Outside the police station, James opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat without saying a word. Zach hesitated for a while before Shi Shiran got on... When he arrived, he was stuffed into the back seat as a prisoner, so Zach took a sip of wine and sat in the passenger seat on the return trip.
This is a huge sacrifice. It's past noon, and the sun is heading west. On the way back, Zach can't take it away...
"Don't you want to know why your team leader asked you to drop this case? I heard it." This sacrifice was naturally to appease James' little heart.
James glanced sideways at Zach and didn't want to pay attention to this guy gloomily. What hurt James even more was the professional indignity of being asked to take Zach back in person.
Zach raised his eyebrows. Before he came out, the female team leader, who was James' direct supervisor, only told Detective Coulson when conveying the order from the boss of the police station. The order James received was actually From his partner Coulson. There is a sentence in it that makes Zach feel a little sympathetic to James, and it goes like this -
"Lance is not from Patton. I don't expect him to understand the impact of 'Herman' on Patton. You are. You are also Lance's partner. You go and solve it."
Coulson's solution is, "You brought this person (referring to Zach) and you offended him. Apologize! Send him back properly! Then go to Amelia's place! This is the last time I will cover for you! You feel guilty Click! Let’s go! Let’s go! I’m your partner! I’m not your toilet cleaner!”
Coulson didn't solve anything, but transferred. He was an old police detective and a veteran. James, you deserve so much sympathy.
When the police station gradually retreated and disappeared from the window of the departing car, Zach waved his hand, leaning against the backrest in a weird posture, pulling the rocker of the seatback, and leaning back little by little, "You know. It's better this way. Okay, the police will drop this case completely. If you follow the method I originally thought, you will hate the current situation even more."
James still didn't speak, silently increasing the accelerator. There was no more annoying situation for him than now, when he caught someone in front of everyone. He now wants to send it back in person. And this person is still a vampire who will never shut up, thinks he is superior to all humans, and is habitually pointing fingers - Zach. Feel it.
Zach found a comfortable angle, almost half-lying and looking at the rear view, which just reflected James's gloomy eyes. Zach moved his body comfortably. James's car is really nice and the seats are soft enough. Why didn't I notice it before
Zach was unaware of this and was no different from Deser. There were veins popping up in the corners of James' eyes that couldn't be seen in the rearview mirror. What else can I do but endure it
"You should think so." The overly comfortable vampire raised his hands in front of his half-lying body and gestured, "Things can only go in two directions. You can either lock me in the police station and hold the writer in your arms. He was framed by me and went to track him down against his will. He was also worried about whether I would stay at the police station honestly and not do anything 'something'."
Zach raised an eyebrow. After a pause, "Or. Like now, you can keep an eye on me at any time and don't have to worry about anything. We can find the person who wrote the letter together."
Of course, we won’t let everyone ignore this incident just because the police let it go!
Because 'Toledo' appears in the title, Zach will definitely pursue it. As for James, let this kind of thing go. I'm afraid it doesn't exist in his consciousness.
The frown in the rearview mirror became even tighter, and the few eyeballs that had been compressed were slightly turned sideways. James really didn't want to turn around and look at Zach, who was using his car as a bed. Expressing "I'm looking at you" from the rearview mirror was the limit of what James could do.
Zach adjusted his body again. With an expression of exertion, someone's image gradually became clearer in the rearview mirror.
The corners of James' eyes twitched, and he turned away with a ferocious face. He stepped on the pedal again, accelerating even more!
Zach was still unconscious, and he let out a sigh of relief, and the influence in the rearview mirror jumped a few times and disappeared.
"It's really difficult." Zach suddenly spoke to himself, "This is much more complicated than acting under the sun. I need to 'reject' any light source that shines on me..."
Wrong, Zach was still a little self-conscious, stretched out his hand, and patted Hams on the shoulder, "Oh, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have told you this, you wouldn't understand." Zach curled his lips perversely, "Only a vampire would understand."
James kicked the accelerator hard. Everyone understands.
A few surges of speed are nothing to a vampire. On the contrary, Zach also enjoyed it. Although humans don't understand many things, it is undeniable that they understand too many things, such as how to keep their clothes neat and tidy while moving at breaking physical speeds - sitting in a car. This world really cannot do without human beings.
Zach raised his head and looked at the rapidly receding scenery outside the window. This was just a reminder to him that the time for the return journey would be shortened, and he needed to hurry up if he wanted not to waste this journey.
"James." Zach lay halfway on the back of the chair and closed his eyes comfortably, "You haven't told the sender of the letter you saw yet."
James said nothing.
Zach continued, "How did you see the second letter being sent? Who was that person?"
not talking.
"James? I asked you a question, please answer." Zach continued.
not talking.
"James?" continued.
Same as above.
"James?"
Same as above.
"James?"
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Amidst the harsh friction that could be heard in the car, Zach's knees hit the front of the seat due to inertia. The seat belt was fastened diagonally and pulled up the shirt that Zach had arranged meticulously. It was stuck on Zach's chin. The clothes wrinkled ridiculously on the upper body, pooled on the chest, and exposed the entire belly.
"Get down!" James pressed his sore chest and looked at the embarrassed Zach and said fiercely, "Now!"
Zach's hand fiddled with the lever, and the backrest slowly dragged Zach up slowly, "Well done, James, great job." Zach tugged at the corner of his mouth, just now he was still praising humans in his heart, Look at it now.
While sorting and straightening the clothes, he looked at the scenery outside the window, "Where is this?"
"It's none of your business! Get down!" James shouted.
Zach ignored it and continued to tidy up his appearance in the car, tilting his head and looking at the building in front of him.
There was a lot of noise when James parked his car, and someone had already poked their head out from behind the window of the building to see. This was obviously still the North District. It seemed that James was not going to send Zach back.
Zach saw Emilia opening the curtains and looking over at a certain window, and understood.
Zach pursed his lips, "How long will your treatment take?"
James took out the key, pulled on the seat belt, and said one word at a time, "No, it's none of your business!"
"What do you usually talk about?" Zach slowly unbuttoned each button, smoothed every inch of fabric, and buttoned it again. Showing off his disheveled appearance was still in front of the girlfriend of a deceased ghoul who felt a little guilty. impossible.
Repeat the above sentence word for word.
Zach glanced at James and shook his head.
Smoothing out the last wrinkle, Zach pushed open the door. Looking up, he glanced at Amelia behind a certain floor-to-ceiling window, then ignored James and walked towards the roadside.
Lucky for me, the platform is right next to it. (..)