When he should have gone east (to the police station), Zach went west, first to Ford Funeral Home. Since a reporter didn't answer Zach's question at all, Zach needs to find out which hospital Ford is in.
"I didn't expect you to really care about this colleague." There was no one to watch out for, so Seth followed Zach. There was no trace of Bumi. He should have been hiding somewhere where no one should be, monitoring everything.
"He helped Grande." Zach's answer was straightforward and he walked directly towards Ford's office. As I said before, the layout of funeral homes is similar, and Zach knows exactly where he is going. The only difference worth mentioning may be the atmosphere. Ford was really busy. Zach just walked into the courtyard, and no employee had time to ask "Who is there?"...
"Mr. Grand?" Ah, someone knows Zach. "Why are you here?"
Unfortunately, Zach didn't know the guy talking (Ford's accountant), and fortunately he didn't need to address him, "Oh, I heard that Ford was hospitalized. Let's ask him where he is and go visit him."
"Oh, just in time, I'm also going to the hospital..." Suddenly realizing something was unnatural, he paused, an embarrassed smile appeared on his face, and the briefcase he held in his hands tightened. Who knows what's in there.
Zach noticed it, but there was no need to care. "Let's go together." He gestured and pointed in the direction of parking.
"Well, I still have some things to sort out. You go first. Mercy Hospital, No. x, Building x..." After that, he turned and returned to the office.
Zach didn't react at all. It was enough to get the address. He turned around and walked back, casually looking at the Ford Funeral Home.
It’s not an illusion. The Ford Funeral Home has a cold and hard feeling. The floor is concrete, the walls are also concrete, and there is a wire fence around it to separate the funeral home from the surrounding building areas.
This is more of a facility than Grande. This is caused by geography. After all, in the southern district of Grande, there is a large area of land, and there are no homes or buildings around it. Earth and wood are the keynotes. Ford is in the North District. People standing on the ground cannot see anything 50 meters away under normal circumstances because there are people, streets, and other buildings blocking it. Compared with the outside of the funeral home, it is naturally cold and hard here.
Zach, who was casually feeling the atmosphere of his peers' territory, stopped because Sam did not follow.
"What is that?" Sam looked at Zach and pointed to a bungalow in a certain direction.
Zach took a look and saw people in police uniforms coming in and out.
"In morgues that cooperate with the police, corpses for autopsy are temporarily stored there for the police to retrieve for review." This issue has been mentioned for a long time. It is the first problem exposed after the privatization of funerals. First, for the police There is no need to apply for a search warrant every time there is an investigation. Secondly, it prevents the funeral home from directly burning the corpses that may become evidence in order to save costs. "The mill also has it."
"Are there police patrols in that place at any time?" Sam frowned and asked.
"Theoretically, yes." Zach could only say this. Over at the Mill, the Southern District Police Department didn't seem to pay much attention to this aspect, and the Madison side was rarely disturbed by the police. With some ill-intentioned slander, the cases in the Southern District are simpler. Zach was more curious about why Sam was interested in such things.
"So, if something happens here." Sam glanced at his feet, "Here, where I stand, theoretically, the police should be able to see it, right?"
Zach glanced in the direction where the police were, and then looked at where Sam was standing, "Theoretically, yes." It seemed that he couldn't walk for a while, so he walked towards Sam, "Then, what happened where you were standing? What?"
Sam didn't speak. He stood there and looked around, curled his lips, and said to Zach, "The person who was talking to you just now is looking in the direction of the office."
Zach looked over, and sure enough, the guy was still holding his briefcase and looking over to the right side of the window. He noticed Zach's gaze and avoided it in embarrassment.
"It doesn't matter, what did you find?" Zach waved his hand directly.
"There is a powerful wizard who uses witchcraft here." Sam said in a positive tone.
Zach looked at where Sam was standing again and curled his lips.
Hey, this isn't the first time that a wizard's sixth sense has appeared, right? Sibera used this 'magical sixth sense' method to find the Dead Apostles, remember. Anyway, it’s something Zach can’t relate to.
Zach looked around and no one seemed to care about these two people standing here. Zach said to the air, "Bumi."
I don’t know where the sound of ‘Oh~’ came from. Zach continued to stand with Sam, waved to a funeral employee casually, and asked loudly, “Did something happen here last night?”
The other party gave Zach a 'ask me' look, "I don't know."
Zach didn't say much, just drew attention, and pulled Sam back to the car.
Bumi was also very quick. After five minutes, he returned to the back seat of the car. He didn't know what he wanted to express and clicked his tongue at Sam. Then he said to Zach, "There was no reaction from the police, but it was the one who talked to you before." People, seeing you asking other people there, you muttered to yourself in confusion, 'How do they know where Ford fell?'"
Zach started the car and was about to drive to the hospital, but naturally he had to ask, "Did Ford pass out where Sam stood yesterday?"
"According to that person, yes." Bumi continued to treat Sam with disdain, "Oh, he is Ford's accountant. I found his information in the employee file..." It's not over yet, "I I also looked through his desk and schedule. It was the financial affairs of the Ford Funeral Home this year. The document had the title of the city government, and it was a financial report submitted at the request of the city government. I casually went to his dormitory, and there was hospital treatment. The receipt is signed by the employee who took Ford to the hospital yesterday."
Sam frowned and glanced sideways at Bumi, "Five minutes." He wanted to express his feelings.
"Hmph, what? I even randomly looked through his private diary. Do you want to hear it?"
Sam curled his lips and said nothing, but Zach curled his lips and said, "Good job, Bumi."
"It's not a big deal." Bumi shrugged from behind and raised his eyebrows, "I miss the feeling from before (a long time ago) even more - the target was still talking about life with you at the banquet, and I have dug out all the experiences in his life, and then Watch from the corner as you 'subvert' the other person's life."
There was silence in the car.
Sam glanced at Zack, "So, is this the method used by the Secret Alliance to control the central part? Toledo attracts attention on the surface, and Nofele sneaks in to obtain information, and finally gives it to Toledo to rebuild. A world of one, of course, is good for the Hidden Alliance."
"Otherwise!" Bumi said proudly from behind, "Toledo uses their observation skills to give us (Nofele) goals. With our hiding and sneaking abilities, we can get everything, including mistresses, political leanings, and even ulterior motives. People's dark secrets... all of them. With these, Toledo can mold anyone our alliance needs in any social event."
Zach just shrugged his shoulders with no expression on his face. Why? What Bumi said was really too long ago. It has been so long ago that it has no useable value now - to be honest, in the era when the nobility still existed, Toledo could freely participate in these social activities that occupied the upper echelons of society. Now, let's count, Zach only participated in it twice. On such an occasion, one was to escort Blake, and the other was, well, Zach made a fool of himself in front of all the upper-class people in Barton - Herman's lunch, remember, Zach was Bo Ethan took 'Valmina' and ran around the lunch table nervously, and was finally banned by Liszt. By the way, this matter will definitely be exposed recently, just because a reporter who hates Zach has appeared.
Sam pursed his lips, "No wonder the Secret Alliance has firmly controlled the central region since the establishment of the Federation. The wolves were so suppressed that they were unable to stand up."
The sarcasm must be followed, of course by Bumi, "It's as if werewolves in other places are living a good life, huh." This is racial discrimination.
"I'm too lazy to argue with you." Sam actually showed magnanimity and looked at Zach, "What are you thinking? If my feeling is right, the reason why Ford fainted may not be overwork, but because of the wizard. of witchcraft.”
"I didn't think about anything." Zach shook his head in denial. "We'll be at the hospital soon. See Ford first and then think about this." Zach glanced at the rearview mirror. There was nothing in it, but he knew where his sight was pointing. The place is Bumi, "You go to the police station, find James, and ask him to wait for me in Grande."
"Uh, I..." Bumi wanted to refuse. Everyone knows this psychological process, so I won't explain it.
It happened that Zach didn't give him any chance to refute, "On Sunday, his partner, Detective Coulson, will worship with his family, and James will be alone. I don't want him to think about anything and do inexplicable things alone." Stupid decision. So, Bumi, go. If not at the police station, find James at his house." Zach also thoughtfully stopped on the side of the road and looked at the sewer opening on the road. Novel is a race that is more suitable for going underground. If he didn't have to follow Zach for no reason, he wouldn't be in this car.
Bumi's face was tangled, meaningless. Zach couldn't see it in the rearview mirror. He waited quietly for the car door to open and close. After the sewer manhole cover on the roadside shook as if blown by a gust of wind, Zach resumed Start and continue driving to the hospital.
There were only vampires and wizards in the car, and to be honest, the atmosphere wasn't much better. The two of them were struggling to adapt to this epoch-making relationship, right
Zach needs to concentrate on driving and has a reason not to talk. Then, the only one who broke the silence was Sam.
"When I was in Grande, it was hard for me to speak clearly." Sam's tone was uncertain, probably because what he was about to say was not good, "You should get rid of that Mo, she is very dangerous."
This guy is also persistent, and it seems that he has not easily let go of the little collision with Mo during lunch yesterday.
"Really?" Zach said expressionlessly, "Does Benjamin feel the same way?" Regarding what happened at noon yesterday, we should all know that compared to Mo's Republican alien science popularization, what our Zach cares more about is Benjamin. Attitude towards Sam.
Sam's face suddenly became embarrassed. He didn't expect Zach to suddenly mention Alpha, "Why does Benjamin think, I, I don't care, I'm suggesting to you..."
"Then tell me your reasons." Zach at least remained open-minded.
"You can't restrain her as a soul alien. This is the first and most important thing!" Sam was very direct.
Zach nodded. There was no need to refute this fact.
"I can't restrain her." Oh, that's interesting. "Although I haven't experienced an orthodox witchcraft family education, the knowledge of the wolf pack is not necessarily less than that of the witchcraft family!" Sam was a little inexplicably excited, "We all know When the Holy Lord Faith invaded, wizards found that they could not control the angels and demons who were clearly alien souls. Then in later eras, the wizards watched more and more souls being captured by the Holy Lord Faith and stolen from this world. . Even the main faith of the Federation is already the faith of the Holy Lord!"
Because the guy was talking so excitedly, Zach glanced at him and said, "What do you want to express?"
"The continent of the Federation was invaded by the soul belief system that could not be suppressed and controlled this continent." There was an unexpected expression of compassion on Sam's face. He might have been in a trance for the time being, forgetting who he was speaking to. The vampire in this 'soul belief system', "Now, there is a new one, such a soul alien, coming here with her alien system that we have difficulty even understanding! I don't need to say anything more, look History, look at the facts.”
Mo, will he turn his back on this continent like the Holy Lord Faith once did to the witchcraft faith
Zach raised his eyebrows in response to hearing a point he had never expected. But, it was just a response. Zach has already discussed this issue with Mo from another aspect. Remember - should we launch an abnormal war and then build peace together
So Sam's inexplicable overall view is actually a bit redundant. There is only one Mo. It is not a clear invasion like the colonists in the past. There is only one. Let me emphasize, it was smuggled here.
"You're right." Zach shook his head and said to Sam, "It's better not to say such things in Grande. Don't say the facts anywhere."
"So this is what you have decided?" Sam frowned, "What if you don't know how to let Mo continue to stay in Grande?"
"Yeah." Zach said simply.
Sam opened his mouth several times, and then closed it automatically several times. He was struggling to feel his presence in the passenger seat. Of course, I hope Zach can give a convincing explanation.
Zach is a considerate person, so he will give it to him, "Okay, you just reminded me. The belief in the Holy Lord and the belief in witchcraft cannot be suppressed by the alien race of the Republic. Haha." Zach smiled, "Now, Grande needs just such a person."
Has anyone followed Zach's thinking? The reminder is from yesterday’s discussion with the fallen angel Jessica after church. A certain powerful existence caused the death of the heart disappearing, and also caused the sudden disappearance of more than a hundred workers. In the 'limited' knowledge reserves of Zach and the Fallen Angel, there are only two 'things' that have this kind of ability. Two 'things' that no one can touch. If they want to do something, everyone can only passively suffer. 'something'. Holy Lord and Papa Midnight.
There are people in Grande who can't control these two things, Mo. So Zach smiled. (.)