In contrast to ordinary humans, each alien race has its own mark, definition, that distinguishes them from the 'ordinary' mark. For vampires, this sign is their blood.

This miraculous liquid, first of all, it has kept our masters of Grande alive for centuries with rotten souls on their backs. Then, it heals everything, and in the vampire legacy, it even 'cures' death.

But is it really 'everything'.

I mean, we've seen vampires feed James, feed Kim, feed Ian...... Their own blood, it looks like they were still full of pain one moment, and the next moment they become alive, this is indeed 'everything', right?

But, hey, don't be so short-sighted, keep an inquisitive spirit like Madison, and ask Zach like a fool, "Can your blood make a withered flower bloom, can it make a bare tree sprout in winter? I mean, they're plants, but they're creatures, right?" Oh......"

Madison pulled out a pencil, "I don't know what kind of wood this pencil is made of, but ......" Madison shook the pencil in his hand, "This is obviously not what it is, it has been chopped, cut, and artificially made into what it is now, this is, well, the tree is injured, is it something that can be healed, if you get some blood, will it come back to life?"

Zach's answer was this, "The flower withers because it needs to bear fruit." Trees lose their leaves in winter and sprout in spring. How stupid are you to ask such a question, that's what their life looks like, not a wound. It's not a disease, what does it take my blood to heal?"

"As for the pencil. Zach took the pencil and inserted it back in. "Heal, heal what, do you think that if I pour some of my blood on it, it will grow back into a tree. ”

Zach didn't answer the question directly, and that's okay, back to the present, the answer is here.

The half-collapsed wooden fence swayed at Zack's side. The wooden elevator passage cracked by friction made an unsettling creaking. Relying on the half-kneeling Zack to support, the elevator is still some distance from the ground, which makes people's legs weak and slightly shaky.

These sights. That's not all there is to it.

Lola, who stopped screaming, grabbed Kepler, who was already kneeling on the ground, pushed the child behind her, and leaned against the wall inside the elevator, staring. But I can't leave the owner of Grande at the door of the elevator!

Zach began to feel weak. He didn't expect that to happen - all the blood in his body rushed uncontrollably to his left shoulder.

The stick, stuck upside down on his left shoulder, appears to be a beam on a collapsed wooden fence that was crushed and ejected as the lift fell, and Zach sprinted forward to save people. In an instant, Zach couldn't do more than he had time to avoid the vital heart.

Now, this stick, which belonged to the wooden fence, has been dyed red. Draining the blood of vampires against all physical principles.

No, it shouldn't be described as a stick. This is the story of a vampire. It should be the blood of the vampire who violates the control of the master, abuses the vanity that can cure everything, and frantically pours it into the remains of trees that have been chopped, cut, and consumed into human building materials, trying to 'heal', which is no longer a dead thing of living beings!

The answer is, not everything, vampire blood can't cure everything.

Bang!

Unable to support the weight of the elevator any longer, Zach withdrew his hands that had been forcibly embedded in the floor of the elevator, slumped back, and sat down against the hallway wall.

The children were disturbed by the momentary weightlessness of the elevator and stared tremblingly at the Grande master across from them.

In a slight, trembling hum, "Scream, scream, call an ambulance!!" Lola was the first to react, her voice with a hoarse and hysterical tone of interference, a sign of physical and mental inability to accept the situation at the same time.

Lola seemed to want to move forward, but her body fluttered as soon as she took a step. The damp, hair-clinging forehead arced in the air and fell upside down on the cracked floor of the elevator.

"Ah......h

"Tsk. Relative to a few people, Zach, who was leaning against the wall, snorted impatiently, "You're making trouble, Lola." ”

Zach looked away and pressed his right hand on his shoulder, he needed to pull out the insatiable 'dead thing' that was sucking his own blood as soon as possible. Why? What do you do after blood loss? Blood replenishment, obviously, in front of Zack's eyes, there were, counting, Lola, Kepler, Falken siblings, a slightly chubby boy, five fresh and delicious blood jars.

Zach didn't want to do that.

With the sound of the mad flesh rubbing, the crimson wooden stick that had been dyed was pulled out. Zach had no choice, and the barbed, dripping red stick, was gently carried and poked at Lola, who was still lying on the ground.

"Ahh

"Quiet. Zack's face turned pale, he threw away the stick in his hand, closed his eyes that were beginning to redden, and said weakly, "Don't move." ”

Lola, who was lying on the floor, got up from the ground in embarrassment, half-sitting, first touched the hand that had just been poked by Zack, and then stroked the hair on her forehead, she was not hurt in the slightest.

After a brief moment of surprise, "Help, ambulance!" she remembered it again, trembling and trying to get up.

"Shut up. Zach's tone was irritated, "Stay there and don't move." "The voice has a strange accent, as if the mouth has changed slightly, causing a strange sound. Then Zach shut up completely, lowered his head, and sat motionless on the ground.

At this time, the best countermeasure is not to move, because instinct will make Zack ask for food, which is the same thing as blood to heal dead things, which is something Zach cannot control. This move will be out of control.

"But you ......" Lola's voice was still shaking, and she was interrupted in her eagerness to express herself.

She was interrupted by a tearing sound, and Zach lowered his head, only one hand tore his shirt.

It's a bad behavior, an adult exposing his body in front of a girl or a child. But no one is going to pay attention to that.

Lola's mouth opened wide, and she looked at Zach's overly fair skin. Smooth without a trace of blood or scars.

"You, you, you. You ......" The voice of disbelief disappeared automatically, because without warning, a wine bottle was handed to Zack, and then Danny, who seemed to appear out of the air, held Zack.

"What are you going to do. Danny seemed to remain calm, just glancing at Lola and the others.

Zach, who was already holding the bottle and looking up, had half-red eyes open, looking at all the little ones with suspicious faces in front of him. I guess it's all stupid.

What else can I do, dry this bottle, the pupil of charm. Do you still need to ask or think?

But, Zach's face really had a thoughtful look. What can I say. Anemia makes people confused.

The bottle was empty, and Zach handed it back, at least his face returned to normal, and suddenly asked without warning. "Did anyone call an ambulance?"

"No, I don't. Danny frowned and shook his head. It can't be so fast.

"There's a car coming. Zach tilted his head sideways, as if continuing the distant sound, "Yes......" Zach seemed a little uncertain, "James, they're back." ”

"Now?" Danny seemed a little surprised, "Isn't it night?"

"Obviously ahead of schedule. The two men seemed to ignore the little ones' selves and talked, "Go outside and wait, let James in." Zach gave orders.

"What about Benjamin?" Danny meant, Fitz, they're back. Zach's first request was not to see Benjamin. Odd.

"Benjamin didn't come back. Zach frowned, he didn't feel the breath of the alpha, and shook his head, "Go, bring James over." As the phantom man was about to disappear, Zach tapped on the apparent bottle that was beginning to float, "Get another bottle." ”

The illusory man's point of light wrapped around the empty bottle, floated to the elevator, and went up in the half-ruined passage, where it was gone. And then again, it was just Zach and Lola.

Zach maintained a sitting position, tilted his head, lifted his torn shirt slightly, looked at the five guys, and didn't know what to think, "You, I don't know you yet, who are you?"

Zach's eyes pointed to the only child he didn't know, the boy who asked if he could eat like this every day in high school.

No sound.

Zach sighed, "I'm Grande's host, you're a guest, didn't your parents teach you how to be a guest?" The host asks questions, and the guests answer. ”

“...... I, I ......" The boy clinged to Falken's sibling, huddled behind the slumped Kepler, turning over and over again, just one 'I'.

"Lola. Zach waved his hand, "Tell me." ”

Lola's body shook, and she looked at Zach with a strange look in her eyes, but she still replied, "Cole, Cody, Cody Fisher." ”

"Oh. Children of the Fisher family. Zach looked at the chubby little boy again, it seemed that he was two years younger than Jackson when he was alive, and he was the same age as Charlotte, who should have just entered junior high school.

Regarding this Fisher, the port of Massa is their family, so it should be intuitive. When Patton was founded, there were no railroads and no roads, and the water transport hub that pulled all subsequent traffic was involved.

"That. Zach spread his hands, "Tell me what made you look like this, and what you came down for." ”

If these guys had stayed in the restaurant, none of this would have happened, and they wouldn't have had to experience a moment of elevator fall horror or see what Grande's owner is like now.

"I, we want to see Jay, Jackson......"

Zach opened his mouth and nodded. So it was the previous conversation that mentioned Jackson in a bad way that gave them this idea. Well, I'm afraid it was just a whim.

"So you're going to ask me, the master of the Grande, for permission. Zach continued.

If you don't answer, you acquiesce.

"Just the five of you. Zach continued, he looked at Cody and turned to Falken's sibling with the corners of his mouth, "Charlotte, I talked to your father, Mr. Falken, at Jackson's funeral, and I saw you playing outside the church, why do I remember to go to see Jackson now." "Zach means, does it make sense?

If Zack's true identity is revealed in this way, he needs to convince himself that this is not an unfortunate accident, it has to make some sense.

"I!" Charlotte said this, staring at Zack's face quickly turned to fear, and hugged her brother tightly, "I, I don't want to talk to you! You, you're weird, weird!"

"This weirdo saved you. Zach tilted his head and pointed to the elevator in poor condition.

Lola's body shook at this moment, and she looked at Zach with a strange expression.

Grande's backyard grew even noisier with the newly arrived car stalling, and new guests joined in the chaotic lunch.

Zach didn't speak, waiting for James to come.

"What's going on?!"

James, who had not seen him for a long time, appeared on the side of the hallway, looking at the unfamiliar Grande structure with a look of disbelief, and Danny stuffed a bottle of wine in his hand, and walked quickly towards Zack.

"In a nutshell. Zach glanced at the detective, and nothing changed. Took the bottle, "I'm going to sue Grande's renovation company." Zach chuckled, uncorked the bottle, and glanced at the five little ones who were still in the elevator, "They're carrying things that are carrying Grande's important guests, oh, this kind of thing." ”

"Whose blood is this?!" As soon as he returned, ignoring Zach's obnoxious way of speaking, James glared at the bloodstain at the door of the elevator, and a reddished wooden stick crooked to the side.

Zach lifted the bottle and raised an eyebrow. That's the answer.

"You!" James glared at Zack, said just one word, shut up, quickly stepped into the elevator, and began to check on a few children - if there were any symptoms such as anemia, you know, this is James, the James who always questioned the character of vampires.

"You should probably show your badge before touching them. The bottle was pressed against Zack's mouth, and he seemed to suggest casually, "You know that children generally respect the police, and I think they are more likely to trust the police than I am a weirdo, hehe." ”

That's why Zach asked James to come over, boring, not boring.

James grimaced, glanced at Zack, who had already raised his head, and squatted in front of the children with the corners of his mouth pulled, his face relaxed, but still serious, "Are you all right?" his hand was around his waist, and the police badge appeared, "I'm Lance Detective of the North District Police Department, James Lance." Don't be afraid, I'm here, you're safe......" is a police charter statement, nothing to fault with.

"I don't like that. Zach raised his hand, wiped a hint of bright red from the corner of his mouth, and smiled, "Their safety is because of me, I stopped the falling elevator, and I lost a lot." Zach raised an eyebrow, "Lots and lots of blood." I saved them. I still hope they remember that. ”

James's face darkened again, and he turned to look at Zack. The detective, who had just returned to Barton, had no idea what Zach was trying to do.

"Don't look at me. Zach waved his hand and smiled, "Detective, it's your job now, use your credibility, your identity as a police officer, to make these children believe in me, believe that I, the person who saved them, is a good person." Zach shrugged, "Then, keeping a secret for a good guy who saved them is what they, the little citizens, should do, right?" ”

James's eyes widened as he had just returned, and he now seemed to be faced with a choice.

Based on what he had just heard, he was faced with either having Zach use the Pupil of Charm and get rid of any 'secrets that he had just said', hehe, what could it be, or convincing the kids that Zack was a good man, as Zach wished.

Think about it, how good it would be if James didn't come back. (To be continued......)