Maybe it was the mention that made Zach temporarily interested, or maybe he just didn't want Neal and Quest to appear in Grande and cause unnecessary trouble. The old-fashioned car crossed east from the sanatorium, crossed Route 27 and continued east, stopping at Grand Mill.
With the intention of making full use of the money he promised to pay, Zach directed Seth to get the unconscious man and woman out of the car. He looked at Madison who came out to greet him and pondered for a while, "I need a private room with your Telephone."
Madison nodded and led Seth to the basement, which is the morgue.
"Madison." Zach called to Madison, who was wearing a beret, "What's wrong with your hair?"
Madison raised his hat, and his black and white hair was hidden under the hat. He shook his head helplessly, "I don't know, it suddenly became like this before."
Zach pursed his lips, not knowing what to say, and walked towards Madison's office.
Lip has disappeared.
Literally disappearing, Lip disappears from the back seat when both Zach and Seth feel the need to combine the vampire's ability to manipulate memories and the demon's manipulation of soul marks to figure out this guy's true intentions.
It's not a sign of light and shadow like the Earthbinder, nor is it integrated with the environment like other aliens with hidden abilities, nor is it something that leaves or disappears at a speed beyond the perception of vampires and demons.
No matter what Lip is or what he wants to do, at this time, it can only become an unsolvable mystery.
Zach decided not to waste time thinking about that guy, walked into Madison's office, sat at the desk, and dialed No's number. While waiting, the vampire rummaged through the files on Madison's desk casually.
The long beeping sound suddenly stopped and was immediately replaced by a short disconnection sound. Zach raised his eyebrows as he held the receiver. There was no one there, and there wasn't even an answering machine. The warehouse in the 'General' is really shabby.
Zach hung up the phone, picked it up again, changed the number and dialed, it was the number of the General Bar.
The documents in front of Zach have been opened casually, and they are all working documents of the mill. Madison has passed away since the little awkwardness last time. It seems that he has restrained himself a lot and no longer blames Zach, the boss, for his irresponsibility.
Maybe I feel a little guilty. Madison's classmates in the writing class caused trouble for Grande, but he, who was also a member of Grande, didn't notice it at all. He only thought about being humiliated by Teacher Morris for his own immortality, and wanted to Revealing the vampire's identity.
Well, you can eliminate the possibility. This is the voice of the heart.
Zach was satisfied to see a note at the bottom of the file, which contained records of contact and observation of Sheila West. Although they are all trivial things, such as she brought a cat to class, wrote something, asked for leave when sick... But it can be seen. Madison still carried out Zach's order seriously and kept an eye on this woman with strange powers.
"Speak!" the 'General's' impatient voice came from the receiver.
Zach closed Madison's note, "General, Zach. Where's No? He's not in the 'office.'"
"Oh! You!" 'General''s tone immediately softened, "Nuo went to see his maid." The voice on the receiver was a little worried, "I haven't come back since I left in the morning."
Zach frowned, "He left his contact information..." He thought for a moment. He changed his tune, "Did he say where he was going?"
"Of course not!" 'General' also had a helpless tone. "I really don't know what he is doing!" After a pause, the 'General' continued, "Has there been any progress in what you are doing?"
Zach felt the tone of the 'general', and he knew that Nuo did not explain Quest's entrustment to the 'general' in detail, which was considered protection. There was a smile in Zach's tone, "Yes. Not bad. What about you, do you have any news about those weapons?"
"Damn it!" The tone of 'General' suddenly became worse. "Nuo is in big trouble! Forget it, I won't talk about it here. Wait until he comes back!"
Zach nodded into the air and hung up the phone. After thinking for a moment, Zach dialed the number again. It was Mrs. White's number. Neil and Daphne have already obtained it. The only way to solve this matter quickly is to solve it quickly. Otherwise, if these two living people continue to stay in Barton, God knows what problems will happen.
And although Zach didn't understand the special meaning of what Lip said, listening to the 'General's' tone, the hunter's problem became serious. Zach didn't want to 'wait' for Nuo to come back.
The call was picked up soon, and Zach didn't waste any time, "Mrs. White, do you know where your friend Myuna is now?"
"Uh, it's you, what's the matter?" Mrs. White's voice was a little weird.
Zach squinted his eyes and listened carefully to the background sound in the receiver. Someone lowered their voice and asked her who she was in a threatening tone!
Zach lowered his voice, "Mrs. White, just say something, just let me know how many people are in your family."
"Oh..." the woman on the other side of the receiver said in a long voice, "Five bottles of rum should be enough."
"Have they set any traps?" Zach continued to ask in a low voice.
"Flowers?" Mrs. White was pretty good at these things back then. "Lina said she would get some, but I don't know. I think there should be some in the front hall and back porch."
"Are there any Indians?" Zach continued to ask. After thinking for a while, he added, "Special Indians like Sibella."
"I think it should be a priest. Anyone can be a priest these days, and I don't want some half-assed person to preside over it."
"Are Myuna and his master there?"
"It's been packed and sealed, and it's in the basement. But the address hasn't been written yet. I want to think carefully about what to give and who to give it to."
"You did a good job, Mrs. White. Stay calm. I'll be here soon." Zach stood up. Mrs. White's condition was not good, and neither was Nuo's. The vampire had to get over here quickly.
"Yes." On the other side of the phone, Mrs. White nodded. Her hands were shaking slightly. Hanging up the phone meant that she had to face everything that was happening in her home again.
"who is it!"
As soon as Mrs. White's hand holding the receiver fell halfway, she was quickly pressed down by a broad palm, and the call was forcibly hung up! The strong middle-aged man grabbed Mrs. White's arm and pressed the cold dagger against her chin. "Who made the call?"
"Friend, friend!" Mrs. White's body trembled, her eyes moved down uncontrollably, staring at the sharp blade pressed against her chin.
"What are you talking about!" The ferocious hunter pulled Mrs. White's hair without mercy, pressed her on the sofa, and asked.
"Hire. Reception!!" Mrs. White said in horror.
"What reception?!"
"Me, my son!" The panic on Mrs. White's face turned obviously sad! She didn't know where the courage came from, and suddenly stared at the person in front of her who was threatening her life, "Are you blind? Look around! Didn't you notice when you barbarians broke into my house! I just lost My son! This is a wake for his friend!"
The strong hunter frowned, his dagger still pressed against Mrs. White's body, but he looked at his companion and conveyed his gaze.
Mrs. White was telling the truth. This standard middle-class house has a somewhat special decoration at this time. The table, floor, and fireplace are filled with candles. There is also a wide horizontal board in the living room with various photos and cards posted on it.
Unlike a formal farewell ceremony at a funeral, a wake cannot be considered a formal ceremony. It is a private ceremony for those who have a connection with the deceased but are not eligible or unable to attend the funeral.
Just like the football players and angry girls gathered before Warehouse 13... you know. The person holding the funeral cannot be the deceased himself. Although some people who are absent from the formal funeral cannot attend the ceremony, and some just get the news late, they still have the right to express their condolences to the deceased. As a mother, Mrs. White is actually thoughtful enough.
The hunter glared at Mrs. White. She put away the knife and said, "Sit here honestly!" Then he glanced at his companions, frowned and asked, "How's it going down there?"
The person in question shook his head, but there was a hint of sarcasm on his face. "But it won't take long for him to give up. Nu Tao (Indian surname) has already started to use his ultimate move."
"I'll go take a look, you guys look here!" The middle-aged hunter curled his lips, glanced at Mrs. White, and walked towards the basement.
Between the living room and the lounge at the back, under the sloping stairs, a wooden door was pushed open, and a cold air flowed out, making the hunter shiver. He pulled up his clothes, stepped onto the stairs, and walked down.
A calm voice spoke from bottom to top, "Are you still unwilling to say it? Your maid seems to be unable to hold on any longer."
The hunter stood behind his Indian companions and looked at the two people tied to the chairs in front of him. The man with gray sideburns was their real target, No. Repet, the one with sluggish pupils and his head raised, and his whole body was shaking. The fat woman is his maid Mina.
The man named Nu Tao glanced at his companion, nodded, and continued what he was doing.
He held a puppet in his left hand and a needle and thread in his right hand, stabbing the puppet's eyes. He moved quickly, and the dark brown thin lines seemed to be Myona's hair. He moved his hands up and down, and one of the puppet's eyes had been completely sewn shut.
Nuo's eyes widened, and he stared at Muna opposite him. The pupils of the eyes corresponding to the puppet disappeared, and the entire eyeball became like a plastic prosthetic eye!
Nu Tao's hand stopped on the other eye of the puppet, "I won't continue stabbing her heart and killing her. It seems that you won't be able to speak, so I decided to start with these little things. "
Nuo glared at the Indian who spoke! If he could, he would tear each other apart! Like a real lion. It's a pity that he can't do it. He can now clearly realize that he has walked into the opponent's ambush!
"Where did you put 'Colt'?" the Indian asked calmly.
No couldn't say, after seeing what these weird terrorists could do, how could he tell them, 'Colt', that old rifle was given to the 'General' by him!
"What a pity." The Indian shook his head angrily, flipping the needle in his hand, "Your maid will never see the world again." The other eye was sewn shut. (..)