Zach's hands stood in the air, and no one came forward. As I said, now is not the time, and the waiter who was chatting happily did not have any self-consciousness. Two cups of coffee means that the tip is only one yuan. Even in Ogier Street, everyone is not so desperate.
Zach was a little embarrassed, Blake smiled reluctantly, put a banknote under the coffee cup and stood up, "I'm going back too."
Zach looked at the banknotes under the cup, curled his lips and stood up, wondering which lucky waiter would come to collect the cup.
"I'm hanging around, waiting for Benjamin." After leaving the restaurant, Zach smiled and said to Blake as a farewell. Blake nodded, said nothing more, and trotted back along the same path, passing the boy who had graffitied before, smiling and waving.
Zach looked in the direction Blake left, waited for a while, and hung slowly behind. Zach didn't have anywhere to spend his time, so he was still going to wait at Jason's house. Of course, by looking around Jason's house more, Zach needs to know more about this person who is most likely to become an anti-social element.
Watching Blake's car leave, Zach turned the corner and walked towards Jason's apartment building.
A man in a hood walked towards me with his head lowered, his hands bulging in his front pockets.
Zach seemed to be able to feel the sweat coming out from under the other person's clothes. Under such bright sunshine, wearing a pullover and still lowering his head warily, this guy couldn't be more suspicious.
Zach suddenly shouted when passing him, "Ah! Jason, you are back."
The other party's whole body trembled and he turned around in surprise. Of course, there was nothing but a pair of red eyes. Zach said with a smile. "follow me."
Then, without any reaction, the guy was hugged by Zach, turned around with a stumbling step, and was held hostage by the vampire, entering the apartment where Jason's family was located.
Returning to Jason's house, Zach found no trace of anything being rummaged through. The one being hugged. Just when he realized that he had somehow returned to the place he just left with this stranger, he was about to struggle.
"What did you take from here?" Zach held down the other person's body as he was about to turn away, pinched his chin and looked into his eyes.
After a brief absence, he stretched out his hand from his front pocket, holding several crumpled papers in his hand.
Zach didn't look at the thing in the other person's hand, but murmured, "Just a little bit."
Then he gently unscrewed the other person's hood and gave his neck a gentle peck, just one. Zach is not greedy at all.
He can only take one bite. Zach's self-control is very high when his personal safety is involved. Although the Gangaro I saw last night was very young, vampires are aliens who are extremely sensitive to blood. It is still easy to find that a person has less blood.
To be safe, Zach pressed the back of the other person's head and pushed him towards the wall.
"Ouch!"
"You fell. Go find something to wrap up. It's summer now. You don't want to get infected." Zach looked at the guy who was covering his nose with blood seeping from his fingertips, and reminded him thoughtfully.
The poor guy looked around. He rushed directly into the bathroom, and within a moment, the sound of rushing water could be heard.
Zach picked up a few balls of paper that had fallen to the ground and unfolded them. It was a leaflet, 'Find the power within you.' Fight like a man! 'Then the address and the time.
Zach raised his eyebrows, because the address was the small motel on the edge of Paisine that made people question the meaning of its existence, Pine Rest Stop.
"Room 105." Zach waved the flyer in his hand, "Is this the recruitment location?"
"You're talking about..." The guy with blood and water stains on his face just turned his head, and his eyes were filled with red. "Yes, it is."
Zach looked at the other person's terrible face and shook his head, "Keep cleaning, you look really disgusting."
The other party nodded blankly and turned his head, but his eyes were locked on the two red dots in the mirror on the washstand.
"Are you here to take back these flyers?" Zach asked, looking at the guy in the mirror who was cleaning his nose mechanically.
"yes."
There's a sad story about a man who took a rib from his body and used it against a man, and Zach got a little carried away.
"Why?"
"Someone is targeting Jason. We can't let him lead people to us." This should be Grande.
"Is this 'Fight Club'?"
The person in the mirror was stunned for a moment, and his staring eyes overlapped with Zach's red pupils.
Zach frowned, then raised his eyebrows and said inexplicably, "We don't talk about Fight Club."
Under the other person's twisted nose, his mouth twisted, and he actually smiled at Zach.
Zach curled his lips, but Gangluo put in a lot of effort. The ability to transform is one of the abilities to paralyze prey. Perhaps the Holy Lord is as fair as the Holy Scripture says. Gangro's Charming Eye is not as powerful as Toledo. It is more like a reflection implanted in the consciousness, just like Zach uses short-term memory to make people decide to trust him to confide in his heart. If the conditions are right, it will take effect naturally.
It's just that this reflex is too primitive, and Gangro can't make up the conditions for activation like Toledo, such as escaping from accounts. It is also impossible to have follow-up guided dialogues like Toledo.
Zach can cover this boring reflection, but destroying the influence of Gangro's Charming Eyes will expose himself. Among the Hidden Clan, only the madman 'Mokavi' has the same charming eyes as Toledo, and that guy with mental problems has always been bound to the deepest part of the Hidden Alliance.
It wasn't cost-effective to expose himself. Zach shook his head, "Where are these flyers being distributed?"
"Some bars."
Zach raised his eyebrows, "Who are you?" He suddenly became interested in this guy, "Why did you join, uh, you know."
"I..." There was a hint of sadness on the other person's face, "I lost my job, I..."
Zach waved his hand and lost interest. Anyway, he must be a guy who obviously has some complaints about life. This is actually a very loosely recruited organization. As long as the first flyer is sent out, everyone will find guys similar to themselves and be roped into this unspeakable club.
Zach crumpled the flyer and stuffed it back into the other person's pocket, "Will anyone come out to hand out flyers tonight?"
"I don't know, we have to wait for the boss's arrangement."
"This boss." Zach raised his eyebrows, "Who is he?" Zach waved his hand again, "Forget it." The name has no meaning at all, and I'm afraid this guy doesn't know it, "Tell me a few that you often go to. s Bar."
Zach remembered a few names, "You can go, you haven't seen me."
The guy with two funny band-aids on his nose walked out of Jason's house. Zach thought for a while, shook his head, and started looking around the apartment.
Zach pressed the answering machine and walked to the bedroom with the sound of the cassette spinning. Benjamin's mood last night was affected by unknown things. The bedroom was in a mess. Zach curled his lips and took a look. Except for the drawer that was pulled open, there seemed to be nothing to look through. Moreover, Jason had taken yesterday's photos away, and Zach couldn't even tear one off in half and give it to Mrs. White.
Zach opened the closet. The clothes were not ruined by Benjamin. They were piled full but neatly. There were the same cheap clothes as the young people on Ogier Street. There were also dresses that were obviously for special occasions, and there were also clothes that he obviously couldn't afford. shirts, jackets, coats. Zach flipped through the labels skillfully. He knew them all, good and bad.
As for how he met, it wasn't that the vampire actually purchased anything. Vampires should try to avoid shopping malls where people come and go and there are mirrors everywhere. It's Zach's tailor, the mind-reader, who will answer the vampire's inner curiosity when drawing the design drawings, which designer inspired those details.
"Jason, this is Blake, are you at home? I'm very sad about White. I'm going to find you now."
On the answering machine, the last few unsurprising messages were all left by Blake.
Zach walked out of the bedroom and went to the bathroom. He opened the mirror on the sink and looked at Jason's medicine reserves. Zach had noticed it just now when the poor man was looking for gauze. There were few medicines in Jason's medicine cabinet. It was so pitiful that it was filled with all kinds of skin care products. It's a good habit to take care of your body, but since you already know a vampire, he doesn't need it.
"Jason." A stranger's voice said, "This is the world you live in. You couldn't even attend his funeral."
Zach closed the cabinet door and raised his eyebrows. This guy didn't introduce himself. It was so suspicious. Zach looked at the time, it was last night before he and Benjamin came.
"You know where to come. Come on, you need to vent, you need to find the strong side of you. We know you're not a pussy."
Zach twitched his lips and wandered around the awkward dining table in the restaurant. He discovered that Jason had moved the sofa to accommodate this dining table, which was obviously inconsistent with the style of the apartment.
Zach walked around the sofa again. There was a book protruding from the wall cabinet in front of the coffee table. Zach casually took it out and flipped through it. It turned out to be a recipe book. There were some notes on it, one spoonful of sugar was drawn out and changed to two spoons, 'He likes sugar'.
Putting the recipe back, Zach walked to the kitchen again and looked in the refrigerator. It seemed that he had a copy of all the ingredients needed for the recipe. Zach took it out and smelled it. It took a while. The trash can was pulled open and it was filled with pizza boxes.
"Jason! You're fired! You're already thirty minutes late! I shouldn't have hired someone like you! I don't care if you were too tired from selling your ass last night! Bitch! Don't expect me to give you this Month’s salary! Don’t let me see you again!”
Zach turned his head to look in the direction of the phone. With his vampire eyesight, he could see the time, but it was the morning after White's death.
Zach pursed his lips, well, the atmosphere in Barton City was not as good as he thought. (..)