In the Grand backyard in the early morning, Jackson, who had stayed temporarily, floated next to Ryan, "What is she doing? She's been like this all night."
With his closed eyes, Mo's eyebrows twitched, and he made a breathing movement for the last time. He opened his eyes, took a look at the two alien souls, walked up to the back corridor, and said to Zach, who was still holding the radio and changing the channel, "If you want me to help Harrison properly, please don't let anyone bother me!"
Before Master Grande could respond, this female ghost from the Republic entered the house and pretended to want breakfast.
Zach could only tilt his head and wave to the two boys in the backyard, "You know, it's your advantage that you don't occupy a seat. There is no extra room for you to occupy in Grande now, so please use your advantage. , how about not disturbing other people?”
The two boys ignored Zach and started chatting, "Ryan, you are from Reiput High School, right. What is Reiput like?"
Zach shook his head. He missed Dylan and would just stay in the basement without disturbing anyone. However, missing him is useless, Dylan's existence has completely disappeared, and there is no room for maneuver.
James' car drove into the backyard as promised, and he didn't know whether it was intentional or not. The detective deliberately turned around and buried half of Ryan's body in the front of the car.
"Have you had breakfast?" Zach greeted James who got off the car with a smile.
James looked very calm. He got out of the car. He looked at Ryan who was half-stuck in the front of the car. He turned away and walked directly towards Zach. "Who is he talking to?"
Miraculously, James could see and hear Ryan, but he couldn't see Jackson, who was chatting with Ryan about high school life.
"Jackson Bishop, Blake will keep him here for a few days." Zach answered directly.
James's chest rose slightly, inhaling, perhaps before. The guy's expression turned gloomy, but now, after exhaling, he was still calm, "What's breakfast?"
"Republican style breakfast, taught by Mo, taught Alice." Zach raised his eyebrows, "Tofu curds. Fritters?" Zach wasn't sure whether his pronunciation was correct.
"Where's 'General'." James didn't seem to be at all curious about what these two strange-sounding foods were. There was only one explanation. The general's son knew what they were, just as he was not at all curious about Mo's republican face.
During the conversation, both of them walked to the restaurant. Zach pointed to the basement in the stairwell and said, "Get ready to leave."
Before entering the restaurant, James temporarily held the handrail leading to the basement and glanced down. "What to prepare?"
"It's mainly food." Zach answered casually, "I asked him not to make any big noise in the first few days after returning to the southeast, so he needs to prepare his own food."
Ever since James arrived, their conversations had always dangerously revolved around aliens. But James didn't 'explode', which was strange.
"I replied to Coulson and said that you are not sure about the recent movements of the 'General'." James withdrew his gaze to the basement and entered the restaurant. "He has dug out Aix's background and is only one step away from Falcon." James sat at the dining table consciously. Put it this way.
Alice held the dinner plate and placed two long golden strips in front of James. . (I don’t know how to describe it) Then he ran back to the kitchen happily, “James, tofu pudding, salty or sweet?”
"Salty." James glanced at Mo, who tilted his head to look at him, and curled his lips. "I am a salty bean curd party member."
Mo smiled and made no comment. He just glanced at Zach with an expression of 'I told you so'.
Zach ignored it, just like when Mo expressed his doubts about James at first. Instead, Zach finally put down the radio which had yielded no results. He took the wine bottle from Louise and filled it for himself, "James, continue, how is the situation in the southeast."
"After the wedding, Coulson still approached the Fisher family and was not rejected. With the convenience provided by Fisher's surname, the Bureau also acquiesced to Coulson's investigation. He was allowed to go to the southeast with patrol support. I visited once.”
Zach raised his eyebrows. He didn't quite understand what was going on between Fisher and Falcon. Ax is Falcon's man, and Zack doesn't know the significance of Ax's cargo collapse in Port Massa. This is beyond the scope of information that "Barton Bottoms" can provide, and it can only be put aside for the time being.
On the other hand, the situation in the southeast should be much clearer after Coulson’s on-site visit. “So, how is the situation in the southeast?”
"The chaos has subsided." James had already started chewing food. "Most of the bars (gangs in the southeast use bars as their base) have closed down..." When he said this, James wrinkled and came to Grande. It was the first time he had an eyebrow, and he didn't know whether it was because the breakfast made by Alice didn't suit his taste, or because of what he meant by what he said.
Understandable, the chaos in the southeast is a fierce battle between gangs of various sizes in the southeast. Once the gangs are 'dead', the chaos will naturally subside. It's lasted long enough and it's time to end. Now look at the state of the Southeast. This chaos should be more appropriately defined as 'cleansing'.
James paused for a moment to let the food in his mouth swallow, "The Skull is still open for business, but Coulson said that Squall himself was not found."
"He must still be alive, Crowley won't let him die." Zach waved his hand, seeming to give a conclusion casually. This is a fact.
"Today, the bureau asked Coulson to continue taking people to the southeast for population registration." James took the bean curd from Alice and glanced at Zach, "You know what this means, right?"
"Of course I know." Zach swung his glass, "The matter representing the Southeast is about to be completely over. The police are carrying out cleanup work." Those who disappeared in the chaos, no, the purge in the Southeast, just like that Disappeared.
James withdrew his gaze and began to deal with his bean curd, "So Coulson can't go to the step of discovering Falcon at all. The Bureau has already made arrangements."
Zach raised his eyebrows and looked at James with a smile on his lips. He was neither good nor evil. "As a new detective, James, it seems that you don't care much about things in the southeast. You just obey the police department." Have you made the arrangements above?"
James turned his gaze slightly without looking at Zach. After all, it didn't turn into a gloomy frown or a twitching of the corners of his eyes, "You don't need to say this, your copy of "Barton's Bottom" has already revealed that it's useless for me to care." He shook his head at Douhua, "I don't Time is wasted on things that cannot be changed.”
Zach tilted his head slightly, James' change might be sudden. But our vampire understands—James Lance appears in Barton, the easternmost city in the Federation, for a reason! And the reason for this is definitely not to debate morality with Grande’s master, our vampire!
"You have time, take a vacation?" Zach smiled and raised his glass, purely teasing. To be honest, James is very boring now.
"I'm not on vacation." James still raised his lips. Hey, nature, glanced at Zach. He really didn't understand why Zach, a vampire, always tried to tease him, "It's a regular rest. Remember, I have compulsory treatment arrangements for PTSD twice a week."
"Amelia?" Zach blinked, is this thing still going on
"Yes." James shook his head helplessly, "But recently Emily..." He still changed his title. "Dr. Browning was busy herself, so I made a deal with her."
Zach swung his glass. "You have turned the twice-weekly treatment time into your own free time?" Amelia actually agreed
"Twice a week, three hours each time." James moved his shoulders. "Anyway, the two of us will not cooperate with each other during the treatment process, so if we both need this time, we will make an appointment to take a vacation together."
Well. This is clearly exploiting a loophole in the system! These two restless guys!
"So, where is Amelia now?" James is here, and Zach actually cares about the other side.
"How do I know?" James waved his hand, "I just don't want to go to the southeast with Coulson and waste this time."
Zach narrowed his eyes. "You don't want to finish your job at the police station, so you come to Grande?"
"Yes." James glanced at Zach. He had already told Zach a lot of what Zach wanted to know. It was his turn to get what he wanted to know, "Toledo of the Sabbat Alliance. "James glanced at the radio that Zach had put aside before, "Did you find any news?"
yes! James is asking for news about alien races! West, news about the vampires of the Sabbat!
"No." Zach curled his lips, "I'm going to write a letter to ask those radio programs about the Sabbat Toledo band."
"Won't you call the band's company directly?" James frowned and tugged at the corners of his mouth, absolutely secretly.
"I've fought." Zach took a sip of wine, "I couldn't even pass the public relations test." Haha, the owner of Grande has done something like this to return a 'little fan', so he decided to listen to Alice. My suggestion is to write to the program team who know the news."
Well, on this point, Alice wrote to 'Cook's Kitchen'. Remember, when it comes to things like little fans, Alice is better at it. And recently, Alice is preparing to continue writing a letter about the program proposal, which is to share some republican recipes that suit the taste of the federal people with Mo's permission...
James shook his head with a 'You're useless' expression, but he lowered his head and chewed the food, and Zach raised his head to drink the 'wine', so no one noticed.
"About that Kozier." James spoke again, "You or I, one of us must remind Amelia. What are you going to do?"
This is about another thing, something that Zach didn't quite understand what Amelia meant at the wedding - 'I can protect myself. I can control people's affairs. 'These were Emily's exact words at the time.
At that time, Zach could only understand that Emilia was alluding to things related to alien races, and she was helpless, but she didn't know what exactly she was referring to. Now, Zach knows, with the help of James .
"I'm not ready to do anything yet." Zach shook his head and smiled, "I suggest you don't do anything. It's good to keep the free time between you two times a week."
"This is not good." James, who had changed his attitude towards Grande, still had different opinions from Zach. He frowned, "I have known the Cozier family basically since I was born. I have absolutely no idea that they are... aliens. Either they hide well enough, or they are dangerous... "
Zach raised his hand and interrupted, because James had indeed changed his attitude towards Grande, but towards aliens, James had not changed. He still rejects foreign races, but his rejection is more subtle, and the direction of rejection has changed. You can slowly understand this.
So before James said anything that would affect the peaceful breakfast atmosphere, Zach interrupted in time, "You don't know a lot of things, Linda, don't you know either." Zach turned away. , expressing that he didn't want to talk more about Linda, "I have a little guess. If you are interested, you can visit the Morelin family."
Morelin? The mind-reading tailor buried in Ogier Street and approved by Zack? Zach's next words may have been a reminder of the inexplicable suggestion, "Kozir has the support of the Sabbat and has become a famous men's clothing brand in the Federation, Morelin. It's a pity."
At this time, the conversation between Zach and James will release a lot of information, so listen carefully.
"You mean..." James frowned, thinking.
"Think about it for yourself." Zach waved his hand. It was just his guess. He didn't want to say anything to death. "Ozzy Cozier came to Grande once. I didn't feel the danger, so there won't be any." No matter what danger is imminent, Amelia is still safe. With me..." Zach paused, "With us." He looked at James, "Find out the Sabbat's true purpose of sending Cozier to Barton. Until then, I’m not going to do anything. I suggest you do the same.”
"What the same!" James' frowning thoughts seamlessly turned into irritability and natural instinct, "I will not follow the script of my father (General Lance)! He is just a puppet of the Sabbat..."
"Stop." Zach once again stopped James in time, before he said something he would regret, "You are now in Barton, talking to me, the real Toledo, in the Grand Restaurant." Zach Raising the glass again, "You didn't follow anyone's script. Recognize yourself James. If we want to truly cooperate, I need my partner to have the most basic ability to recognize myself."
James stared at Zach gloomily as if he had regained his true nature, and it was not clear whether this malice was unleashed on Zach.
"I don't care what you need." James said after a brief silence and watching Zach empty the wine glass, "I just don't want Barton to become another Sabbat's back garden like the West!"
Zach poured himself wine again, reached out to touch James' bowl of bean curd with a smile, and raised his eyebrows, "Me too, partner." (.)