Zach adjusted his breathing before getting in the car.
This expression is actually just a metaphor. Breathing is of no use to vampires. This action is just a 'habit' left over from when they were still humans.
If you think about it seriously, we usually don't remember that we are breathing. We are so accustomed to it that we neglect it. The vampire just forgot to break this 'habit' that was so 'slight' that even the humans themselves didn't remember it.
As Zach once said to Ian, this is just an anthropomorphic way of saying that vampires can control heartbeats and blood flow, something that humans cannot do.
In short, Zach did this for a while, then got on the bus, leaving traces of his distorted figure on the bus mirror for the driver and conductor to observe the passengers, and finally sat in the corner.
Zach felt that he was wasting some of his energy. It was a midsummer afternoon, and he was on the bus to the South District. There were not many passengers on the bus, so it would be easier to use the Charming Eye.
But then I thought about it, this new skill must be mastered sooner or later, just treat it as practice.
Zach looked out the car window and couldn't help but shake his head. James seemed not to be ready to send him back in the first place. Zach simply lay down on the comfortable seat and panned east and west for a certain distance. The current bus didn't even reach Pai Siying.
Okay, understandable. James was watched by his colleagues as he arrested and sent people away. There was no need to go to Grande anymore, and he was despised by all the aliens in Grande. Just think about the way Louise, the only one in Grande who can calm James, would look at him! It’s quite normal not to want to face it.
"Paisin Activity Center (the name of the station in Paisin and Southeast, east of Ogier Street, west of Route 27, so dilapidated that it may be demolished at any time, Volume 11, 10 buses.)" Station report The sound sounded.
This is the last stop before the southern border of the North District. Most of the few passengers got off here.
But someone did come up, a couple, well, let’s call them male and female for now.
Zach glanced casually at the two people who got in the car. They were both ordinary people. A young man in his twenties and a middle-aged woman in her forties.
The only weird thing was that after getting on the bus, the woman stood in front of the conductor, rummaging through her large bag as if looking for change, "Baby, be a sweetheart and find a good seat first."
baby
Zach certainly doesn’t judge casually, there are many situations. Zach is not at a level where he can slander strangers casually.
Instead, Zach adjusted his breathing again with the idea of practicing new skills. Because the young man acted in an age-inappropriate manner, waving his head like a big-headed doll and looking around in the empty car. Seems to be very obedient and looking for a 'good' position seriously.
Zach couldn't guarantee whether the other person would look in the mirror. Practicing skills, our vampire Zack is very normal.
Sure enough, when he saw the man somewhere in the mirror stopped, Zach pursed his lips. He adjusted his breathing slightly 'forcefully' again to make the image in the mirror more stable.
what else can we do. On a midsummer afternoon, the only 'good' seat on the bus was in the corner, out of the sun, and Zach took it.
The man blinked at the mirror, looked at Zach himself, and blinked.
Zach winked as well, meaning. 'I'm not going to give up my seat, look elsewhere, thank you. '
The man blinked again, with no clear meaning.
Zach twitched the corners of his mouth and looked away. Just ignore it.
Zach's thoughts were wonderful, but the reality was not so wonderful.
The man wearing a T-shirt with a weird robot pattern came into his line of sight. He stared at Zach's turned head, frowned, and sat down next to Zach.
Zach looked at this 'baby' who was extremely obsessed with a 'good' seat, frowned, turned his head, looked out the window, and continued to ignore it. The bus only temporarily stopped moving and the surrounding scenery did not change. Zach was a little bored.
It only took a moment for this boredom to change. Zach could clearly feel eyes staring at the back of his head. The worst thing was that on the back of his neck, he could feel the breathing of a certain persistent 'baby' becoming more and more obvious. That guy is approaching!
Zach turned his head helplessly and saw a pair of staring eyes, almost pressing his own in front of him.
Zach frowned, moved back slightly, and said, "Sir, it's too close." He stretched out his hand, ready to push this inexplicable guy away...
"Hug, I'm sorry!" the woman's voice sounded, and she seemed a little anxious, accompanied by the sound of shuffling and colliding with the odds and ends in her bag. "I remember I brought some change. Can you wait..." She was obviously talking to her. The conductor in front of her said with an impatient expression.
The eyes of Zach and the man next to him were attracted. This was not a bus or an open public space. In fact, all the passengers still on the bus looked over there.
The conductor felt the gaze and glanced at the man sitting in the corner, "Sir, don't you have one?"
The man next to Zach stood up, put his hands into his trouser pockets, turned the entire pocket out, and dangled it on his legs, showing the empty pockets, and shook his head at the conductor like a rattle.
The conductor clicked his tongue, opened the corner of his mouth, opened his satchel, and took out a pile of change worth a dozen dollars, "I can find you, everyone is waiting, hurry up."
It seemed that Zach was probably the only one who didn't secretly criticize strangers. Zach frowned, watching the man put it back in his pocket in a gesture that was not consistent with adult behavior, and sat back down next to him. Zach pursed his lips.
"Okay, okay! Wait!" The woman was obviously a little flustered. She rummaged through the messy bag. With sweat stains on her forehead, she finally took out a handbag, opened it, and pulled out a five among a bunch of thoughts. More than ten dollars, hand it over.
The conductor clicked his tongue again and signaled to the driver, and the bus started moving.
It's not over yet.
"Be careful! Count clearly!" The conductor stuffed the change into the woman's hand one by one.
In the swaying carriage, it is an embarrassing task to pack up the messed up bags and count the change at the same time, under the watchful eyes of other strangers. The increasingly anxious woman is proof of this.
But, after all, they are strangers, and they are just a little embarrassed after all, and no one will do anything to help. The midsummer afternoon is already hot enough, and everyone has their own irritability. How can you let a stranger's little encounter arouse your emotions? This is stupid.
The bus passed through Paising and entered the South District. Zach could not stop the inexplicable man from staring at him. He could only look sideways at the retreating Hermann factory outside the window.
Hermann has done a pretty good job, and there is no sign of the place closing now. You can still hear the metallic sounds of work in the workshop. I just don't know how long it can last.
Zach felt someone sitting down next to him again. His wife wiped the sweat on her forehead and tried to use a relaxed tone, "Baby, next time, remind mom to bring change, otherwise I will always forget!"
Zach raised his eyebrows, oh, so this is the situation. Looking back, one of a mother's jobs is to prevent her children from causing trouble to others. Zach leaned forward in anticipation, preparing to remind the mother of a few small things to pay attention to.
However, after the woman finished speaking, she lowered her head, placed the rummaged bag in front of her legs, and was finally able to sort out the things in the bag.
Zach looked at the man staring at him next to him, shook his head, forget it, turned his head again and looked out the window.
Because the two of them got off the bus after two stops, Zach came to this conclusion because he saw the contents of the woman's messy bag. Ceres, who had been waiting for the bus, brought the same thing, a plastic medicine bottle. and prescriptions.
Their destination was already very clear, it was the drugstore next to Big Q. Remember, Ceres and Zach once shared the same bus, which was also their destination.
And Zach's eyesight was good enough that he saw the name of the label on the pill bottle. It's really a coincidence that it falls into the same category as the medicine that Siris needs to prescribe for his fiancée. It's not to cure physical injuries, but to control certain... Well, everyone understands.
Zach decided that this little time would be enough to endure. The persistent 'baby' suddenly changed from being inexplicable to being worthy of sympathy.
'Just look at it. 'Zac turned the back of his head to the man indifferently and thought.
Zach is really not a good idol. (..)