Zach had a lot of leisure in the afternoon. The work of using the Charming Eyes to brainwash people entering and leaving Bishop Manor was basically completed in the morning.
Oh, you asked about brainwashing. The thing is, among the corpses hidden in the backyard of Bishop Manor, except for the nearest Merry, and a few innocent people who were collateral damage, the rest of them had been dead for too long. Whether it was the police, the 'disease control' department brought in by James, or the grieving family members who came to the manor to see their loved ones for the last time, they would only come into contact with these corpses after having a face with Zach.
Zach could not allow certain bodies to be taken away for detailed autopsies, so all the work had to be completed in the manor, and then according to Bishop's own arrangement, everything was dragged directly back to Grande to complete the funeral arrangements.
Of course, these are not enough. Zach also needs some pressure from outside the manor to enable him to do whatever he wants here. For example, James left early this morning, and the police report was sent to Bishop in the afternoon.
The content is just as everyone guessed, it completely complies with Zach's arrangement. It is a bad family scandal, 'subverting' the real cause of death of the old Bishops, 'revealing' the truth about Sher's sudden divorce and disappearance, and The truth about the murders of servants and security guards at Bishop Manor. It turned out that Sher was wanted.
In addition, Zach also informed Mayor Anthony that if Anthony did not want it, he must cooperate with Zach. The reason will be discussed later. So the mayor called Bishop. The general content was that Barton has been very uneasy recently. Herman's matter is now your Bishop's matter. As the mayor, he doesn't want his citizens to live in unrest. , the West Ender's surname should retain its original meaning in the hearts of the people of Barton, so I hope Bishop can handle this matter in a 'low-key' manner.
Due to the accumulation of various factors, there are now only a few people in the Bishop Manor who are 'disease control'. They still isolated the entire space behind the atrium, carrying bulky spraying machines on their backs to carry out carpet-style disinfection. Naturally, under pressure from the top, the aftermath work began without even investigating the 'murder weapon' used by the murderer.
In fact. Zach needs this. The last thing he wants to see is someone having the guts to come and work at Bishop Manor. From now on, there will only be two living people in this manor, Bishop and Riley.
On the balcony of the vestibule, while watching the work progress in the isolated courtyard, Bishop was reading the police report. His expression was morbidly weird, and he said to Riley who had just walked over, "Hehe. Riley, hehe." , you should read these, it’s almost the same as the story in your magazine, that bitch Sher, killed everyone... "
"Mr. Bishop." Zach was not interested in listening to this guy's emotional expression. "I have notified our Grand people to pick up these corpses. Should we discuss funeral matters." Zach turned sideways head. Pointing to the police report, "After all. I have completed the other job you asked me to do. It's time to talk about my job."
"Yes, yes." Bishop was as easily interrupted as ever, a useless man. He didn't seem to realize that he was the only Bishop now. This is also his home, and he should be the one giving orders.
Zach waited for a while and shook his head, "Mr. Bishop, you should give me the information of these dead servants. I can contact their families. The situation in the morning was not suitable. I did not have an in-depth chat with them."
"Yes, yes." Bishop nodded and prepared to leave the balcony to prepare information for Zach.
"Someone is coming outside the manor." Riley's eyes swept over Zach and landed on Bishop's face, with a gentle and considerate look. "It's the housekeeper of Smith Manor. They heard about Meri and asked the housekeeper to come. My condolences."
Bishop was stunned for a moment, then remembered and nodded, "Merry seems to be a servant of Smith Manor. Let him come in."
"But shouldn't condolences be given to Meili's family more? Meili has only been here for a few days. What do you want to say to him?" Riley smiled slightly and expressed her opinion while placing the tea set.
"Well..." Bishop frowned, "You're right." He waved his hands irritably and snorted, "Maybe he just wanted to find out what happened here! Hum, let him go."
"Oh." Riley responded, looked at Zach, and left.
Zach shook his head, pretending not to hear everything, picked up the cup and sipped the tea.
Not long after Bishop left the balcony, he returned, "Grand, someone is calling to see you."
Zach stood up lazily, "Mr. Bishop, are you ready with the information for me?" This kind of behavior of directly ignoring the manor owner's words and only caring about himself is really not like Zach, but for some reason, Zach just wanted to Do it this way.
"Uh, no." Bishop shook his head and actually lowered his head, "But someone is looking for you. It's someone from your funeral home, named Louise."
Zach raised his eyebrows and looked at Bishop, suddenly feeling a malicious impulse - he wanted to test the bottom line of Bishop's incompetence, "Oh, it's Louise, tell him I'm going back. Mr. Bishop please Go ahead and prepare the information I need, I don’t want to take up sir’s office.”
"Uh, okay." Bishop turned around and left again.
The test results show that this guy has no bottom line.
Zach pursed his lips, shook his head, and sighed into the air, "Shel, this is a man who has wasted more than ten years of his life. I really feel sorry for you."
The dark red space trembled slightly, and Sher's voice appeared in Zach's ear out of thin air, "No! He was like this, and finally saved his life! He is still alive! You don't have to pretend to feel sorry for me!"
Zach raised his eyebrows and suddenly remembered something that he had never asked about in detail, "Shel, I still don't know how you died. Are you interested in sharing it?"
"No!"
On the balcony of the front courtyard of the Bishop Manor, while Zach was sipping tea with his lips curled up, Louise from Grande looked at the haggard Herman and the man next to Herman, and put down the phone helplessly, "He said he was very quick. Just come back, you can leave a message, or just wait here.”
In the Grande, which was surrounded by the tinkling noise of decoration, Herman's face was filled with an unhealthy flush soaked in alcohol. He sat crookedly in his chair, looking like he didn't care about anything. He waved his hand and said loudly. , "Wait! Ha, we have plenty of time!"
Louise frowned, "Mr. Herman, can you introduce me to this person?"
"Oh!" Herman glanced sideways at the person next to him. The two men looked a bit alike, "This is him. Haha, it's also Mr. Herman, my, uh, my father's other son, What should I call you, brother? Uh, something like that, whatever!"
I don’t know what Herman wants to express, let him do it.
Louise pushed the tea on the table to Herman, who was smelling of alcohol. At the same time, she looked at Herman, the other 'brother' with an apologetic look, and tentatively shouted, "Herman." Mr. Mann?"
The other party was a little cautious and did not respond.
We know Herman waved his hand and slapped the person next to him on the back hard, his tone was inexplicably angry, "Answer! I'm calling you! From now on, when Barton calls 'Mr. Herman', he is calling you! Do you know Know!"
"Yes Yes… "
Louise frowned and looked at Herman. She didn't quite understand the meaning of Herman's words, but the meaning of humiliation was already overflowing.
But now that Mr. Herman is obviously in a drunken state, Louise does not expect to ask, and continues to tentatively ask the new Mr. Herman, "Well, sir, he is also from the Herman Group..."
"Hahaha!" The old Herman laughed suddenly and pointed at the ugly-faced person next to him, "Him?! The Herman Group that I created and destroyed with my own hands? Hahaha! Him! Ha! No!" Herman used the most disgusting expression his now paralyzed face could put on, "He is just an incompetent guy who makes a 'toy'!"
"It's not a toy, it's a trophy..." New Herman's feeble protest was drowned in the tinkling noise. (..)