Outside the police station, James opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat without saying a word. Zack hesitated for a while before Shi Shiran sat down...... When he came, he was stuffed in the back seat as a prisoner, so Zach took a sip of wine, and this time he sat in the passenger seat.

It was a great sacrifice, it was past noon, the sun was heading west, and on the way back, Zach couldn't take it......

"Don't you want to know why your team leader asked you to let go of this case? This sacrifice was naturally to appease James's little heart.

James glanced at Zach and ignored the guy gloomily. What hurt James more was the professional insult he was asked to take Zach back in person.

Zach raised an eyebrow, before coming out, the female team leader, that is, James's direct boss, only told Detective Cousson when conveying the instructions of the police department boss that the order James received was actually from his partner Cowson. There is a sentence in it that makes Zach feel a little sympathetic to James, it goes like this-

"Lance is not a Barton man and I don't expect him to understand the influence of 'Herman' on Barton. You are, you're also Lance's partner, you go and solve it. ”

Cowson's solution was, "You brought the man, you offended, apologize! Send it back! Then go to Amilia! This is the last time I'll cover for you! Be conscious! Go! Hurry up! I'm my partner! Not your toilet washer!"

Corson didn't solve anything, but transferred, the old detective, the old fritter one. James, too worthy of sympathy.

As the police station gradually retreated and disappeared from the departing window, Zach waved his hand, leaning against the backrest in a strange posture, pulling the rocker on the back of the chair, and leaning back slightly, "You know. This is better, the police completely put down the case. If you follow what I originally thought, you'd hate the situation even more. ”

James remained silent, silently increasing the throttle. There was no more annoying situation for him than now, the person he caught in front of everyone. He's going to send it back in person now. And this person is still a vampire who will never shut up and thinks he is superior to all humans, and habitually points fingers - Zack. Feel it.

Zach found a comfortable angle and looked at the rear, almost half-reclining, where James's gloomy eyes were reflected. Zach moved his body comfortably, James's car was really good, the chair was soft enough, how could he not have noticed it before.

Zach was unconsciously casual at this time, no different from Desè. The corners of James' eyes, which he couldn't see in the rearview mirror, collapsed. What else can I do besides forbearance.

"You should think so. The too-comfortable vampire raised his hand in front of his half-lying body, gesticulating, "Things will only go in two directions, you either lock me up in the police station and go after him against your will with the idea that the letter writer was framed by me." I also have to worry about whether I will stay in the police station honestly and not do something 'good'. ”

Zach raised an eyebrow. There was a pause, "Or." As now, you can keep an eye on me at any time, don't worry about anything, and together we can find out who wrote the letter. ”

Of course, this incident will not be left alone because the police let it go!

Because 'Toredo' appears in the title, Zach will definitely track it down. As for James, let go of this kind of thing. I'm afraid it doesn't exist in his consciousness.

The frowning brow in the rearview mirror is even tighter, and there is not much left of the eyeball that has been compressed. James really didn't want to turn his head to look at Zach, who used his car as a bed, and expressing 'I'm looking at you' from the rearview mirror was already the limit of what James could do.

Zach adjusted his body again. With a forceful expression, the image of someone gradually became clear in the rearview mirror.

The corner of James's eyes jumped, he turned his gaze, his face was hideous, and he stepped on it again, and the throttle was bigger!

Zach was still unconscious, and he didn't know how to breathe, and the effect in the rearview mirror throbbed a few times and disappeared.

"It's really hard. Zach suddenly said to himself, "It's so much more complicated than moving in the sun, I need to 'reject' any light source shining at me......"

No, Zach was still a little conscious, stretched out his hand, and patted Hams on the shoulder, "Oh, sorry, I shouldn't have said this to you, you won't understand." Zach curled the corners of his mouth obediently, "Only vampires would understand." ”

James kicked the gas throttle. You get the idea.

The speed of several surges, for vampires, is nothing at all. On the contrary, Zach also enjoys that although there are many things that humans don't understand, there are undeniably too many things they know, such as how to keep clothes neat and tidy while moving beyond physical speed - sitting in the car. This world is really inseparable from human beings.

Zach looked up at the rapidly receding scenery outside the window, which was just a reminder that the return trip would take less time, and that he needed to hurry up if he wanted not to waste the road.

"James. Zach was half-reclining in his chair and closed his eyes comfortably, "You haven't told the sender you saw." ”

James didn't speak.

Zach continued, "How did you see the second letter being sent?

Don't speak.

"James, I have a question for you, please answer it. Zach continued.

Don't speak.

"James?" continued.

Ditto.

"James?"

Ditto.

"James?"

......

In the car, a screeching sound could be heard, and Zack's knee hit the front of the seat due to inertia. Buckled diagonally with his seat belt, he pulled up Zack's meticulous shirt and stuck it on Zack's chin, the clothes ridiculously wrinkled on his upper body, stagnating on his chest and exposing his entire stomach.

"Go down!" said James, who was looking at the wolf bèi, as he pressed his aching chest, "now!"

Zack's hand fiddled with the lever, and the backrest slowly dragged Zach up slowly, "Well done, James, good job." Zach tugged at the corners of his mouth, just now he was still praising humanity in his heart, look at it now.

While sorting out and flattening clothes, I looked out the window, "Where is this?"

"It's none of your business! you go down!" roared James.

Zach ignored it and continued to groom himself in the car, tilting his head sideways and looking at the building in front of him.

James's parking was very quiet, and someone was already poking their heads out of the window of the building, and it was obvious that this was still the North District, and it seemed that James was not going to send Zach back.

Zach was at a window and saw Emilia looking at her through the curtains, and understood.

Zach pursed his lips, "How long will your treatment take?"

James pulled out the key, pulled the seat belt, and said, "No, off, you, thing!"

"What do you usually talk about?" Zach slowly unbuttoned, flattening every inch of the fabric and buttoning it up. In disheveled figures, or in front of a girlfriend of a deceased ghoul who felt a little guilty about himself. No way.

Repeat the above sentence word by word.

Zach looked at James and shook his head.

Flattening the last inch of the wrinkle, Zach pushed the door open. Looking up, Emilia looked behind a floor-to-ceiling window, stopped paying attention to James, and walked to the side of the road.

Luckily, the platform is right next to it. (To be continued......)