"It's not over!" James blocked the door. Very good. On the shoulders of Benjamin, who was blocked, the body bag he was carrying was facing James, and the bulging round part swayed in front of James' face. That's the head. Lip's corpse's head faced James through the sheets and the black plastic body bag.
James tried to push it away, but the texture of the plastic made the detective's body stiffen, "It's not over yet..."
Benjamin took a few steps back thoughtfully, put down the body bag, and casually blocked the middle part of the body to prevent it from tipping over. He looked at James helplessly, "What do you want to do?"
"I, I don't want to do anything!" James clenched his fist and stared at Zach, "I'm just telling you that your work is not over yet! Although it is suicide, what is the reason? What is the motive? Are there any witnesses? In addition to the following Does anyone know about Green? Where did you get the suicide drug? Your job is to clean up, shouldn't you eliminate all traces that may be discovered?"
Zach tilted his head. What James said made sense, but, "I think even if Old Hank, a professional cleaner, wouldn't care about these things. James, don't take away the content of your detective's work." Apply it." Apply? certainly! Isn't the job of a police detective to discover as many clues as possible and then find out the truth? To put it another way, a cleaner should be a profession that buries all the clues and makes the truth disappear!
"Or..." Zach raised his eyebrows and smiled, "You just want to do the work of a police detective and let us find all the clues during the cleanup process, and then you can rely on these clues to find the truth. Even if everything is revealed in the end. We have cleared it up, but you also know the truth, and you will feel better, right?"
James pursed his lips, that was the truth. In front of Grande, he compromised.
"You've made progress James." Zach tilted his head, "Knowing that you can't stop us anyway, just try to make yourself feel better and comfort yourself."
It was a compliment, but James was not happy at all. I could only purse my lips and block the door.
"Okay." Zach thought for a while, "Since you want to know the truth about his suicide, and the whereabouts of Dream Demon Lip are beyond our control, I can't tell you the truth about his suicide for you to ask directly. His suggestion." Zach looked around the bedroom, "I'm not going to ask about the source of those drugs. Green is the director of the sanatorium, so these things should be easy for him to get. He is not qualified to be a clue for the police detective, nor is he We need to 'clean up' him. But we can look for it, maybe there is something like a suicide note."
Now that Master Grande has made a decision to satisfy James' psychological comfort, the search begins.
The process is boring, because even vampires and Alphas find things in the same way as ordinary people. It's just faster. I mean a lot faster.
Five minutes, maybe only three minutes. James stood stiffly at the door, looking at the afterimage lines that were pulled out of the bedroom, and the various furniture and items that were quickly moved and returned to their places amidst the shaking of the afterimages.
When Zach stood in the middle of the bedroom again, arranging his slightly messy clothes, James spoke, "Did you find anything?"
Zach shook his head. He was more focused on arranging his appearance in front of the fitting mirror, but Benjamin, who pulled down the wrinkled T-shirt on his chest and then shouldered the body bag again, waved his hand to James impatiently, "We can go now. Bar!"
James could only let the door open.
Zach, who had tidied up his appearance, smiled and patted James as he left behind Benjamin. "Don't be too disappointed, there is also..."
Before Zach could finish speaking, Mr. Green's inquiry came up from downstairs, his voice was very loud, "Do it, are you done?"
Zach gave James a waiting look, and the three of them went downstairs together. Mr. Green was waiting in the living room, his face slightly red, holding a glass of liquor that should be whiskey in his hand, and holding a check in his other hand, which was Grande's reward.
When he saw what was on Benjamin's shoulder, Mr. Green turned away with an ugly expression and handed over the check, "In other words, the remuneration agreed upon before, I, I don't want anyone to know what you have done."
Zach didn't answer for the time being, but smiled and motioned for Benjamin, who was carrying the body, to go out first, "You know Grande's main business is still a funeral home, so if you need a secret funeral, it won't be a problem for us. "
Oh my God, Zach is doing business.
Carrying a corpse is not an everyday action after all, so Benjamin, who went out first, didn't pay much attention when leaving, letting the body bag hanging on his shoulders hit the furniture, counters, and door eaves back and forth. And every collision made Mr. Green's face, who was trying his best to control himself not to look over there, look even uglier. It is ugly and sad.
Therefore, Zach's inexplicable behavior of soliciting business turned into a considerate act.
"You, you can see..." Mr. Green drank the wine glass in his hand, and the check was clenched and crumpled, emotionally.
"It's not that difficult to tell." Zach turned his head and pointed at the photo on the wall of the stairs. "Although there is an age difference, you can still guess the identity." Zach shrugged, "Maybe I shouldn't ask, but I really don’t understand why Mr. Green would cover up the fact that his son committed suicide.”
If the other party answered that suicide was a scandal for a well-established family, Zach would nod, take the check and leave.
The truth is 'better', Mr. Green didn't answer directly. Zach's face, which was still smiling, became a little stiff, and James behind him changed a few positions unnaturally.
"Okay." Zach shook his head, "Before I leave, I'd better remind Mr. Green that Grande's work has been completed today, and no news will be leaked from Grande. But Mr. Green , I’m not sure about other places, because we checked and found no suicide note or anything like that. We wonder if your son may have left clues pointing to suicide elsewhere. If Mr.’s original intention was Completely bury this matter and please pay attention to it, sir.”
After saying these words, which were both a thoughtful reminder and a disclaimer, Zach stretched out his hand to ask for a check.
However, Mr. Green didn't hand over the wrinkled check, but his expression became even uglier. "You said the suicide note might make people discover that my son committed suicide?"
Zach glanced at James and said that he was taking over what he had not finished before. When he looked at Mr. Green, he used a matter-of-fact expression, "Yes. If the suicide note is not completed in front of a lawyer, it will become a binding will. , Sir, can you think of anything else except that the person who wrote the suicide note is about to commit suicide?"
This does not require expertise, it is the logic brought by common sense.
Mr. Green's face, which was holding the empty cup... became even more ugly on the ugly road, "I, I..."
I looked at it for a long time, and Zach shook his head, "So not only is there a suicide note, but was it also taken away by you, sir?"
"That, that was the only thing he left... me. I..."
"Mr. Green, you think you should destroy it." Zach said with a nonchalant attitude, "Of course, this is just my suggestion, you can ignore it."
James actually secretly tugged on Zach's back at this moment. Zach ignored it.
"Mr. Green, Grande has completed the work you said you needed. Can you..." Zach took the initiative to get the check that was still in the other party's hand.
Mr. Green took a step back as if instinctively, and stared at Zach. Putting down the empty cup, holding the check tightly, "You, wait for me!" He turned around and walked to the east side of the living room, which seemed to be a study or office room.
Zach continued to ignore the irritable looks James kept sending while his master was away. He casually looked at the decoration in the living room. It's still boring. The powerful people in the South District and their villas are too different from the manor and the owners of the West District. They have no value for taste. The vampire Zach who has lived for four centuries cannot be interested.
When Mr. Green came back, he not only had a new check in his hand. There is also an envelope, "You just said a secret funeral, I..."
In order to prevent the other party from dodging again, Zach directly 'snatched' the check, glanced at it, and doubled the number, "Leave it to Grande, but don't force the cemetery, ceremony, and procedures, sir."
Mr. Green nodded reluctantly, "Also, there is this, it is..."
"I guess this is the last thing your son left behind?" Suicide note.
Still nodded.
Zach showed an understanding expression, nodded slightly, and went to pick it up thoughtfully, "Let Grande handle it, a father shouldn't have to face..." Zach squeezed the envelope with a little force, and successfully got the thing in his hand. , "This kind of thing."
Zach ignored Mr. Green's gaze following the envelope. Before the other party could say anything else, "Well, farewell, Mr. Green. The burial place will be notified separately." He turned and left.
Outside the villa, Benjamin had already started the truck and was waiting impatiently for the two of them to come up. As soon as James in the back seat was urged by Zach to fasten his seat belt, Benjamin started the van, "You're going to want to hear this."
Benjamin turned up the volume of the radio, with rapid drum beats, psychedelic electronic sound effects, and deliberate roars. Zach raised his eyebrows. When he heard the lyrics that deliberately amplified blood worship and obsession with death, he asked an off-topic question. Question, "Benjamin, how did you do that? Why does the channel I tuned have noise but the one you tuned didn't?"
Benjamin shrugged, "Talent."
"Are you going to open that envelope?" James in the back seat was obviously not a fan of this genre of music. He leaned forward under the restraints of his seat belt and shouted to Zach in the passenger seat.
Zach ignored it, "Is this their new song? I thought they would release it at the concert."
Do you still remember the last time you heard the news on the radio about the Sabbat Toledo band - Children of the Night? The overly emotional and overly excited host said that the new songs of the Children of the Night would be released at the new concert, dedicated to them. A fan who 'unfortunately' died during the first concert.
Yes, Zach waited for a few days, and the news about the Children of the Night that he was deliberately looking for finally appeared.
Benjamin shook his head and seemed to be keeping time with the music, "It sounds pretty good, what do you think?"
"Absolutely." Zach tilted his head and pushed away James' hand that was reaching out to snatch the envelope, then frowned and continued to speak louder, "Did you hear that, the chaotic sound in the background? Did you scream?"
James' hand that was still preparing to snatch froze.
"I heard it." Benjamin continued to beat the music with an expressionless face. "Isn't it to commemorate the fans who died in the first concert? This method is quite creative."
This new song features live recordings from the time!
Zach returned to the original question, "What show is this? Is there any mention of a reason why they're releasing new songs early?"
"It's the music box, the lunchtime special." I don't know what Benjamin was thinking under his expressionless face, "The concert originally scheduled in the central part of the federation has been cancelled, and the new concert will return to the city where it was first held, in the west. , 'making up for regrets.'" Benjamin quoted the host's original words in a calm tone, "'Fans who were disappointed when they failed to get tickets last time, you have fewer competitors, so don't do it this time. "I'm sorry," he sounded much more excited than me." Because last time a part of me died in a stampede accident, hum, I don't know what caused this stampede.
Zach twitched his lips, "I think we can ask this guy to be fired on the grounds that his remarks are extremely inappropriate."
Benjamin had a smile on his face and glanced at Zach, "Yes, you can add this sentence to the letter you want to write."
Zach tilted his head and said, "I will." Then he raised the envelope in his hand and faced it against the light. It seemed that there were only a few pieces of paper.
Zach glanced at James who was still stiff in the rearview mirror, ignored it, opened the envelope and pulled out a few pieces of paper inside.
First of all, Lip's handwriting is ugly, small, weirdly crooked, and difficult to write. Then, the content is also full of fragmented self-talk and numbers with unclear meanings.
Zach tried to distract the stiff James.
The time is up, 3452, don’t always remind, 423, know what to do, 2323…
Zach gave up, turned around and gave the last thing that Lip had left as a human to James, "What you want is given to you. If you can find out any truth, tell me, I might be interested. .”
James slowly unfolded the paper that was thrust into his hand and pursed his lips. He was not in the mood to care about this at all now. From the Valmina incident to the murder of Jackson Bishop, he had a very bad impression of the Sabbat's Toledo, which may have been influenced by Zach.
At this time, the background sound in this new song, which could be heard by humans at the highest volume, reinforced this impression to the extreme, "Will these... bands come to Barton?"
Zach glanced at James in the rearview mirror, "Do you want to write a letter for me and ask the program crew who may know the news?"
This stupid method that James despised should have been accepted, because silence represents acquiescence, right. (.)