On the east side of Massa Port, which has long been far away from the real port, cruise ships in the distance are quietly docked, and the busy scene during the day is silent in the night. Even the lights of the harbor dimmed when they came here.

Towards midnight, the warm winds of spring will become bitterly cold as the dark ocean erodes them. The roaring waves crashed against the cement shore, and the sound was blocked and filtered by the group of warehouses on the shore, and it was no longer audible in the [Becky Street], which was still filled with neon. Under the reflection of the full moon in the sky, only if you look closely, you can find that on the gray cement embankment, a pale palm is holding the edge of the embankment, swimming slowly.

The rolling water continued to rush into the mouth of the man who was clinging to the embankment, and his face was as white as paper, puffy and without a trace of blood. He was like a corpse that had been soaked in the sea for months, the skin on his neck, cheeks, and palms was full of folds, and the muscles that had been cut and turned up were pale and lifeless.

He coughed and spat out the seawater that had tumbled into his mouth, his white exhalation buried by the spray. Brown hair pressed against his head, as black as the sea when soaked with water. Not all the hair on his mottled scalp was there, but strands were attached to his forehead and the back of his head.

But, strangely, his skin was fading and becoming bloated and tight. The scratched muscles seemed to be pulled by some force to slowly close and heal, and on the top of the alopecia areata, new hair was slowly growing.

By the time he finally swam to a slightly lower place, he was indistinguishable from a normal person, oh no, a normal port worker who had fallen into the sea. His work jacket was soaked with seawater and clinging to the remains of sea creatures that he couldn't tell what they were. His face was pale, but it was already bloody. He gasped, white mist spewing out of his mouth, as if he were removing the cold from his body.

The man raised his arm, elbowed over the embankment, and lifted himself into the water. He was not very agile, and he struggled to move on the slightly inclined embankment wall for a long time, and his back, waist, and legs barely rolled ashore. But his left hand was still buried in the sea, as if pulling something.

The man lay on the flat ground and gasped, his left hand lifted up hard, a black plastic bag poked out of white water, his lips trembling because of the cold opened and closed slightly, "One, two, three!"

The black bag was pulled out of the sea, the sound of plastic rubbing against the ground, the rattle of the water coming out of the water crashing against the icy ground, and the man's gasp of relief.

The man tossed aside the man-sized black bag and slowly stood up, his whole body shivering from the cold. He tentatively moved his limbs, some with difficulty, some paralyzed. He moved his fingers, and a smile began to appear on his trembling cheeks. He covered his face with his wet palm, and breathed into his palm, his warm breath spitting on the cold palm.

The man's eyes shone brightly, he involuntarily bent his knees, raised his still pale face, raised his hands unconsciously in front of him, and his trembling lips made an irrepressible excitement: "Thank you! Thank you!"

The excited man's expression suddenly froze, his excited expression turned into pain, and his hands were messing around with his chest. The port worker's work jacket was pulled open by him, and a red X-shaped mark peeked through his pale left chest skin, slowly taking shape.

The man's face changed from pain to horror, and he knew that he needed to 'work'. The man began to look around, and as a 'former' port worker, he was no stranger to the area. It is out of the port and is a gathering place for warehouses around the port, and because it is not close to the center of the port, there are not many people here except for the occasional night watchman. It's good, it's convenient for him.

The man endured the cold and biting night wind, dragged the black bag off the embankment, first found a secret place, and stole other people's clothes and warehouse keys to change in the warehouse group management office while people were not paying attention.

The man who had returned from death walked through the warehouses and felt a strange feeling in his heart. He used to hate these things, goods, cold machinery, cranes...... Now, he loves these!

9，10，11，12。 The man hid his figure and looked at Warehouse 13 in front of him, and three men held various tools in their hands and pushed open the door of the warehouse. They threw their tools back in the trunk of an old-fashioned car, stood by the car and chatted, and after a few moments, got into the car and drove away.

The man waited patiently to make sure that no one would pass by again, and then returned to the place where the black bag was stored, and the man, who had regained his strength, did not take much time to carry the bag to warehouse 13.

The smell of decay and scorching filled the warehouse, and the man immediately recognized that it was a half-abandoned warehouse of waste. It's better that way, he doesn't have to worry about someone coming to disturb him.

In one corner of the warehouse, the cold walls have obvious signs of fresh painting. The man put down the bag on his back and began to restore little by little, the scene that had been handled by the three hunters......

Half a month has passed since the last full moon, and the marks on Benjamin's skin have completely faded. Werewolves don't need to be tightly packed in their bags, and as the temperature really warms up, Benjamin has changed into a short shirt.

As a result, Alice reluctantly took the bowl from Lola's hand, and five minutes had passed, and the egg whites and yolks were still distinct.

"Benjamin, you don't need help. Alice churned the eggs.

"It's okay, I don't have anything else to do. Benjamin replied unconsciously, continuing to knead the dough on the desk, the muscles of his upper arms tightening the white cuffs under the force.

Now, we can know why Lola is absent-minded.

Zach pushed open the kitchen door, and he was naturally reluctant to be absent from this moment of collective activity at the Grande House.

"What can I do?" said Zach, smiling.

"Yes. Alice looked at the kitchen, "Stir the mashed potatoes." ”

Zach nodded, and was given the same job as Louise.

It's not a holiday, and the food Alice prepares isn't for the Grande House, but for Lola's volunteers.

For a variety of reasons, Lola quit the cheerleading team, which had no opportunity to perform anyway, and spent all her afternoon hours in social practice, that is, Lola found a part-time volunteer. At Park Elementary School in Paising, she teaches first and second grade children to draw.

This akin to atonement, reparational action was supported by Mrs. Patton and, of course, by Alice.

The environment of Park Elementary School is not good, the facilities and teachers are at the bottom of Barton, and it has been supported by a group of volunteers and kind teachers for a long time.

Today is not a special day, but a teacher named Tsa Jon at [Parker Elementary] and her husband survived in an accident, which is a surprise for Tsa who needs to leave her job due to financial oppression. It's also something to celebrate for the whole elementary school. So a group of teachers and children who were seeking pleasure in suffering thought that Teacher Cuisha should be given a celebration party.

So there is the current scene, and Lola takes over the work of preparing the food. The flashy meals at the Barton house and the simple but delicious food of Alice, the fat bloat chef at the Barton house and Benjamin's ...... Well, Lola used the word 'sexy', and considering her age, I decided to omit it.

In short, Lola came to the Grande House with an excuse, and even used old Hank to carve fruit, but she was addicted to enjoying the scenery.

"Vampire! Can't you hear me!" Great Dane Gold's ears pricked up, and he lifted his eyelids to see that Ryan was harassing Zack, and continued to lie on his stomach in boredom.

Now Kim has mastered a little rule, Lola is here, and Alice will be ready to eat. So today, as soon as he found Barton's car parked outside, Kim ran back to the kitchen and waited patiently.

Ryan kept shouting in the back of Zack's head, "Call, call!" and the non-people at Grande House pretended not to hear. This groundbinder has not been of any use to this point other than to harass others, such as now.

Benjamin frowned, as if annoyed by Ryan's argument, "Zach, the phone seems to be ringing." ”

The vampire turned back with some surprise, the werewolf has been very cold to himself recently, rarely speaks, except for the clothes delivery incident, the werewolf must still be angry because of something else.

"Really? I'll take a look. Zach smiled at Benjamin, and in a happy mood, walked directly through Ryan's transparent body, left the kitchen, and walked towards the office.

Zach didn't want to answer the phone, the Grande House suddenly received a lot of attention more than half a month ago, and after the initial accident passed, the current vampires only felt troublesome. We know that vampires aren't really funeral owners, but now, he's getting better at the job.

"House Grande ......" Zach picked up the earpiece.

"It's me!

Zach raised an eyebrow, after Connor Herman's funeral, the vampire didn't embarrass James anymore, and the endless punishment may be counterproductive. So he recalled Kim, who was in Mrs. Cowson's kitchen every day, and returned James's identity.

Since then, James has once again had to worry about changing his image, and with complex emotions to digest, he hasn't contacted Grande for a while.

"Long time no see. Zach smiled, "Is there anything you need help with?" ”

"Don't you read the newspapers! Something strange is happening in Barton!" the voice on the other side of the earpiece was visibly agitated, forgive James, he had not yet come out of the psychological shadow that the vampires had given him, and right and wrong were blurring in the mind of the son of a well-educated general.

"Calm down, James. Zach pouted: "This is a city, and strange things happen every day." ”

"No! not normal strangeness, but, strange strangeness!!"

James collapsed.

"Are you trying to say that it's strange to have something to do with us 'monsters'?" Zach laughed even more, deliberately using words to stimulate James, as if it had become a vampire habit.

The sound of deep breathing came from the earpiece, and James flattened his tone, "You know what I mean." ”

Zach tilted his head: "I know." Zach put away teasing James, "You must be talking about 'suicide,' I don't think it's anything to be noticed." ”

Of course, Zach reads the newspapers and knows about the recent suicide that has suddenly caused discussion, but in Zack's opinion, it is just normal social news.

"No, Zach! In the report, some things were omitted!" James on the other side of the earpiece seemed to get excited again: "I saw the autopsy report. Every suicide has an 'X' shaped mark engraved on the heart!"

Zach frowned, "What kind of X?"

"It's X! Tilted cross, don't you read!"

After all, James still couldn't feel at ease with the vampires, even on the phone.