Early in the morning, Zach went out after receiving a call to vote letter from the city in his mailbox.

Two things are conveniently stacked on top of each other - Zach is going to the hospital to find Mrs. Quinn.

Barton's streetscape, too familiar to mention, skimmes the vampire's route and starts straight from the hospital.

Zach was stopped at the door, to be precise, no one stopped him, but the crowd blocked the main entrance of the hospital, no one could enter, and no one could get out.

Zach didn't care about what was going on for a moment, and was about to go around and casually look for the open window and climb in. Anyway, no one needs to know that there is another vampire in the hospital~

Zach had just chosen the direction of the detour......

"Mr. Grande!!" an unexpectedly familiar voice called out to Zack in the crowd surrounding the entrance to the hospital.

Zach looked over with some confusion. Instinctively frowning, isn't this Grande's client! The husband, the wife, as the deceased, the body of the family that was harvested in the hospital.

"Mr. Grande!!Exactly!Mr. Grande is here!Let him prove what I say!!" The husband pushed through the crowd and began to run towards Zack.

Zach maintained his frown, tomorrow was the funeral, and Zach was not ready to see them a day earlier. I didn't expect to be involved in the trouble in front of me.

Sincerely, what's about to happen, don't you have a hunch?

It was zoomed in, and the comparison photo was posted on the sign that hung on the husband's chest. On the left, there is a daily life photo of his wife smiling. On the right, on the stone platform in the basement of the Grande, the 'work' completed by Zach and Hamilton.

"Mr. Grand!!" The husband didn't get Zack's consent, so he handed a part of the sign on his chest to Zack's hand, forcing Zach to use his hand to help him, "Tell these people! You want to make my wife's body ......" After all, there are still mood swings, "Recovery! How much of this padding is used!!" Since the sign was half handed over to Zack to help, his free hand slapped vigorously on the right photo, pointing to the position of the chest suture where the clothes covering his body were lifted and exposed—

After all, grooming wasn't done for a formal funeral, and Zach didn't do all the work in certain details. Incomplete sutures reveal artifacts that clearly do not belong to human organs.

Zach frowned, glancing at the passers-by who were already rushing in front of him, with different faces, uh, passers-by.

But at this time, it doesn't seem to be the kind of occasion to define the other party's next passerby, and you can leave with peace of mind. So Zach pursed her lips and glanced at her husband beside her, "Are you sure? This is your wife." "Hopefully, this is the last decent reminder to the deceased, and it will evoke some of the people around you, well, conscience, morality, ethics, no, these words are not right. But everyone should understand what Zach means.

The husband replied very simply, "Yes, this is my wife, but tomorrow, the future ......" He stared firmly at the passer-by in front of him, "This is your wife, your husband, your children, your parents! and even yourself! So, Mr. Grande, tell them! Tell them the truth!"

Zach looked away, "Okay. Holding the slogan, he reached out and circled the photo on the right, "The chest part is almost 5 kilograms, which is not much, but like any material used in a funeral home, it is hollow." It doesn't matter how much, it's about getting in shape. I did almost a full female torso and filled this part. Zach shook his hand, "The part of the skin you see is not actually the skin of the deceased, it is cloth, and the skin she left behind should be used for the parts that will be exposed at the funeral, such as the face, neck, ......."

Zack noticed that the husband's body was unstable, and Zack helped him, and it seemed that the husband had just learned about it.

Skipping this part, Zach's hand moves to the limbs in the photo, "All the parts that will be covered by clothes are wooden ......"

"She, where is her skin??" a passerby interjected.

It's like a taboo topic - it's a question that every normal person is restraining his thinking to go over. And that question is now being asked.

Some passers-by began to close their eyes and pray.

Answer, it can't be Zach, it's the husband, "Before my wife fell into a com......a, "Remember that the deceased was extubated in a vegetative state," and the doctor explained to us at the time that donating skin can help those with severe burns or severe skin diseases!"

"I, I signed. "Oh my God, a passerby in a wheelchair joined the conversation," but, but the doctor didn't say it was full, the skin of the whole body...... "He was shaking, probably because of the weather, but, hum, let's face it, it's the topic. The passerby was probably just a patient who wanted to breathe the morning air, and he had come across what was happening here at the worst time and place.

The husband was speechless for a while, not knowing how to answer. Instead, Zach pursed his lips, "It's not the whole body, it's just the back, but." "This time is the most terrifying," the limbs of the deceased, and most of the tissues of the predecessor were individually cut and donated, and then, in the back of the donated skin. Zach gestured all his might.

More passers-by began to pray.

There are also passers-by who can no longer control their thinking and continue to extend in the direction of the taboo, "Wait, wait a minute, what do you mean by most of the organizations of the predecessor?" We can continue to think that the weather caused the woman to crunch and fold her arms, but we can also be realistic. As you see fit.

"Mean ......" Zach really didn't want to answer this question, which was a little embarrassing for men, and glanced at her husband next to her.

Husband, I don't want to. So, he made a very reasonable push, pointing to the forehead of his smiling wife in the photo on the left, and then to the pale head on the right, "Mr. Grande spent the morning reconstructing my wife's head!

Prayer can't satisfy passers-by. They began to call the Lord by name. Maybe not, but—Zach confirmed that he heard "Papa midnight!" in the crowd!

"Why ?!!?" someone began to ask.

This is Zach's answer to Louise's question, remember, the criteria we give for the internal and external organs of the human body are not only health, but also a discussion.

Some of the quick-thinking passers-by have already shouted out the conclusion, "I always thought that the purpose of donating organs was to save people!!

Zach inexplicably had a peculiar idea in the crowd, it would be nice if the dog brother was there, he would record the change point of human consciousness.

However, whether it was Zack's wandering thoughts, or the fierce emotions of the crowd that had been completely provoked, were interrupted. A group of uniformed security guards and what appeared to be an administrative manager rushed out of the hospital.

Zach seized the opportunity and got out of the crowd when it was chaotic. When he was about to enter the hospital, he glanced back at the riot behind him-

"I'm not stupid?! We signed those papers! We can't sue you! But don't try to stop me from telling everybody the truth!!I'm not going to let a guy get cheated by your legal documents......"

Obviously, this matter will not be over for a while, Zach did not continue to watch, he came for a purpose. But Zach himself wasn't sure what he thought about it. In a way, Zach wants to see this kind of poor development - whether the mind reader Oz can succeed in staying in the middle and not returning to the Feast depends on this kind of extreme events.

Recall what Zach said to Hamilton – that the human community hid in the West where they thought it could be controlled for transplant operations, and that did not mean that the families of these organ donors would be controlled throughout the Federation. Hmph, to understand this, I also have to thank Derrick for explaining to Zack: the system of organ sharing is a very unreliable, random, and luck-dependent system. The human groups in the West mistakenly regard the control of this random system as the control of random humans in the Federation. And what happened here at Barton is the best proof that random humans are uncontrollable.

But Zach didn't want it to be too extreme at Patton, and the voting for the mayoral election was about to begin. It's best not to get Anthony in trouble.

It didn't take long for Zach to be in the hospital before he sensed Mrs. Quinn's restrained bloodline.

The induction of vampire bloodlines is mutual. Both vampires chose the passage where no one was there to start the meeting.

Zach stood at the door of a ladies' restroom and frowned, "Can you change places?"

"Men's bathroom?" Mrs. Quinn at the door spoke, and then, "Ah~I've never been in a men's bathroom~"

"Don't. "Yes, no, it's okay to let yourself go, but find another time, there's no need to ruin all our impressions of Madame Quinn. Zach pushed the door and entered, locking it with his backhand. Glancing at Mrs. Quinn, nothing had changed except that she looked like an unusually healthy old lady, "Yesterday Poch came to me, let me bring you a message......"

Zach didn't finish speaking, but Mrs. Quinn looked disappointed, "You're not here to help me convince Barton (Mrs.)." ”

"Have you forgotten that I did not support your conversion of Mrs. Barton from the beginning? Zach was a little helpless. The grandson has grown up, but the grandmother is starting to get younger. Well, that's realistic, isn't it—for Immortality, Lady Quin is a baby now, Poch, for the age of a human being, she should have grown up a long time ago.

"How about at least that help keep my friends from hating me?" said Mrs. Quinn to the innermost part of the bathroom, opened the window, and looked out. Clashes continued outside the hospital, involving passers-by and some doctors and nurses. Mrs. Quinn didn't say anything about the outside story, "What did she call me when you heard the phone call in the early hours of the morning?" ”

Zach shook his head, helpless, "I can't help you." Zach said very realistically at this time, "You and I have a special emotional foundation. Doesn't this story begin with Zach saving Mrs. Quinn's life and starting Grande's transformation, "But Mrs. Barton and I, from beginning to end, are only in a employment relationship." ”

Mrs. Quinn was silent for a moment, then shook her head slowly, "What is Poch going to say to me?"

"He's resigning from the Quinn Group. Zach took the lead and said, "He's going to concentrate on the affairs of the nursing home." ”

Mrs. Quinn's face unexpectedly didn't change at all, "That's it?"

"That's it. ”

Mrs. Quinn waved her hand, "Let him be." He continued to look out the window, "Your brother seems to be down there." ”

Zach frowned, he was actually expecting Mrs. Quinn to ask Poch what big things he could do in the sanatorium, and the Quinn family's inheritance was gone, but Mrs. Quinn didn't care at all, and Zach had no reason to say. But, hey, I reluctantly leaned to the window and looked down—

In the crowd at the entrance of the hospital, Derek Grande was being dragged into the hospital by two security guards.

It's a confusing scene.

Zach glanced at Mrs. Quinn, who shrugged, "You're here to pass the story, aren't you, it's over." "It means that Zach is free to move and leave her alone. Oh, wrong, it was she who wanted Zach to tube, and Zach refused.

Leave a final piece of advice, "Why don't you look at Lola, if Mrs. Patton can forgive Lola, hopefully forgive you." That's a pretty good suggestion.

Mrs. Quinn didn't speak, only nodding as she watched Zach go out.

It took Zach a while to find the locked up Drake in the conference room on the hospital's executive floor. Zach didn't intervene in the conversation - Drake seemed to be being 'educated'.

To quote what the guy inside who may have been a hospital executive said to Drake:

"Are you stupid?!Go out and apologize to the family??What do you have to apologize??Did you do something wrong?No!It's like our hospital! We didn't do anything wrong! We just finished the surgery that had to be done in a system! Like any federal hospital! It's our job! If that person needs to find someone to blame, it won't be us! It's not a doctor and it's not a hospital! Let him blame the system! It's none of us!"

Zach didn't feel the need to play. After all, Zach couldn't have said better. Kindness...... No, Zach could have made the contradiction clearer - those who control a system in the west. But does it make sense? Drake didn't know. Hey, it's probably because I know that I can't get past the psychological level, as the one in the conference room said uh, stupidly run out and apologize.

Zach was ready to leave before no one noticed.

"Mr. Grande?" was another familiar voice.

Zach turned around, "Amanda?" Mrs. Quinn's caregiver, uh. Once Mrs. Quinn's nurse, Zach looked at the other party, "You, work here?"

"Oh, yes. "I'm a nurse by profession, but after Mrs. Quinn left, ......"

"Yes. Zach just said hello as if he knew him, smiled and nodded, ready to walk by.

"Grande ...... first"

Zach looked back, "Huh?"

"No, it's nothing...... hiding his emotions, "nice to meet you." "I ran first.

Uh, strange encounters.