The Knoll district is not a sea view house with a private beach, but an ordinary single-family house to the west. The curtain behind the window on the second floor was opened, and Mr. Pixar showed his face behind the window.

"The snow stopped. Mr. Pixar turned back and shouted into the room, then shook his head for a moment. When he first got up, he forgot that his son had hung up.

But apart from the amnesia at this moment, Mr. Pixar's handling of his son's loss was quite calm. There was no superfluous emotion, and it had disappeared from the window and entered the bathroom.

It is normal to wash. I don't know how long it will take, but look at Mr. Pixar's bedroom.

In addition to the cross hanging on the wall, the image of the Holy Lord...... In addition to this kind of faith-related things, it is worth paying attention to those everyday furniture. A gauzy cloth covered most of the utensils, and it looked like the entire bedroom, with only the bed and wardrobe to be used for sleeping, everything else was covered, and at the foot of the bed was a half-organized suitcase. It's like leaving home.

Pixar came out and tidied up his appearance in front of the closet, and was going out in clothes.

Leaving the bedroom, I turned a corner in the hallway and entered what appeared to be a study. The same gauze obscured most of the utensils, leaving a desk with letterhead on top.

Pixar picked up the letter at his desk that should have been written last night. It starts with - Herman, with a colon.

Before he could see more, Pixar had folded the letter, put it in the envelope that was prepared for the side, sealed it, and stuffed it into his pocket. I guess I want to send a letter when I go out.

Downstairs.

It is estimated that Pixar is really leaving this home, if you say that the room on the second floor, because it will be used, and retain some functional furniture. The first floor is almost completely covered with gauze. It's a match for the snow-covered world outside, white.

The phone rang.

Pixar hesitated, probably too lazy to go upstairs, and walked directly to the living room to answer the phone.

Belch......

Pixar's footsteps were still walking towards the phone, but his gaze was uncontrollably fixed on the strange man sitting on the sofa covered with gauze. What a chubby man......

Trespassing?

It doesn't look like it's. The man flipped through the newspaper he had read, glanced at Pixar, raised his finger slightly, and pointed to the phone that was flashing and ringing under the gauze, "You first." ”

Pixar blinked, shook his head blankly, and chose the latter illogically between the invasion of his home by strangers and the increasingly harsh ringing bells that were already ringing in the quiet environment. Lift the gauze and pick up the microphone, "Pixar." His gaze remained uncontrollable at the man sitting in his living room.

"It's me, Blake. The receiver spoke, "I'm on vacation, and I probably won't be able to accompany you today." Blake's voice was a little impatient, "But I should have some time at noon, let's have a meal somewhere in Betsy, I want to ...... before I go"

Pixar's gaze retracted, frowning, and there was irritation on his face, "How many times have I said that I don't need you to accompany or send it." Work hard when the vacation is over, you work on behalf of the mayor, concentrate! I don't need you to ......" seems to be the normal feeling of the elders educating the younger ones.

It's the sound of a strange fat man flipping through a newspaper. And then there was no warning," Blake said, PR for the mayor's office. ......"He seemed to be reasoning in conjunction with the news in the newspaper," "was Mayor Barton experienced yesterday at Mary's Chapel, tsk, the attack." ”

Pixar stared at the strange fat man......

Again, the Barton-Newton city relationship that the two mayoral candidates shared together. ”

"Mr. Pixar?Mr. Pixar?are you still over there?" Blake in the receiver asked.

"I, I'm still here. It took a lot of effort for Pixar to pull his gaze back at the strange fat man and stare at the phone, "I have something to do." Hung up. "Really hung up.

Take a deep breath to adjust your mood, and turn your hand to the strange fat man without leaving the microphone. Confused or something, I have lost it, solemnly, "Who are you, why are you in my house! Answer me, or I will call the police!"

That's logical. But it seems, it's useless—

"Call the police, it's better for you to hurry up and run out than to call the police. The strange fat man closed the newspaper, his thick fingers pinched the newspaper and folded it in half, and his fat body moved on the gauze-covered sofa, "I found this in your mailbox when I picked up your newspaper." ”

It's incredible, and I don't know how a shoebox-sized package was blocked behind this guy's body just now. Thrown to Pixar in front of the phone.

Bang!

The package falls to the ground, and the weighty sound touches the ground.

Pixar didn't pick it up, and normal people wouldn't pick it up. However, the rhythm of Pixar's questioning seemed to be interrupted by this inexplicable action - judging by the clues obtained now, can anyone be sure whether this strange fat man is good or evil?

Pixar glanced at the package at his feet, which had been opened. The postal seal, which has been smoothly cut, is obscured by the opened package and is not visible.

However, inside the open box, you can clearly see that it is a manuscript that has been opened.

"A letter was attached. The strange fat man was playing with his fat fingers, without a tone, "It's a woman named West, and she seems sorry for not making an appointment for your meeting at the Church of the Holy Child on Saturday, which is an apology and compensation." ”

Pixar was stunned again. Human beings, sometimes it is really indescribable, always so inexplicably out of the window at critical moments, "What is this?"

The letter said it was from her friend. Featuring a man named Zachary Grande. The strange fat man shrugged, if the edge of his huge body could be considered a shoulder, "I flipped it a little, it was too long to look at." ”

"Zack, Zach?!"

The strange fat man raised an eyebrow. Ditto, if one of his hairs squeezed into the flesh that I don't know how to describe is an eyebrow. "Oh~ do you know?"

Of course I know. Who doesn't know Zach. But now is not the time to complain, it's time to follow Pixar's thinking.

The protagonist written by Ms. West's friend.

About Ms. West's friend, about the protagonist of this friend's writing. With these two points as a starting point, Pixar knows something.

So, all the real-life aside, all the newspaper analyses of Patton's funeral business, the funeral owner who was accidentally called Blake a friend, the man who forcibly held his son's funeral, and the man who was persuaded to take care of the person in the middle of the night...... What Pixar knows, about Zachary Grande.

What did Ms. West, wearing a cat mask, say at the rally where she blew herself up?

Maybe it's a little ridiculous. Pixar's whole body began to tremble, and he remembered the question he had asked Zach before he fell asleep after Grande had taken the pills—

"Do you know about vampires?"

This should have been a time-killing conversation that avoided the topic of Zack's role-playing......

"Your heartbeat changes a little impermanently. The strange fat man spoke again, "What do you think?"

The most pressing logic finally returned: "I don't know you! Get out! I'm calling the police!" Pixar actually picked up the microphone and started dialing with his other hand.

The phone, gone.

Pixar held the microphone in one hand and dialed in the other, but what the end of his fingers touched was not a dial pad, but a huge, fat, wriggling hand that had taken the place of the phone.

The weirdest thing is the cable that connects the microphone to the phone, yes, the kind of wire that is twisted and wound to meet the needs of stretching. At one end, at the end of the microphone at Pixar lying on the side of the face. At the other end, on the back of that fat hand.

Like any man's brain that goes blank, Pixar's gaze follows the dangling telephone line, along the thick, bloated arm like a leg, along the broad contour line that almost obscured his entire vision......

This stranger was so large that it didn't look like a human being, with red eyes. The red color of everything in the eroded Pixar field of vision.

"You haven't answered my question yet, human. ”

What the problem?!

"Do you know this Zachary Grande?"

"I ......" I didn't say the word "I know" - my home is white! white to match the outside world!

Pixar turned around and ran when the red color instantly disillusioned in his field of vision.

"Tsk. The strange fat giant raised his hand.

Although, as always, this will be marked with Roman numerals to mark the beginning of the timeline, which is Mr. Pixar's point of view. But I hope that we, who have God's perspective, have already guessed what this fat stranger is.

With the sound of bones shattering, Pixar's body, which had probably only taken one step, was flipped over like a tattered cloth bag, refacing the massive 'giant'.

The red eyes were closed, and the fat piled up on his forehead cracked open as he squirmed.

The slit opened, the red one, the third eye.

"Answer me, do you know Zachary Torredo? ”

The world, already obscured by red. It is impossible for Pixar to regain consciousness under this eye.

But. Something went wrong, and Pixar didn't know the answer to the question — Zachary Torredo?

The huge body is dissolving.

The wriggling pieces of flesh were twitching, reddening, and eerily revealing bursting veins. It was as if I could hear the rattling of blood rushing through the wriggling mass of flesh! the massive outline shrank in the myriad of interlaced blood rushing to the third eye on the forehead.

"Tsk!" the questioner, whose body was dissolving, seemed to be losing patience, "Zachary Torrey......*!

"Recognize!" without a hint of resistance.

"Where is he?!Is it the ...... in this manuscript" The manuscript wrapped quietly on the ground, "The place called the Grande Funeral Home?!*!*!!!" The tone particle behind it has nothing to do with Pixar, it is pure emotional venting-

The third eye, closed, closed after consuming nearly half of the volume of this massive body.

The world is back to white.

Pixar's eyes returned to their proper look. When the strange fat man left his body with his shrunken but still thick arms and pressed them to his forehead, Pixar turned around again and ran.

Only this time, I'm afraid I didn't take half a step.

The sound of bones shattering just now didn't exist? Pixar collapsed to the ground like a monkey with its bones removed.

Bang dang.

The phone, which had disappeared for a while, fell in front of Pixar's eyes. The weighty foot stepped into Pixar's sight.

As if exclaiming, "It's useless." Tsk, it doesn't matter. Is the Grand Funeral Home...... No. "The box containing the manuscript was dragged to the border of Pixar's field of vision, picked up, and disappeared from view," West and her friend. "Footsteps out of Pixar's vision.

The world has quieted down.

There was a little movement. It's a breath, a little long, like the last time in life.

Pixar looked at Pixar, who was lying on the floor with him, and unexpectedly smiled at the corner of his mouth, "Hallucination, hehe, I looked at myself." ”

"Not an illusion. Another Pixar spoke, "It's me, Toby." ”

Consciousness, probably really falling apart, don't try to find logic in the conversation that is happening at this time.

"yes, Toby. I've always thought you've inherited my nose, but I think your mother's nose is a little better, and you should just follow her, don't look exactly like me. ”

The other Pixar, rolled his eyes, "No, father, you're going to die, and what you see is yourself." ”

"yes. Is it really an illusion, hehehe......"

"Why are you talking nonsense with him, ask him!" First, the third Pixar appeared, also lying on the floor, his head against the first two Pixars, with an impatient face, "Ask him to have a body! If you don't want him now, he will really die right now!"

The second Pixar, yes, the one who rolled his eyes, "But he's my father, and it feels a little weird for me to possess him." It's better to let him die, become a groundbinder, and see me for what I really am. ”

The third Pixar spoke, "Are you stupid! What about becoming a groundbinder? You let your father look at you, tsk, he probably won't be able to see it, and he will just start dying and reappearing, and then go to heaven by the judgment of faith! Do you think this is still the same as you, there is that stupid guy Jackson who deliberately makes a small move to delay you from being judged! Don't do this kind of expectation, no one knows when the judgment of faith will appear! This is your only chance to save your father's life!"

"Oh. The second Pixar looked back at the first Pixar and blinked, "But it's still weird, it's my father's body......"

The first Pixar began to close his eyes with a smile on his face. Who would have thought that the hallucinations before death would be so ......

"Uh, hell, get out of the way, I'm here if you don't come!" the third Pixar moved.

The Pixars are gone. Standing up was the only Pixar, twisted to correct misalignment, broken bones.

A black shadow poked a tentacle out of the gauze surface, "Vandall, is that you?"

"Or else!" Mr. Pixar twisted, "two days at most, tsk, that Tsmich is too heavy!"

"Where's my father?"

"Here it is. Twisting his body and patting his head, "Put it in the corner and give him some time to accept it." ”

"So, what do we do now?"

"Save your father! vampire blood!"

"To Grande?"

"Uh......"

"Aren't you going?"

"Don't make a noise, let me think!"

"Oh. ”

This thought took about three minutes of Pixar's finite life.

"I don't want to get involved in Zack's affairs! That Tsmich doesn't look like a mess with him, do you see? The third eye! That's Toledo's seductive pupils! I don't want to explain to Zack what I can't tell me!"

"So what do we do?"

"Sbella, Sbella has vampire blood there! we can 'borrow' a little, she won't find out! And then your father is leaving this dangerous Patton anyway, and we'll take care of the rest of his business and send him out of Patton!"

"Then we'll go to Sibella. The little black tentacles began to move.

"Wait a minute!" Mr. Pixar looked confused, "but we can't fail to remind Zach completely! He's Barton's most important guy right now! Uh, we have to remind him!"

"Oh, so how do we do that?"

"Tsk, Toby, can you be of some use?!"

"I, I'm still learning from you......"

"You're learning to be a filmmaker! not a brain...... Uh, forget it. 'Mr. Pixar' covered his head and began to mutter, "How do I remind Zack, how do I remind Zack, how do I remind ...... There you go!"

'Mr. Pixar' picked up the phone on the floor, and when he dialed, he muttered as if in rehearsal, "I'm going to make Zach realize that Zachary Grande's identity has been equated with a vampire somewhere, I'm going to let Zack know that there's something going on here at Pixar, tsk, damn Madison, sending out manuscripts everywhere!......And that West "Don't complain, dial, super slow," I, I'm going to get rid of the traces of my involvement, and settle all of Pixar's personal affairs while Zack shows up and send him out of Patton! Disappear! ”

The phone went through, and Zach answered the phone surprisingly quickly.

'Mr. Pixar' didn't need to perform, the tension in that moment was real enough, "Yes, is it Zachary, Zachary Grande?"

Zach on the other side of the earpiece.

"Mr. Pixar?"8)