Grande's truck was parked in the narrow driveway, and the front porch door had been pushed open. It seemed that a certain old man was impatient to wait.
Hardy was as agile as Old Hank. He quickly walked towards the two Grande brothers who had just gotten out of the car, looking up and down, "That old guy Grande's wild species?!"
It's really rude, but reasonable enough. People of the older generation should know the real old Grande very well, because according to the information forced by Old Hank, they were once partners, cleaning and cleaning up at various 'sites' together. Their close relationship means that they have no secrets from each other.
Zach raised his arms, nodded slightly in the sun, and smiled, "I am my brother Zach, and this is my brother Benjamin."
Hardy waved his hand, obviously too lazy to pursue more things, and was about to lead the two of them into the house, "You are so slow! Hurry up and follow, in the basement..."
A boy and a girl half-grown-up pushed open the door and stepped out onto the front porch. The girl was obviously unhappy, with a fresh and beautiful face, while the boy frowned and followed closely behind, as if he wanted to say something but was afraid of offending the other person.
"Eddie!" Old Hardy yelled, as angry as Old Hank, but he didn't seem to be as indifferent to what was happening as Old Hank, and asked loudly, "What are you doing!"
"Buy something!" Eddie glanced at the old man and replied angrily.
"Wait!" Old Hardy asked, "What are you buying?" It's okay if the little guy doesn't come. If he comes, he is the guardian and has the responsibility. He can't let these little guys go unchecked during the holidays. Running around!
Eddie was entangled, and Elena didn't want to pay attention and went further and further away. Old Hardy glanced at the two Grande brothers, looking in a dilemma.
Zach shrugged and pointed toward the room, "You said basement."
Old Hardy nodded and took out the key. Eddie pushed the reluctant Eddie into his car, started it, caught up with the girl with a straight face, waited for the girl to get in the car, and drove away.
Zach glanced at the disappearing car and pushed open the front door. I have no other feeling except that the little girl has quite a personality.
Grande's two brothers scanned the room. It's a very ordinary home. There are various photos on the walls and tables. It seems that Old Hardy once had a big family. The bedrooms on the second floor were all empty except for the master bedroom, and Zach didn't hear the voice of the hostess, so she was probably gone.
There was a little guy in the backyard, and he didn't know what he was doing. Zach wasn't very curious and went directly to the basement under the stairs. When he opened the door, he was greeted by a smell unique to a single young men's dormitory with a damp and musty smell. The vampire and the alpha waved. Drive away this unpleasant smell.
Old Hank only had one sentence to describe Woody, "That guy is a bastard, he doesn't touch anything!" '
This basically sums up the background. In this house where Old Hardy obviously lives alone, a basement is set aside to house this guy who everyone hates. How annoying is Woody? I hate it so much that there is a vacant room on the second floor of Old Hardy's house, and I don't want to let him live there.
The entire basement space was divided into two parts, and the area near the stairs was filled with debris. The place inside is where Zach and Benjamin are now. The middle was separated by a yellow and mildew-stained curtain. Behind the curtain, there is a bed, a bedside table, a small square table, a washbasin exposed on the wall, and some musical instruments blocking the pipes on the wall.
Before Zach came, he asked Old Hank why Old Hardy thought he didn't want the police involved. Old Hank didn't bother to explain, but now Zach himself can see it.
There is a simple metal bed next to the water pipe in the basement. There are mushrooms growing on the legs of the cabinet. Well, they are mushrooms. On the bedside table with mushrooms growing on the legs, there was an undisguised plastic packet containing several pills. This is obviously not a prescription drug.
Zach pressed his fingers to his nose. Picking up the small plastic bag and shaking it, "Do you think this is a Smith product?"
Benjamin took it and twitched his lips, "Maybe." He threw it back on the table and glanced around, "What do we want to see?"
Zach pursed his lips and fiddled with the integrated player on the bedside table. This bulky machine seemed to integrate the functions of a radio, player, and recorder. Zach opened the cassette door, took out a black tape, and looked at the words written on the box with a marker, "'Ode to Blood'?"
Obviously, I didn’t buy the released album at Le Store, I recorded it myself.
"Put it on and listen." Benjamin raised his eyebrows and glanced at the instrument behind him, "Looks like he's a bass player."
This wasn't good news for Zach, who didn't like any genre where the bass was present in many genres of music. Often this means that there is a highly inflammatory vent in the music that is directed towards others. Yeah, that's why Zach doesn't like rock music.
Provocative music is considered auditory kidnapping by Zach. Once the ears are caught by the melody, the listener will naturally be incited and infected by the cathartic emotions in the music. What is it if it's not kidnapping? I don’t know where this kind of mixed recognition comes from.
One can only think that our vampire prefers to decide his own emotions and does not want his emotions to be affected by others. Maybe that's why he prefers jazz without the constraints of a structural framework.
Zach reluctantly pressed play. Benjamin didn't know what to watch, so he squatted down next to Zach and opened the cabinet door below.
When the first sound of drum hammers hit, Alpha pulled the vampire who wanted to stay away to check other places.
"What are you doing..." Before Zach could finish his words, Benjamin had already moved away, letting the vampire's eyes fall directly on a row of red vials neatly arranged in the cabinet.
There was no transition. In the intense melody, Zach knelt down, frowned, took out a bottle, and shook it. The thick red liquid swayed and stained the bottle wall, and then slowly slid down the bottle wall. .
Zach pointed his finger on the mouth of the bottle, "The seal is good, should I open it and take a look?"
"It's blood." Benjamin had already come to the conclusion and ignored Zach. He opened the bottle in the cabinet, reached deep and took out a metal box.
Zach hesitated for a moment, put down the vial temporarily, and watched Benjamin open the box.
It is a disassembled and cleaned syringe, rubber band, disinfectant alcohol and other miscellaneous items.
"What is this?" Benjamin frowned. He was not asking about the contents of the box he found, but looked up at the player, glanced at Zack, and twitched the corner of his mouth, "It sounds like punk. "
Zack shrugged, he didn't know what punk was, that was Benjamin's domain.
"But I think they are imitating goths." Benjamin tugged at the corner of his mouth, "The imitation is not very good."
Alpha became an expert in the genres of music that vampires disliked. (..)