There was no trace of the newly freed cyan undead in the bright sunshine. "Chasing?" Benjamin asked, standing on Walter's front porch.
The door behind him was slammed shut, and Zach shook his head with a grimace, "Who knows where he will go."
"Where's Jason?" Benjamin walked towards the truck and made a very practical guess.
Zach shook his head and nodded again, "Go there and have a look."
After getting in the car, for practical reasons, they didn't know how long they would have to hang out outside. Matthew was still praying and needed to be taken with him. So the two of them did not drive directly to the North District, but went south to the Gospel Hall in the South District.
Just like any undead being tricked out of hell, if the other person is persistent enough in freedom, then the first thing that comes to mind should be his own body. Without a body, his freedom is a joke. Mrs. White's son died not long ago. He should have had enough understanding of his current situation, instead of being brought back to this world with only a half-knowledge like Dylan.
Then his line of action should be Jason, a person who knows the truth about death, figuring out what happened after his death, and then the family, figuring out where his funeral will be held. Zach shook his head because he thought that if he waited directly at the Grand House, he would be waiting for this guy.
The nod was because Zach thought it was better to take the initiative, otherwise it would be funny if a wandering undead was dragged back to hell by a hellhound. God knows which time zone of hell he will be thrown into, and it is probably impossible to get Walter to help again in the short term.
Zach certainly doesn't think that Walter is breaking up with Grande. People with 'talent' or aliens have no obligation to explain their abilities to others. This cannot be said to be a secret, but a personal matter. It's like if you asked a vampire to explain why his blood can save people, he would just say: "I just can."
You want him to deeply analyze how the ancestor of vampires offended the Holy Lord and was punished. Being banished, being cursed for eternal life... that's impossible. There is no reason for a vampire to rip your heart out, so now he has a reason to suck you dry.
So Zach understood that he had done something that crossed the line, and he could only wait for Walter to calm down.
The service in the Gospel Hall continued, and Grande's two brothers stood at the back of the small church. He gestured towards the priest who was preaching.
The priest nodded, and immediately a priest walked up to Matthew and said something to the young man sitting next to his father.
Joseph looked back at the two Grande brothers and urged Matthew to go quickly. This devout believer is still very practical, and he can understand that the work that can support his family is greater than his faith.
Matthew told his father a few words of caution, and entrusted the priest to take care of his father somewhat unnaturally. He crossed the full bench and walked to Brother Grande's side.
"Don't worry." Alpha said nonchalantly.
Matthew nodded, but still looked back at the priest and priest. He was almost able to understand demons and other alien races. That is to say, there is no difference between himself, but he is still a little worried. For example, although faith is to make life easier, the ultimate comfort always comes from going to heaven after death. Matthew really doesn't know if this possibility still exists for Barton now.
"Where are we going?" Matthew asked.
I briefly explained it to Matthew. When they got into the car, Matthew was pushed into the passenger seat, and Zach nestled in the back seat because of the increasingly enthusiastic sunshine.
"That Jason." Matthew scratched his head. "Is he the same as Stone (Blake)?"
Alpha nodded while swaying to the music.
Matthew blinked, "The preaching priest said that the fire burned the village, and the souls of those unjust people were sent to hell. Some of them. Well, that's..." Matthew hesitated and stopped talking. I have a good impression of Blake.
"Ask Zach." Alpha curled his lips. He, an unbelieving guy, couldn't answer this question.
Zach leaned back in his chair, his helpless eyes towards Alpha only reaching the back of Alpha's head. “Did the priest say anything in his sermon about how the Holy Lord chooses the righteous?”
Matthew thought for a moment and shook his head.
"Then why should you believe his criteria for selecting unjust people?" Zach smiled, "Are those people wasting their lives without shepherding sheep or farming?"
Matthew shook his head.
“Aren’t those people other people’s sons, daughters, lovers, brothers, sisters, parents?”
Matthew shook his head again.
Zack shrugged, "Then they're just out of luck and praying to the wrong god."
Matthew opened his mouth.
Zach was not going to say more. Crowley's preaching progress was very slow, and it was still in the early stages of the Holy Bishop, which was the period of religious expansion. Her intention, which Zach could understand, was to solidify the religion's status as a means of cultivating souls who truly belonged to that belief system.
After all, Crowley's tradition is still a bit outdated. There are not many religions in the Federation that can be freely chosen. This kind of sermon that excludes other faiths can actually be skipped.
But Zach didn't mean to criticize Crowley. After all, if people just chose their faith at will, or just regarded worship as a fixed time-killing activity, they would be no different from the opportunists in the Death Apostle Contract. Papa Midnight doesn't like him, and Crowley doesn't like him either.
Therefore, these stories usually have no practical meaning. They are nothing more than expressing one thing: the Holy Lord is the only God. Excessive interpretation will only lead to deviation.
"You don't need to know this." Zach patted Matthew on the shoulder and smiled to comfort the young wolf, "There is no need to worry about your father, heaven or hell, we will ensure that he has the ability to choose."
Matthew nodded, feeling a little more relieved. His thoughts are really easy to guess.
When they came to Jason's house again, the three of them only saw a disappearing cyan shadow in this small apartment. They were a step too late.
Matthew looked around curiously, but he didn't dare to mess with other people's things. Zach and Benjamin had no worries and were rummaging through Jason's belongings at will. The key car key was still not there. Everything was the same as when they left yesterday. Even the door lock that was violently torn off was still the same as yesterday. It was hanging on the door handle and no one came to repair it. It seems that Jason has not come back since leaving yesterday.
"Someone is coming." Benjamin opened the curtains and looked at the vehicles parked downstairs.
Zach approached the window and took a look. The young man who got off the car showed a wry smile. He was Blake Stone. The young man looked at a very familiar truck parked next to him. In his impression, this truck should be dirtier. He thought for a moment, then looked up directly towards the window of Jason's house.
Zach opened the window, put on a smile, and waved. Uh, what else
But Zach also needs news, and this is not a bad thing.
Zach made a sign for us to go down. Blake scratched his head. It seemed that there was no need to get up. He stood by the car and waited.
After the three people from Grande came down, they greeted Blake again, "What a surprise. I think we are all here for Jason."
Blake looked at Zach unnaturally. He probably didn't want to get to the point too quickly, "Well. How is Hank?"
"Same as usual." Zach smiled. Contrary to Blake, he wanted to get to the point quickly, "Jason is not here, no one is home."
"Oh." Blake frowned and nodded, continuing to delay the topic, "I hope Hank won't be angry."
"He didn't." Zach smiled and gestured to Benjamin. He didn't know how long this conversation would last. He was asking Benjamin to go to Mrs. White's place first. Their main goal is to catch the undead.
"How about we find a place where we can sit down and talk?" The vampire held his bottle, weighed the remaining portion, and then took out a cigarette.
Blake knew that he could not avoid the topic for too long. He knew that Grande was not just a funeral home. Stone was in the circle of Quinn and Barton. He had already grown up and had a little reputation. Some He knows much more than Laura.
He looked around and said goodbye to Benjamin and Matthew who were about to separate, "I'm not familiar with this place."
Zach smiled. This is not Lister, it's not the West End, it's not even Back Bay. It's normal for Blake not to be familiar with it. "I'm very familiar with it. Let's take a walk. Ogier Street is not far away. We can find a place." Speak slowly."
Blake nodded and opened the car door again, and Zach saw that he had taken something that looked like a wallet. Well, it seems like this guy only carries a checkbook with him. Zach suddenly felt the urge to take him to see Rita.
But what made Zach look at him differently was that Blake was quickly attracted by the graffiti on Ogier Street. "I like this place." Blake followed Zach with a smile, "It seems very free here."
"Yes." Zach smiled, "Besides freedom, people here have nothing else to be proud of."
Blake pursed his lips unnaturally.
He was wearing an ordinary sweatshirt and was walking around like any other young man doing nothing on the street. Zach, however, stood out more. A young man holding a paint tube shouted impatiently, "Old guy, stay away! I can't afford to pay for your coat!"
Zach doesn't care about this, "The devil's eyes are black, not red. You drew it wrong, little guy."
"You know what I'm drawing?! Old guy!" The boy rolled his eyes, "Get out of the way! I want to add a tail to my math teacher!"
Blake stared at the painting on the wall and suddenly smiled with understanding, "Angles are spirals and teeth are trigonometric functions! His clothes are made of 1s and 0s!"
The boy happily slapped Blake on the shoulder, leaving two handprints, "You understand, buddy! I like you!"
Zach smiled, he was not going to remind the boy that what he couldn't afford to pay was Blake's clothes. (..)