The crescent moon slanted to the west, the dead walking on the cemetery were like returning sea crabs, the land was tumbling and tumbling, and there was no trace of it being turned over, and what happened was erased in the silver moonlight.

Benjamin only wore a pair of loose shorts, and the beige shirt he used to wipe off the yellow and white marks on his body, and finally crumpled it up and discarded it. With a hint of a smile on the werewolf's lips, it was a pleasure to see Papa lead Grande's 'eldest son' by the nose at midnight.

"You're gloating. Zach looked at his 'younger brother' helplessly.

"Yes. Benjamin admitted with a smile......

Papa, who has never appeared in the middle of the night, seems to have forgotten about the werewolf in this 'conversation'. But, is this a joke? I mean, werewolves are basically made by Papa at midnight to deal with vampires' predators! I mean, what would I think if I had a dog to watch over the house, and found that the fierce dog that was supposed to bite the robber's throat was happily playing with the robber?

So, even I know what the two of them are overlooking! The vampire was digging up his 'offspring' when he met Papa at midnight? coincidence ?, but since the people involved didn't notice it, I silently shut up, 'No spoilers, that's no fun.' —Papa Midnight.

Anthony is woken up by Zack, and the night is short, and the mayor still needs to work for the city of Barton. Zach pulls up the funeral records of Ian Anthony from the Grande House, and dismisses the mayor who has countless things to say about the dried corpses in the back of the van.

Before dawn, the mayor returned to where he was supposed to be, and Benjamin's van returned to the Grand House. A new day, abandoning last night's qiē, started anew.

Ian Anthony was placed in the basement, and Zach wasn't prepared to wake him up right now. Alice had been woken up by the Great Dane and was preparing breakfast in a daze, and Benjamin had gone to catch up on his sleep.

In Grande's office, the faint morning light has been sprinkled through the window on Old Hank's arched back, there is a lamp on the workbench, Old Hank doesn't know how late he worked last night, lying on the workbench still asleep, with a reminiscence smile on his face, these texts are all his past in the Grande House.

Zach patted Old Hank and sent him back to his room on the second floor to rest, then returned to the office and threw the old Hank's 'past' into a bucket and burned it.

If the guess is correct, that Wells will come again today with a search warrant, and in order to 'revenge' the trouble of the Grande House, he will definitely not give advance notice......

Zach put the papers back on the side of his desk, gave up his rest, restocked some 'food', and walked east along the road in front of the Grande House while the sun was not so dazzling. Old Hank sorted out the materials for Zack, and Zack also went to pick up today's newspaper for Old Hank, which was a simple job exchange.

On the early morning path, standing on the wooden poles on both sides of the dirt and stone road, the signboard of the Grand House in mid-air reflects the early sun, and the font on the signboard is still the style that was popular ten years ago, complicated, gorgeous, and some mottled ink reveals a trace of solemnity. Zach squinted, not sure what he was thinking. He opened the mailbox on the side of the road, it was still empty, and he decided to wait.

The crisp bicycle bell rang from far and near, and Zach stepped out of the shade of the tree to watch the young man with a green linen wrap on the back seat in the distance approaching on his bicycle.

It was still a little chilly in the early morning, the young man was wearing heavy gloves on his hands, parked the car in front of Zack, glanced at Zack, took off the gloves in a hurry, took out a subscription list from the backpack behind his back, and looked for 'Grande'.

Barton Daily. Zach kindly reminded, "There will be tomorrow." ”

"Oh. The boy replied dumbfounded, but found Grande on the list, and then turned and pulled out a newspaper.

Zach blushed in embarrassment as he clumsily rolled out of the car, kicked over the package in the back seat, and then chose to open the mailbox on the side of the road first and check it again before stuffing the newspaper in. Zach smiled and took out the newspaper directly in front of the teenager, clipped it under his armpit, and helped the teenager clean up the scattered newspapers: "Are you a newcomer?"

"Yes, sir. The teenager was a little nervous.

"What about the original postman, well-" Zach thought for a moment, and old Hank seemed to mention his name, "Matthew, right, did he transfer away?"

"Oh, he quit half a month ago. The boy relaxed a little and introduced himself, "I'm Nick." ”

"Hehe, I'm Zach Grande. Zach introduced himself with a smile, but he was a little surprised that Matthew's resignation was a very stable job, and it was not wise for the boys of the South Barton District, who were generally low in education, to give up such a job. With such a shift in attention, Zach ignored the point in time, "Why did Matthew resign?"

Nick's eyes became nervous and he hesitated for a moment, but Zach seemed to be a very friendly guy, and it would take some time to sort out the scattered newspapers, so he answered this somewhat gossipy question anyway: "I heard, I just heard that when he was delivering things, he broke a lot of mail and was fired." ”

Zach raised his eyebrows, a little regretful, it turned out that the resignation was just a euphemism, "Maybe it was just an accident." ”

That's what he said. Nick replied, his hands raised in front of him, his fingers bent, making a quotation mark motion, rolling his eyes, "'Attack,' he said he was attacked by something." ”

Zach asked curiously, "Attack?" Maybe the next question will be ......

"Who knows, it's just an excuse not to want compensation. Nick said indifferently, and then his face flushed for the newspapers on the ground were stained with mud, which was a kind of damaged mail. Nick cried out at a loss, "No, no, no!"

Zach looked at this Nick sympathetically and comforted: "Don't worry, people won't care about this little problem." ”

Do you want Zach to contribute his own clean newspaper? How could it be, Zach is not a saint.

Just a little bit! Ignore my idiosyncratic words.

Watching Nick leave dejectedly, Zach stretched out and headed back to the Grande House.

The hum of the car's engine approached, and Zach slowly turned his head and glanced at the people in the car. With a gloomy face and a lack of sleep, James Lance raised his chin at Zack, who was standing in front of the porch, and honked his horn to say hello. Zach nodded back, waited for James to turn off the fire, got out of the car with a bunch of documents, and the two entered the Grande House together.