The truck slowly turned the corner and stopped on the side of the road. In the neon lights on the street, this earth-colored truck attracted the attention of many people. Using such a vehicle to stalk people is really not a good choice, but the person being stared at is completely unaware—Mr. Madison Cook, who just lost his job.
Madison bought a newspaper at the corner, then found a step and sat down on the spot. Putting her bag between her legs, she took out a pen, opened the newspaper, and looked at the neon lights on the street carefully.
"What is he doing?" Benjamin put one hand on the steering wheel and looked sideways at the person they were following.
"Barton Daily, Page 4." Zach observed the other party's movements: "It's a recruitment advertisement. He is looking for a job."
Sure enough, Madison took a pen and started drawing circles on the newspaper.
"Why didn't he go back to his residence and do this again?" Benjamin continued to ask.
"Well." Zach frowned and thought for a while: "James, he worked in a bar. Well, this is the past tense. But there is no where he lives."
"So, he doesn't have a place to live?" Benjamin nodded as if he understood, "What do you think of him?"
"I didn't find anything special about him." Zach looked at the somewhat forlorn man on the roadside, "Did you find anything?"
"No." Benjamin shook his head, "But did you notice his head? When he took off his hood at the bar, the color of his head was changing."
"Yes, I noticed it." Zach nodded, "It's not obvious from black to light, but it's definitely changing." Zach lowered his body, as if he wanted to see the current color of the other person's head under the cover of the hat. .
Benjamin watched Zach's movements and moved his body out of the way to give Zach more space: "Did you see that?"
"It's off-white." Zach frowned and straightened up, "I can't think of anything that can change color."
The two of them were silent. There are many alien races with the ability to change their external image, and the most complete ones are naturally the shapechangers. However, the world is balanced, and a stronger camouflage ability represents vulnerability in other aspects. For example, the strength and senses of the skinchanger are the same as those of ordinary creatures, and they have no sense of smell. Another example is the werewolf, who has the power and senses of a pack, but also has to face the loss of personality once a month. There is also a vampire, who can be wiped out by Anthony signing a document...
In the minds of two people who were considered aliens, they could not imagine that any race had such a weak ability to change the color of their heads.
"I don't think he is a threat." Benjamin gave up thinking, "He has no plans to retaliate against those guys, but is really looking for a job. I think the problem can be clarified."
"Is he just a guy who wants to come to Barton to survive?" Zach whispered to himself.
Madison seemed to have finished reading the advertisement. He raised his head, looked around, and found a phone booth. He folded the newspaper, put away his pen, took out a few coins, and walked to the phone booth. He picked up the advertisement in the newspaper and dialed the number.
Benjamin looked at the passers-by around him, gave up the idea of using Alpha's ears, and left the eavesdropping job to the vampire.
"Hello, is this Xixi Bread? I saw your recruitment advertisement... Are there any vacancies? Okay, thank you."
"Hello, Mr. Pierce? I see you are looking for... I think I can do the job, but will you provide accommodation?... Then I can advance part of it... Okay, thank you."
…
Madison's journey to find a job seemed to be filled with obstacles, and Zach felt a little regretful listening to it.
"How was it?" Benjamin asked when he saw James hung up the phone and exited the phone booth.
Zach spread his hands: "Follow him. Now, we can see if he can do anything special."
Benjamin headed, got out of the car with Zach, and slowly hung behind Madison.
What happened next, no one was beheaded by vampires, and no one had their throats bitten by werewolves. Madison wanders the busy streets like a truly homeless man.
Zach once asked me: "When you quit your bar job and wandered the streets in anger, what were you thinking?"
Don't be too surprised, Madison is me. Oh, no one cares about that... I mean, Zach occasionally asks me questions.
I thought about it and replied: "The color of my head is changing, so I know that my future is being changed. But I don't know whether it is for better or worse. But the only thing I am sure of is that I can't afford to stay in Barton's hotel." , in just two days, I will be penniless and live a life of begging... "
Zach said kindly: "That's it. Now, do you think it's good or bad?"
I frowned and thought carefully, "When you came to invite me, I thought it was a good idea. Now, I don't know anymore..."
From Zach's more kind eyes, I realized that I had said the wrong thing.
Of course, the protagonist is not me, so let’s use Madison, a name that is like a sidekick and even the owner can’t remember.
Several hours passed, and neither the vampire nor the werewolf noticed any strange behavior from Madison. This tracking seems to go on endlessly.
"Hey! Your name is Madison, right?" Zach leaned against the street lamp and looked at Madison, who was also standing under the street lamp with a confused look on his face.
After realizing that stalking was a waste of time, Zach decides to change tactics and take this guy who is clearly not human (no human head can completely change color in a few hours) back to the Grand House. Just like what Benjamin said to James a few days ago, if they were just foreigners who wanted to live a quiet life, they would not be embarrassed. Of course, the condition is to declare loyalty like 'Jin'.
Madison looked at the stranger next to him. It took him a moment to realize that the other person was talking to him, and then it took him another moment to remember that he was one of the three people in the bar.
"I'm sorry that you saw that scene." Madison nodded, apologetically, "I hope you have a good time at the bar."
"We left." Zach looked at Madison with a smile, "Scenes like that are always a bit disappointing."
Madison's expression became even more apologetic: "I'm really sorry. I didn't want to ruin your fun."
Zach patted Madison on the shoulder: "You don't need to apologize. Sometimes, people just need courage, and God will reward people with courage. In addition, my name is Zachary Grande, you can call me Zach. "
"My name is Madison, Ku, Ku, Cook..." As I said, this is a name that even the owner can't remember.
"Haha, you are such an interesting guy!" Zach smiled and looked at the newspaper that was still opened and folded and held in Madison's hand, "Are you looking for a new job? How is your search going?"
"Not very good." Madison shook his head, his expression was helpless, but he immediately forced a smile. "Oh, Zach, I shouldn't be complaining about this to you."
"It's nothing, I don't have anything to do, I'm waiting for my brother. It's a pleasure to chat with strangers."
"Oh, is that the gentleman with the serious face, like a policeman?" Madison relaxed and asked.
Zach realized that the other person was James. He was amused and shook his head: "No, it's another one."
"The other one? The plush one?" Madison was confused. He confirmed that Zach's was his 'brother'
"Hahaha!" Zach laughed: "Fluffy? You are a really interesting person. I like you very much. We can become friends! Let's do it." Zach reached into the inside of his coat and pulled out a business card. : "If your work is not going well, you can come to my place and give it a try. I'm always welcome."
Madison really didn’t know where to laugh, but she still took the business card, Grande Funeral Home. The person in front of him turned out to be a funeral industry owner. Madison became solemn and said, "Thank you, Mr. Grande."
"Zach! Just call me Zach." Zach corrected: "Although we are in the South District, we can provide accommodation and food. It is a good place. Think about it."
Zach looked behind Madison. Benjamin had already walked out of the store, holding some food in his hand, "I'm leaving, wish you good luck."
Of course, this is all by design! The vampire had long known that Madison needed a job that provided food and accommodation, and with the deliberate haste, what he was waiting for was...
"Wait!" As expected, Madison stopped Zach, a little embarrassed: "Actually, I need a job like this. I don't have a place to sleep, so..."
"Oh!" Zach perfectly interpreted what surprise is: "Don't you have a place to stay? Then where are you going to sleep tonight? Oh, I can't let my friends sleep on the street!"
Madison pursed her lips. Although she suddenly had more friends for some reason, it wouldn't matter if the work and accommodation problems were solved at the same time.
"You're admitted!" Zach put his arm around Madison's shoulders and walked towards Benjamin: "Now, let me introduce 'Fluffy'..."
Before realizing that Benjamin was a werewolf, Madison really didn't know where to laugh.
Back in Benjamin's truck, Zach was still sitting in the passenger seat. Fierce drums and loud music came from the old radio. The surrounding scenery became desolate after leaving the bustling North District.
Zach and Benjamin exchanged glances, and Zach turned to look at the somewhat reserved Madison: "Now that we are friends, you are now willing to share why you came to Barton City, and what you are. "
Madison looked at Zach's red eyes, and for some reason, an idea to share emerged...
Finally, I have finished telling the story of how 'I' met the protagonist. Please don't look at me as a sidekick. If I didn't show up, one of the three brothers and sisters of the Grand House would be in charge of the Southern District Branch of the Barton Police Department. Cooperate in the preservation of the victim's body, so I am very important! Oh, you don't care about this... What I mean is, well, from Madison's story, I hope you can see that our protagonist is not an evil guy who goes around killing people. At least, I am still alive.