not an extension of Noel's Beach, but an extension of the factory that Hermann set up to create the boundary between the North and South. At the northernmost end of the South District, there is Hermann's factory to the west and Ixton to the east. On Route 27, you have to cross these two sides before you enter the real city.
The truck passed the tattered and decaying sign, headed inside, towards Walter's home.
Zach frowned and looked at the black car in front of Walter's house. This was James' car, and James was standing in front of the window, staring with a gloomy expression at the car that slowly approached and stopped, and did not turn off the engine for a long time. truck.
"We should change cars." Zach sat in the passenger seat and said to Benjamin with a frown on his face.
The roar of the old engine was very harsh in such a community. James had obviously heard this familiar sound early. He stood in front of the window and looked, well, in front of Walter's window, James was inside! I don’t know if the lighting in Walter’s house is bad enough, or if the detective’s mood is gloomy enough. The detective who stared at the truck seemed to be surrounded by shadows, and there was a chill.
Benjamin curled his lips, "What to do now? Turn around and go, or go down."
Zach reluctantly unbuckled his seat belt, "We've all been discovered, let's talk about it later."
Push the door open. Zach smiled and waved to James, who was standing motionless in front of the window, "What a coincidence."
James moved, and after the sound of footsteps, the front door was opened and James stood in the door. "What a coincidence." Then he stepped aside, revealing Walter who looked irritated behind him. This was the real owner of this house.
Zach pursed his lips, glanced at Benjamin, and reluctantly walked ahead and entered Walter's house.
The four people sat down at the small round table in the restaurant. There were new candle marks on the table, and there was a faint smell of burning in the air. It seemed that they had been there not long ago. Walter is conducting a spiritual call. It is impossible for James to have such a request, so that is what James interrupted Walter when he arrived.
Zach felt the smell lingering in the air, and it seemed that James had not been here long.
No one spoke, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward.
James' eyes kept shifting between Grande and Walter, he tapped his fingers on the table, and said tonelessly, "Don't worry about me, what are you doing here. Please continue."
Last night, it was Walter who drove to pick up James. Sent Chapman and Zach to the attic. Zach also introduced Walter's identity. Throughout the incident, Walter was portrayed as a guy who was simply involved in trouble.
Zach observed James's expression, but found nothing, and then looked at Walter, this talented liar. He raised his head and stared at the ceiling, not wanting to make eye contact with the vampire.
Zach shook his head and placed the wooden box in the middle of the table, "Walter. Please, this is a sample."
"What kind of sample?" James, who said he didn't care about it, directly reached out and pulled the wooden box, and opened the box without etiquette.
The strong and pungent fragrance hit James' face directly. The detective's eyes suddenly opened wide, and his cold face instantly turned red.
Snapped!
Zach pressed the lid of the box with one hand and watched in amusement as James' whole body curled up tightly and tilted to one side. If Benjamin, who frowned, hadn't grabbed him, he would have fallen directly under the table.
"Are you okay?" Benjamin pulled James' shoulders, straightened him up, and held his arms firmly.
James's pupils were dilated, the muscles all over his body were tense, the veins on his forehead were bulging, and fine beads of sweat seeped out from his pores, his eyes were staring blankly forward, unable to focus.
"This thing is so powerful." Walter, holding his nose, glanced at the box pushed by Zach, then at James, curled his lips, checked that the thing was covered, and then turned around to open the window. , the light in the room suddenly brightens.
Zach waved his hand in front of James' face and looked at Benjamin. Benjamin shrugged and continued to hold down James who started to twitch.
Zach looked back at James with a smile, regardless of whether the other party had the ability to listen now, "This is the spice that Sibella gave Benjamin."
James' eyes moved while trembling, and he reluctantly focused on Zach.
Zach smiled even more and pointed to Walter who went to open other windows, "We need to ask him to help analyze the samples to see if there is any danger."
James's face was twisted, not sure whether it was because of the effect of the spices or because he heard Zach's words.
Zach waved his hand, as if to comfort James, "Don't worry, Sibella's witchcraft notes said that the effect of this thing is to stimulate the soul." Zach took out a piece of paper in his pocket and wrote it on James The lady dangled in front of her eyes, this was the content copied from Sibera's notes, including the ingredients, manufacturing method, and efficacy.
"Both Sibella and Benjamin have used it." Zach patted James' tense shoulder, "So it should be fine."
This is no comfort at all. Sibera is a wizard, Benjamin is an Alpha, and James is very sure that he is just an ordinary human!
After 'comforting' James, Zach leaned on the chair, looked at Walter who actually brought an electric fan, and handed out the paper, "This should be helpful."
Walter took it, took a look at it, folded it, found a rubber band, tied the note and the wooden box together, then found a piece of wrinkled cloth that he didn't know what it was for, and carefully wrapped the wooden box in it.
James was firmly pressed on the chair by Benjamin. He squinted his eyes and watched Walter do all this. The sweat on his face kept oozing out, and was quickly dried by the fan at the highest setting, leaving sticky and wrinkled patches on his face. On the skin, it's oily and shiny.
James's nostrils kept flaring, and his chest was also trying hard to adjust his breathing.
Benjamin relaxed the strength in his hand, and he could feel James' tense body relaxing.
After Walter finished his work, he returned to the round table and glanced at the three people with a frown. Showing half of his missing front teeth, he said, "My business is over. I still have something to do! Let's talk. Please close the door when you go out!" This guy is about to get away again.
Zach nodded helplessly and watched Walter pick up the wooden box that was wrapped into a pile and quickly left his home.
"Feeling better?" Zach looked at James with a smile, his pupils slowly retracted. The breathing movement also slowly slowed down.
James opened his mouth and let out a dry hum. The detective's shirt was completely soaked with sweat, which was slowly evaporating under the fan.
Zach shook his head, stood up, turned off the fan and walked to the kitchen, found a clean cup, took a glass of water, and handed it to James.
"You should replenish water." Seeing that James had no intention of answering, Benjamin leaned back in the chair and said nonchalantly.
James picked up the cup. Pour it down, gurgling, gurgling. Drinking water can actually make you look angry.
Zach took the empty water glass very considerately and was about to get another glass.
"Stay! Here!" James' voice was still hoarse. He stared at Zach, "Sit down!"
Zach raised his eyebrows, curled his lips at Benjamin, who had a theatrical smile on his face, and sat down.
"Why did you give this damn sample to Walter!" James glared at Zach with a questioning tone in his tone.
Zach's eyes moved around Walter's restaurant. He was thinking, oh. There is no doubt that James must have discovered something when he appeared at Walter's house like this.
"Chapman." Zach decided to take his time. Since he has been exposed, he would give James a chance to take the lead and make James feel better. "It should be Wander." Zach smiled, "The smell on Wander's body was completely covered up. Walter has the resources to get this high-level witchcraft potion, so we asked for his help."
James stared at Zach, and the corners of his eyes were not sure to be the remnants of the previous spices. It was still the reaction of his true emotions now, twitching, "So you only found out that Walter had this resource after meeting Wandel, is that right?"
Zach opened his mouth, "I, uh, I, I think, that's it..." He gave James enough time to interrupt himself.
"Liar!" James held the cup and hammered it heavily on the table. "You have been following us yesterday! You saw Walter go to get the 'Isolation'! At that time you met Walter!"
"Count me in." Benjamin had no intention of helping at all. "When Coulson left, I went to your house and waited there."
"Huh!" This was a smile. James laughed in anger. He kept nodding, "Very good, very good!"
Zach glanced at Benjamin speechlessly, "I need to make sure you're safe."
"So..." James froze as soon as he opened his mouth. What he wanted to say was, 'So just let me be helpless and tied up in the car, waiting for you to show up soon! ’, he realized that this sentence would convey the exact opposite meaning.
"Okay James." Zach shook his head helplessly, "I know Walter won't do anything to you, but before I really come into contact with Wander, I still have to ensure that Wander won't hurt you."
James seemed to have thought of something funny and stared at Zach, "The way you keep people safe is really interesting!"
"James." Zach became serious, "You know what I'm thinking, I need you to objectively judge the situation of Chapman and Wander." Zach smiled again, "You did it, this is important."
James frowned tightly and twitched the corners of his mouth, "Humph. Haha, what is this?" He looked into Zach's eyes and stood up, "Is this another test paper for you? James Lance , I, will I write down the correct answer?" James' eyes narrowed, and he stood up and faced the vampire who was still sitting, "What do you think you are? Do you think you are the one who asked the question? Do you think you are God?"
Zach frowned, this was not the direction he wanted at all.
"Guess what." James almost stuck to the vampire's face, "You are just a bug that is hated and abandoned by all species, but can only live on the blood of other creatures."
James turned around and pushed away the obstructive chair, and walked out of Walter's house. (..)