"You're not really going to keep him here. ”

The Grande were waiting for dinner, and Benjamin and Zach were sitting on the second floor of the warehouse. Alpha asked, sitting in a chair tilted back and forth, looking at the vampire occupying his bed.

"Why not. Zach stared at the wooden beams on top of the warehouse, "Here, it should have been his." ”

Syllable. Benjamin sat under his ass and landed on his front legs, and Alpha looked at the vampire seriously, "Are you serious?"

"Seriously. Zach turned his head to the side and looked at Alpha, "Didn't you see the old Hank? ”

Alpha frowned, pursed his lips, and nodded.

When the vampire and alpha first arrived, or discovered the [Grande Funeral House], would everyone be curious?

Of course, Anthony is indispensable in this.

Here's the thing.

A ghost, a wolf, a person, the only one who really has a legal identity is Anthony, a human being. The vampire's military doctor was deceived under the pupil of charm, and in order not to expose Toledo's whereabouts, he didn't even have an identity document, and Zack, the military doctor, only existed in the minds of Zài and his work colleagues!

Benjamin's military identity is a replacement for an unlucky guy who hung up on the battlefield.

After the end of the war, the identities of vampires and alphas were naturally abandoned, and the simplicity of vampires, the re-enchanting pupils, Benjamin found a reason to die once and it was over. The two aliens, who were assigned to Barton Anthony, came to this seaside city.

Anthony's life trajectory is actually similar to that of Wes and James, both from being discharged from the army to the police department. It was a good time, much more than the bullshit relationship between Grande and James now. Do you think that Zach's guidance on James in policing is all arbitrary?

No, Zach has templates, ever and Anthony's templates. So Zach knows what to do with a human police officer if the case is related to an alien race. How to Really Close the Case!

That initial time, in addition to getting Anthony to begin to attract attention, also completely cleared Barton's alien environment. All the aliens know that Barton has two powerful aliens, Alpha and Vampire!

Everyone remembers the meeting between Zach and Anthony at the port of Massa. If the vampires and alphas hadn't been held back by Anthony, they would have boarded the departing ship and left the continent for good.

The turnaround is at the end of this good time.

Anthony begins to catch the train that makes his career soar, and he meets Aethra, a socialite from Barton's upper class. Probably not, it might be more accurate to use each other. Well, please accept this vague statement. This is the story of Barton's aliens, not the story of these two humans, and we already know how it will end.

In a word. Anthony began to use Ethera's connections to move up the line, and when Anthony began to take some power, he began to reciprocate. Anthony made a promise to the vampires and Alpha to make the city a place where they could live freely.

For this reason, when Anthony began to wrest power from Ethella, he also began to use the resources at his disposal to find a 'home' for his two friends, Vampire and Alpha.

There are only two basic requirements for this 'home'. The right identity, a secluded environment.

A funeral home run by two celibate old men, perfect. Then Anthony swore with his own human life. Vampires and Alpha will definitely be satisfied, just go and have a look!

So, at this time, the two aliens who were chatting in the warehouse, at that time, stood outside the main entrance of the Grande House, watching the two old men inside the door quarrel. While wiping down the coffin, which was already very clean.

Here, slow down.

Old Grande glanced at the people outside the door, "You old fellow, are you blind, don't you see any guests coming...... Ahem...... he began to cough, his rickety body lying on the coffin, his side face already red.

Old Hank quickly walked around from behind the coffin. Holding Old Grande, his red face stared at the three people outside the door, vampires, alphas, and banshees, yelling, "Closed today!

Old Hank was punched, and old Grande, whose face was flushed, held his breath, "it!" he continued to cough and beckoned, "Come in, come in......"

The banshee, who was not even ten years old, hid behind the vampire, clutching the vampire's coat tightly, her whole body trembling.

The vampire patted the banshee's head and asked softly, "What do you see?"

The banshee's flushed face was buried in the side of the vampire's legs, and the wet water stains remained on the coat that the vampire had bought at half price from Morilin. The vampire was no longer reluctant, and looked at Alpha, asking with his eyes.

Alpha frowned, before he could respond.

"Hey, ahem......" The old man who made the banshee cry beckoned inside, "Come in!"

The future owner of the Grande stepped into their home for the first time.

Exhibition halls, meeting rooms, offices. The vampire sat in a comfortable chair and looked at old Grande behind his desk.

The old man's hands and feet were not convenient, and he coughed and trembled his thin arms, rummaging through the drawers. The other old man, old Hank, was very agile, quickly brought water, took out a few yellow plastic vials from the drawer, and poured out a bunch of pills.

"Very, sorry, sorry for your ......," said old Grande, who tried to be a good owner of the funeral home, looked at the vampire with a red cough and teary eyes, and wanted to say a word of comfort.

Don't forget, this is a funeral home.

Old Hank, who was guarding Old Grande's side, frowned, and looked at the three guests with a fierce gaze, "Who is it!" He pressed Old Grande's back, and while constantly smoothing out his breathing, Old Grande asked in a vicious tone, "Who is dead!"

The vampire raised his hand and leaned against his nose, not wanting the banshee to see anything, the blood that had lost his life force made him uncomfortable. The vampire frowned and looked at Old Hank, not going to speak for a moment.

They were just asked by Anthony to come and 'inspect'.

"Ahem...... Hank!" The master pushed away the old man beside him, and he barely smiled at the person across the desk with his wrinkled face, very ugly, "Don't ...... Leave him alone......" His trembling hand pushed a piece of paper across the table, his wrinkled face showing apologies, "I'm sorry, I'm not in a good state...... Ahem...... Let's take our time......"

The vampire picked up the text and glanced at it, which was a description of the funeral rules, from the age and gender of the deceased, to the requirements of the ceremony.

The vampire put down Wen Jiàn and asked an irrelevant question, "Here." The vampire looked left and right, "Busy?"

"What did you say?" said the same voice as Hong Zhong, the agile old Hank.

The vampire continued to look around, asking expressionlessly, "It's just you two old men here, don't you have any helpers?"

Old Hank had already walked around his desk, his thin, rough, broad hands grabbing the shoulders of the vampire's coat, "Get out!"

The vampire turned his face sideways, raised his hand to take Old Hank's hand, took it away, smoothed out the wrinkles that had been caught, looked at Alpha, who was sitting behind him holding the banshee, and asked again.

"Hank!" Old Grande behind the desk slapped the desk and stood up with a blushing face, "You get out!"

Alpha seemed to hesitate, and the vampire frowned at the banshee curled up in Alpha's arms, and asked another inexplicable question, "How long does he have left?"

The banshee's face was buried in Alpha's arms, and three fingers were raised.

"Years?" the vampire asked.

(The death seen by the banshee is continuous, from the occurrence of the event that opens the death to the end of the death, as stated in the first volume.) At this time, old Grande was already ill and finally died, so Alice could see it. ）

The banshee, buried in Alpha's arms, nodded.

Old Hank didn't listen to the orders of Grande's master, he couldn't pull the people in front of the desk, listened to their inexplicable conversation, didn't know what was triggered, rushed to the back angrily, and pulled the alpha!

Alpha frowned, protecting the trembling banshee, but his body did not move.

"Hank!" Old Grande behind the desk waved his fist impatiently, staggered to the desk, and walked out, as if to pull the crazy old Hank.

Ignoring the actions of the two old men, the vampire still waited for Alpha's response, "Stay, or leave." The vampire tilted his head sideways, looking impatient, "It's an easy choice. ”

"Then why don't you just choose it. Alpha's gaze looked at the vampire over the two old men who were inexplicably pulling and arguing with each other in the middle.

The vampire frowned, "I'm asking you." You have to answer. ”

"Then I'll ask you now. "Alpha responds calmly," you replied. ”

The vampire seemed a little helpless and shook his head, "Can't be as ...... as you"

Two interracial peacefully talking, and a banshee already whimpering and sobbing, their voices drowned out by the sound of an argument in this office.

"Ahem...... "Ahem while tugging, and the two old men who were supporting each other were entangled in the middle of the office, "You old thing! ahem...... You're not going to drive people away...... Cough...... What else will you do?"

"Do you blame me!" Whether it's the volume or the action, every time the dominant guy pushes the other party, he will involuntarily step forward to protect the other party from falling, his resistance makes people confused, "I'm not all for you!!"

"For me?!ahem...... Look here!Ahem, it's just the two of us here...... Cough...... Old guy!"

"You can't say that......"

The quarrel seems to have nothing to do with the three guests sitting here at this time.

"That's what I said...... Cough...... What the hell did you! You old bastard! cough...... You drove everyone away......"

The vampire stood up, his eyes turning red, and shook his head at Alpha, "Let's go back first." These two old guys make me uncomfortable. ”

The vampire's hands pressed on the two leaning shoulders and pushed them apart, "Go ahead and wipe the coffin, no one has come." (To be continued......)