Zach's smooth planning still had a slight problem. When Chapman was about to leave, he asked, "You want to leave too? What will he (Brian) do?"
"What do you mean?"
"Uh. Are you going to leave him here alone?" Chapman frowned and confirmed again.
"Otherwise?" Zach answered matter-of-factly, "This is his home."
"If your conjecture is correct, his mother works for Aix, and then something happens to Bishop Manor, can you just leave him at home?"
"Isn't it bad?" Zach also frowned, reluctantly, but still passively began to think.
"Well, that's not good." Chapman looked at Zach and pointed to himself, "After all, he called the police, and the police station sent the police, and I'm here. No matter from the direction of Bishop or Akers, it's all right it's not good."
Zach thought about it and sighed helplessly, which meant that Brian was not safe now.
If Zach had urged the police to ignore the report, nothing would have happened, but he did. The police man, Chapman, wearing a police uniform, had already walked into Brian, the mother, in broad daylight. This is the home of those who have not returned from their work. There is always a shortage of smart people in this world. Zach can piece together the fragments of events here, and so can others, so now Brian is a trouble, compared to Sharp and Aix.
So, there is the current situation -
Zach said, "I definitely don't want to help you. The purpose of my coming here is to find Ryan. Anyway, until the news about the police officer just now, you will be alone for the time being. In order to make it easier for me to 'find' Ryan, why not just follow me first?" Now." As an excuse, Brian asked Brian to pack some things and prepare to leave.
"I told you, only bring the necessities." Zach watched Brian excitedly stuffing clothes into his childish school bag. He looked away with an unhappy expression, "Don't you have anything necessary to bring? Medicine or something."
'Finding' Ryan's convenience is indeed the main purpose, and temporarily keeping Brian safe is just a way of doing it. At least until everything is not just speculation but is truly confirmed. Anyway, we have to go to the mill next, and then it would be good to find some reason to leave Brian to Madison.
"No!" Brian replied excitedly, "Oh. By the way, my medical records. I have Dr. Blaney's treatment tomorrow."
"It's Dr. Browning," Zach corrected, frowning. It seemed that Brian really didn't like Amelia, but this was not something that Zach noticed. There was a hint of impatience in Zach's eyes—
Brian seemed prepared to be with Zach again tomorrow. Shouldn't this guy hope that his mother would be found and go home early
But to be honest, Zach didn't know how many days he would have to stay at the mill, nor did he know how fast Chapman was. And what kind of outcome will this matter have before it can be confirmed that Brian is safe? Even if Ryan comes out, he doesn't know whether he can successfully repair the enchanting pupil that was released by mistake. So Zach didn't directly reject it and twitched the corner of his mouth, "You don't need to take medicine anymore?"
"No, Len, Len took the last of the spare medicine." There was something strange in Brian's eyes for a moment. But Zach, who was too lazy to look at him, didn't catch it.
Zach clicked his tongue, "That's why I have to take you to get some medicine." Zach believed Brian's situation very subjectively. He definitely needed medicine. He shook his head slightly and said, "That's great." He laughed at himself.
"Yes!" The tone seemed more excited, "Prescribe the medicine!"
Zach didn't want to say anything more, so he went downstairs first and waited for Brian in the van.
Maybe Brian still had a little wink. Knowing that Zach was not in a good mood, he got out of the car in a short time, carrying a bulging childish backpack, and consciously sat in the passenger seat. But he obeyed the rules and took the initiative to fasten his seat belt.
Zach didn't praise.
The truck started and when it passed the General's Rest Stop again, it was really closed. The people who usually had nothing to do in the bar had disappeared. Zach could hear the heartbeats of the only two people left behind in the bar.
It seems that the affairs that Nuo brings are not easy. Naturally, he wants to quietly investigate a southeastern gang boss who is relatively powerful. Now the people at the 'General''s disposal have all taken action. As for how to act, Zach had no idea at all.
The truck turned onto Highway 27 and headed south. After entering the South District, it went straight for a while and then crossed to the west. Its destination was the pharmacy next to the big Q in Quest.
The car stopped in front of the pharmacy, and Zach didn't want to get out of the car. I came to the pharmacy just to save myself from trouble in the future. I could prepare everything Brian needed at once, and just arrange it casually at the mill, so I wouldn't have to worry about him anymore. So the original intention was to save the trouble of getting out of the car and accompanying him, and just let Brian drive by himself.
But it was a coincidence. Ceres happened to come out of the pharmacy carrying a small plastic bag of medicine. He saw the Grand truck and subconsciously looked at Zack in the car. He stuffed the plastic bag into his butt pocket with a somewhat embarrassed expression and looked at Zach forced a smile and said, "What a coincidence."
This is the third time the two have met by chance. The first time this guy also came to prescribe medicine, and he happened to meet him on the platform. He expressed his dislike of Zach through his actions and words in a very bad manner. The second coincidence was when an escape incident occurred in the prison. In the early morning during the heavy rain, the two met in front of Siris' house. Zach reminded him to pay attention to safety. This finally made Siris feel interested in Zach. Made a good impression.
This third time, obviously because of the occasion, Ceres was still a little embarrassed. After all, even though he had a good impression from the last time, he couldn't change the 'discourtesy' that Zach showed to his fiancée at the mill, and the pharmacy This place is so suitable for the occasion.
"What a coincidence." Zach said with the intention of completely changing Siris's impression of him, mainly of Grande. Remember, when Zach was inducing James in the Chapman incident, he overheard that Ceres, a native of the South Side, had a bad opinion of Grande, which was full of petty citizen prejudice.
Zach smiled and got out of the car, and deliberately pulled Brian, who was carrying a childish and bulging schoolbag, to his side, "accompany a friend to prescribe medicine."
Cerise looked Brian over. Maybe Brian noticed that Zach used 'friend' to call him, so he gave Cerise a cheerful smile in a very 'cooperative' manner, the joy of a grown man, imagine that.
Siris must have understood, so he withdrew his gaze and nodded without making any comment. He said in a gentle tone, "Well, I'll go then, you guys are busy."
Zach also nodded, watching Ceres walk to the platform, and he and Brian walked into the pharmacy.
Don't underestimate this small greeting. The next time Siris expresses his opinion about Grande, it will be one more thing. Grande's owner, Zach, is at least a decent person. This is empathy.
Zach has almost never been to a pharmacy in his life. Four actual years ago, when Zach was still a human, he can be considered lucky enough. After that, simply because there is no need.
Zach, who was still curious, asked Brian to prescribe the medicine himself and not take care of it, while he wandered around in front of the rows of shelves, looking at various medicines at will, and keeping up with some modern medical standards.
But Zach didn't have much to see. The over-the-counter medicines placed in front of the counter all had common functions, such as vitamins and anti-inflammatory drugs. Or something like emergency medical supplies, nothing like that when he looked through Chapman's son's experimental treatment plan. Amazed by medical advancements.
Zach, who soon became bored, wanted to urge Brian, who was dawdling, to walk towards the counter.
"Prescription." The man in white put a cold hand on the counter and looked at Brian.
Brian's childish backpack was placed on the counter, its zipper opened, and it was constantly being rummaged through, spilling out and dropping the contents inside.
Zach approached the counter. His brows were already furrowed, this scene looked too familiar. The first meeting on the bus, that was it, except that the person looking for something was Brian's mother.
"What's wrong?" Zach glanced at Brian, who was rummaging with his head down, and turned away impatiently. He looked at the indifferent teller.
At this time, there were only two customers in the pharmacy, Zach and Brian. Zach came empty-handed, obviously they were together, so the teller looked at Zach without any change in his expression, "I need a prescription before I can give it to you." You prescribe medicine.”
On the counter around the backpack, many squeezed-out items were scattered and piled up. The inside of the backpack had been rummaged around in a mess. Brian lowered his head, his cheeks were slightly red, and he explained in a low voice with a somewhat anxious tone, "I remember I brought..."
Zach curled his lips, leaned against the counter with his arms propped up, and turned his eyes away impatiently. What else could he do besides waiting for Brian to find the prescription he 'remembered to bring'? ! Zach would never offer to help.
Zach overlooked one thing, the prescription is not change. This deadlock will not end just because the conductor has change to find. In the familiar scene last time, Brian's mother really didn't bring any change.
Brian grabbed the backpack and turned it over completely. The contents of the bag spilled onto the counter, occupying most of the counter.
The indifferent teller frowned, put away his hand on the counter, folded his hands in front of his chest, took a step back, frowned and watched Brian continue to search in front of the pile of sundries on the counter, already indifferent. With impatience.
Zach also frowned, tugged at the corner of his mouth, pulled through some debris in front of him, and began to pretend to be searching, fiddling with things he didn't want to touch at all, such as Brian's toothbrush.
Brian still has some common sense in life. Things he has confirmed will be stuffed back into the bag. This is a good method. As long as he remembers it correctly, he will definitely find it through such a troubleshooting search.
"Wait a minute!" The indifferent teller suddenly leaned toward the counter again, held down Brian's hand that was putting things in his backpack, and pulled it out abruptly, "This is not yours, let go."
In Brian's hand was a small stack of band-aids.
Brian blinked without letting go, "This is mine."
"It's not yours." A cold voice came from the teller who was staring at Brian.
Zach glanced at the stack of band-aids in Brian's hand and frowned. He had seen the same thing when he was casually shopping just now, but now it seemed that this was not the time to lament that the teller had good eyesight. They were all common things. He The accusation is unjustified.
"This is mine!" Brian insisted and glared at the teller with a red face, "You pinched me so much!"
"Relax!" There was no trace of relaxation in the cold voice, "Otherwise I will call the police. Don't think it's a little thing, I won't."
The pulling started, and the two arms moved back and forth on the scattered counter. Something was rubbed by the arms going back and forth and slid towards the edge of the counter. Brian had to be distracted and stretched out his other hand to protect it.
This seemed to inspire the indifferent teller. He began to fiddle with the things on the counter with his other hand, trying to push them off the counter.
Too much.
Zach waved directly to open the teller's pushing hand.
"Ah!" As he retracted in pain, the teller's face instantly became angry. He was probably angry that there were two people on the other side, and it wasn't fair. Subconsciously, he glared at Zach who hurt him.
His vision was instantly occupied by red, and at the same time, his expression appeared momentarily dazed.
This boring little thing takes too long to waste, and Zach has no interest in dwelling on it, so—
"What are you doing, sir?" Zach looked impatient and waved his hand, "I finally found the prescription. Isn't this for you? Is there anything to grab? Are you anxious?"
It seemed that there was no reaction time at all. Brian immediately let go of his hand, "It's okay! Sir! Please hurry up! xx30 pills, xx30 pills... The prescriber is Dr. Hamilingya Briari. It's all written clearly on it. Please hurry up!"
Zach raised his eyebrows and glanced at Brian. This was the first time in a long, long time that Zach had met a guy who could seamlessly match his charming eyes!
Isn't it? The teller who had just recovered from his daze was holding a stack of band-aids in his hand!
"Uh..." the teller opened his mouth, "Wait a minute." He took the band-aid and turned around and walked inside to get the medicine.
Zach blinked, and his eyes returned to normal light green as he opened and closed them. Zach looked at Brian again, thought for a moment, shook his head, forget it, he didn't know what to say. Trying not to touch the things with his hands, he pushed things on the counter and asked Brian to put them away quickly.
The Eye of Charm is not so powerful that people can't tell the difference between a band-aid and a prescription. This forcibly implanted 'prescription' false memory only temporarily bypasses behavioral judgment and does not replace the recognition of the actual object, and will be quickly reflected by the brain. After getting the medicine, the two of them had to run away immediately without giving the other party a chance to find out.
Anyway, Zach didn’t think about coming here again, so it didn’t matter.
"Your medicine..." The teller came back and handed out a plastic bag containing a medicine bottle.
Brian quickly took it, and at the same time, grabbed the 'prescription' that was about to be returned with a copied copy and the original stub, "Thank you!"
The teller was stunned.
Zach raised his eyebrows. This must not be the first time Brian had done something like this. It was his turn to cooperate.
Looking at the teller with red eyes, "I don't like your attitude." Zach pointed at the 'prescription' in Brian's hand, and took advantage of the ridiculous memory before it expired, "What are you worried about? Are you Don’t you need to be the deputy... Forget it, just pretend I didn’t say it, this is your own job and none of my business.”
gone. (..)