Benjamin went to the second floor to see 'Cook's Kitchen' as he wished. The fundamental reason was that he led Zach's thinking in another direction.
Everyone should be able to understand that the little thing that was originally thought to be just a fly on the corner of the table is now lying on the bridge of the nose of our vampire, Toledo, Zach.
The content of the letter, apart from the title, was not threatening, but after Benjamin summarized it for us, he added a question, "Do you want to call the police..." He waved his hand, "Tell James."
Zach wanted to make this matter only a personal issue for Toledo, who acted as a 'boy' hero, but it didn't work because it involved a James case.
The case that made James disappointed with the police station he was in was solved in front of Zach in a strange way.
If Zach is a good citizen, James-Detective Lance, a competent informant, he should hand over this letter! In the case folder, because of Zach's relationship, there are no clues at all, whether it is a confession or evidence collection. And this letter gave enough clues.
Zach had taken blood from 23 people in the early hours of Monday morning. Whether it was a coincidence or something, a 'boy' had been beaten, scolded, and bullied by 23 people! This 'boy' will not be so 'invisible', he will soon be found as the murderer and the case will be solved. It doesn’t even take much effort, it’s just a visit.
However, the connection between this clue can only be circulated directly between James and Zach. Not to mention the title of 'Toledo' at the beginning of the letter, even the reason why James came to the conclusion that the murderer was following Zach's actions was unknown. It cannot be spread out on the countertop!
How to spread it out? James said to his colleagues, "There is a vampire in Barton who is going to the Republic to save people, so he has been stealing people's blood in the southeast these days. The murderer must be following this vampire." Vampires have the ability to make people forget everything that happened, so we don't have a clue'...
What makes Zach even more hesitant is that when it comes to Toledo, Zach doesn't want James, no, he doesn't want any human beings to be involved in the incident.
Or should I say so. In Zach's heart, he didn't want James to give up the case completely, for the reasons mentioned before.
Zach asked James to treat Grande fairly. Now Southeast is being treated unfairly. Zach is not happy to see this situation. This is empathy. If there is injustice and prejudice against humans, how can Zach ask humans to be fair to Grande
James' performance is in line with his usual persistence, and Zach believes that James will not give up the case easily. Then that's a problem, this 'boy'. Even Toledo wrote it, obviously knowing Zach’s true identity, and asking James and the human police to chase such a person, Zach didn’t know what would happen, and he didn’t know what it would do to his identity. Influence.
Zach hopes that the police will catch the murderer to make up for the injustice that has occurred, and at the same time hopes that the murderer will be "unpunished" to ensure the safety of James and Zach themselves.
Alas, at this time. Zach needed something to distract his already knotted mind. To put it bluntly, it means delaying the time to solve the problem.
Zach drank two glasses of 'wine' and tried to maintain a leisurely attitude. Passing through the backyard shrouded in red sunlight, we walked towards the warehouse to the south.
Jackson's funeral services.
Due to the absence of Old Hank, Grande is temporarily unable to provide customized coffin services. Bisipf... No, Ms. Sher expressed her understanding and was willing to select a coffin from Grande's inventory. She had no choice. This is the only traditional funeral industry, and there is only one coffin maker, Old Hank.
All the new coffins in the showroom were destroyed by Skoll. Fortunately, Old Hank was a strange old man with poor hobbies and a boring life. Every one or two months, a batch of new works will be put in the showroom to pass the time.
When the warehouse on the south side of the Grand was not built, the old coffins had no choice but to be demolished. Now there is a place to store it.
Zach opened the warehouse door, waved his hand to disperse the dust, frowned, judged the direction, and walked towards the place where the coffins were piled.
Tomorrow, Sher will come to select the coffin in person, and will also go to the reserved cemetery accompanied by the owner of Grande. Finally, we have to go to the Church of the Holy Son to make some arrangements for the ceremony and select a priest. It's going to be a busy day.
Zach selected a few coffins according to Sher's description, and there was no sign of Zach's ink. He pulled his arm east and west, and the coffin was balanced on Zach's shoulders, and he came out carrying a coffin. . It was easily placed under the carpentry shed in the backyard, ready for Sher to choose tomorrow.
Zach went back again, easily carried the coffin out and put it down.
"This scene is so representative." John poked his head out from the second floor of Benjamin's warehouse and said to Zach below, "Even if you are doing the lowest work of human beings, human beings have to pay more than they can bear, but you are just It’s so easy to just raise your hand, that’s not fair.”
At this time, he was obviously not talking about the funeral industry, but manual labor.
Zach looked up and looked at the Indian wizard. He was right, physical labor was too easy for a vampire to take on the important task of distracting one's thoughts.
But Zach curled his lips, and the Indian wizard could take over, "Then you come down, for the sake of fairness, you do the work, and I will pay you and become an employee."
John's face darkened, he glared at Zach, disappeared out of the window, and went downstairs.
When John walked out of the warehouse, Zach had already carried the third coffin out.
"You are misinterpreting my words." John had no intention of helping at all, and followed Zach back to the warehouse again, "What I said is unfair..."
"I know." Zach smiled and waved his hand, "Are you talking about the unfairness of aliens living in human society to humans?"
Exactly, why do you say that, below.
John didn't reply, and watched as Zac pulled the coffin, easily carried it on his shoulders, and walked out.
"Can I ask you a question, John." Zach tilted his head, "Who are you?" Zach tugged at the corner of his mouth, "A federal undercover agent who gave up the surname Yinghuo and has no identity, an expert on Papa Midnight, and an Indian The wizard who brings peace to the people, the hunter who hunts down alien races..."
Zach paused, "I'm here to fight for my sister's brother." He shook his head, "Who are you?"
John frowned and thought for a moment, "All of them."
"Okay." Zach curled up the corners of his mouth, "I won't be fair to you in fighting for Alice, because you have a blood connection that is within the short lifespan of human beings, and Grande will never be able to match it."
Zach raised his hand, "Wizards and hunters, Benjamin will not be fair to you. I don't need to remind you of the history of werewolves and wizards, unless you retire like Sibella."
Zach raised his eyebrows and continued, "Hero, don't expect anyone to be fair to you. You have no right to exist."
"You have no right to say that my way of life is unfair." (..)