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"As you can see, the homeless shelters are already overcrowded due to heavy rain..."
The midday news did not bring good news to the citizens of Barton. People from the Grand House were sitting casually in the 'recreation room' on the second floor, discussing which videos to watch again. With Alice huddled in a corner silently sad, romance-themed films have been excluded. There is still a dispute between old Hank's thriller theme and Louise's comedy theme.
Two humans with special status in Grande refused to give in, so the news continued.
The reporter who reported the story irresponsibly reflected his own emotions, using the interior of a crowded shelter as the background, grabbing the microphone and angrily facing the audience in front of the screen.
"There are still prisoners in the Barton Room, especially the murderer who was sentenced to death, and he is still wandering around. The number of volunteers in the shelter is seriously insufficient! There are no suitable security measures at all, and everyone's identity cannot be confirmed. ! In response to this, the person in charge of the shelter actually hid and did not do anything... "
On the TV, reporters were yelling in the crowded and noisy shelter. Outside the TV, Old Hank and Louise refused to compromise.
The vampire slowly moved towards the door of the room.
"Where are you going?" Benjamin raised his head, looked sideways at Zach, and asked.
The phone rang, thank goodness. Benjamin twitched the corner of his mouth, passed over Old Hank and Louise, picked up a video tape, and inserted it into the machine, ending all the noise.
The ringing phone was the one on Zach's desk. Zach sat down leisurely and picked up the phone, "Grand."
"I, Walter." A middle-aged man's voice came from the receiver.
Zach raised his eyebrows, it was quite strange that this guy would call. But Zach was really waiting for news from this guy. The analysis results he promised to give to Grande before the full moon failed to arrive on time.
"Is there any result?" Zach asked directly.
"Tsk." Walter on the other side of the receiver tutted with his leaky mouth, and replied reluctantly, "Some."
"Some?" Zach pouted.
"Send some more samples." Walter seemed too lazy to bother with Zach and asked directly.
Zach shook his head helplessly, "More? This is for your research and analysis, not for your use."
"Who would use that damn thing!" Walter said impatiently, "You want complete analysis results, right?! Then be honest and get some more samples!"
"Get it yourself." Zach tugged at the corner of his mouth. The fact is that the full moon night has passed, and another month has passed. To be honest, Zack wasn't in much of a hurry.
"What the hell is this? When there's a murderer wandering around outside?!" Walter raised his voice, "I won't go out randomly!"
This was a good reason. "Okay." Zach casually pulled out a wine glass, swung the bottle, and poured himself some snacks. "At least tell me what 'some' is."
The other party was silent for a while. "Benjamin around?"
"Not here." Zach glanced at the empty office. Grande's creatures were all upstairs. The vampire tilted his head and listened, war movie.
"Come over and talk. The address is opposite Pixar Department Store. I'll wait for you here." Walter reported the address and hung up the phone.
Zach frowned. Walter didn't seem to want to say these things around Benjamin.
The vampire raised his head and emptied the liquid in the glass. Was it the decayed shopping mall? Could it be the home of the Indian woman who owned the Crescent Moon Perfume Shop? Inexplicably, the asylum in the news just appeared in Zach's mind, and it was also nearby.
He turned around and opened the curtains. Seeing that the takeout rain showed no signs of stopping, Zach packed up the necessary things and walked out of the office.
It didn't take long for Zach to sit in the driver's seat of the truck. On the passenger seat was a wooden box containing the spice samples that Benjamin had brought.
Standing next to the car, Alpha's body was soaked by the rain, and the passenger door he was holding didn't move at all. Alpha was once again refused entry into the car by a vampire.
Water droplets kept gathering on Alpha's brow bone, then crossed his brown eyes and dripped onto his cheeks, "You are funny."
Zach smiled and did not let go of his hand holding the passenger door, "This is not funny, Grande needs to keep a housekeeper. Don't forget, we have a murderer still wandering around outside."
Benjamin stared at Zach, "You look after the house, and I'll deliver the samples."
Zach blinked, looked at Alpha who was soaked all over, then looked at the wiped car interior, and shook his head firmly, "No."
Alpha clicked his tongue and left.
Zach breathed a sigh of relief, started the truck and drove away from Grande. He glanced away from the sample placed on the passenger seat and curled his lips. Walter’s tone didn’t seem to be a good thing.
I don’t know if it’s because of the weather or current events, but Route 27 is very deserted. The passing cars that we would occasionally see at this time also disappeared. Along the road, there were no people outside the houses and farms cut by the rain.
Listening to the sound of rain filling his ears, the vampire turned the knob of the radio. He didn't find what he was looking for. He shook his head in disappointment and started driving the car.
The situation in the North District is similar. The view outside the car window is restricted by buildings, and there are still few people under the gray sky. Occasionally, a car parked on the side of the road, and the people inside hurriedly got out of the car and disappeared into the buildings, and then the street became quiet again.
The human heart is really a strange thing, as if those who escaped from prison were not living among ordinary citizens before their crimes were discovered. Nervous because someone escaped from jail? It is simply nonsense. God can testify that a seemingly normal neighbor may be much more to be feared than these escaped convicts who were stupid enough to be caught once.
Vampires are subhuman, and we don't have to agree with him. emphasize.
Not surprisingly, the down-and-out Pixar department store is temporarily closed. It has nothing to do with the prison break, but with the heavy rain. If it stays open, it will become another homeless shelter, which is not good for business.
Zach parked the car at the corner of the street, took the spice sample and opened the car door. Run towards Walter who was leaning on the inside of an alley.
"Did you bring it?" Walter looked at Zach and asked.
Zach handed the box in his arms to Walter, but was pushed back, "I don't want to touch that thing, just take it yourself."
Zack frowned, holding the box in one hand. He took off his hat with one hand, shook off the water drops on it, followed Walter, and walked inside.
"Is this her home?" Zach looked around.
In fact, there is not much to talk about. The road about six meters wide is surrounded by five or six-story buildings on both sides. The zigzag fire escape on the red brick wall extends to the top floor. The windowsill with some potted plants provides an interrupted dry place for this alley.
Walter was like a childish child, jumping up and down the dry areas against the wall, "Well. I want to tell you something first."
Zach curled his lips, and it was conceivable that Walter did not want Zach to appear in this woman's home.
"She has lived in Barton longer than Sibella. And she has nothing to do with you aliens!" Walter turned his head and glanced at Zach, with a hint of ridiculous threat, "Do you understand! "
Zach smiled understandingly, "Understand, this is just a one-time favor. I will never bother her in the future, I promise."
Walter nodded and stood outside a door. I pressed the 101 number at the bottom and waited for the owner's response.
"Will she invite me in?" Zach took advantage of this opportunity. A very important question was asked. Do you still remember who will live in 101? Yes, it's the landlord. Vampires cannot set foot in this building.
Walter glanced at Zach without answering, and heard a woman's voice ringing from the answering bell, "Walter?"
Walter looked sideways at Zach. Putting his face in front of the answer board, "Well, he's here, and he needs your invitation."
"Oh." After a soft response, the call ended.
The soft sound of the door lock opening appeared. Walter opened the door without going in, and waited outside with Zach.
Not long after, an Indian woman walked out of the corridor.
Due to the weather, there is not enough lighting in the corridor, and only the overhead lights serve as lighting. The dim light shone on the woman walking over, turning her deep outline into a flaw. Adding to that, her shawl and long silk skirt floated in front of the two of them like a female ghost.
"Zachary Grande." Walter introduced reluctantly, "Maggie Crescent."
Zach looked at the woman in front of him with a smile and nodded slightly, "You can call me Zach."
"Maggie." The woman opened her eyes and stared at Zach, seemingly out of curiosity, "You are exactly what Sibella said." As she said that, she stretched out her slender hand, as if to Touch Zach…
"Ahem!" Walter cleared his throat.
"Oh, I'm sorry." Maggie retracted her hand in embarrassment, looked at Zach's slightly tilted head with a nonchalant expression, took a deep breath, and seriously extended the invitation, "Zachary Grande, I allow you to enter my property. land."
Zach nodded again and looked at Maggie gratefully, "Thank you."
Please don't take this invitation too seriously. Maggie can allow it at this time or reject it at any time. And please remember, Maggie invited 'Zachary Grande'. If our vampire identity as 'Zachary Grande' becomes invalid, it will be like Ian's identity certificate as Anthony's brother is destroyed. , that he would be burned to death, as this allowed, would no longer hold.
Although now may not be the time to talk about this, do you still remember Zach wondering if the secret alliance that has occupied the central part of the Federation for four centuries because of the popularity of mere cremation needs to give up its territory and leave
Under the guidance of Maggie and Walter, Zach officially stepped in, stepping on the soft carpet on the walkway, and entered her real home. The vampire looked around casually. This woman wearing old clothes and running a small perfume shop is very rich. (A great pie-in-the-sky event, a cool mobile phone is waiting for you! Follow ~ click/public account (add friends on WeChat-add public account-enter dd), participate now! Everyone will win a prize, follow dd now WeChat public account!)(..)