The crescent moon is setting in the west, and the dead walking on the cemetery are like sea crabs returning to their nests. The earth is rustling and rolling over, with no trace of being opened anymore. All living things are erased under the silver moonlight.
Benjamin only put on a pair of loose shorts. He used the off-white shirt to wipe off the yellow and white stains on his body, and finally crumpled it into a ball and discarded it. There was a smile on the werewolf's lips. It was a pleasure to see Papa leading Grand's eldest son by the nose at midnight.
"You're gloating." Zach looked at his 'brother' helplessly.
"Yes." Benjamin admitted with a smile...
Papa Midnight, who never showed up, seemed to have forgotten the existence of werewolves during this 'conversation'. But, is this a joke? I mean, werewolves were basically created by Papa Midnight to be the natural enemies of vampires! I am, what would I think if I raised a dog to look after my house, but found that the vicious dog that was supposed to bite the robber's throat was playing happily with the robber
So, even I know what the two people here have overlooked! A vampire encounters Papa Midnight while digging for his own 'descendants'? coincide? But since none of the people involved are aware of it, I, the sidekick, just keep silent, "Don't spoil the story, that would be no fun." '—Papa Midnight.
The sleepy Anthony was woken up by Zach. The night was not long, and the mayor still needed to work for the city of Barton. Zach took out the funeral records of 'Ian Anthony' from the Grand House and beat the mayor who had countless things to say about the mummy in the trunk of the truck.
Just before dawn the mayor was back where he was supposed to be, and Benjamin's van was back at the Grand House. A new day, leaving behind everything from last night and starting over.
Ian Anthony was lowered into the basement, and Zach wasn't ready to wake him up just yet. Alice had been woken up by the Great Dane and was preparing breakfast in a daze, while Benjamin also went to catch up on his sleep.
In Grande's office, the faint morning light shines through the window on Old Hank's arched back. There is a desk lamp on the workbench. Old Hank worked who knows how late last night, lying on the workbench and still... Asleep, with a reminiscence smile on his face, these documents are his past at the Grand House.
Zach patted Old Hank and sent him back to his room on the second floor to rest. Then he returned to the office and threw Old Hank's 'past' into an iron bucket and burned it.
If the guess is correct, Wells will come again today with a search warrant. In order to 'retaliate' for making things difficult for Grande House, he will definitely not notify in advance...
Zach re-stacked the information on the side of the desk, gave up going to rest, replenished some 'food', and walked eastward along the road in front of the Grand House while the sun was not so dazzling. Old Hank organized the information for Zach, and Zach also went to pick up today's newspaper for Old Hank. This was a simple work exchange.
On the road in the early morning, standing on wooden poles on both sides of the dirt road, the signboard of Grande House in mid-air reflected the early morning sun. The fonts on the signboard were still in the style that was popular ten years ago. They were complicated, gorgeous, and somewhat... The mottled ink color reveals a hint of solemnity. Zach squinted his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking. He opened the mailbox on the roadside, but it was still empty, so he decided to wait.
The crisp ringing of bicycle bells came from far away. Zach walked out of the shade of the trees and looked at the young man in the back seat in the distance, carrying a green sackcloth package, approaching on his bicycle.
There was still a bit of chill in the morning. The young man wore heavy gloves on his hands. He parked the car in front of Zach, glanced at Zach, and hurriedly took off his gloves. He took out a subscription list from the backpack on his back and searched for the box. Rand'.
"Barton Daily." Zach kindly reminded: "There will be "Urban Biography" tomorrow."
"Oh." The boy responded blankly, but he still found Grande on the list, then turned around and pulled out a newspaper.
Zach watched him clumsily turn over the car, kicking over the package in the back seat, blushing in a dilemma, and then chose to open the mailbox on the roadside first, checked it again, and then stuffed the newspaper inside. Zach smiled and took out the newspaper directly in front of the boy, put it under his arm, and helped the boy pack up the scattered newspapers: "Are you a newcomer?"
"Well, yes sir." The young man was a little nervous.
"Where's the original postman, um -" Zach thought for a while, and Old Hank seemed to have mentioned his name, "Matthew, right, was he transferred?"
"Oh, he resigned half a month ago." The boy relaxed a little and introduced himself: "I'm Nick."
"Haha, I'm Zach Grand." Zach introduced himself with a smile, but he was a little surprised by Matthew's resignation. This is a very stable job for Barton South District teenagers who generally have low education levels. It wouldn't be wise for us to give up such a job. Such a shift in attention caused Zach to ignore the time, "Why did Matthew resign?"
Nick's eyes became nervous and he hesitated for a while, but Zach seemed to be a very friendly guy, and it would take time to sort out the scattered newspapers, so he still answered this somewhat gossipy question: "Listen, I'm just listening. , he damaged a lot of mail when delivering things and was fired."
Zach raised his eyebrows, a little regretful, it turned out that resignation was just a euphemism, "Maybe it was just an accident."
"That's what he said." Nick replied, raising his hands in front of him, curling his fingers to make a quotation mark, and rolled his eyes, "'attack', he was attacked by something."
Zach asked curiously, "Attack?" Maybe the next question can...
"Who knows, it's just an excuse not to pay compensation." Nick said indifferently, and then his face turned red because the newspapers on the ground were stained with mud, which can be regarded as a type of damaged mail. Nick shouted at a loss: "No, no, no!"
Zach looked at Nick sympathetically and comforted: "Don't worry, people won't care about this problem."
Want Zach to contribute his own clean newspaper? How is it possible, Zach is not a saint.
Just one difference! Please ignore what I am saying to myself as a sidekick.
Watching Nick leave in despair, Zach stretched his body and went back to the Grand House.
The hum of the car's engine approached, and Zach turned back slowly and looked at the people in the vehicle. James Lance had a gloomy face and looked like he was sleep deprived. He raised his chin towards Zach who was standing in front of the porch and honked the horn as a greeting. Zach turned back, waited for James to turn off the engine, got out of the car with a pile of information, and the two entered the Grand House together.