On Highway 7, a dilapidated truck was driving toward the south district of Barton City. The paint leather of the car body was covered in mud and various stains. The only clean parts were the two fan-shaped areas on the front window of the car. Under this area, two windshield wipers tied with tape are bent and gathered in front of the car hood.
Benjamin put one hand on the steering wheel and pounded the radio on the lower right side of the dashboard with the other. The noise from the electric frequency made Zach frown in the passenger seat.
"Stop knocking it. You'll only make it worse!"
"Be patient, Zach." Benjamin's patience was to continue tapping the radio with his generous palm. Finally, a trace of music appeared among the chaotic noise, "Look! It just takes time."
Benjamin turned the knob and the music gradually became clearer. The werewolf's head moved to the rhythm. He changed his hand on the steering wheel and put his other arm on the window edge of the lowered car. "Oh, Zach! I like this song." !”
'… This is a scary night, no one can save you from the beast's jaws! You see, this is the night of horror, you have to fight to survive, in this murderous night of horror..." (mJ--thri11er)
"Stop! Benjamin, stop! Stop singing! I hate this song..."
"What? What do you mean I can't hear? 'Oh! oh! In the moonlight... this scary night... '"
“…”
Kim Grande was sitting in the back seat, her slightly narrowed eyes quickly scanning between the two people in front. In his hand was a business card, Grand Funeral Home. Are these the masks used by these two 'creatures' to blend in with the crowd? Jin habitually put the business card into the pocket on the inside of his coat, only to find that the pocket had long been torn, and all over his body, there was only the 'tech' that represented the value of the clothes. Zier's trademark remains intact.
The woods on both sides of the road have disappeared, and sparse buildings have begun to appear. This means that they have officially entered the southern district of Barton City, or to be precise, the southern suburbs.
"Five minutes, Jin, it only takes five minutes, and we don't have to listen to the howl of this beast anymore." Zach tilted his head and looked at Jin who seemed to be thinking about something in the back seat: "Jin, tell me, you are not a rock people!"
Jin looked into Zach's light green eyes and adjusted his posture: "No, I prefer Jazz."
Zach had a smile on his face and patted Benjamin casually: "Look, finally, there is a normal person among us."
Such ordinary conversations and scenes should have made people relax, but Jin became nervous. 'We', how many 'creatures' like them are there!
Jin asked hesitantly: "You... are you human beings?"
"Huh?" Zach said in a long voice and turned his head, "At least it seems that way to us now, doesn't it?"
Jin stopped asking and turned to look at the scenery on both sides. In the morning light, Barton City has just woken up.
The map of Barton City is like an owl with a rat's tail in its mouth. The woods the three of them came out of are the tail of the owl. Highway 7 may be regarded as the back of the owl, connecting the north and south districts of Barton City. For people from the North Side, people from the South Side are country people from the suburbs. Last night, Mayor Anthony, whom Zach visited, was in the North Side. The tail of the rat is the famous Charles River, which connects to Martha's Bay to the east and deep into the hinterland of the Confederacy to the west. Going west along the Charles River, you will enter the part of the mouse's body - the West End of Barton City, where Zach's cemetery was reclaimed by the city. (Refer to Boston map)
Benjamin turned the steering wheel, and the truck turned onto a dirt road. The old truck made a creaking and clanging sound.
Jin was not afraid that he would be taken to an uninhabited place, because in his impression, there was indeed a place called Grande Funeral Home on the map of Barton City, and it was indeed in the South District near Barton. Boundary place.
When he took the initiative to add Grande's last name to himself, he made it clear to both of them that he needed an identity. This funeral home, which really existed but was obviously controlled by the 'wrong' people, was his best choice.
The truck slowed down, and Jin could already see a two-story building. It was the same as an ordinary farm house. It had a typical L-shaped structure. On the inside of the L-shape, a round building that was taller than the building was exposed. It should be a warehouse or a studio. . There were a few scattered bungalows among the sparse trees on the roadside, but they didn't look like they were inhabited. In front of the dirt road, two pillars stood upright on both sides of the road. On one end of the pillar was written in cursive letters: Welcome to the 'Grand Funeral Home'. A line of text below: 'The loved ones who have passed away deserve the best! No doubt, we are the best! '
The truck went around the back of the building and stopped in front of the warehouse.
"Here we are, my 'brother.'" Zach couldn't wait to open the car door. After jumping out of the car, he kept patting his hands on his body. There were obvious gray stains on the back of his black coat. Thinking about Benjamin's car, it looks exactly the same on the outside. dirty.
"Benjamin, it's time for your car to be washed!" Zach complained.
Benjamin didn't mind and ignored him, and pulled Jin over: "You need clothes, do you want mine or his?"
Jin was in a dilemma. Regardless of his height or clothing style, he wanted Zach's clothes. But in terms of body shape, his thick figure is more suitable for wearing Benjamin's clothes. At least if he puts on Zach's shirt, the buttons may not be buttoned at all.
Yes, Jin has already seen that Zach's clothes are also customized products, and this kind of clothes is only suitable for himself. Zach is not thin, on the contrary he is very strong, but compared to Jin, he looks much thinner.
"It's yours." Jin looked at Benjamin.
Benjamin shook his head, tilted his head slightly, made a movement to follow, and walked towards the warehouse.
Zach wiped off the stains on his body and did not go to the warehouse. Instead, he entered the L-shaped building through the back door. This is the main body of the Grande Funeral Home.
The first floor here has his office, coffin display area, and reception area. The second floor is housing, where most employees of the funeral home live. Of course, there is also the basement, makeup area, storage area…
Entering from the main entrance, the first thing you see is the coffin display area. Walking inside, you will come to the living room and office.
As soon as Zach entered the office, he saw the anxious-looking banshee Alice. Don't worry, Alice has always looked like this, like a psychopath with anxiety. If you could watch a stranger die, you would be anxious too.
"Zack, Zach!" The anxiety on Alice's face relaxed a little when she saw Zach. She was wearing a long black skirt, stood up from the chair in front of Zach's desk, and straightened the hem of her skirt restrainedly. , the weak shoulders shrank nervously: "You, you didn't come back all night. Ann, Mayor Anthony, what?"
Alice is not beautiful, her face is too deep and she always looks like a statue. With her high nose bridge, deep-set eye sockets, thin body, and the constant anxiety in her brown eyes, she looked like a dry sapling.
"It was a little late yesterday, so I went directly to Benjamin's place." Now Alice's unadorned face looked at Zach nervously. Zach gently pulled the silk on Alice's forehead behind her ears and smiled: "A Good news, and bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?"
Alice's deep and straight eyebrows furrowed in the middle. She knew that the vampire was trying to comfort her. I'm afraid that Zach was desperately thinking about how to twist bad news into something worthwhile.
The banshee shook her head, "Mr. Zach, thank you for wanting to comfort me."
Zach still smiled, took out a folded document from his pocket, and handed it to Alice: "I didn't lie to you this time. We did lose the cemetery in the West District, but our cemetery in the South District already belongs to We are private and no one can take it away. No one, this will be our home."
Alice took the file and before she opened it, the anxiety on her face disappeared, "Really? No one can take it away! This is our home!"
The deep outline does not mean that it is missing, but that it is in the rough. Alice smiled and returned to the brightness and beauty that a sixteen-year-old girl should have. She excitedly threw herself into Zach's arms. Although the vampire could not transmit any warmth to her, she still pressed her side face against Zach's. Chest, holding Zach with both hands, she was very happy at this moment.
Zach, who was also hugging Alice and resting his chin on her head, had a hint of helplessness in his eyes.
The vampire is thinking, how can he maintain this home without the city government's funds