On Route 27, Zach leaned his head sideways, waved and smiled at the oncoming bicycle. The boy on the bicycle looked ahead in confusion. Until the two sides crossed each other, he still hadn't remembered who the guy was greeting him.
Zach pouted and retreated into the car. Is this young man who took over Matthew's job at the post office really suitable for such a job that requires memorization? Wish him good luck.
Dylan was disdainful of Zach's deliberate distraction and continued, "Mike said that in the battle at Ixton, some demons lost some, some were killed, and some were expelled back to hell. Gram The power that Laurie can call upon in hell is limited, and the people who search and rescue her in hell are somewhat powerless, so it is impossible to allocate manpower to find Seth."
Zach sighed, "What did Constantine say?"
Dylan shook his head, "He asked, and Mike can only guarantee that he will respond to Crowley, but cannot make any promises at all. Seth can only rely on himself."
Zach was silent for a while and smiled, "Let's stay optimistic. Well, optimism is important."
"Aren't you looking for Walter?" Dylan asked what he wanted to ask. As an undead being escaped from prison by Walter, he did remain optimistic.
There was bitterness on Zach's face, "Still, I can't make any promises, but we can give it a try."
"Go now." Dylan stared ahead.
Zach sighed and drove past the intersection where he should turn east, heading towards Ixton. The vampire only regarded this as an explanation to Dylan. Although he said to stay optimistic, in fact, he was not optimistic at all. Walter's summoning of spirits is just a use of his ability. His real ability is to travel between worlds and bring people out. That's just by the way!
It may be more appropriate to use the word "find" for 'call'.
If only Seth could be found by Walter, an outsider who has infiltrated Hell. Then Seth really has no chance of living.
Seth's only chance is to find Crowley's fallen angel forces in Hell, a world with completely different rules from this world, pass through the 'passage' they control, and then return to Barton. Otherwise, if he appears in front of any other demon, he will have only one fate - destruction.
No matter what Zach thinks. In order to give Dylan a little comfort, he decided to give it a try.
There is something exotic about Ixton in the morning sun. The half-finished houses are plated with a light red gold and connected to the sea horizon marked by the half-revealed sun. Houses with incomplete shapes are sandwiched on both sides of the road that leads directly to the seaside. This place seems to be a gateway to another world.
This beautiful, or can also be said to be weird, scene was destroyed by police cars and police.
Zach's car didn't even make it into Ixton. It stopped at the place that said, 'Ixton', which represented the good hope of the city of Barton in the past. In front of the sign, I got out of the car.
"The crime scene." The police officer with an irritated look waved his hand, telling Zach and the others to leave, "Stay away!"
"My friend lives here." Zach smiled politely.
"Name!" The other party curled his lips impatiently and took out something like a notebook.
"Walter," Zach said with a smile.
The other party's fingers slid across the record book, he found Walter's name, glanced at Zach, "Address!"
Zach honestly reported the address of Walter’s home. Looking at the other party's helpless expression. Apparently it matches up with his record. He threw out another form and pen, "Register!"
Zach took the pen and paper. Filling out the form, smiling, and knowingly asking, "What happened here? Officer?" Zach's words were polite and gentle. Think about this police officer with dark circles under his eyes. He must have been here all night!
do not forget. Two big things happened in the South End yesterday, the fire in the nursing home, and the, uh, vicious brawl in Ixton? Well. Everyone understands. Think about which side the police department will deal with first. There are many treatment facilities-sanatoriums supported by wealthy people, or Ixton, which is composed of almost all homeless people. Looks like a very good choice.
The police officer glanced at Zach, not bothering to answer, and said to himself, "Go directly to your friend, don't run around, don't move! Don't do anything you shouldn't do..." He took Zach and handed it over. The form, glanced at it, and shut up.
The polite gentleman is Grande.
The amount of time their Southern District police chief spent yesterday morning ranting and cursing in his office was proportional to the amount of respect he needed to show Mr. Grande.
"Mr. Grande!" The police officer's attitude became respectful, "I, let me take you in!"
Zach smiled at this transformation and smiled as falsely as ever, "Haha, no sir, just call me Zach."
There was something bad going on inside Ixton, and Zack could now understand why there was an identification and registration process. The already dilapidated house is even more dilapidated, with broken wood and stones scattered everywhere, and there are obvious blood stains on the half-collapsed walls...
"Well, yesterday." The police officer whose attitude changed drastically walked in front of Zach. He seemed to want to explain the situation here, but he found that there was not much he could say, "There was a group fight here. Well, there was a fight. event."
It seems that he himself is not sure whether this characterization is correct.
"Oh." Zach looked around, "Is anyone hurt?"
"A lot!" The police officer protected Zach and turned towards Walter's house. "Many homeless people have been affected, but sir, don't worry, they have all been sent to the hospital for treatment."
Zach raised his eyebrows, "That's right." Zach smiled happily, "It's good that no death occurred."
The police officer's face became strange, "Well..." He hesitated, but did not continue. After all, it was their police's business, and it was not the turn of a 'civilian' with super close connections to worry about it! "Well, yes, it's okay."
Zach smiled and nodded.
The bodies of hunters and demon containers have their own power transfers, but no one can guarantee that they will not leave any suspicious traces and be discovered by the police. This is probably where the police officer hesitated.
"Sir, we're here." The police officer sent Zach to Walter's front porch very responsibly, "Do you need me to guard the area?"
"No, thank you." Zach smiled and nodded gratefully, "You should continue to go there. This one." Zach tugged at the corner of his mouth, "The scope of the 'fight' seems to be very large, and we can't let random people destroy it. to the scene.”
"Yes!" After the police officer finished speaking, he frowned and curled his lips. He didn't seem to have the need to accept Zach's orders. Shaking his head, he trotted towards the entrance of Ixton and continued to stand guard.
Zack didn't even knock on the door, but Walter opened it and pulled the vampire in.
"Why are you here again!" Walter glared at the vampire, glanced at Dylan floating next to him, and ignored him, "Don't rush me! It takes time to analyze the sample! You have to give her time!"
Apparently Walt misunderstood why Zach was here.
Zach smiled and shook his head, looking around Walter's home. The curtains are all drawn. The room was dark, but there were no candles on the round table in the dining room. This guy was obviously hiding from something, but it wasn't because of the spirit summoning.
"Walter, I'm not that urgent yet." Zach walked to the round table in the restaurant very familiarly, "I'm here to ask for your help." Zach glanced at Dylan, "We are here to ask for your help."
Walter watched Zach sitting in front of the round table, his expression changed. Obviously it's another matter of summoning spirits. He looked at Dylan and couldn't figure out how this guy who had been escaped from prison could still have the nerve to ask for his help. Walter stood in front of the round table. He had no intention of sitting down, "Sorry, I'm closed. I don't plan to go to hell anymore! You have to find someone else!"
Zach looked at Walter, thought for a while, and asked. "Did Crowley warn you?"
Walter sighed, "Yes. She said that she will do something recently to keep me from opening the world barrier! Otherwise, she won't deliberately protect my family next time she wants to fight someone!"
Dylan wanted to speak, but Zach stopped him.
Crowley has already explained to Zach the special nature of hell. Walter's time travel will disrupt the time distribution of hell. This would be detrimental to Crowley's ability to recall the manpower lost in the battle with the hunters. Zach had not thought of it before, but now that he was reminded, he understood it very well. He would explain it to Dylan later. After all, in Zach's mind, Seth's real hope is Crowley.
Now, Zach wants to know other things, such as what the hunter and demon battle yesterday was like.
"What did you see about yesterday?" Zach waved his hand with a 'let's have a chat' expression.
"Hmph!" Walter glared at Zach, "I knew it! You must have a hand in this kind of thing!" His leaking front teeth clicked, "I advise you to ignore this! Benjamin will transform soon. Come on, these hunters! Although I don’t know their origins, I don’t think they are easy to deal with at all! You Grande better not mess with them!"
The transformed Alpha is the most powerful, and it seems that this should also be the time when Grande is the most powerful! Alpha in full bloom, plus a Toledo that can move freely under the sun!
But it is this strange combination, this 'most powerful', that has become Grande's weakest moment! Can you imagine the scene where vampires and werewolves happily attack the enemy, but suddenly they don't like each other on the way, and they fight first...
"Walter." Zach shook his head helplessly, "Do you know why those hunters came?"
"I don't know!" Walter waved his hand and said impatiently, "I don't want to know either!"
Zach didn't care about Walter's good habit of seeing no evil and hearing no evil, and shook his head, "'Colt' is in Barton's hands, and it's in Crowley's hands."
Walter was stunned for a moment, curled his lips, and his eyes began to wander around his home, "None of my business!"
Zach smiled and looked at this guy with magical abilities, "If you want to move, at least tell me how things were yesterday before you leave."
The almighty killing weapon is in Barton, and it is still in the hands of Crowley, who is not in a good situation. Barton is no longer calm, and all kinds of people will come to Barton.
What happened yesterday is no longer an accidental hunter vs. demon, but will become the norm. Barton has completely lost the meaning it once had as an ideal hometown, and it is no longer safe for people like Walter.
Wrong, this is true for everyone. (..)