In Old Hardy's home, a square table suddenly appeared on the first floor. It was pressed on the carpet and stuck at the back of the living room near the walkway. Old Hardy snorted, "What a good thing you did!"
Zach pouted, not intending to explain. Implementing Grande's rules facilitated this moment. As for what old Hardy thinks, it’s none of his business!
Old Hardy didn't get a response from Zach, so he pushed open the door to the basement and tugged at the corner of his mouth in annoyance. As a gray professional, he couldn't force Zach to give an answer, and he was quite helpless, "Where's the other person? Why are you the only one?"
Of course Zach wouldn't answer, but asked with a smile, "Where are the little guys?"
Old Hardy snorted loudly and said, "I've already left!" There were holes in the house for no reason. He asked the unconscious guy in the backyard. He didn't know anything. He said with a confused face that he just went to get a drink. Why was he lying on the ground? . In this case, ghosts will appear only if they don’t drive people away.
Old Hardy glanced at Zach again, snorted, and glanced at the messy basement irritably, "Have you all checked?"
"I found something interesting." Zach felt a little embarrassed. When I left, I was worried that Alpha would lose control again and be too hasty. Now I'm back in this basement again. The debris in the first half has been completely scrapped and scattered everywhere. In the second half of Woody's residence, a twisted metal bed lies In place, the already miserable living space became even more miserable.
Zach shook his head, ignoring the unnecessary guilt for the time being, "I want you to tell me where those things came from."
"Hmph, what is it?" Old Hardy shook his head with a helpless expression, "Are you asking about the drugs or the collected blood bottles?"
Zach looked at old Hardy, this old man should know something, and thought for a moment. Deciding to start from the beginning, "Tell me first how you found out that Woody was missing."
"Four days in a row." Old Hardy frowned and replied angrily, "I wasn't woken up by this kid when I was sleeping at night, so what the hell!"
Zach pouted. "I need more."
Beside the twisted and collapsed metal bed, the bucket that Benjamin had fished out before had been overturned, and black and gray ashes were scattered around. Old Hardy pointed to the ashes, "Do you know what that is?"
Zach shook his head, waiting for an explanation.
Old Hardy twitched his lips and snorted in disgust, "I promised to give this kid a place to live! But I didn't promise him to treat this place as his home!"
Zach didn't say anything. There must be a follow-up to this inexplicable complaint, so don't worry.
"One day, I actually found a mail package addressed to this guy in my mailbox!" Old Hardy said bitterly.
Zach couldn't quite understand the origin of this complaint. "What's the problem? He lives here, this is his address."
"Of course!" Old Hardy's hand circled around the basement, "He has no address!" Then he raised his hand, "He has no right to regard these things as his own! These are all mine! Not his. ! He can’t move casually!”
Zach pursed his lips and shook his head, not wanting to argue about this issue. If this scene happened between a couple who broke up, it would make sense to argue over the ownership of the email. In the case of a pair of grandparents and grandchildren, Zach understands incompetence.
Zach waved. "Are you telling me that these burned things are mail?" Zach paused, "Tell me, are you peeking at Woody's mail?"
"Of course I want to see it!" Old Hardy yelled in a matter-of-fact manner, "Whatever is sent to my home belongs to me! What do you mean by peeking! I just see it openly!"
Zach waved. Not bothering to argue, this was a good thing for the commission, "What is written in the letter? Who is the sender?"
"I said it's mail! Not just letters, but packages!" Old Hardy glanced at Zach with disgust, "Are you even listening?"
From when I received the call from Old Hardy early in the morning. Zach felt that this was an old man who was difficult to get along with, and now this feeling is being increasingly confirmed. It didn't matter anymore, Zach waved his hand, "What kind of package is that."
"A bottle of blood!" Old Hardy roughly used his foot to open the still intact bedside table. It was now empty, and the items had been swept away by Zach. "These are the blood bottles you took away!"
Zach frowned, the feeling that he didn't want to check those blood bottles was getting stronger and stronger. God knows where they were sent from? !
"Who is the sender?"
"Eli..."
An unfamiliar name, but I seem to have heard it somewhere. While the vampire slightly pulled the corners of his mouth and watched Old Hardy open and close his lips, he was also thinking about where the faint feeling of familiarity came from.
"Toledo."
The thinking stopped.
"Eli Toledo!" Old Hardy looked at Zach's suddenly glazed eyes, frowned, thinking that this guy was distracted, and repeated to him loudly, "Hey! I asked you, are you listening to me? talk!"
The vampire's eyes turned to look at Old Hardy with an impatient expression, and the corners of his mouth curled up, "I'm listening. Continue."
"Hmph!" Old Hardy shook his head and curled his lips, "You said he was the lead singer of some ghost band or something! Anyway, I never understand what these young people are playing!" He complained self-consciously, raising his eyebrows. He said, "In addition to the blood bottle, there is also a note saying that I really like Woody's 'contribution'. This is a reward!"
"'Contribution'?" Zach raised an eyebrow, "You should be more detailed."
"Details? What details?!" Old Hardy glared at Zach, "How do I know what 'contribution' means! God knows that before that email came, this ghost guy Woody used my address to give this guy named Eli The guy sent something!”
Zach waved his hand, "Didn't you ask? Don't you think it's suspicious that blood will be sent by mail? After all, Woody still lives under your roof."
"Of course I asked!" Old Hardy replied angrily, "He didn't say!"
"Then what?"
"Humph, then I started intercepting every email from him!"
Zach raised his eyebrows, "Do you get a lot of emails like this?"
"How many bottles did you take away?" Old Hardy asked.
"About a dozen bottles." Zach didn't count them in detail, but he understood what Old Hardy meant.
"More than that!" Old Hardy glanced at Zach, "There are thousands and hundreds of them! Almost every few days, I will clean up some of them! This situation lasted for almost two months!"
Zach opened his mouth, but didn't want to make any inferences for the time being and shook his head.
"Don't think that I am useless because I am an old man!" Old Hardy glared at Zach, "I have seen countless bloody scenes in my life! When I saw the red stain on the broken and scattered glass bottles, I instinctively You know these things need to be 'cleaned' away!"
ha! It turns out it’s because of the profession!
"You're covering for Woody." Zach narrowed his eyes and raised his eyebrows, "Tell me more, please." (..)