In Old Hardy's home, there was a square table in the space on the first floor, pressed against the spread carpet, stuck in the back of the living room near the hallway. Old Hardy snorted, "What a good thing you did!"

Zach pouted, not intending to explain, the implementation of the Grande rules facilitated such moments. As for what old Hardy thinks, whatever!

Hardy Sr. didn't get a response from Zack, pushed open the door to the basement, and tugged at the corners of his mouth in annoyance. is also a gray professional, he can't force Zach to give an answer, and he is quite helpless, "What about the other person? Why are you the only one?"

Of course, Zach didn't answer, but smiled and asked, "How many little guys?"

Old Hardy snorted heavily, "It's already gone!" The family inexplicably had many holes, and asked the guy who was unconscious in the backyard, he didn't know anything, and said with a confused face that he just went to get a drink and lay on the ground. In this case, if you don't drive people away, you will have ghosts.

Old Hardy glanced at Zack again, snorted, and glanced irritably at the messy basement, "Have you all checked?"

"Found something interesting. Zach was a little embarrassed. When I left, I was worried that Alpha would get out of control again, and I was in a hurry, and now I returned to this basement again, and the debris in the first half had been completely scrapped, scattered everywhere, and in the second half of Woody's residence, a twisted metal bed was lying in place, and the already miserable living space was even more miserable.

Zach shook his head, ignoring the senseless guilt for a moment, "I want you to sue Sù about the source of those things." ”

"Hmph, something. Old Hardy shook his head, seemingly helpless, "Are you asking about the poisons—or the blood vials collected?"

Zach looked at old Hardy, an old man who should know something, and thought for a moment. Decided to start from the beginning, "Tell me how you found out that Woody was missing." ”

"Four days in a row. Old Hardy frowned, and replied angrily, "I wasn't woken up by this kid when I went to bed at night, okay!"

Zach pouted. "I need more. ”

The twisted and collapsed metal bed, the bucket that Benjamin had fished out had been knocked over, and the black-gray ashes were scattered around. Old Hardy pointed to the ashes, "Do you know what that is?"

Zach shook his head, waiting for an explanation.

Old Hardy tugged at the corners of his mouth and snorted in disgust, "I promised to give this kid a place to live!

Zach didn't speak, there must be a follow-up to this inexplicable complaint, don't worry.

"One day. I found out that I had a mail package in my mailbox addressed to this kid!" said Old Hardy hatefully.

Zach couldn't quite understand the starting point of the grumbling, "Is there a problem? He lives here, and that's his address." ”

"Of course there is!" Old Hardy's hand circled around the basement, "He doesn't have an address!" and raised his hand up, "He doesn't have the right to take these things as his own! These are mine! Not his!

Zach pursed his lips and shook his head, not wanting to argue about the issue, if this scene happened between a couple who had broken up, there was some reason to argue about the ownership of the email. In a pair of grandchildren, Zach understands incompetence.

Zach waved his hand. "Are you suing me, are these burned things mail?" Zach paused, "Sue me, did you peek at Woody's mail?"

"Of course I want to see it!" old Hardy roared as if he were right, "what is sent to my house is mine! What is a peek! I just look at it in the light!"

Zach waved his hand. Too lazy to argue, it's a good thing for the commission, "What is written in the letter, who is the sender?"

"I said it's mail! Not just letters, but packages!" Old Hardy glanced at Zach with disgust, "Are you listening?"

From early in the morning when I received a call from Old Hardy. Zach felt that this was a bad old man, and now this feeling is constantly being confirmed. It doesn't matter, Zach waved his hand, "What kind of package is that." ”

"A vial of blood!" Old Hardy rudely hooked open the bedside table that was still intact with his foot, now it was empty, and the things had been swept away by Zack, "It's the blood vials you took away!"

Zach frowned, the feeling of not wanting to check those blood vials was getting stronger, God knows where it was sent from?!

"Who's the sender?"

Eli ......

Strange name, but seems to have been heard somewhere. As the vampire tugged at the corners of his mouth and watched old Hardy open and close his lips, he wondered where the faint familiarity came from.

"Toledo. ”

Thinking stopped.

"Eli Torredo!" Old Hardy frowned at Zack's suddenly frozen eyes, thinking that this guy was distracted, and repeated to him loudly, "Hey! I said you were listening to me!"

The vampire's eyes were deflected, and he looked at old Hardy with an impatient expression, and the corners of his mouth curled, "I'm listening." Go on. ”

"Hmph!" old Hardy shook his head and pouted, "Say it's the lead singer of some ghost band or something!Anyway, I never understood what their young people played!" he grumbled, the corners of his eyebrows twitched, "In addition to the blood vial, there is also a note saying that he likes Woody's 'contribution' very much, and this is a reward!"

"'Contribution'?" Zach raised an eyebrow, "you should be in more detail." ”

"Detailed??!" Old Hardy glared at Zach, "How do I know what 'contribution' means! God knows what the hell Woody sent to this guy named Eli with my address before that email came!"

Zach waved his hand, "Didn't you ask? You don't think it's suspicious that you will send blood in the mail? After all, Woody still lives under your roof." ”

"Of course I asked!" replied old Hardy angrily, "he won't say!"

"And then?"

"Hmph, and then I'll start blocking every one of his emails!"

Zach raised an eyebrow, "Is there a lot of email like this?"

"How many bottles did you take?" asked Hardy Sr. rhetorically.

"A dozen bottles. Zach didn't count them, but he understood what Hardy Sr. meant.

"More than that!" said Hardy Sr., glancing at Zach, "there are thousands, hundreds! I'll clean up some of them almost every few days!"

Zach opened his mouth, but didn't want to make any inferences for a moment, and shook his head.

"Don't think I'm an old man and it's useless!" Old Hardy glared at Zack, "I've seen countless bloody scenes in my life!" When I saw the red stained on the shattered, scattered glass bottles, I instinctively knew that these things needed to be 'cleaned up'!"

It turned out to be a profession!

"You're covering for Woody. Zach narrowed his eyes and raised an eyebrow, "Sue me more, please." (To be continued......)