"Can you be gentle with my phone call?" In the warehouse, the small cubicle on the side of the wall is the warehouse office, where the goods list is kept and reception is done. A man who looked like a worker frowned and stood outside the door. He looked at the young police detective and almost dropped the phone to hang up. "It has gone through a lot of hardships."
This young police detective is naturally James. He had just been lectured by Zach again and then hung up on. The only way he could vent his anger was by ravaging the phone.
James glanced at the phone, whose outer shell was charred, dented, and covered with burn marks. James didn't do this, it was just like that. James took a deep breath to calm down, "Is this phone something that survived the fire?"
"Yes." The worker nodded, "Not many of the original things in this warehouse have been preserved, but it can still be used. It is a 'survivor', so can you be kinder to it?"
James frowned. He could not sympathize with the behavior of personifying a phone. He walked out of the narrow work cubicle and said in a standard manner, "Thank you for borrowing the phone. I won't disturb your work. I'll be out right away."
So what happened before was actually that James Lance, the police detective at Smith's Warehouse, borrowed someone else's phone to inform Zach on the grounds of some personal matters. Well, this report didn't go very well.
"Well, Mr. Smith also asked me to inform you that the two Miss Smiths are also here and waiting outside."
"Uh... Leigh, Lidya, and Eve, right?" James recalled the other person's self-introduction in the morning and murmured the other person's name.
"I would like to advise the police detective to be careful when dealing with those two people." The worker said this inexplicably.
James looked back at the other person and was not interested in paying attention.
"You'd better follow my advice." The worker watched James walking further and further away. He seemed very persistent, "I'm not sure what they are yet, but they are definitely not human."
James' heart skipped a beat and he turned his head sharply to stare at the worker.
The worker pursed his lips and closed his eyes. Open your eyes, your eyes are black, close your eyes, open your eyes, nothing strange.
James trembled, "You..."
The worker made a silent gesture and suddenly raised his hand. Black smoke floated out and passed over James' stiff body. What is wrapped up.
The worker frowned and waved, and the mist floated over James' body again and was taken back to the worker's hands. James stared at the black mist with stiff eyes. Inside was a bloody butterfly!
"It seems that I was also exposed." The worker curled his lips and crushed the black mist when the mist floated back into his hands, along with the butterflies inside. "They discovered that I am no longer human."
"Oh. Please don't worry, detective." The worker looked back at James, who was still stiff. "I am an employee of Smith. They are Smith's family members. We will not have any conflicts in a place like this."
James didn't react.
But the worker had already sat back in his cubicle as if nothing had happened, and moved the desk furniture that James had messed up back to its original position.
"Detective?" The worker who had already opened the work documents and was doing his job as a warehouse worker found that James was still standing there staring at him with a stiff face, "You, um, aren't you going out?"
James' mouth opened, "You..."
The worker curled his lips and said, "It's a devil. I blinked too fast just now. Didn't you see clearly?"
"No!" James moved and quickly accelerated back to the compartment. He pressed his hands heavily on the desk, and leaned forward as if to look at the worker who had just admitted his identity, "I..." James's voice was a little trembling, because he was too excited, this excitement, negative excitement, " You can see it very clearly!”
The demon worker was sitting and James was standing. He could only raise his head and look at James's gaze with some repulsion, and raised his eyebrows, "Oh. Do you want to ask me why I am a demon? ?”
James said nothing because the other party was right.
The worker looked thoughtful and said, "Wait a moment, I need to ask for permission before I can tell you for sure." After saying that, the guy kept looking up at James, and his open eyes were suddenly filled with blackness. , this inky blackness is still rolling!
James clearly felt that his body was weak. He rejected the devil. Remember, after being raped by Crowley, James really suffered from PTSD.
James's weak arms dragged him away from the desk that supported his body, and pulled a bunch of chairs over, trying not to show any weakness as he sat down. Of course, he also looked away.
"I can tell you." The demon worker spoke, with a hint of indifference in his eyes, "The person I asked for instructions thought you already knew, and thought the vampires in Grande had told you this."
James didn't want to talk, but he really couldn't help but figure out why a demon appeared in the warehouse where Smith experienced the fire. So James could only sit here with his head down, waiting for an explanation.
"But I heard your call." The worker tilted his head. "It was Chapman who told you what happened here. He is just a human policeman who only knows what he needs to know."
The corners of James' eyes twitched.
Seeing that James didn't seem to be ready to answer anything at all, the worker curled his lips and said, "The world's punishment for Dylan is worse than what he appears. Underground..." The worker didn't care whether James looked at it again, pointing. Pointing to the ground at his feet, "None of those people survived. The workers above were also affected, not by fire directly, but by the collapsed warehouse."
The explanation continues.
"No matter how Dylan decides his position, he is a born devil, 'our man'. Whether he wants it or not, we are paying attention to him and helping him." The worker shook his head, "Of course in order to take care of Grande As for the vampire’s feelings, we will only secretly protect Dylan when he comes out.”
"He came out quite frequently during that time, for that woman..." The worker didn't seem to want to say more about this, "You should know. Then the situation that day was a bit special. They came here, and the woman received Smith's order to Come to the lab below to study 'Valmina'."
"Due to the previous Smith recording incident, out of our respect for Grande, we have temporarily avoided it." The worker shook his head. There seemed to be helplessness on his face, "It's just a temporary escape, and something we didn't want to happen happened."
James frowned. He wanted to confirm that the demon didn't know why Dylan suddenly advanced and was punished by the world. But James really didn't want to talk. did not ask.
"When we intervened, it was already too late. Maybe you don't know. The punishment of the world's laws is very fast. It completes the purpose of its appearance - the person being punished is completely wiped out, and it will disappear. It is completely different from ordinary fire. .”
James' eyebrows moved as he thought of something. Naturally, he would not ask for confirmation from the person in front of him.
"Because it happened underground. Maybe some load-bearing structure was burned down, or there was a problem with the original structure of Smith's warehouse, and the warehouse began to collapse. Then we can roughly guess that even the vampires of Grande will not be willing to This incident originating from a foreign race has led to the exposure of the Smith family secrets. Everything we and Grande do around Smith, and any impact on Barton, will become meaningless. "
This explanation comes to an end.
"So we took action. We occupied these containers where the warehouse workers above were dead or dying. Then we tried our best to maintain the integrity of the warehouse. We rescued and restored everything that could be restored." This worker was actually crooked Touching the phone with his head, the survivor... He sighed, "Honestly, this is not easy..."
He noticed the veins on James' forehead and said, "At least on the surface. This place is kept within the controllable range of the Smith family."
Controllable range? If there was a fire, only Smith's underground secrets would be lost, while the workers and buildings on the ground would be preserved, without the need for police. There is no need for any other agency that might discover Smith's secret industry to intervene in this fire! This is controllable!
"Okay, I'm done. Detective, do you have anything else to do?" He asked with a very sincere voice.
James still didn't respond.
The worker pursed his lips, thought for a moment, looked at James, as if guessing the detective's psychology, and tentatively spoke again, "If you want to know who those two Smith ladies are? Sorry, I'm just an intermediate Demon, I don’t know enough for me to come up with an answer.”
James' cheek twitched again, maybe because the other party mentioned the 'little thing' that Lidia and Eve were not human again. It was confirmed in the morning that the two people with Laura and the others were not human; it could also be that James himself passively knew the rank of the demon opposite him. Seriously, James definitely didn't want to know about this demon. Or maybe, this was just the reason why James was still sitting here. Hehe, he was caught by this demon again. The demon possessing the worker's body was right!
"But the detective can rest assured that I have told the senior people in Mary Church what I felt and saw, including the butterfly just now, and they will figure it out." The worker seemed to be comforting Zhan. Ms? "Then, if there is nothing else, you can really go out. Now that my identity has been noticed by both of them, detective, you don't want them to be suspicious of you and stay here for too long."
James stood up with his arms on the armrests of the chair, turned around quickly but walked out of the small cubicle with unsteady steps.
When James walked slowly outside the warehouse, we could take a look at the situation outside.
The Smith Warehouse looks much the same as it did when Zach came to visit it, except that it is daytime now, and there is no sense of tranquility like when Zach and Benjamin came at night.
Outside the warehouse where James was located, next to the driveway used to transfer goods to trucks, the door of a black limo was pushed open. Lidia stepped out with one foot, as if to get out of the car, and at the same time tilted her head to the side. Looking at Detective Coulson and Smith inside, he said, "You guys chat, I'll take Eve around."
"Lidya!" Before Smith, who was looking through the documents Coulson gave him in the car, had time to stop him, Lidia had already stepped out of the car.
Helping Eve out, Lidia put her hand on the car door, smiled and bent over to look at her brother, "What can we do here? Eve's painting this morning was a complete coincidence. It can help Mr. Detective and us." It's an honor, but what you are saying now, haha, we two don't understand at all, so I won't bother you." Close the door.
She had only taken a few steps away from the car, "What are you doing again, Eve!" Lidia complained a little. If Eve hadn't kept signaling, Lidia would never have wanted to go out and walk in the sun! They had been exposed to the sun all the way from Parker Elementary School, and they had only been in the car for a few minutes!
"Lidya." Eve pursed her lips with helplessness in her tone, "You are really, really, too weak. Can't you feel it? That warehouse." Eve raised her hand, her small and smooth arms Pointing to a warehouse in front of him, "It's been broken into pieces and was completely put together by other forces. Moreover, it is full of demons."
"Uh..." Lidia directly pressed down Eve's raised arm, because Detective Lance, whom she had just met in the morning, happened to be in charge of the wall and came out. Lidia asked in a low voice, "He? Detective Lance is a devil? I can't feel anything."
"No, he's not." Eve replied in a low voice, with a helpless tone, "I'm talking about the workers."
"Oh." Lidia responded softly, then put on a smile on her face and said hello to James, who looked a little weird but was indeed walking this way, "Detective Lance, you My partner was talking to my brother in the car, and I was wondering where you were."
James twitched the corners of his mouth and gave an ordinary greeting smile, but failed to pull it out, "Phone." James raised his hand to his ear, making a phone gesture, "I borrowed a phone." He said Use actions to hide your weirdness.
"Oh." Lidia nodded, ignored it, and continued walking to the warehouse under Eve's guidance.
"Where are you going?" As he passed by, James turned back specifically, looking as if he was constipated and asked.
"Just take a look." Lidia pulled Eve and explained casually, "Detective Coulson was talking to his brother about terrorist attacks." Lidia smiled and looked at Eve, "I don't want to Let Eve listen to these things, she is still a child." Clearly, when Lidia said this, her smile became even brighter.
Terrorist attacks? Well, isn't that what Coulson believes? These weird and ridiculous fires are the remnants of the Fight Club to take revenge on Barton. So the documents he is showing Smith now are information about some attacks in Newton. Coulson is trying to attract Smith's attention. The final goal to be achieved is naturally Smith's cooperation with the investigation.
Thanks to Lidia and Eve's help, this far-fetched reason can only be used a few times.
But James knew that Coulson's thinking was ridiculously crooked.
Oh, by the way, it was not just James who knew that this train of thought was ridiculous, but also these two, "So, let's go for a walk." Lidia said with a smile, no longer being disturbed by James anymore, Leading Eve forward, "Do you want to see this warehouse?" Lidia asked loudly, just like a mother helplessly 'controlled' by her children, "Okay, okay, but be good and don't run around." Oh~"(...)