"Can you be gentle with my phone?" In the warehouse, the cubicle on the side of the wall is the office of the warehouse, where the list of goods is kept and the reception is placed. A worker-looking man frowned and stood outside the door, watching the young detective hang up the phone almost with a fall, "It's been through a lot of hardships. ”

This young detective is, of course, James. He had just been lectured by Zach again, and then he was hung up. The only way he can vent is to ravage--this call.

James glanced at the blackened, dented, burn-strewn phone. It wasn't James's doing, it was the way it was. James took a deep breath to calm down, "Is this phone a survivor of the fire?" ”

"Yes. The worker nodded, "Not much of the original stuff in this warehouse has been preserved, but it's still usable, it's a 'survivor', so can you treat it better?" ”

James frowned, unable to empathize with the act of anthropomorphizing a telephone, and stepped out of the cramped work cubicle, "Thank you for borrowing the phone, I won't disturb your work, I'll get out right away." ”

So in the previous situation, it was actually Detective James Lance in the Smith warehouse who borrowed someone else's phone to report to Zach on the grounds that he had some personal matters. Well, the news didn't go on very pleasantly.

"Well, Mr. Smith also asked me to inform you that the two Miss Smiths are also here, waiting outside. ”

"Uh...... Leigh, Lydia, and Eve, right. James thought back to the other party's self-introduction in the morning and muttered the other person's name.

"I'd like to advise the detectives to be careful with those two. The worker said this inexplicably.

James glanced back at the other man, uninterested.

"You'd better follow my advice. The workers watched James go farther and farther away. "I'm not quite sure what they are, but they're definitely not human." ”

James's heart skipped a beat, and he turned his head sharply to stare at the worker.

The worker pursed his lips and closed his eyes. Open your eyes, your eyes are black, your eyes are closed, your eyes are open, there is nothing unusual.

James shuddered, "You ......"

The worker made a silent gesture and raised his hand abruptly, and the inky black smoke floated out, skimming over James's stiff body. Wrap up what.

The worker frowned and beckoned, and the fog floated through James's body again, recovering into the worker's hands, and James looked at the black fog with a stiff gaze, and inside was a blood-colored butterfly!

"It looks like I'm exposed too. The worker pouted, crushing the black mist as it drifted back into his hand, along with the butterflies inside, "They realized that I wasn't human anymore." ”

"Oh. Rest assured, detectives. The worker looked back at James, who was still stiff, "I'm an employee of Smith." They're Smith's family, and we're not going to have any conflict in a place like this. ”

James didn't react.

The worker sat back down in his cubicle as if nothing had happened, and moved the desk furnishings that had been messed up by James back into place.

"Detective?" had already flipped through the work papers, and the worker, who did his job as a warehouse worker, found James still standing there staring at him with stiff cheeks, "You, yes." Won't you go out?"

James's mouth opened, "You ......"

The worker pursed the corners of his lips, "It's a demon." I just blinked too fast, didn't you see clearly?"

"No!" James moved, and rushed back to the compartment with a sharp acceleration. Pressing his hands heavily on the desk, leaning forward as if he was looking at him, leaning forward to lean in on the worker who had just admitted his identity, "I ......" James's voice trembled a little, the reason for being too excited, this excitement, negative excitement, "I can see it very clearly!"

The demon worker sat and James stood, and he could only look up, look at James's gaze with a slight repulsion, and raise an eyebrow, "Oh. Are you trying to ask me why I'm a demon?"

James didn't speak, because the other man was right.

The worker looked thoughtful, "Wait a minute, I need to ask for instructions to determine if I can tell you." After saying that, this guy kept looking up at James, and his open eyes were suddenly occupied by inky black, which was still rolling!

James clearly felt his body soften, he repelled the demon, remember, after being forced by Crowley, James was truly PTSD.

James's feeble arm dragged away from the desk supporting his body and pulled over a bunch of chairs, trying not to show any weakness in his sitting. Of course, he also looked away.

"Can tell you. The demon worker spoke, a hint of indifference in his eyes, "The person I asked thought you already knew, that Grande's vampire had told you this. ”

James didn't want to speak, but he couldn't help but understand why there was a demon in the warehouse where Smith had experienced the fire. So James could only sit here with his head bowed, waiting for an explanation.

"But I heard your call. The worker tilted his head, "It was Chapman who told you what was going on here, he was just a human cop and would only know what he needed to know." ”

The corners of James' eyes twitched.

Seeing that James didn't seem to be ready to answer anything, the worker pouted, "Dylan has brought more punishment from the world than it appears. ...... underground," the worker pointed to the ground beneath his feet, regardless of whether James looked at it or not, "and no one survived." These workers above were also affected, not directly by fire, but by the collapsed warehouse. ”

The explanation continues.

"No matter how Dylan decides his position, he's a natural demon, 'our man', whether he wants it or not, we're watching him and helping him. The worker shook his head, "Of course, in order to take care of Grande's vampire feelings, we will only secretly protect Dylan when he comes out." ”

"He came out a little more often during that time, and for the sake of the woman...... "the worker didn't seem to want to say much about that," you should know. Then there was something special that day, they came here, and the woman had received an order from Smith to come to the lab below to study 'Varmina'. ”

"Due to the results of the previous Smith recording incident, out of respect for Grande, we have avoided it for the time being. The worker shook his head. There seemed to be helplessness on his face, "It's just such a temporary avoidance, we don't want anything to happen." ”

James frowned, he wanted to make sure that the demon didn't know what caused Dylan's sudden advancement and was punished by the world. But James really didn't want to speak. Didn't ask.

"When we intervened, it was too late, and perhaps you don't know that the punishment of the laws of the world proceeds very quickly, and accomplishes the purpose for which it appeared - the punished person is completely obliterated, and it will disappear. It's completely different from ordinary fire. ”

James's eyebrows twitched, and he thought of something. Naturally, he wouldn't open his mouth to ask the person in front of him for confirmation.

"Because it happened underground. Maybe some load-bearing structure was burned down, or maybe there was something wrong with the original structure of Smith's warehouse, and the warehouse began to collapse. Then we can roughly guess that even Grande's vampire would not be willing to let this matter of alien origin lead to the revelation of the secrets of the Smith family. We and Grande, everything that was going on around Smith, whatever impact it had on Barton. It's going to be meaningless. ”

This explanation is coming to an end.

"So we acted, and we took possession of these containers that belonged to the warehouse workers above who were dead or dying. Then the warehouse was kept as intact as possible. Rescue and restore everything that can be restored. The worker tilted his head and touched the phone, and the survivor ...... He sighed, "Honestly, it's not easy to ......"

He noticed that the corners of James's forehead were bruised, and he didn't say anything, "At least on the surface." Keep this place under the control of the Smith family. ”

If there is a fire, only Smith's secrets are lost underground, and the workers on the surface and the building are preserved without the need for police. There is no need for any other agency that might discover Smith's secret industry to intervene in this fire!

"Alright, I'm done. Detective, are you anything else?" asked in a sincere, sounding voice.

James still didn't respond.

The worker pursed his lips, thought for a moment, looked at James, seemed to be guessing the detective's psychology, and tentatively spoke again, "If you want to know what those two Miss Smith are? ”

James's cheeks twitched again, maybe the other party mentioned the 'trivial matter' that Lydia and Eve are not humans, and it was confirmed in the morning that they were two people who were not human with Lola, or it could be that James himself passively knew the rank of the demon opposite, seriously, James definitely didn't want to know about this demon; maybe, it's just that this is indeed the reason why James is still sitting here, heh, this demon who occupies the worker's body is right!

"But the detective can rest assured, I have relayed what I felt and saw, including the butterfly just now, to the higher ranks in the Mary's Chapel, and they will figure it out. "The worker seems to be comforting James?" "Well, if there's nothing else to do, you can really get out." Now that my identity has been noticed by the two of them, detective, you don't want them to be suspicious of you and stay here too long. ”

James stood up with his arms on the armrests of his chair, turned and walked out of the cubicle with a quick but unsteady step.

As James walked somewhat slowly out of the warehouse, we could take a look outside.

The Smith warehouse is similar to when Zack came to see it, except that it is daytime, and it doesn't feel as quiet as Zack and Benjamin used to be when they came at night.

Outside James's warehouse, next to the driveway used to transfer goods for the trucks, a black limousine door was pushed open, and Lydia stepped out with one foot to get out of the car, while tilting her head sideways to Detective Cousson and Smith inside, "Let's talk, I'll show Eve around." ”

"Lydia!" Smith, who was in the car looking through the documents Corson had given him, had no time to stop Lydia from stepping out of the car.

Helping Eve out, Lydia put her hand on the car door, smiled and bent down to look at her brother, "What can we do here?" Eve's painting in the morning was completely coincidental, and we are honored to be able to help Mr. Detective, but what you are saying now, hehe, the two of us don't understand it at all, so I won't bother you." "Close the door.

She hadn't taken a few steps out of the car, "What are you going to do, Eve!" Lydia complained, if it weren't for Eve's constant signals, Lydia would never have wanted to come out and walk in the sun!

"Lydia. Eve pursed the corners of her mouth, helplessness in her tone, "You're really, really, too weak, can't you feel it?" Eve raised her hand, her small, polished arm pointing to a warehouse in front of her, "It's already in pieces, and it's all been pieced together by other forces." Moreover, it is full of demons. ”

"Uh......" Lydia pressed Eve's raised arm directly, because Detective Lance, whom she had only seen in the morning, happened to be in charge of the wall and walked out. Lydia whispered, "He? Detective Lance is a demon? I don't feel anything." ”

"No, he's not. Eve also replied in a low voice, her tone a little helpless, "I'm talking about the workers." ”

"Oh. Lydia answered softly, and then a smile appeared on her face, looking a little weird, but it was indeed James who was walking this way, "Detective Lance, your partner is talking to my brother in the car, and I'm wondering where you've been." ”

James tugged at the corners of his mouth, and an ordinary greeting smile failed to pull it out, "Phone." James put his hand to his ear and gestured to a phone, "Borrowed a phone." "He's hiding his weirdness with his movements.

"Oh. Lydia nodded, ignored it, and continued to walk towards the warehouse under Eve's guidance.

"You, where are you going?" Turning around, James turned around deliberately, looking as if he was constipated.

"Just take a look. Lydia pulled Eve as if to explain casually, "Detective Cousson was talking to his brother about the terrorist attack. Lydia smiled and looked at Eve, "I don't want Eve to listen to these things, she's still a child." Clearly, Lydia's smile widened as she said this.

Well, isn't that what Corson decided that these weird and ridiculous fires were the remnants of the Fight Club who had come to get revenge on Patton. So the documents he was showing Smith now were some of the information about the Newton attacks, and Corson was trying to get Smith's attention. In the end, of course, Smith's cooperation with the investigation was achieved.

Thanks to Lydia and Eve for their help, this far-fetched reason cannot be used a few times.

It's just that James knew that Curson's thinking was ridiculously crooked.

Oh yes, it's not just James, it's these two who know it's ridiculous, "So, let's go out for a walk." Lydia finished with a smile, no longer bothered by James, and led Eve forward, "Do you want to see this warehouse?" Lydia asked loudly, just like a helpless mother who was 'controlled' by her child, "Okay, okay, but be good, don't run around~" (To be continued......)