It was about two or three o'clock in the morning, and Zach was in Grande's master bedroom, Grande's master's bedroom, sitting in a dark corner looking through the police papers James had brought back. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's not that Zach is diligent, it's that James came back too late. Everyone looked at the lump that was now shrunk on Zack's bed, with slight convulsions, and the only thing that leaked out of the quilt was a bitter and hideous face. Probably some nightmare. Who would have thought that the sleeping James would have so many scenes.

Zach wasn't the only one Grande was awake. Across the street from this master bedroom, the lights were on in Grande's sister's room.

In addition to the two young girls who are studying witchcraft, there is also the soul puppet Sam.

Anthony's departure in the afternoon had a bit of a side effect, and Sem refused to be taken by Zach again. When Alice and Maya returned, the three witchcraft guys got together. Occasionally, you can hear a tinkling sound coming from the room. When they come out, they should know what they're doing.

This made Zach a little frustrated. He was also going to talk to Alice and Maya about their group of high school students and the affairs of the Devil's Banquet and the wizard. As a result, Sam got the two girls away, and the only one he could talk to Zach was Matthew. If you talk to Matthew, you will definitely mention Alpha Benjamin, so forget it, after sending Matthew to learn carpentry from old Hank, Zach never mentioned it again.

Zach flipped through a page of police papers in the dark. Zack's guess is not wrong, the Southern District police's case is indeed going in the direction of 'illegal armed groups'. It's just that the carrier of this illegal armed group is the Federation, and now it seems to have become more serious because of its relationship with the Northerners.

The report that Zach is reading now, signed by Zach that he does not know, but since the beginning of the year, the illegal armed group burned Herman's son, which indirectly led Herman to close the factory and abandon Barton's most representative local enterprises, resulting in a large number of Barton citizens losing their jobs, and threatening the economy and stability of the entire city.

Zach looked up briefly and thought for a moment. Although far-fetched, it is a 'conspiracy theory' worth playing.

Zack's thinking was that if it could be confirmed that the 'illegal armed groups' were targeting Patton's economy, the matter would fall into Zach...... Toredo's best direction.

If you think about it this way, you can understand Zach's bad intentions.

The premise is that it is now becoming increasingly clear that Barton's future economic development will depend on trade with the Republic. And the federal-republican trade was promoted by the Magic Feast in the West.

After clarifying the above premises:

Illegal armed groups dealt a precise blow to Patton's local economy in the early days of the trade, causing Herman, the company that maintained Patton's basic economy, to collapse.

The subsequent fight club, as well as the collective change in Newton's upper echelons in the fall, can be regarded as a complete predicament for Newton. If you don't look at it with the idea of schadenfreude, objectively speaking, Barton's surroundings are unable to provide Barton with the help of neighbors and friends.

At last. Patton's self-detonation is now beginning to appear.

To sum up, I will destroy your foundation first, chop off your feet, and make you lose the ability to stand in the original standing position. I will cut off your chances of help, and break your hand, so that you cannot reach out for help. In the end, it's whatever happens to me~ I'll blow up your bus, I'll bomb your university, I'll blow up your funeral industry sign~ I'm casual, you can only bear it.

Hehe, you haven't forgotten that Grand is a landmark enterprise of the new funeral system~ not off topic-

Of course, we must be clear that this is not the case, and that first, then, and in the end are all unrelated incidents, which are the responsibility of different forces.

But if Zach can sell the claim. Zach was able to tie the feast to Barton on a political level with great ease. Create, the West, the gigantic polity that made Barton the protagonist of trade with the Republic, must help Barton deal with the 'enemy' who wants to destroy Barton. The quotation marks mean that this 'enemy' is definitely not an illegal armed group, and no one knows what it is.

Ay.

Anyway, with these things that old Hank did, Zack's sense of identity as a funeral director is getting thinner and thinner, and Toredo should be a little more authentic.

Zach lifted his leg and began kicking himself in bed.

The hideous lump on the bed began to sway along with the bed.

Poor James, it's time to go from one nightmare to another. He's going to be woken up by Zack. Zach wanted to talk to James about the possibility of doing so, after all, this was also James's future prospects.

In the darkness of the night outside the Grande, the faint sound of the engine began to clear.

Zach raised an eyebrow, stood up in the corner, and looked out the window.

Zach's first reaction was Mr. Green. There is no hard logic, it is the first reaction - if this man who has been completely hit by reality and has lost his faith wants to choose a time to see his son who committed suicide, then such a snowy winter night is the most in line with the atmosphere.

Zach guessed wrong.

The engine that was clear in the middle of the night, though it was from the cemetery, was not Mr. Green. It's Mr. Pixar, who drove slowly down the dirt road.

Zach was a little surprised, has this guy been in the cemetery until now?

James wakes up, "You're sick......"

"Lie back and sleep. "Zach didn't bother to pay attention to James.

"Tsk. James closed his eyes again, not knowing that he had escaped a real nightmare, smashing his mouth, not knowing when he would fall asleep again.

Zack, standing sideways at the window, watching the car slowly coming from the west.

The car was not so slow that Mr. Pixar was willing. The snow began to pile up again after the sun went down, and the dirt and gravel road in front of Grande was not difficult to walk, but it was definitely not friendly enough for any pedestrians and vehicles. Mr. Pixar was probably a little impatient himself, and the incomparably clear headlights in the dark kept switching between high and low beams, but the place where it was illuminated was white except white.

Zach waited quietly. The hum of the engine was getting closer, the snow was being pushed and the sneezing was becoming clearer, and Zach heard an obviously unusual sneeze intermittently. Mr. Pixar doesn't seem to be in good shape.

Zach turned on the light.

"Tsk, you're sick!" - Zhan ......, who didn't fall asleep

"Shut up and sleep your sleep. Zach began to take off his shirt, then rummaged through the closet, and everyone was curious about Zack's pajamas. Disappointed, Zach pulled out a piece of James's pajamas, put them on, opened the window, and stretched out, "Pixar?"

The mundane switching headlights paused, and Pixar also tilted his body, his head poking out of the window, "Uh...... Sorry to wake you up. "What a heavy nasal voice.

"No, I didn't sleep. Zach rubbed his eyes as he spoke, hugging his tightened shoulders wrapped in cold air by the window, "Doesn't sound right to you? Are you sick?"

Good match, Pixar's head shook suddenly outside the car window, and it was a big sneeze, and Pixar almost hit the rearview mirror, "No, I'm fine." ”

"Wait a minute. Zach retracted into the window, closed the window, took off his shirt again, threw it directly in the face of James who was staring at him, put back on his clothes, and didn't bother to explain to James and went out.

It could be seen that Mr. Pixar was preparing to leave silently, and when Zach appeared at the main entrance of Grande, Mr. Pixar's car was already within range of Poch's house.

"Parking. Zach strode into the car in the snow.

The car was stopped, but it didn't turn off. It took Zack a moment to walk to the car, looking at Mr. Pixar, whose eyes were bloodshot and his nose was completely frizzy and rubbed by tissues, and it was another very cooperative sneeze, and Pixar was lying on the steering wheel, steadying his head so that he didn't hit the horn.

"Uh, Mr. Pixar. You're not in a driving state at all. Zakra pulled the door, "Get out of the car, go to Grande to take a break, and find a friend to pick you up." ”

The state of a severe cold should be clear to everyone. Mr. Pixar's state was already very embarrassed, and at this time, Zack's face seemed to be a little more ugly, and he weakly grabbed the steering wheel, "Uh, friend." You've had Toby's funeral, and you've seen any, ah, ah, ah, sneeze! ”

Zach couldn't control his gaze following the toilet paper that Pixar had casually thrown. In the passenger seat, it was almost like snow had passed through the roof of the car, and the white flower paper mounds had completely covered the seats.

"I can call Blake. Zach pulled the door again, not allowing Mr. Pixar to continue his evasive attitude, "This is not the North Side, this is the South District. I promise, if your car gets out of control on Route 27, no one will find out and no one will save you unless you rush to someone's house. This is not a good sound, but it is most likely true. If something happened to Pixar, it was estimated that he would only be buried in the field of Dongxi, and no one would notice......

Mr. Pixar struggled, "Okay, okay. ”

The doors opened.

Zach helped Mr. Pixar towards Grande.

Fortunately, in order to take care of the two young girls and James, although there are no humans in Grande now, there is still a heating supply. It was obvious that Mr. Pixar was much more comfortable after entering the Grande. Zach took the man to the dining room and then went to the kitchen.

Coffee doesn't seem to be a good choice, and Zach turns over the chocolate powder that Alice used to make snacks and boils the water.

"Sorry to wake you up so late. Mr. Pixar hugged a bucket of tissues and apologized.

Zach didn't stick to his original statement anymore, "It's okay. While busy in the kitchen, he asked, "Have you been in the cemetery all this time, and are you home so late?"

"Uh......" Mr. Pixar was laughing at himself, "I accidentally fell asleep behind a tombstone, or did your staff find my ...... while they were on night patrols"

Zach glanced back at the man, unable to comment, shook his head, and frowned, "Employees, the security guards of the cemetery should be patrolling at all times." I pay them for the work. ”

"I don't know. This is clearly not a question that Mr. Pixar can answer.

Zach pursed his lips, and this question will be relieved first. When he was ready, he added a drop of hot chocolate of his own blood and brought it to Mr. Pixar, and glanced at the other party's status, "I think we have some standing medicine upstairs, I'll call Blake, you wait a while." In the first half of this sentence, everyone should think that Zach is a very good human actor.

Entering the office, Zach gave Blake the phone. Without wasting everyone's time repeating this process, let's mention a detail, Zach heard Jason's voice in the background. Don't judge, everyone has their own way of life.

As he went down, Zach tore a corner of a piece of paper and crumpled it into a pellet.

Back to the restaurant. Zach handed out the 'medicine' in his hand, and in the red, "Antipyretics, you should feel better, but, though, it may make you want to sleep." "It's common sense that fever reducers can make people drowsy, and as for whether a lump of paper can complete this common sense, hehe, it depends on the red in Zack's eyes.

"Thank you. Mr. Pixar took it and swallowed the hot drink in his hand.

Zach sat down across from Mr. Pixar, and Crimson had already retracted, "Considering the road conditions outside, Blake should be there in 40 minutes." "If it wasn't snowing, the road would have been clear late at night, it should have been 20 minutes," you want to chat, or go upstairs and watch TV or something. ”

Pixar was a little hesitant, but it was good that he didn't realize that he hadn't continued to sneeze since he took the hot drink, "I'm going to stay here, I don't want to go up there and disturb your family." ”

What a nice guest, knowing that this is where the Grande family sleeps.

And, "You don't have to worry about me, go and rest......" Before he finished speaking, Pixar consciously looked at the space where there were only the two of them, realizing that he was an outsider after all and needed to be watched.

Such a conscious guest, Zach is very satisfied. Make an expression of forcibly finding a topic, "So, did you go to the Church of the Holy Child in the morning?"

"Uh...... Kindness. I didn't want to talk, but, the two of them stared at each other for 40 minutes, "I've a, uh, group, go to church to discuss something." ”

"Group?" Zach certainly knows what Pixar's group is, and Pixar is the rabbit, remember. But, it has to come out of the other person's mouth, isn't it, Zach didn't bother to explain his relationship with Darcy, "Interest groups like that." "For example, Sibella's book club~

"Well, almost. ”

"Huh. Zach smiled, "I also had this kind of interest group before, role-playing type, hehe, I don't know if you know the game Dungeons & Dragons?" Zack's purpose is clear, "Everyone puts on the character's props, pretends not to be their own character, and explores the dangerous dungeon." Hehe, it's ridiculous to say, heh, a bunch of adults don't take their lives seriously, put on weird costumes, pretend to be someone else there to play children's games......"

Of course, Zach noticed that Mr. Pixar's face had changed weirdly and stopped belittling Fitz's otaku, "What's wrong?" Exaggerated surprise, "Isn't it?

Pixar looked at Zack, who was about to say something, shook his head, and remained silent.

To Zack's surprise, Pixar should have given some information at this time, even if it wasn't to say that his group was a place for a bunch of people to complain about life, but he should also give some empathy on the role-playing side, and at least give a hint that his group was not a childlike thing like Zach's game - after all, being hit by life to start a meeting to discuss the theme that life is not real is definitely not a child's game, it is an adult tragedy.

Zach gave two points that allowed Pixar to continue, but the other party didn't answer any of them. This made Zach not understand.

Zach tried to salvage the unexpected atmosphere, "Sorry, I didn't mean to inquire about privacy, I just chatted. Please don't take it seriously if you are offended......"

"Do you know what a vampire is?" Pixar began, abruptly.

Zach opened his mouth, "Vampire what?"

"Nothing. Pixar turned his head and waved his hand, "Nothing." I...... I feel sleepy, wow, your medicine, the effect is really fast, I ...... "Lie on the table."

Zach looked at the top of Pixar's head and blinked.

Uh, what's the situation.

Well, nothing surprising, this term that describes a non-human creature with a human form was told to everyone present in the group sharing that just before the spontaneous eruption, she said this, hehe, the 'vampire' written by his friend as a character, affects everyone's lives, doesn't it.