"Wait for the third time?? No... no!!"
This is Maddison howling at Zack in the mill office.
"Calm down, Madison." Zach was a little helpless. The account of the mill in his hand focused on a fuel replenishment detail among the expenditure items. The amount under this recent expenditure has become wasted, because Madison just went to confirm that the fuel inventory he had just replenished was empty again.
"Calm down?!" Madison glared at Zach, "How can I be calm! I'm losing money! There's no reason! How am I going to fill this vacancy?! Twice! Zach, twice! Then what? ?" Madison howled angrier and angrier, "You still want to wait for this damn thing to happen a third time! For what?! To verify one of your conjectures?!"
Zach put down the account, raised a finger and shook it, "You didn't lose money, you will still get your salary, Grande is losing money, I am losing money. Just a small correction." Zach raised a finger Picking up the second finger, "I did tell you, it's not just the mills, Ford and Allen are the same, so if you look at the overall situation, the loss is the funeral industry, everyone is the same, so it's equivalent to no one losing... "
Madison stared at Zach and took a deep breath, a deep breath, and continued to take deep breaths. He was speechless, bad and speechless.
Zach also knew that he should not continue to anger Madison and shook his head, "And I'm not asking for anything. I guess you have asked Leon to keep an eye on the fuel inventory these days, right?"
"Yes!" Leon's voice came in from outside the closed office door. It seemed that he was eavesdropping. "I personally don't care, but my container needs rest, overtime pay, and..."
Before Zach could say anything, Seth in the corner had already stood up, opened and closed the door, and Leon called for help, "Hey! Hey!! Let me go..." No one cares~
Well, Sam is still useful.
Madison's face was almost as dark as his hair. Of course, this was just a metaphor, but at least he calmed down after taking a deep breath and was able to speak, "Do you want to tell me what's going on!"
"Well, if you insist." Zach said indifferently, but what he said was not indifferent at all, "I will tell you that the devil is completely undetectable; Saint Sissi and a group of people are at the Allen Funeral Home. There is no way to stop it, and the best conclusion I came to is to wait for the third time to verify what the guess is. Yes, what I have is just a guess, not a fact. Then, the choice is yours, insist on it? "
Now that's no longer a metaphor, Madison's face is literally as dark as his hair. Oh, by the way, regarding Madison’s hair, it’s not his natural hair color, it’s dyed, so it has no reference value.
Zach patted Madison on the shoulder, and also helped move the lunch that had been thrown aside in front of Madison—
The reason why people here can howl with confidence now is that it is lunch break, and the mill employees are either having lunch or resting in the living area.
Zach didn't deliberately choose this time to allow Madison to vent thoughtfully, but it just happened that the matter with Repter was over at this time.
Maya, well, passed the test without any surprises. Zach signed the documents as Maya's guardian in Barton. Against his own will, Maya was left directly at school by Alice and the others, and she probably wouldn't be seen all afternoon.
It’s worth mentioning that when Zach was wandering around in Reiput out of boredom, Kyle came to him once. With both malice and gratitude, he said, “Vinson got a part-time job as an unloader at a port. Huh, thanks! I didn’t watch it last night. When it comes to your parents and grandmother, what are you doing again!"
Zach answered this way, "I just went to the old classroom where we were alone last time. Haha, it's still the same. I'm curious, what is that classroom for? Why does it keep..." Kyle has already disappeared...
So coming to the mill can be said to be a stopover on the way home, and it also serves as a reminder to Madison that fuel may still be stolen, so don't be stupid and replenish your inventory. No one would really listen to the nonsense that "the entire funeral is suffering losses, so Grande alone is not a loss."
"So, how are you doing lately?" Zach started with a lighter tone.
"How about what!" Madison glanced at Zach, and could only start to make up for the delayed lunch. It was already cold, and her mouth began to be filled with food while asking, "Mill work? Business?"
"No!" Zach raised his eyebrows and smiled, "I can know these things by looking at the work report Matthew brings every morning. Do I still need to ask?" Such an obvious 'Zach is a bad boss' trap, How could Zach win? But don’t be so naive as to think that Zach really saw it, he didn’t, “I’m asking you! You know~” Suddenly, like a good brother, “How are you doing lately? Riley ?Ms. West? Writing class?" We do understand that in this world, it is not just our vampires who are alive, but others are also alive.
However, Zach didn't really care about Madison. This guy was sitting across from him angrily, so there was nothing to care about. And Madison also understood and curled his lips, "What do you care about!"
It's impossible to admit this situation, "Of course I care about you, you are my employee, just like you care about your employees." As he said this, Zach began to look around - Madison's office was cold and simple, with nothing to see. Yes, Zach was just letting go of his vampire senses, "I didn't 'see' Brian, how is he doing lately?"
Madison curled her lips and wiped off the unknown green sauce on her lips, "Give him a day off."
"Oh." Zach raised his eyebrows.
The office was quiet for a while. Madison clicked his tongue in displeasure and began to explain, "He is selling his house in the southeast and is preparing to move to Ixton (Southern District, where Chapman lives). I gave him half A month's leave will allow him to deal with this."
Zach continued to raise his eyebrows, "Really?" He was really confused, "He wants to sell the house in the southeast?" That was Brian and his mother's home, and it was the only memory Brian and his mother had. Selling it ? "Is the Southeast really so bad?" That Brian can't stay anymore
"What do you expect? There used to be the only guy running around at night like you!" Madison was irritated. "Now there are a bunch of them! The bunch of your friend 'General', huh, the bunch of your friends, uh, Novel Heap…”
"Nofele no longer goes to the southeast." Zach frowned and corrected.
"Uh, still, the 'General' pile." Madison shook his head, as if accusing Zach, "You did it, I don't care about your descendant selection principles, you should take care of it! Southeast, okay? It's easy to stabilize!" What Madison means is that the gangs have been purged. According to the laws of social development, the environment has stabilized, and then this area should start to gradually get better. But in fact, the southeast is still in a state of death. , "Such disturbing things should not continue to happen on the streets!" For example, staring at red-eyed 'things' and taking blood in various dark alleys, such as the 'General' occasionally going to 'harass' Aix security guards company…
Zach shook his head inexplicably, a little helpless, "Whether you believe it or not, I might actually take care of it." Zach stood up, and it was pointless to continue watching Madison eat lunch.
Madison raised her eyebrows, "Uh! Then you should move faster!" As soon as he raised his eyebrows, he frowned, "You wouldn't believe it, but the housing market in the southeast is very good now! You If you were slower, Brian would have sold the house and there would be no point in doing anything else!”
"Uh, you're right, I don't believe it." Zach sat down again and looked at Madison, "The housing market in the southeast is very good? Are you sure?"
"Very, sure." Madison glanced at Zach.
"Uh, why? Who would buy a house in the Southeast? Uh, how do you know that?"
"Republican." Madison glanced at Zach again, "Huh, and I know, because I really care about my employees, I helped him sort out some procedures, lest you forget, Brian has almost no social skills. 'Child'! He can't do anything without anyone to help him!"
Zach frowned, "Don't yell at me, it's not my fault." Ian's, and yes, Madison got inexplicably excited again, spraying some unknown food scraps into Zach's face. Well, it’s not inexplicable. Think about it, what did Zach help Madison? When Madison was just a kid taking over the mill from scratch.
Madison irritably threw a box of tissues to Zach, "Whatever you say! I just want to tell you, if you want to do something, hurry up!"
Zach stood up again, not planning to sit back this time, "Then you will be disappointed, it won't happen soon." Zach's face showed sincere helplessness, "If Brian's house can be sold at a good price, Then sell it, the southeast is indeed not a suitable place to live.”
Madison didn't want to talk at all and waved her hand as goodbye.
As soon as he went out, Zach saw Leon's container, which was regular, stiff, and seemed to be frozen and sitting on a chair in the corridor. There was a thumb-sized doll in his hand in front of him.
Zach frowned and glanced outside, "Sem!" - In the front yard of the mill, on the hanging dark red clock dial, the tip of the second hand spinning like flying was stuck with a lump of ink black, which was all over his body. 'Enjoying' the centrifugal force, "Put Leon back!"
The suspended clock dial stopped rotating, and the dark thing still drew a half-arc in the inertia before tumbling back to its container. But when the blackness submerged into the container, Leon, who should have returned to his place, was still stiff and frozen there.
Zach kept frowning, tentatively pushed aside Leon's fingers, and took away the thumb-sized person (puppet)...
"Holy Lord, save me!!" Leon jumped up suddenly and howled desperately, "Mercy!! Redemption!!..." Uh, who knows what madness this devil has gone into, Zach frowned and stepped away a little, He glanced at the doll in his hand.
"You are a devil!! Devil!! Don't come close to me!!" Leon pointed at Sam, who was walking over, and backed away with nervous steps, "No..." as if he was going to hell.
Zach was too lazy to pay attention. He wanted to do this nervous demon a small favor. He walked towards Sam, pointed directly at Route 27, and threw back the puppet that obviously belonged to Sam. "What is this." He covered himself with a statement. of curiosity.
"This?" Sam caught the puppet, tossed it casually, and stuffed it back into his pocket, "A small toy. It can calm an empty body that has lost its soul."
Zach looked back at Leon, who was still howling in small steps, "This is convenient."
"It's just a small toy. I haven't finished it yet. It probably won't be effective against walking zombies yet."
Zach raised his eyebrows, "Can this thing suppress the walking dead?" Do you still remember the contest between the Grand brothers and the walking dead? It was an endless and frustrating contest, because unless someone controlled the walking dead, As long as people don't stop, this contest will never end, even if vampires and alphas don't pay attention to those tattered corpses at all, but it will be endless.
"If I can finish it." Sam tilted his head and then curled his lips, "And I can get John's research notes."
Well, just when Zach was about to make a high evaluation of his wizard's abilities, uh... Zach felt that Sam did it on purpose.
Waving his hands, "What was that just now? If you are going to torture the fallen angel's men, you better have a reason." Either wait for the bus, or walk back to Grande. The vampire and his wizard had plenty of time, so it was better to find a topic to avoid embarrassment.
"I'm not torturing him." Sam shook his head. "I'm recreating the witchcraft that Papa used on him at midnight."
Zach didn't quite understand, "Papa used witchcraft on Leon at midnight? Why didn't you tell him at first?" When he first arrived at the mill.
"Because I didn't know at the beginning." Sam pursed his lips, with a hint of apology on his face, "Just now when I wanted to drive him away to eavesdrop on your conversation, he started to resist and got out of the container. The devil felt traces of witchcraft on his body... "
Well, Zach moved his lips unconsciously, whatever Sam said, as if Zach could understand this sixth sense of witchcraft. And we also know Zach's patience for things he can't understand, which is only as big as a thumb. "Uh, let's talk about the conclusion, Sam. What is that? A clock dial?"
Sam frowned, "I..." hesitated, "I don't know? I, well, I don't know what I reproduced, but that's what Papa did to Leon at midnight, well, at least , it looks like that, right?…”
Tie the devil to a clock dial and spin it? (xxxii, 26.) Wow, Papa Midnight is really interesting. Zach twitched his lips, "You asked me? I thought I was the one who asked the question." Same as above, he was about to evaluate his wizard's ability...
"Uh, I'm sorry, I don't know." Sam lowered his head, unexpectedly exuding the emotion of 'disappointing you', "But, at least I confirmed that Papa did something at midnight, so that Leon, who was defending the mill, did not find out. He has been here, right?"
"Yeah." Zach ignored it. He was thinking ahead of time. If Zach's conjecture can be proved to be correct for the third time - every time the 'goods' in Port Massa disappear, the incineration fuel in the funeral industry will be To steal, as well, Papa Midnight didn't humiliate Sissi just remind her. Then, who is Papa referring to at midnight...
because! Papa Midnight loves corpses, right? Walking corpses, dead disciples, and even Boysen who can even use them to make a 'flu' when they are completely dead... Papa Midnight has no reason to use these fuels, right...
Things don't go right... (.)