Heading north along Bache Street, the end of what was once the Bache District Comb. Continuing north from where the train station is, the style of the business district gradually fades away, turning into a cold industrial style. In fact, it is not an industry, but a warehouse. Most of the goods flowing through the Port of Marsa are dispatched from here.
Trucks often pass in and out of this area, so Benjamin's dilapidated truck is not very conspicuous among a bunch of big trucks and trucks.
What stood out was the black ceremonial car and the three police cars from the Patton Police Department surrounding it. This is a warehouse gathering place east of Port Massa. On the warehouse door surrounded by yellow and white police cordon, there is a white paint with '1' written on it.
A large number of broken cartons were piled here, as well as many damaged equipment, and the metal shelves were covered with dark red rust. The musty smell of burning and dampness mixed in the air, combined with the coldness, made this not a place people wanted to stay.
William Herman, who was nearly seventy years old, pushed away the assistant who tried to help him and stared at the mass huddled in the black corner.
"What are you doing!" Herman suddenly rushed forward and grabbed a young police officer who was holding a black body bag. His eyes were already bloodshot: "What the hell are you doing!!"
James's eyes were also bloodshot, but he still stepped forward and pulled away the excited old Herman: "We need to take him back for examination to confirm his identity."
Why is James Lance here? Because there was a burnt body there, and James was a homicide detective.
Herman let go of the cowering police officer and backed away dejectedly.
"There is no need to hinder the police's work." Zach supported the old man's body: "Let's go to other places to talk."
Amidst the soft clicking sound, old Herman could not bear to watch a group of strangers put his son into a plastic bag like an object. There was a low sob in his throat, and the old man pressed his hands on his cheeks.
Zach held Mr. Herman's arms and helped him out of the warehouse.
Before leaving, Zach tilted his head and motioned to James expressionlessly.
"Do you also think this is Connor Herman?" Detective Coulson patted his partner, who was obviously out of shape today, and drew James' eyes back to the two people leaving. What he was looking at was not Herman. Man, but the vampire who signaled to him coldly.
The person who called the police and found the body was Zach (anonymous, of course). It was Zach who notified Mr. Herman. It was also Zach who recommended Detective Lance to Mr. Herman. The one who found here, of course, was also our vampire Zack.
Ryan's previous memories were of little use, at least he always thought this was some kind of basement! The last one was the banshee Alice, who got this warehouse after repeatedly 'watching' Connor's death scene.
According to the information currently available to the police, this is Connor, and most of them have been confirmed. First, there were the testimonies of the students at the party, especially that after Laura was at the Ivy Club, she saw a man in Indian attire grabbing Connor. Originally, the clues ended here.
But the warehouse manager who had just been summoned confirmed that a man matching Laura's description rented the warehouse. Because this warehouse is used to store damaged goods, no one usually pays much attention to it. The administrator just treats it as an extra payment and does not ask what the other party did during the rental period.
Of course, Zach did not let Mr. Herman get into his van, but got into Herman's limo. The husband, who was still angry and hurt, did not tell him where to go, so the car drove out of the warehouse gathering place and drove up Bech Street without any destination.
"Mr. Herman, maybe now is not a good time. But I want to ask sir." Zach looked at the golden old Herman, who was holding whiskey in one hand and staring out the window in a trance: "Do you remember..."
"Tell me." Mr. Herman turned his head to Zach, who was sitting opposite him in the car: "Tell me how you found Connor!"
Hermann's eyes were not friendly!
This morning, Hermann was still joking with his wife who was twenty years older than him: victory, parties, eighteen-year-old stars, female admirers of the same age... these things would make young Connor engage in 'certain' activities . But when Connor still didn't come back until noon, Herman began to worry.
After none of Connor's friends knew where Connor was, Herman called the police. The disappearance of the son of the entrepreneur who caused the entire Barton Industrial Exhibition is something that should not be taken lightly. Therefore, the police acted quickly and everyone who interacted with Connerson at the party was summoned. And Laura, who has been looking for him, also entered the list and provided the biggest clue.
Because of Laura's relationship, Herman had a brief exchange with Mrs. Button. Mrs. Barton still has some doubts about the handling of matters at Grand House. Zach refuses to share the process of dealing with Kyle. Mrs. Barton is not sure that Connor's disappearance has nothing to do with Kyle. So Mrs. Barton recommended them to Herman with the attitude of continuing to let Grande finish.
Herman, who wanted to give it a try, made a call. Unexpectedly, when there were only two of them, he saw the body of his son!
Therefore, it is understandable that his tone at this time was not friendly!
Zach opened his mouth. Our vampire is not used to being interrupted, but powerful men are different from women. They are more direct and threatening, unlike people like Mrs. Quinn and Mrs. Barton who are willing to make puns. .
Zach pursed his lips and curved the corners of his mouth, it seemed that he needed to change his conversation style.
"Mr. Herman, didn't Mrs. Barton tell you the rules by which we handle affairs? You propose the results you want to achieve, and we will do the rest. Beyond that, we will not answer any questions."
Mr. Herman stared at Zach, holding the wine glass with his white knuckles. Compared to people of his age, Herman looked much younger, and Connor's existence showed the problem... Also, for example, his heart allowed him to drink whiskey in one gulp.
Zach kept smiling and let the other person stare, waiting for the other person to give in to his rules.
"Okay!" Mr. Herman's bloodshot eyes closed, pushing the smiling person in front of him out of sight: "Just accept the result!" He leaned against the soft backrest and raised his head feebly: "You can go now .You’ll get my check tomorrow.”
Maybe he figured it out, and there was no difference between knowing now and waiting for the results of the police investigation a few days later. He already knew enough information today, and he still had to go home and tell his worried wife all this at home.
Hermann's limousine stopped at the roadside.
Zach nodded slightly, but his goal had not been achieved yet, and he was not ready to leave just now: "Mr. Herman, please let the car continue driving. I haven't finished what I just said."
"What else do you want!" Herman suddenly opened his eyes and roared at Zach angrily! In his opinion, without this person, Connor would just be missing instead of being burned to cokes!
"When you called me, I asked you, are you going to find Connor? Or are you going to punish the person who committed the crime?" Zach kept smiling.
"What are you doing?" Herman's eyes narrowed dangerously: "Do you know who did this?!"
The limo driver's eyes searched this direction in the rearview mirror. At Herman's simple signal, the limo started again, still driving without any purpose.
"Is this important?" Zach felt the movement of the car. "The Barton police sketch artist will soon draw the appearance of the murderer and their identity. When the husband returns home, he should be notified by the police. But then Where? Wanted? Arrested? Mr. Herman, no one doesn’t know William Herman’s son, and no one doesn’t know the Beavers’ star quarterback. Even so, your son is still lying in the corner of the warehouse, The murderer seems to have even been dealt with..."
"Enough!!" Herman's eyes exuded a dangerous light, interrupting the man in front of him again! He has captured the other party's meaning! Connor's body was just dumped there. It was clear that he could have thrown it into the sea and destroyed all traces across the street, but the murderer didn't do that! This means that the murderer has no intention of hiding it. Maybe at this time, the murderer has left Barton City and disappeared without a trace!
"No more!" Herman glared at the person in front of him, his shoulders shaking slightly with anger, "What can you do?!"
Zach put away his smile, lowered his head slightly, put one hand on his chest, and made a very ancient gesture of silence. This is the vampire expressing his regret for the misfortune of others.
When Zach raised his head again, he looked at old Mr. Herman with his light green eyes: "This is not a problem for Sir to consider. As I said before, we will complete the result of your request. Don't ask about the intermediate process. ,No."
"I want them to die!" Herman glared at Zach, his slightly wrinkled cheeks trembling.
Vampire head.
This is what the vampire wants, someone has attacked the Grande House, and the vampire is not going to let it go. Torturous interrogation? That's just foreplay. He wanted revenge and made those hunters pay with their blood. But he still needs a reason, a reason that neither old Hank nor Benjamin will talk about to stop him.
'This is a customer request, why should I refuse? '
If you ask me, why did the vampire suddenly turn black? No, no, he has never been albino. Every human decision, every action. This was all done under the influence of other people in the Grand House. He needed to accommodate the overflowing sympathy of the werewolf Benjamin, take care of the extremely fragile nerves of the banshee Alice, and abide by the oath to old Hank to protect the Grand House.
Now, let's see, where is Benjamin? Where is Alice? Where is old Hank? There was only one vampire who was 'light' because he replenished a lot of food before going out.