"I still have a question." Zach stood beside Brian's bed, and Amelia, who was sitting in front of the bed, checked for the fourth time that Brian was lying down and breathing. Zach didn't take this behavior into consideration, which was obviously a distrust of the vampire's ability, and continued to ruin the atmosphere, "When he wakes up, will it be Brian or Ryan?"
"Did you save..." Amelia wasn't sure how to describe being saved by a vampire's blood, so she skipped it, "... Did you save him? Why doesn't he wake up now?!"
"Is falling asleep a life-threatening injury?" Zach asked with a shrug.
"no!"
"Is there a problem if you don't wake up? My blood can heal injuries and it won't disturb people's sleep."
Amelia squeezed her face, looking like she couldn't communicate well, and her voice became louder and louder, "But his current drowsiness is due to the sedative effect of those drugs! It's not real sleep! It's a bad thing. ! It’s the reason why his life is in danger! Your blood should relieve these!"
Zach raised his eyebrows, raised a finger and shook it, "Emilia, there seems to be a problem with your understanding. Vampire blood is not a medicine, and its effect is not as effective as the medicine you understand. The symptoms are specific. Its only function is to maintain the life that living things should have."
Zach tilted his head and looked at Brian's slightly heaving chest, "Except for life, it will not interfere with anything else in this living body. For example, old women cannot return to youth because of vampire blood. They were before. No matter what she looks like, she will look the same in the future."
Zach twitched his lips and picked up an empty medicine bottle from the bedside cabinet. The label on the bottle wrote the name of the medicine, "xx (drug name). What effect should it have?" It still has some effect. It’s just that the fatal part of it was removed by my blood.”
Zach threw the medicine into the trash can without interest. Brian no longer needed the container. "That's why I asked you this doctor. When he wakes up, who will it be? And what I asked you before, this Is the effect of the medicine superimposed and prolonged? Or is it the same no matter how much you take at one time?"
Well, our vampire seems to have asked a very stupid question. If you take a cupboard of medicine, um, let's say cold medicine, will it guarantee that you will never catch a cold in your life? It seems not.
Amelia's face looked a little bad, such a stupid question really stumped the doctor. "I can't answer." She glanced at Zach gloomily, "People who eat so much at one time will either die or have their stomachs evacuated in the hospital!" Saved by a vampire? The situation was beyond Amelia's expertise, "So, don't ask me!"
Zach actually curled up the corners of his mouth and raised his eyebrows with a smile, "So I opened up new possibilities for you? Aren't you curious about what will happen when he wakes up?"
Amelia's expression became even more gloomy. She looked at Brian, who was sleeping soundly. The wound on the side of his neck where the vampire's fingertips had been forcibly inserted had long since healed.
"No!" I thought for a while. Only then did Amelia give the answer seriously. She took a deep breath, stood up, and gave Brian one last look, "I don't have time for you to be 'curious'!"
Amelia's eyes turned to Zach, "I don't know how long he will be asleep. I'm not going to wait here for you! I'm very busy, I've said it many times." Then, she turned around, Want to leave
"Uh." Zach looked at Amelia who had walked out of the guest rooms and followed helplessly. "He is your patient and your responsibility. You're here, you haven't done anything, and you're leaving?"
"It's also your responsibility!" Emilia emphasized without looking back, "And he is just a public welfare patient! Do you know what this means? It means that I am a good person! Any time I, a good person, am used by him, , I squeezed it out of my usual work!" Amelia seemed very determined, "And I don't have time now!"
Zach smiled again, "So your time will now be used for people like Quinn and Lister, or for the 'patients' who charge by the hour in your clinic."
It seems like a slap in the face of this 'good guy'
Amelia turned her head and glanced unkindly at Zach, who was following closely behind her, "Yes! Do you have any objections?"
"No." Zach smiled and shook his head, "But I suggest you arrange your time better in the future, because when he wakes up, I will call you. When the time comes, you'd better be available if you can. Allocate time to this public welfare patient, otherwise I will go directly to you. It would not be good to forcefully interrupt other people's time."
A little bit of a threat.
Emilia turned her head again. She was already standing on the stairs, holding the handrail of the stairs, pursed her lips, and stared at our vampire. She could only express her anger with her eyes.
"Okay, don't look at me like that." Zach smiled and waved his hand, "You should hear some of my kindness from here. Alice just mentioned the Southeast. I have some news that ordinary people don't know. The Southeast is not It is not suitable for ordinary citizens to live." Zach's expression became more sincere, "If Brian, or Ryan, continues to stay in Grande, he will need your help as a doctor."
Amelia frowned, she had no reason to care about Southeast, but she also understood that there was no need for Zach to lie to her. She took a few deep breaths, glanced at the stairs at her feet, and said with a smile, "I'll wait for another hour, just one hour! If he doesn't wake up, I'll leave! If he comes to Grande again in the future, I have to arrange the time..."
The phone rang, and the ringing from the side door of the office that had not been closed before interrupted Amelia's condition. However, she was done.
Zach smiled and nodded, "Okay. Now." Zach walked behind Amelia, "If you don't mind, I'll take a call." The person had already entered the office. Sincerely, this is ironic.
Amelia controlled herself not to roll her eyes and turned back. She was not interested in listening to the vampire's phone call in the office next to her. She decided to spend this hour watching Brian.
"Close the door for me, thank you." He had already picked up the receiver, and after hearing James' habitual gloomy opening - "It's me", Zach twitched the corner of his mouth and shouted.
The white eyes were not controlled after all, and Emilia turned back again. He pulled the office door open and slammed Grande's office door with a 'tsk' sound.
"What's the sound?" James on the receiver asked as if he heard the door being slammed shut.
"A dissatisfied customer." Zach answered honestly, "You won't be interested. Tell me what you want from me."
A long, suppressed breathing could be heard on the other side of the receiver. "I'm in Port Massa."
Zach poured the wine and didn't answer, waiting for the detective to continue.
"Coulson found another fire that I didn't find. He thinks it will be a big clue." James seemed to think about the words and paused for a moment, "But I don't think so."
Zach began to sway the wine glass and spoke in a high tone, "You should know that there is no point in creating suspense like this. You want to tell me anyway. So, hurry up." So straightforward, just like Zach now relationship with James.
"You..." Yes, James held back the swear words, but, "Okay! I originally wanted to be a good person! Take care of your feelings! It seems there is no need! We are in Smith's warehouse! Chapman told me It’s about Dylan! So I know that the fire in Smith’s warehouse has absolutely nothing to do with the commission you’re doing now! But Coulson thinks it is! I’m just letting you know!”
James spoke very quickly, seeming to release the emotions in his heart at once. "I don't know what your purpose is for inexplicably involving Coulson in your commission! But I can tell you clearly now! You don't have to expect us to have any results from our 'errands' for you! Now it has completely gone wrong! "
Zach stopped shaking the wine glass when Dylan's name appeared.
This is the undead Dylan who was born a demon. Zach promised him freedom, and then, next thing we know, this funeral home that holds funerals for others, and mourns for its own people, is just an interruption of a few days of weird atmosphere and various other things. There is no more.
Just when Zach thought he would never hear the name of this person with a very weak sense of existence again, he appeared again.
At this time, James finished speaking, and Zach remained motionless.
"Did you hear that?!" came the impatient question from the receiver after receiving no response for a long time.
The wine glass continued to swirl, "I heard it." Zach's eyes swept across the office casually. Without any expression, he said, "I want to correct you on a few things." Zach's tone had the same 'teaching' tone as when he once spoke to James, but there was no corresponding expression. What's the advantage of a phone call that doesn't require face-to-face conversation
"It wasn't me who got involved, Coulson, it was you." Zach took a sip of his wine. "You're not doing anything for me, you're compensating for the police's responsibilities. If you had investigated the fire long ago, I wouldn't have done it." I will receive this commission." Zach swung his wine glass again, "You don't need to care about my feelings, what you should care about is your own."
Zach didn't wait for any malicious rebuttal from James on the receiver, "The first time Dylan died, the case at Smith's Warehouse a few months ago, you and Coulson were investigated. The regret is yours. This second time , there is no longer another form of life like the undead to comfort your regrets."
There was a gasping sound in the receiver, remember? A few months ago, in the Smith Secret Industry recording incident, Zach was right to say the truth about Dylan's death. The regret belongs to Detective James Lance who knew the truth but could do nothing!
"So you don't need to 'notify' me." Zach still didn't give James a chance to respond, "Instead of worrying about my feelings, it's better to think about how to live up to the title of 'Detective' and to be worthy of death. Every time, I 'met' you, Detective Lance, Dylan."
Zach hung up the phone.
In fact, Zach wasn't sure what he meant by saying the last thing. Zach didn't dislike Smith as a person. Using such words to stimulate James, a stubborn police detective, to target Smith was not what Zach wanted. However, for some reason, these words seemed to be passed on without any thought. It was as if he was speaking to himself and said it accidentally.
Zach frowned and held the wine glass. After a brief moment of self-doubt, our vampire shook his head in the air and didn't want to care.
Pushing open the office door, Zach pursed his lips and stood stupidly for a while. When he was interrupted by James' call, he actually couldn't remember what else to say to Amelia.
I don’t know how long I stood there, but the wine glass was empty. Zach was going to go back to replenish the wine and continue to think about it...
"Sir!" A somewhat unfamiliar yet familiar voice sounded, "I'm back!"
Zach turned to look at the middle-aged man, Shepard, who was covered in dust under the stairs. Zach curled his lips and remembered!
"Zach." Zach corrected the other person's title with a smile, "Call me Zach."
"Ah, good! Good! Xi, I'm used to it! Haha." Shepard took off the mud-stained gloves on his hands and wiped the sweat from his forehead. It was good. Now he was blushing. "Well, I want to report For a moment. Well, most of the cemetery in South Park has been dug. Hank asked me to come back and take a rest. He said that there were still a few cemeteries in North Park to be dug in the evening, so I could save some energy."
It is all for the people who died in Bishop Manor. The cemetery in South Park is not left alone. It is a normal funeral preparation. The cemetery in North Park is for those funerals that cannot be prepared normally. Zach arranged it for Old Hank to review his career as a 'cleaner', remember.
"Hank asked you to help him tonight?" Zach raised his eyebrows and smiled, talking louder across the stairs.
"yes."
Zach nodded, smiling with an uncomfortable expression, "Then when you dig at night, remember to count the number and report it to me."
"Oh." Shepard nodded and agreed honestly.
"Don't you ask why?" Zach guided with a somewhat deliberate tone.
"Uh, why?" Shepard had a good look in his eyes and asked Zach as he wished.
"Because it is private work that requires secrecy." Zach replied with a smile, "It cannot be counted in the normal work of Grand Funeral Home, so your remuneration will be calculated separately, and Hank is right, you have to keep it Physical strength. Now if you dig for a day, I'm afraid it won't be as good as the reward for digging one at night." Do you know the reason why Zach uses such an inexplicable method to dangerously stay on the edge of Grande's gray career? Don't worry, everyone will know soon.
Shepard's face hesitated. Zach's words sounded suspicious and dangerous, didn't they? "I..."
"Okay, let's go and rest."
"First, sir..."
"Zach!" Zach corrected immediately.
"I, I think, I'd better go back to work. Since I need to be secretive, and it's not within the normal scope of work. Well, I, I think, I'd better not use it. Well, I'll just do the job that my husband gave me. Yes. Well, I'd better go and thank Hank for his kindness..."
Zach's smile returned to normal, "Oh, by the way!" Zach waved his hand, "Come up here and I'll introduce you to someone. After your work at Grande is over, I don't want you to go back to Ixton to do... "Tramp," Zach omitted the word, "This person may be able to provide you with a stable job or a place to live, it depends on the situation."
The person Zach was talking about was naturally Amelia, who focused on veterans and was running a shelter project with Mrs. Quinn.
Shepard was stunned for a moment, surprised, "First... Zach! Are you serious?!" Then he was confused, "Why, why?"
"Because you are a good person." Zach smiled and waved, "You just proved it." Among the suspicious 'extra money', he chose an honest job, didn't he
Now, we know what Zack's intentions were in keeping this Shepard around in the first place, Emilia and Mrs. Quinn's project. (..)