82_82547 Grande's van stopped in the narrow driveway, the door on the front porch had been pushed open, and it seemed that some old man was waiting impatiently.

Hardy was as agile as old Hank, and walked quickly to the two Grande brothers who had just gotten out of the car, looking up and down, "Grande's wild species of that old guy?!"

It's unceremonious, but it's reasonable. In this way, the older generation should know the real Old Grande very well, because according to the information of the old Hank, they used to be companions, and they were companions who cleaned and cleaned up in various 'scenes' together. The close relationship between them allows them to be with each other, without any secrets.

Zach raised his arm, nodded slightly in the sun, and smiled, "I'm my brother Zack, and this is my brother Benjamin." ”

Hardy waved his hand, obviously too lazy to pursue anything more, ready to lead the two of them into the house, "You guys are so slow! hurry up and follow, ...... in the basement"

A half-grown boy and a woman pushed open the door and stepped out of the front porch. The girl was obviously unhappy, with a fresh and beautiful face, while the boy followed closely with a frown as if he wanted to say something but was afraid of provoking the other party.

"Eddie!" Old Hardy yelled, just as angry as Old Hank, but not as ignorant of what happened as Old Hank, and asked loudly, "What are you doing!"

"Shopping!" Eddie replied angrily, glancing at the old man.

"Wait!" Old Hardy asked, "What do you buy?" "It doesn't matter if the little guy doesn't come, if he comes, he is the guardian, and he is responsible, but he can't let these little guys run around without anyone on vacation!"

Add is entangled. Elena didn't want to pay attention to it and walked farther and farther away. Old Hardy glanced at the two Grande brothers with a dilemma.

Zach shrugged and gestured into the room. "You said the basement. ”

Old Hardy nodded, took out the key, pulled the reluctant Eddie into his car, started, caught up with the girl with a flat face, and when the girl also got into the car, drove away.

Zach glanced at the vanished car. Pushed open the front door. I don't feel anything other than that I think that little girl has a lot of character.

Grande's two brothers glanced inside the house, it was a very ordinary home. There are various photographs on the walls and tables. It looks like old Hardy used to have a big family. The bedroom on the second floor was empty except for the master bedroom, and Zach didn't hear the voice of the hostess, so he probably wasn't there.

There's a little guy in the backyard who doesn't know what to do. Uncurious, Zach walked straight to the basement below the stairs, pushed the door open, and the smell of dampness and mustiness peculiar to a single young man's dormitory came to his face. Vampires and Alpha waved their hands, banishing away the unpleasant scent.

Old Hank's description of Woody is just one sentence, 'That kid is a bastard, and he can't touch anything!'

That's basically the background summing up, with a basement split out of the house, which apparently only Old Hardy lived alone. Take in this guy who annoys everyone. How annoying Woody is? I hate that old Hardy doesn't want to live in a room on the second floor.

The entire basement is divided into two parts, and the place leading to the staircase is filled with clutter. Inside, where Zach and Benjamin are now. The middle was separated by a yellow curtain with mildew spots, behind which was a bed, a bedside table, a small square table, a bare-bare washstand on the wall, and some musical instruments blocking the pipes on the wall.

Before Zach arrived, he asked Hank Sr. why Hardy didn't want the police involved. Old Hank didn't bother to explain, and now Zach himself could see it.

In the basement attached to the water pipe, metal simple bedside. There are mushrooms growing at the foot of the cabinet, well, it's a mushroom. On the bedside table with mushrooms growing at the foot of the cabinet, there was a small plastic bag that was not disguised at all, and there were several pills inside. This is obviously not a prescription drug.

Zach pressed his fingers to his nose, picked up the plastic packet, and shook it, "Do you think this is a Smith product?"

Benjamin took it and tugged at the corners of his mouth, "Maybe." Throwing it back on the table, he glanced around, "What are we going to see?"

Zach pursed his lips and fiddled with the integrated player on the bedside table, a bulky machine that seemed to integrate the functions of a radio, a player, and a voice recorder. Zach opened the door of the cassette cartridge, took out a black tape, and looked at the words written on the surface of the box with a marker, "'Ode to Blood'?"

Obviously, it wasn't a release album that I bought in the music store, I recorded it myself.

"Put it on and listen to it. Benjamin raised an eyebrow and glanced at the instrument behind him, "Looks like a bass player." ”

This is not good news for Zack, who does not like the genre of bass out of many genres of music. Usually this means that there is a very inflammatory and inflammatory emotion in the music. Yes, that's why Zach doesn't like rock 'n' roll.

Inflammatory music, considered by Zach to be an auditory kidnapping. Once the ears are caught by the melody, the listener is naturally instigated and infected by the cathartic emotions in the music. I don't know where this unclear perception comes from.

It can only be assumed that our vampires prefer to decide their own feelings and do not want their feelings to be influenced by others. Perhaps that's why he prefers jazz without the constraints of a structural framework.

Zach reluctantly pressed play, and Benjamin didn't know what to watch, so he crouched down next to Zack and opened the cabinet door below.

When the first drums clashed, Alpha pulled away to check on the vampires elsewhere.

"What are you doing......" Before Zach could finish his words, Benjamin had already moved his body out of the way, allowing the vampire's gaze to fall directly on the neatly arranged row of red vials in the cabinet.

There was no transition, and in the melody that became directly intense, Zach squatted down, frowned, took out a bottle, shook it, and the viscous red liquid shook and stained the wall of the bottle, and then slowly slid down the wall of the bottle.

Zach tapped his finger on the mouth of the bottle, "It's well sealed, should I open it and take a look?"

"It's blood. Benjamin had already come to his conclusion, and left Zach alone, opened the bottle in the cabinet, and reached deeper, taking out a metal box.

Zach hesitated for a moment, put the vial down for a moment, and watched as Benjamin opened the box.

It is an unopened, clean syringe, rubber band, and sterilized alcohol and other miscellaneous items.

"What is this?" Benjamin frowned, not asking about the contents of the box he found, but looking up at the player, looking at Zack, and tugging at the corners of his mouth, "That sounds like Punk." ”

Zach shrugged, he didn't know what a punk was, it was Benjamin's category.

"But I think they're imitating gothic. Benjamin tugged at the corners of his mouth, "It's not a good imitation." ”

In the genre of music that vampires don't like, Alpha has become an expert. (To be continued).