James had a plan to put Ford in his office - Joe's case.

Before talking about this, we need to go back to what happened at the police station in the morning.

Zach wasn't hit by 'Bishop' on the street, and Bishop had already got Joe's case at the time, so we already know the outcome.

But curious about what happened between James's decision to spend time with Bishop, who was out and about, to Bishop's letting Zach enjoy a flight?

The answer is realistic. 'Bishop' went straight to Director Darcy. There is no confrontation between the fierce spirit that occupies the human body and the inheritor of the last chance to be a human in this life, only 'Lao Tzu is the richest man in the city of Barton, and you are the public servant in this city'. I have a request, and you have to meet it.

The backtrack ends.

The relationship between Joe's case and the Ford Funeral Home is that Joe's body, in police records, was sent to Ford Funeral for processing. With the current situation that the funeral home is not a public resource, James has no right to intervene in the body that has been handed over from the police station, but this is James's plan.

He was going to remind Ford that no one had the right to call Joe's corpse if it was still there. The police who have already closed the Joe case can't do it, and neither can the 'Bishop' who deliberately wants to make trouble.

And this reminder is to avoid the identities of police detectives and funeral industry owners, but they are closely related to these two identities and only people with these two identities can understand. Understandably, James had no right to remind Ford, because James had nothing to do with Joe's body. Again, Ford should not have been aware of this reminder because the owner of the funeral business was a civilian, and he should not have known that there was a dispute over rights in the police department.

What James has to do is just to talk to Ford, who is just a normal person, as a police detective and a normal person who has left work. Take a ride, have a few drinks, whatever......

The plan is as simple as greeting two passers-by, and it is impossible to produce a moth.

out.

From the time James approached Ford's office—

"You called the police. ”

Unfamiliar voices came from the office, muffled by the sound of the rain, but we all knew how sensitive James was to 'call the police', and he heard it.

James's mental state may still be stuck in a simple plan execution, but his body is honest, his coat is neatly removed, and James's hand is already instinctively resting on the holster.

"It was a great pity, Mr. Ford, that I thought we could happily work together. The same unfamiliar voice. The sound of the rain could no longer hide anything, and James was already standing by the door.

In the blink of an eye, to remove the water dripping from his eyes, James's body had completely completed the state transformation, and the gun was already clenched in his hand...... The lights in the office went out.

There was only a momentary pause, and the gunfire began, not in James's hands. James's eyes widened, "Patton Police Department!" and kicked the door in.

Still a self-conscious move of the body, James completed a body depression at the moment of breaking the goal. The flash of light was evident from a weapon controlled by a non-James fellow, and James felt his damp hair being pierced by something.

There was no time to lament that the course of life had crossed a chasm trampled by death, and in that brief glow, James saw the body rising up. Bang la la...... The body climbed over the window at the other end of the office.

The light was extinguished again, continuously, not for the purpose of murder at all, but only to suppress the existing way of shooting, so that James did not dare to raise his position in the slightest. In the dense sound of rain, a footstep is gradually being buried.

"Zach!!" James said in his most penetrating voice.

Zack.

Zach felt an indescribable and wonderful oppressive force in front of a row of 'pregnant women'.

"I have a ......," the elf said, answering Zach's question.

Gunshot. It's kind of like a cigarette or coffee that Zach needs right now, uh, whatever will awaken Zach's senses that are numb in this season, in this weather. Because the sound is penetrating enough.

Zach looked in that direction.

Second gunshot.

Zach frowned, raised his hand to push aside the short man who had inexplicably grabbed him, and moved with a step.

Third, fourth, fifth, sixth ...... in a row Gunshots. Zach had disappeared into the morgue.

On the land enjoying the spring rain, a narrow passage wide for one person appeared, stretching from the morgue to Ford's office at incredible speed.

"Zach!!" James had just achieved the highest frequency that his vocal cords could vibrate, and his bent back was soaked with water from behind as if it had been splashed with water. It hurt as if it were falling into the water with a wrong posture, and the cold felt wrapped around James's back. But, true and undisguised, James felt safe.

The continuous gunfire continued, and the flickering light continued to appear outside the window of destruction. James's shoulder was grabbed, force majeure skewed, and James completed a transfer next to Zach's leg. The only thing he could see in this brief process of being placed in absolute safety was that two points gave him this security.

"He's going to run away! go after him!" James was already shouting out the task he knew he would accomplish as long as he said it.

Zach wasn't done.

Cause?

The lights in the office are back on. Zach drove it, and along with the lights, the red glow in his eyes faded to ordinary light green. Zach raised his hand to peel off the metal particles that had been scrambled in his chest, and with a click, over the twisted metal particles on the ground, Zach approached the shattered window—the kind that was slower than normal walking.

Zach's gaze looked straight out the window, the figure that was already getting smaller and smaller in the rainy night. The other party stopped shooting and completely disappeared into the rainy night.

"What are you doing!!" James was able to get back on his feet, he was furious that Zach hadn't done what he had been told......

Getting back up, bright lights, James saw, Mr. Ford slumped in front of the window, on the side of his desk. Red, spreading under Mr. Ford's body.

The question mark just now, the reason why Zach did not complete James's mission, here, at this moment, a life is truly gone.

"You...... What is ......" At the end of his life, Mr. Ford didn't seem to have much brain capacity to handle anything more, so he could only ask the question in front of him.

In front of Zack, his clothes were messy and messy, full of holes and dripping red and white water into the ground. But Zach still straightened his clothes, smiled, approached Mr. Ford, and crouched down, "Oh, what do you ask, I don't know you anymore, I'm Zachary Grande." ”

"Yes, yes. "Well, at the end of life, this last question will not be answered, this is fate. Mr. Ford's already weakly tilted head became even weaker, and his eyelids began to close......

Zach looked back at James.

The situation at hand is very simple. To save, or not to save.

Is this a question that needs to be asked?" "Save him!" James was even angrier. Angry Zach actually needs him to shout out.

Zach turned his head and pulled Mr. Ford's eyes away, "Remember, I'm always the junior in the industry who occasionally needs your care in the South End. ”

Perhaps, it would be better if Zach was using red eyes when he said this. Wait a minute, maybe ...... It's not, so be it.

Ford's head was weakly lowered, leaning on his chest against his chin to maintain his posture, and in the eyes that Zach forcibly pushed open, it was Zack's hand on his abdomen, red, full of Zack's hand.

Ford he began to feel one thing, Zach's hand, a part, in his body.

For a normal middle-aged male, at any time, I mean, at any time, will not enjoy his body, be invaded.

The situation changed very quickly.

Ford suddenly raised his hand and pushed Zach away, "Take your hand away!!"

Zach sat on the slightly messy ground, wiped the bright red on his hands with clothes that he couldn't ask for anyway, looked at Ford, and smiled, "How do you feel?"

Ford's body froze for a moment, then quickly ripped off the clothes in front of him, erasing the messy bloodstains, and staring at his middle-aged man's characteristic ...... Rough belly ...... Blink, stagnant again.

Zach continued to wipe the blood from his hands, and James, James's body shook a little—the kind of spirit, James's instinct told him that he didn't want to be involved in the subsequent exchange between the two funeral owners. James turned and ran into the rain, and after a while, he saw James running away from the broken window tracing the traces that had been erased in the rain. Give it a thumbs up, it's rare to get such a serious detective.

Ford's stasis ended, and he suddenly looked up at Zack, who was still smiling.

Ford's body began to exert force, leaning back against the rubbing of his body against his body—away from the smile that was smiling at him.

Ford didn't move far, the desk was behind him, and after a brief screeching sound of the legs rubbing against the floor, the wall was pressed against the wall, and there was no way to retreat.

Ford's legs began to flex and extend, his body adjusted his balance, and he was ready to stand up. Human limbs, after all, have a clear division of labor, and the way they move close to the ground is not a human advantage. Ford was ready to get up and escape? maybe, he failed anyway.

As soon as Ford stood up, he was crooked, lying on a pool of blood of his own making......

"Anemia. Zach still smiled, gave up wiping his hands, and sat back lazily, "You're not suitable for strenuous exercise right now. ”

Ford's face twitched, and he was reminded that the red of his stomach came from himself.

The atmosphere in the office began to settle.

Ay. There has to be a process, bear with it.

"What are you......" Ford ...... Giving up and getting up again, he leaned back on his desk, staring at his hands full of red and asked. It's funny. The re-beginning of life is the same as the question of the end of life.

"Zachary Grande. Smiling, there was a plaintive reproach in his pale green eyes. Don't say that Zach is pretentious. It's not a play, it's a real emotion. Just at the end of your life to let you remember who I am, forgot?

"I didn't ask your name!I need you to tell me your name!!" Ford actually got angry, "I asked you what you are!!what!understand?!"

It's a donkey or a horse, you say.

"Does it matter?"

"Are you human?!" Ford said...... Directly, staring at Zach's tattered and soaked clothes, "I saw those bullets go into your ......body!!! Spit it out!!You can't be human!!!"

Not pretentious, Zach grudged, "At least the reason why I'm not human is attributed to the fact that I saved you, how." ”

"So you admit it!!You're not human!So what are you?!! "The persistent restarter of life is like a crying baby.

"Like I said, you just need to know I'm Zachary Grande." ”

"Zachary Grande, I know, can't sit here unharmed! Zachary Grande, I know, can't...... Pull me back from death!!"

"The biggest myth about human relationships is that everyone thinks they know everything about a person." "Inexplicable moments of life insight," but in fact, no one really understands anyone. ”

"You're not human!!"

"I'm hurt." ”

Ford...... Ford began to search for something at hand, found a document that had fallen on the ground, and smashed it at Zach without hesitation.

"Whew. Zach didn't hide, "It hurts." ”

Be quiet. Ten seconds.

"I'm alive. Ford looked at Zach.

"You're alive. Zach smiled back.

It's a good atmosphere, and if you stop here, you shouldn't have any opinions. But you get the idea.

The dwarf, standing at the door of the office, "Old, boss, still working overtime, hard work......" He saw the messy office, which was not the point, the point was the twisted bullets on the ground and the pool of blood on the ground. So shut up.

Ford stared at his employees, "Why are you still here! Didn't you leave work early?"

Zach sighed, shook his head, stopped doing it on the ground, and stood up, "You recently received a batch of corpses here. Zach hesitated, but said, "They're not corpses, they're all alive, we need to know where you got it from." ”

Ford didn't have time to answer, and perhaps he wasn't ready to answer, still thinking about what situation he was in. At this time, James returned. James didn't come back alone.

"Hamilton. Zach nodded. Zach wasn't surprised, and when the dwarf appeared at the door, Zach sensed that the Hamiltonian bloodline appeared within his perceptible range.

Hamilton was also polite, "Zach. "Respectful salute," Ford. Nodding counts as a greeting.

"Hamilton of Allen's funeral!" Ford, though he was not yet able to stand up, had just proven that he was capable of expressing his emotions in his words. As for what the tone is, everyone thinks for themselves.

Hamilton didn't care about Ford's tone and looked at Zach, "The man died, he tried to ambush James, and I stopped him." Frowning, a little annoyed, "I should pay attention to the strength, I need him to live." "Ford—"What the hell is going on!!"

"We need to have a good talk, right? Zach glanced around.

"We need it!"

Ford and Hamilton together.