Zach went to the warehouse to the south and took some time to sort out the clutter.
Jingjing (...) couldn't stay with Zach for too long. It only lasted one morning and then left without a trace. Zach had to stand in the backyard in the midday sun trying to... break up a fight.
Well, our vampire may not even bother to mediate a human fight. Well, before we officially start describing the current situation, there are some things that need to be mentioned.
James is here. In the morning, Alice and Mo came to the entertainment room on the second floor while watching the "Cook's Kitchen Collection" video on the grounds that they were familiar with the use of federal kitchen utensils. When he went straight to the office, he bumped into someone who looked exactly like him on the back porch. The shapeshifter Jin, after howling like a lunatic, asked, "Where's Zach!"
"Warehouse," Kim replied, sucking her fingers.
James' hair stood on end as he ran towards the warehouse again, so this guy didn't notice that Grande had an extra 'ghost' for the time being. This is not the point.
"I'm here to question the 'General'!" James found Zach picking a piece of marble with his fingers in the corner of the warehouse and spoke commandingly.
"Basement." Zach answered directly.
"Tell Jin not to use my appearance!!"
Zach glanced at James, clasped a piece of marble in his palm, crushed it, and rubbed it.
James stopped talking, ran back to Grande, and went directly to the basement.
Okay, that’s it, let’s get back to the present.
Louise looked at Zach who came out of the warehouse with a pleading look, and then tried to get closer to the crowd, "Okay! Don't be impulsive, Grande's master...ah!"
Louise was pushed away by a middle-aged man and fell backward unsteadily. Before the middle-aged man could do anything more extreme, Zach hugged Louise and pushed the middle-aged man away. Frowning, "If you don't talk nicely, I'll call the police."
Zach glanced sideways at the Great Dane lying on the back porch and James standing beside him. James had already put one hand on the belt and was about to show off his police badge, but he was forced to hold back at these words.
Got it. Does Zach need to call the police? James, the Lance detective, is right here. But after Zach said this, James deliberately didn't come out! I remember the last time Zach took the initiative to find the police, it was Laura, Kepler... When the five-person group had an elevator accident, Zach used the established positive image of the police to comfort the five children.
This is definitely a bad experience for James, so there must be some lessons, right
Although the situation at this time was very different, James glared at Zach. Then he glanced at Jin, whose hind legs were still twitching and contracting into normal Great Dane hind legs, and his eyes twitched. This situation is very clear, James just asked Jin to change the appearance of 'James', and prepared to come out as a policeman to stop the fight. At this time, his eyes were twitching, and he was leaning against the pillar of the back porch, looking determined to watch.
"Which one is your spouse?" Zach looked at the group of people standing together and pushing each other. Taking advantage of the intimidation of the word 'police', he took the opportunity to ask.
The crowd didn't move out of the way. There was a slight commotion from inside, and a middle-aged woman pulled an old woman out. "Mr. Grande, this, this is my mother..." The woman was still breathing, her hair was messy, and she was obviously at the center of the dispute just now.
Zach glanced at the old woman whose face was unusually calm. He frowned and motioned to Louise.
Louise quickly stepped forward to support the old woman...
"Hey, what are you going to do?!" someone howled, "The matter hasn't come to an end yet! You guys..."
Zach turned sideways to face the old woman, only giving the howler a third of his iris, and withdrew his gaze. He asked in a calm tone, "What is your name?"
The old woman's severely drooped eyelids lifted. Her old face, expressions and movements were just like Mrs. Quinn who once appeared in Grande's office. Maybe it's because of the things they faced, and it's the same reason.
At that time, Mrs. Quinn had a caregiver named Amanda to help answer questions, and the old woman also had one. The middle-aged woman smiled gratefully at Louise and smoothed the hair that was scattered on her forehead, "I am Donna, and this is my mother. ." She repeated the relationship.
Since it is not an introduction to friendship, it should be the surname. Zach nodded, looked at the old woman who was being helped by Louise to the chair (nearest) under the old Hank's carpentry shed, bowed his head slightly and saluted, "Mrs. Donna..." He was about to continue asking, but was interrupted. However, Zach understood that this was not malicious.
Middle-aged Donna frowned, stiffly avoiding the malicious looks of some people behind her, and looked at Zach, "Mr. Grande, my father didn't specifically ask him about the funeral, but the old man's ideas should be traditional. Burial…”
Donna was explaining the dispute in the backyard. In fact, she didn't need to explain it to Zach. Our vampire Zach heard it very clearly in the warehouse.
"You said yes?!" Someone in the crowd rushed out, more than one, "Why do you think what father thinks!!"
"Then why do you think what you think is right!" Among the people who rushed out were the middle-aged female Donna.
Zach frowned, indicating that it was still needed, and 'listening' could not get all the information.
For example, now, Zach knows who is speaking. In the warehouse, Zach has dug out two large holes, five small holes, and eight or nine holes on the marble with his fingers, which represent the first generation. The old woman who was helped by Louise to sit down, the second generation - the middle-aged woman Donna in front of Zach and the middle-aged men and women who rushed out to rebut and defend, the third generation of young people - Zach was too lazy to distinguish who was who. Whose child. Look, a bunch of people.
Zach has clearly heard the relationship between these people and their respective purposes. Now, the faces and voices correspond. Zach felt something was abnormal. The middle-aged Donna had blue eyes, and the other four people who walked out one by one were brown and green in different shades.
Zach turned to look at the old woman's eyes, which were too old and muddy gray.
How could immediate relatives be in this situation? Zach looked again at the noisy men and women rushing over.
The middle-aged woman next to Zach, Donna, suddenly turned red. She clenched her fists and turned to the visitor. Her eyes glanced at the two specific people, "Enough of you! It's not your turn to shout now! Father's property is If you want to give it, it’s also for mother! It’s not your turn yet!”
The backyard was quiet for a moment, and a key point that had never been revealed was shouted out.
Everyone should know. In addition to being the last rites performed for the deceased who once existed, the funeral also has some practical significance for those who are still alive. The announcement of the will follows the funeral. The reason is also very practical. The funeral is the only time that can 'forcibly' bring some living people together.
"Who, who the fuck, said property!" Someone swore, and the reason was in his tone. "We are clearly discussing whether to use cremation for funerals, or burial..." Definitely not the stuttering caused by shortness of breath, nor the blushing caused by pure excitement, "You, what do you mean by mentioning property at this time? !”
Zach put aside the doubts in his heart for the time being and walked towards the old woman. As the owner of a funeral home, Zach still knows something. As a traditional funeral, burial takes at least three days from start to finish. On the first day, the details of the funeral need to be discussed; on the second day, the funeral home prepares, such as the cemetery, church... etc.; on the third day, the formal funeral.
This is at least, possibly as long as half a month. Think about it, Mr. Quinn's funeral. What should Benjamin and the others do if they don’t just receive the angel statue at Ford Funeral Home? Made to order now.
But for burial, Zach knew from Madison's work report that the process of cremation was as fast as ordering a pizza. The only things required for cremation are the option of adding an urn if the incinerator is empty. Gone.
Zach, who personally supervised the work of the mill for a week, knew how efficiently the several incinerators in the mill could burn a body!
So now the situation is completely clear, and some people can't wait.
Zach did not touch the old woman with her eyes lowered and her face calm, "May I ask what your decision is, madam, at this moment. The opinion of your spouse is higher than that of future generations." Zach was talking nonsense because it was useless. Things that everyone knew about the situation at this time were deliberately ignored by these people. Even if Zach asked about it, they would continue to ignore it.
"I've been here." The old woman glanced at Zach, her calmness was uncomfortable, "Isn't this the only traditional funeral home in Barton? Tell me, what is my opinion?"
Zach looked back at the five people who were continuing to argue. Someone tried to rush here, "Mother! How could you not ask our opinions?! Such a big thing, our last thing for our father! How could you? Just decide so casually..."
"Whatever you decide! What have you done for your father again?! This last thing..." Let them argue.
Zach nodded slightly and stretched out his hand as if to help the old woman up. "I'm just confirming Madam's decision. Since Madam's decision has been made, please go to the office to talk."
The old woman raised her eyelids and was helped up by Zach, her eyes were a little weird.
"Hey! You..." Someone tried to rush over, but it was okay, but his brother and sister with different eye colors stopped him. Soon, it became a chaotic pushing and shoving, "What are you doing?!"
Zach and Louise supported the old woman from left to right. When passing by the pushing crowd, Zach raised his hand and pushed away the people who were trying to stop him. His tone was a little cold, "This is the Grande Funeral Home. You don't want to be here." You can leave here. I am the master of Grande, and I only need to talk to those who want to stay here."
That's right, the vampire doesn't want to participate in this human farce at all. His principles are simple and low-level. A funeral home is a business, and he only talks to people who are willing to do this business. Just like how he treated Pochi who interrupted.
When walking to the back porch, James, who was leaning against the pillar, had to move. It's not because Zach and Louise were supporting an old woman and looked too weak when faced with a group of chaotic people surrounding them. But James' eyes couldn't ignore Zach's palm moving back and forth. He was really worried that the vampire would pinch anyone in the chaos...
In the end, James was of no use. After a few pushes, he was pushed onto the back porch. As soon as Zach and Louise escorted people into the stairwell, the detective was pushed against the eaves of the door. James forced the door shut with a troubled expression, and reached out to pull out his police badge with difficulty.
No.
The Great Dane stared outside the crowd for a while and was pushed against the door by the crowd. James's lips were opened by something and squirmed. He opened his mouth and spat out the contents in his mouth. He shook it off unhappily. Shaking the head, if there is an expression, it should be an expression of bad taste.
The twisted, bumpy Patton Police Department badge lay on the ground outside the crowd. It was naturally James's. The Great Dane went for a walk wagging his butt. Well, this is revenge. Who knows what method James used before to force Jin to return to this form. It probably won't be an excessive method. However, Jin just wanted revenge, and the reason was on the second floor.
From the window of the entertainment room on the second floor of Grande, Mo smiled and asked Alice, "Is that the form that the gecko usually wears in Grande? Haha, I haven't seen it before. What is it, haha, a dog."
"Great Dane," Alice answered with a wink.
"Big, Dan, Dog." Mo repeated, probably practicing her pronunciation, and then she smiled again, "Very suitable for guarding the palace, haha, they all have expressionless faces."
"Yeah." Alice nodded. On the TV cabinet behind them, the picture was paused, and it stayed on the slightly fat Cook squatting in front of the oven. There was nothing strange (Papa Midnight Line, Brian was recording here before) After seeing Papa Midnight in the belt, and then reverting to Ryan, Alice and everyone in Grande hid it. After Sibera informed Grande about the Indian barrier, Alice has been hiding it for the past few days. I am afraid that everyone will forget the reason why I am happy, so I will mention it...). Apparently the two people were watching the excitement outside from the window.
"But..." Mo raised his eyebrows, "Does Zach really not care about these people outside? It seems like there is going to be a real fight."
Alice pursed her lips, opened the window, and leaned half of her body out. Although Mo didn't know what Alice was going to do, he protected Alice's waist thoughtfully. She was a considerate woman.
Alice looked at the heads of everyone below attentively, then retracted her body, closed the window, and smiled relaxedly, "It's okay, no one will die, I'm sure!"
Mo was confused for a moment, then his eyebrows turned into a smile, "Alice, you are very powerful."
"Thank you." Alice tilted her head like a girl and turned to the window, "I'm going to prepare tea for the guests. I'll be back in a moment."
Mo smiled and nodded. She originally wanted to go along and see the difference in the federation's refreshments, but she was also curious about how the people below would end up.
"Gun, it's a gun!!" someone shouted in panic! Spread immediately!
"Back off! Everyone back off!" Someone shouted angrily.
Mo's eyes moved down, and among the panicked retreating crowd, a man holding a gun walked out of the back corridor. He kept shouting "Back off!" But his eyes were not aiming at all, and his light was scanning everywhere on the ground. Then, the man discovered it, ran to somewhere quickly, picked up a crooked, potholed object, and held it up to the panicked crowd with a gloomy expression, "Barton Police Department!"
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