After breakfast, Alice and Benjamin set off, driving Anthony's old car. The Grand van was to be left with Danny to pick up 'people'.
Matthew's appetite was more severely affected than Benjamin's, and he was also not in good spirits. I have been late for returning to Grande these two days. While waiting for Matthew to have breakfast, Zach made the decision to let Matthew sleep in Grande for the next few days.
When Matthew finished eating and Zach was about to leave, a certain wizard came over again, still smelling of Indian witchcraft and herbs all over his body...
"Where's Benjamin?" Max asked, looking at Matthew standing next to Zach on the back porch with a sad look on his face.
"You're out, you're late." The answer was Zach. Zach looked at Max, touched his nose and frowned, "You smell worse."
"Uh..." Max jumped on the spot and shook, "I can't do anything to help Sibella and the others. I can only prepare materials and so on..."
Mo appeared behind Zach and made an inhaling motion, as if smelling the scent of Max's body. "I have seen some of the Indian witchcraft in the Republic." The words were about the beginning of yesterday. Max called out her identity, "You are making a potion with a preservation effect." Mo frowned, as if thinking of something bad.
There was actually excitement on Max's face. Yesterday, he wanted to see Mo's. He was curious and wanted to know, but he was forcefully pulled away by Benjamin. "Yes! Can you see that? Are you curious about Indian witchcraft?" ?I can trade with you..."
"No." Mo kept frowning, "It's not curiosity, it's disgust." Mo looked at Zach, "In the Republic, you call him Papa Midnight, the ancestor of witchcraft. After killing our 'spirits' , they will preserve the corpse like this, and then study it to make something disgusting."
Max opened his mouth, unable to continue.
Zach had no intention of coming to the rescue and glanced at Max. "Sibella and the others are still doing something to the corpses of those werewolves."
"Uh, um." Max had no choice but to turn his eyes away from Mo, "It's just that someone seemed to have reminded the police that they were looking for these corpses (it was James, of course), so I stopped researching for the time being and made medicine first to find a way to preserve these corpses. , let the police take it away first, and then think of ways to get it back."
Zach frowned, "Preservation? The police will definitely use these corpses for testing. Won't the way you Indians preserve them affect anything?"
"No. Werewolves are actually dead the moment they become werewolves. When they really die, their bodies will explode very quickly..." He glanced at our vampire unnaturally, "You probably Knows better than me... So Sibella and John are actually in a hurry and must put it on hold now. This will only make the police test look more normal."
Zach twitched his lips and didn't want to ask any more questions, "Do you have anything else? If you have nothing else, I can go back to your place."
Max knew he had caused the unpleasantness. "Then I'm leaving. Ming, I'll come back tomorrow."
Zach wanted to refuse. After looking at the guy with his head hanging down and leaving without much energy, he shook his head. After all, he was the one who lived and died with Benjamin Matthew, so forget it, let him go. Watch this guy leave. Zach went to the cemetery to the west.
Mo went with him because he was not in a good mood and wanted to go out for a walk. The way Zach looked at her, she didn't feel as if she had been adversely affected by the sunlight. Instead, she looked like the vampire himself needed a drink in the increasingly warm sunlight. It made Zach feel like he was being compared.
"I thought the cemeteries in the Federation would be more different from those over there." Mo walked past other people's tombstones without any hesitation. When he came across a more beautiful tombstone, he touched it twice. "The results are similar."
Matthew held a thick cemetery management book and kept explaining things like who was buried nearby. Choosing a cemetery is actually similar to choosing a real estate. People of the same social status will naturally meet in the same area... Well, that's what it means.
"The way of choosing is a bit different." He leaned next to Matthew and looked at Grande's cemetery management book. "You chose so superficially." The words were said to Zach, "The positions you just decided , they are all in places with cemeteries of similar specifications nearby." Mo hit the nail on the head, "You choose the location entirely based on the amount paid by the customer."
"Yes." Zac answered without thinking that there was anything wrong with it. "The specifications of the cemetery that can be made with the same payment are of course similar. Is there something wrong with my method?"
Mo pursed his lips and shook his head, "No problem, but what I don't understand is that you guys don't seem to care about the location of the cemetery. This selection method can at most make the cemetery look, well, neat - similar specifications. Cemetery together.”
"That's good." Zac replied matter-of-factly, "This is a cemetery, and underneath are all decayed and no longer alive bodies. Cleanliness is the only thing they need." As the only traditional funeral business owner in Barton, Zac Grams gave this, well, professional opinion.
"Okay." Mo pursed her lips. This is the Federation. It's time for her to realize all her knowledge and do as the Romans do. "You go ahead."
"Matthew." Zach shrugged and visited the three cemeteries in the east, west and south. "How many plots of land have I reserved?"
Matthew quickly pulled out his notes and counted, "Thirty-six dollars." This was the answer. Well, a lot…
"That's enough." Zach squinted and looked up at the sun, which was already close to the middle. It had been gone all morning. "Go back. Pick out a few small pieces for Louise to put into the plan. When you return, pick out a few more pieces. ." Why did you choose so many? The answer is here. Zach chuckled and turned around, "One step at a time, let Mrs. Donna retreat slowly."
"Going back?" Mo was left behind, and she turned to look north, "Isn't there another park over there that I haven't seen yet?"
Zach raised his eyebrows and turned around with a smile, "Federal cemeteries also have location requirements. That is, North Park is a cemetery reserved for sinners and people who no one cares about. Ordinary people would not want to be buried there."
Mo opened his mouth, as if he had something to say, but closed it and followed Zach silently.
Zach felt the coldness on his back. It felt disgusting that a soul-like alien could actually make his vampire's back feel cold.
"Tell me." Zach frowned, turned around, and looked at this ghost from the Republic, "What do you want to say?"
First she let out a breath, as if she had been holding back the pain before, "Beiyuan is the best place here, it's Qi..." She suddenly paused, smiled slightly, looked at Zach and tried to show that he was patient and patient. The face that listened to you said, "In words that you foreigners from the Federation can understand, that is the place where 'things are born' are suitable."
Zach turned around. He had finished listening and could go home.
"Don't you understand?" Mo Piao, probably Piao, anyway, the shoes of the same style as Louise were not on the ground, and 'moved' to Zach's side, "I said birth, you forgot what I told you in the kitchen. Is it? The... 'things' of our republic are all born, from people, things, and nothingness. The place where you bury sinners and nameless people is the place where we were born."
Zach continued to move forward, "What do you want to express?" With an expressionless face, "Do you want to tell me that people in the Republic would choose such a place to be buried in order to be reborn after death." Haha, this is Zach's case. , it’s just a discussion of world cognition.
Mo shook his head, but immediately nodded again, "Uh... I meant this, but there are other things..."
Zach interrupted, "Nothing else. That's Grand North Park. I'm the master of Grand. I haven't seen anything born yet. Your knowledge in the Republic." Zach glanced at her, "It's wrong." The look he gave was - 'Please recognize your situation'.
"It's just suitable, but it's not guaranteed." Mo didn't mind the unkind words and tilted his head with a smile, "I can feel that there is something there, the 'essence' we talked about, brewing and being born."
Zach raised his hand, intending to wave it to end the conversation, but his hand stopped halfway and turned to look at Matthew, "Is Harrison buried there?"
"yes."(.)