On the comb-shaped Becky map, Zach drove the truck into the comb, looked sideways at the people passing by, and counted in a low voice, "First, second, and finally, Third Street."
Zach slowed down and recalled seeing the address in the restaurant. He squinted and reluctantly searched for the number plate in a row of cluttered signboards.
This is a difficult task. Who would have thought that the editorial department of a magazine is hidden in a teahouse.
Zach frowned, he couldn't understand the meaning of ordinary people willing to spend money for such activities. This is natural. Zach, who is grateful for the good skin and red eyes given by his parents, does not need to use money in exchange for this kind of service. Just ask Louise.
Our vampire walked through the side corridor of the teahouse, passed the nameplates of 'Wild Lily', 'Golden Daisy', 'Brilliant Rose'..., and lightly covered his itchy nose that was fragrant with the sweet fragrance of powder, Zach stepped on Stairs going up.
Maybe it was because the red-pink atmosphere of the teahouse extended to the top. Zach frowned and looked at a small iron door exposed in the light that was smudged pink, whether it was an illusion or infected by the incense in the teahouse. The rusty nameplate beside the door reads 'Urban Legend - Barton Weekly Editorial Department'.
Zach raised his hand to ring the doorbell, but just halfway, Zach stopped, frowned and moved slightly closer to the closed iron door, tilting his ears. Listen, there is a light sobbing sound inside.
"Yes, I'm sorry..." It was an apologetic female voice.
"I'm sorry, it's no use." A calm male voice said, "I appreciate your magazine's perseverance." He paused, then continued, "But I also despise your magazine's unprofessionalism in my work."
Zach raised his eyebrows, this male voice sounded familiar. Zach rubbed his chin and thought about it, where had he heard that
"Really, really. I'm sorry..." The aggrieved female voice was sobbing, and her voice had a special breakpoint that made people unable to help but sympathize. "I... I'm sorry for the trouble I've caused you... "
"I said it's no use repeating your sorry to me." The male voice that was familiar to Zach didn't seem to sympathize with the apologetic woman at all. "The same goes for my client. He won't be satisfied with what I brought back..." The man seemed to do it. What move (close to the sobbing woman and glanced at the name tag on her chest), waited a moment before continuing, "There is only a personal apology from the 'editor'."
Zach automatically imagined the man's sarcastic expression, because he immediately said, "'Some third-rate, no, lowest-rate magazine editor Riley, publicly apologizes to Lister.' Can you hear it? It doesn't make any sense."
Zach curled up his lips. He remembered this man's voice. He had also chatted with this man at a party in a bar. He was a lawyer. Perhaps the most typical representative of the gray professional circle, a gray person who is a little white and a little black, freely shuttles between the two worlds. Don’t fail to understand, everyone, look at Grande and Nuo. Even the 'General' is an informant of the Barton Police Department. Isn't this white? As for black, isn't it explained
Zach became a little interested and stood outside the room slightly sideways. It sounded like the magazine had offended Liszt. How could he not be interested, just like a beggar offending a well-dressed rich man on the street. Everyone loves to watch this kind of drama.
"Yes, right..."
"Okay." The male lawyer seemed a little impatient, "You seem to only be able to speak these few words. I don't have time to waste here with you." He took out something, and Zach heard the sound of paper turning. . "My client's request is very simple. Your magazine needs to compensate for all losses of the Lister Weekly Shopping Guide magazine owned by the Lister Group, and publicly apologize to all sponsors of the Weekly Shopping Guide."
Zach raised his eyebrows, our vampire doesn't know that Lister actually also makes a magazine, 'Weekly Shopping Guide'? In order to get the citizens of Barton to spend money in Liszt, these people are really smart enough.
But Zach is more curious about how a magazine like "Urban Legends" offended Lister. Let Zach continue to listen curiously.
"This, this is impossible!" The sobbing female voice known as Editor Riley shouted in surprise. She seemed to have no problem with apologizing. She should be very good at it, but, "Why, how come there are so many! We can't afford it at all." Pay these compensations!”
Zach twitched his lips, he really wanted to know the specific figure of the so-called compensation. Our vampires are no different from us when it comes to the psychology of watching a movie.
"Whether you can afford it or not is your business and has nothing to do with me or my client." The lawyer replied coldly, "This is just a condition I am proposing on behalf of my client. If you don't accept it, we can challenge it in court." See, trust me, those numbers will double by then.”
"No, it's impossible..." Riley's tone was still in disbelief, her voice was broken by sobs, and she was a little incoherent, "I, we just asked the printing house to wait, wait for half an hour..."
Zach doesn't quite understand, so let him continue to listen and think by the door. The one-sided crushing conversation inside is still continuing.
Seemingly showing sympathy, the lawyer tutted, "You're just unlucky. Lister just and 'Kozier' (clothing brand, James is wearing). Initially, Zach decided to save the dying James It’s because of the outfit James wore (Volume 1.) Cooperation and advertising in "Weekly Shopping Guide", the time you wasted actually has no benefit, it just hurts Liszt..." The lawyer snorted, "Image."
Zach touched his chin and curled his lips. Because Zach thought of something that he was not very happy about. Our vampire also did something that offended Liszt. Don't forget Herman's lunch.
After the incident at the luncheon, Zach was banned from entering all Liszt's properties. Then according to the news that Smith told Zach, they followed Zach's reminder when he left and sealed off the Lister Building. Although they did not find the person who tried to harm Mrs. Quinn, they did find Val in the waiter of the Lister Building. Mina', and made it clear that their employees were mixed with people who shouldn't be there!
When it comes to hurting his 'image', Zach still doesn't quite understand what they mean by 'delaying half an hour', but Zach is aware that he has also hurt Liszt a lot! Why didn't Zach receive any compensation claims for defamation
Zach shook his head to get rid of this sudden interruption and continued to listen.
but. The atmosphere seems to have changed.
It was as if after hearing the lawyer's explanation, he was sobbing hopelessly, and the soft moans began to penetrate the space like soft water. Little by little, a female voice named Riley fainted from the door opposite Zach, with a pink halo.
Zach frowned again. Because he heard echoes that shouldn't be here, layered and lingering. The pink light was strange, as if overflowing, seeping out through the rusty iron door in front of me...
Zach squinted his eyes, took a step back, and stared at the iron door wrapped in pink. Red flashed in his pupils for an instant.
Came across something interesting.
"Please, please let me go..."
Zach raised his hand and pressed it on the iron door. There is nothing to hesitate. The lawyer is a member of his gray professional circle and one of his own. Our vampire has not yet listened to his own people and was toyed with by a seductress.
boom!
The iron door in front of him was pushed open by Zach. After the sound of metal breaking (lock), the gray-brown iron door was suddenly opened. It was like a halo of pink mist rushing out like a flood, pushing against the open door.
Zach's forearm covered his mouth and nose. Shouting loudly, "Dong dong dong. Is anyone there!?"
The pink pupils were extinguished by the sudden movement of the master's body, and the pink halo and lingering echo that filled the surrounding space quickly dissipated, "Who, who is there..."
"Reader." Zach waved his arm in front of him and looked at the woman with a surprised expression on her face, who must be Riley.
Zach, with an inexplicable smile, raised his eyebrows at Riley. Red flashed across his eyes, which was a self-introduction between the aliens. Then he turned away and looked at the lawyer, whose expression was still dull and unable to look away from Riley.
"Snapped!"
Zach clapped his hands heavily, and crisp claps resounded in the small editorial office. After seeing the lawyer's body shaking like a convulsion. Zach smiled and put on an embarrassed expression, "Sorry, did I disturb something?"
The lawyer shook his head vigorously, raised his hands and pressed his temples as if he was hungover, and a low voice came out of his throat, as if he was having sex, "Uh... I, my head..."
For the sake of a member of the gray profession exposing himself to a foreign race, even if he was just a weak seductress, Zach didn't bother to do such a thing.
Zach took a few steps back, pretending to leave, and raised his voice, "It seems that I did disturb something. Sorry again, I think I can come back later."
The lawyer was reminded by the voice that suddenly intervened in the conversation between the two. He turned his head and looked at the person who was speaking. He was stunned for a moment and said, "Zha..." He closed his mouth and stood up quickly, regardless of whether his head was still beaten by the charming demon. The pain of breaking, "It doesn't matter, I'm just about to leave."
The lawyer didn't hide the expression on his face too much. He looked at Zach and nodded and smiled, showing friendly kindness. Then he looked at Riley, who still looked surprised, "I've finished what I want to say, please give me an answer before lunch, otherwise, next time, I won't come in person, there will only be a letter." The lawyer. letter.
Nodding and smiling at Zach again, the lawyer walked past Zach. When he went out, he glanced at the dented iron door, curled his lips, and walked away.
Zach waited for a while to confirm that the lawyer had completely left the place. At this time, he had time to take a good look at the newsroom of this Monday entertainment source.
In the small space, there are five old tables, which are as old as the broken table that Ryan's mother tried to return. Paper manuscripts were piled on the table and even scattered on the ground. The almanac on the wall is a bit desolate and is from the year before last. The upward ceiling, Zach doesn't want to exaggerate, is indeed covered with penicillium. I really don't know how it grew.
Zach pursed his lips, and suddenly felt like he was being pulled down. Think about it, this is where Monday Grande's interracial competition magazine was born.
Then look towards where Riley was sitting. She sat on a wooden bench, facing a dented sofa covered in stains of various unknown colors, which was where the lawyer was sitting just now. Zach shook his head, he wouldn't sit on something like that.
Zach twitched the corner of his mouth, feeling sympathy for this.
He winked at Riley and pulled the unlocked door to close it, "Sorry about your door." Zach pushed it a few times, but it couldn't be closed. He shrugged lightly, "Since we belong to the same , uh, under the classification, I can tell you that I know that person, so, I’m sorry, I can’t let you do whatever you want to him.”
This is not a sincere explanation. Zach thinks Riley should be grateful for his generosity. Zach is a vampire and does not need to explain his behavior to an ancient alien species that has declined.
remember? Mike once said that he thought goblins were singing on the radio and TV. Zach felt funny because Mike said such an old term as "goblin". Now, everyone has seen such an ancient noun entity - the seductress Riley. Oh, by the way, ancient things do not mean they are powerful, otherwise they would not have declined. This is the truth, such as cherubim.
Giving up on closing the door, Zach casually walked to a table, pulled out a chair, and sat in front of Riley. He tilted his head and looked at the seductress, and raised his eyebrows, "Do you know me?"
Riley watched Zach act randomly in her office, but she couldn't do anything. She could only close her eyes and take a deep breath, shook her head in a give-up manner, looked at Zach, and said, "Of course I know him." You, Zachary Grande, do any of Barton’s aliens recognize you, the vampire who lives with Alpha?”
Zach raised his eyebrows. He expected to hear 'Mighty Toledo', but the expression 'living with Alpha' sounded good, at least better than Emilia's 'only bullying weak alien vampires' 'Sounds much more comfortable.
"So you know I'm Grande?" Zach smiled and looked at the charming girl in front of him. She was very beautiful. Maybe this expression is not understandable. Let's put it this way, she will never need makeup.
You thought the corners of her eyes were elongated because of the eye shadow, you thought the plump cheeks were set off by rouge, you thought it was an illusion created by chemicals, but they are all true. She was born like this, and she will always be like this. look.
Zach raised his eyebrows and looked away, inexplicably thinking that Louise still had a few years left to retain her current appearance.
Zach waved his hand, putting aside some meaningless thoughts to himself, "But, I have a question, why don't I know you?"
Ten years ago, Zach and Benjamin made an agreement with all the local aliens in Barton. Zach didn't remember that he had met another seductress. This guy is a foreigner. (..)