On the comb-shaped map of Becky, Zach drove into the comb's back, tilted his head sideways at the passing crowd and whispered, "First, second, finally, Third Street." ”

Zach slowed down, remembering the address he had seen in the restaurant, squinting, reluctantly searching for the number plate in a row of dazzling signs.

This is a daunting task, and who would have thought that the editorial office of a magazine would be hidden in a 'teahouse'.

Zach frowned, he couldn't understand the meaning of ordinary people being willing to spend money on such activities. Naturally, Zach, who was grateful to his parents for his good skin and red eyes, didn't need to use money in exchange for this service, just ask Louise.

Our vampire walked through the side corridors of the teahouse, past 'wild lilies', 'golden daisies', 'bright roses'...... Hiding his somewhat itchy nose from the sweet aroma of fat powder, Zach stepped up the stairs.

It may be that the pink atmosphere of the teahouse has continued to the top, Zach frowned, looking at a small iron door that was exposed in the pink light that he didn't know if it was an illusion, or if he was infected by the incense in the teahouse. The rusty nameplate next to the door reads 'Urban Legends - Barton Weekly Editorial Department'.

Zach raised his hand to ring the doorbell, but halfway through, Zach stopped, frowning slightly closer to the closed iron door, and tilted his ear. Listen, there's a light 'boom' sob.

"Yes, I'm sorry......" is an apologetic female voice.

"I'm sorry it's useless. "I appreciate the spirit of your magazine's persistence. "But I also despise your magazine's unprofessionalism in its work." ”

Zach raised an eyebrow, the male voice was somewhat familiar. Zach touched his chin and thought, where had he heard it?

"Really, really. I'm sorry......" The aggrieved female voice was sobbing, and there was a special break point in her voice, which made people can't help but sympathize, "I...... I'm sorry for the inconvenience caused......"

"I said it and repeated sorry to me, and it didn't work. The familiar male voice of Zach didn't seem to sympathize with the apologizing woman at all, "and so did my client." He won't be satisfied with what I brought back with only ......" The man seemed to do something (the sobbing woman looked at the name tag on her chest) and waited for a moment before continuing, "There was only a personal apology from the 'editor'. ”

Zach automatically made up for the man's mocking expression, as he immediately said, "'Riley, the editor of a third-rate, no, last-rate magazine, publicly apologize to Liszt,' can you hear me?" It doesn't make any sense. ”

Zach curled the corners of his mouth, and he remembered the man's voice, and he had talked to this person at the [Bobo Bar] party, this was a lawyer. It may be the most typical representative of the gray professional circle, a little white, a little black, a gray person who shuttles freely at the border of the two worlds. Don't be unintelligible, everyone look at Grande, No. Even the 'generals' are not all informants at the Patton Police Department. Isn't it white, and as for black, it's not explained.

Zach was a little interested, and stood slightly sideways outside them, sounding as if the magazine had offended Liszt. How can you not be interested, just like a beggar offending a well-dressed rich man on the street. Everyone loves to watch such dramas.

"Yes, yes......"

"Alright. The male lawyer seemed a little impatient, "You only seem to be able to say these few words, I don't have time to spend here with you." He pulled out something, and Zach heard the sound of paper flipping. "My client's request is very simple, your magazine needs to compensate all the losses of the "Liszt\Weekly Shopping Guide" magazine under the Liszt Group, and publicly apologize to all sponsors of "Weekly Shopping Guide". ”

Zach raised an eyebrow, our vampire didn't know that Liszt actually made a magazine, a 'shopping guide for a week'?

But Zach was more curious about how magazines like "Urban Legends" offended Liszt, so let Zach continue to listen curiously.

"This, this can't be!" the sobbing female voice known as the editor Riley cried out in surprise, she didn't seem to have a problem with the apology, she should be very good at it, but, "Why, how can it be so much! We can't afford these compensations!"

Zach tugged at the corners of his mouth, he really wanted to know the specific number of so-called compensation. The psychology of watching the show, our vampires are no different from us.

"Whether you can afford it or not is your business, and it has nothing to do with me and my customers. The lawyer replied coldly, "This is just a condition that I am proposing now on behalf of my client, if you don't accept it, we can meet in court, believe me, these numbers will be doubled by then." ”

"No, it can't be ......" Riley was still in an incredulous tone, her sobbing voice was cut off, and she was a little incoherent, "I, we're just asking the printing house to wait, wait, wait for half an hour......"

Zach didn't quite understand, so let him continue to listen and ponder by the door, and the unilateral crushing conversation inside continued.

As if in sympathy of pity, the lawyer snorted, "You're just out of luck, Liszt just and 'Kozil' (the clothing brand, James wears. Originally, Zach decided to save the dying James because of the outfit James was wearing, Volume 1. Cooperation, advertising in "Shopping Guide of the Week", the time you delay is actually not beneficial to the benefit, it only hurts Liszt's ......" The lawyer snorted, "image. ”

Zach rubbed his chin and pouted. Because Zach thought of something that he was not very happy about, and that offended Liszt, our vampires did another, and don't forget Herman's luncheon.

After making such a fuss at the luncheon, Zach was now forbidden to enter all of Liszt's properties. Then, according to what Smith told Zack, they followed Zack's reminder when he left, sealed off the Liszt Building, and finally found no one who tried to hurt Mrs. Quinn, but they did find 'Valmina' on the waiter in the Lister Building, and clearly accused their employees of mixing in people who should not have appeared!

When it comes to hurting the 'image,' although Zach still doesn't quite understand what they mean by 'delaying for half an hour' now, Zach is self-conscious, and he has hurt Liszt not lightly! Why hasn't Zach received a claim for compensation for defamation?

Zach shook his head, brushing aside the idea of a sudden interruption and continued listening.

But. The atmosphere seems to have changed.

As if just after hearing the lawyer's explanation, the self-aware hopeless wail, the light humming sound began to infiltrate the space like soft water. A little, slightly, shimmer of the female voice of the name Riley, fainted from the door on Zach's side, with a pink halo.

Zach frowned again. Because he heard echoes that shouldn't have been here, cascading and haunting. The pink streamer seeped out strangely, as if overflowing, through the rusty iron door in front of him......

Zach narrowed his eyes, took a step back, and stared at the pink-wrapped iron door, and a red flash flashed in his eyes.

Came across something interesting.

"Please, can you spare ......"

Zach raised his hand and pressed it against the iron door. There is nothing to hesitate about, the lawyer is a person in his gray professional circle, and he is his own person. Our vampires haven't listened to their own people, the atmosphere of being played with by a charmer.

Bang!

The iron door in front of him was pushed open by Zack stiffly, and after the sound of metal breaking (locking), the gray-brown iron door was suddenly opened, as if the halo of pink mist was like a flood, pushing the open door and rushing out.

Zach's forearms cover his nose and mouth. Shouted, "Knock knock." Is anyone there!?"

The pink eyes were extinguished in the sudden startle of the owner's body, and the pink halo and lingering echoes that filled the surrounding space were rapidly dissipating, "Who, who is there......"

"Readers. Zach waved the arm in front of him and looked at the woman with a surprised expression on her face, it should be Riley.

With an inexplicable smile, Zach raised an eyebrow at Riley. Crimson swept through her eyes, which was a self-introduction between different races. Then he turned his gaze away and looked at Mr. Lawyer, who was still in a daze, looking at Riley and unable to take his eyes off it.

"Smack!"

Zach clapped his hands heavily, and a crisp applause rang out in the small editorial office. After seeing the lawyer's body shake as if twitching. Zach smiled and put on an embarrassed expression, "I'm sorry, did I disturb something?"

The lawyer shook his head vigorously, as if he was hungover, raised his hand and pressed his temple, and a deep voice came from his throat, as if **, "Uh...... I, my head ......"

For the sake of his own people in the gray profession to expose the alien race, even if it is just a weak charm, Zach disdains to do such a thing.

Zach took a few steps back, made a gesture of leaving, and raised his voice, "Looks like I did disturb something, sorry again, I think I can come back in a while." ”

The lawyer was reminded by the voice that suddenly intervened in the conversation between the two, looked sideways at the person who spoke, stunned for a moment, "......" He closed his mouth and quickly stood up, regardless of whether his head still had the pain of being interrupted by the charm and bewilderment, "It's okay, I'm about to leave." ”

The lawyer didn't hide the expression on his face too much, looking at Zach nodding and smiling, it was friendly and kind. Then he looked at Riley, whose expression was still in surprise, "I'm done with what I'm going to say, please give me an answer before lunch, otherwise, next time, I won't come in person, there will only be a letter." "Lawyer's letter.

Nodding and smiling at Zach again, the lawyer walked past Zack, and as he went out, he looked at the somewhat dented iron door that had been locked, pouted, and walked away.

Zach waited a moment to make sure the lawyer had left the place completely, and had time to take a good look at the editorial office of the Monday entertainment source.

In the small space, there were five old tables, as old as the broken one that Ryan's mother had tried to replace. There were piles of paper on the table, even scattered randomly on the floor. The almanac on the wall is a bit bleak from the year before last, and the ceiling up, Zach doesn't want to exaggerate, but it's indeed full of penicillium, I really don't know how it grows.

Zach pursed his lips, and suddenly felt like he was being pulled down, think about it, this is where the magazine of the Grande Interracial Scramble on Monday was born.

Look again at where Riley was sitting. She sat on a wooden bench facing a somewhat dented couch covered in stains of unknown color, where the lawyer had just sit. Zach shook his head, he wouldn't sit on that kind of thing.

Zach tugged at the corners of his mouth, and there was blood sympathy here.

He winked at Riley, pulling the locked door to close it, "I'm sorry for your door. Zach pushed a few times, but he couldn't close it anymore, and he shrugged his shoulders lightly, "Since we belong to the same, uh, category, I can tell you that I know that person, so, sorry, I can't let you do whatever you want to him." ”

That's not a sincere explanation. Zach thinks Riley should be grateful for his generosity, Zach is a vampire and doesn't need to explain his actions to a declining alien species.

Remember, Mike used to say something like this, he thought it was a leprechaun singing on the radio or on TV, and Zach was amused by Mike saying something as old as 'goblin'. Now, everyone sees such an ancient noun entity - the enchantress Riley. Oh yes, old things don't mean they are strong, otherwise they wouldn't have fallen, right, like the cherubim.

Giving up closing the door, Zach casually walked to a table, pulled over the chair, sat down in front of Riley, tilted his head to look at the charm, and raised an eyebrow, "Do you know me?"

Riley watched Zach consciously do whatever she wanted in her office, but she couldn't do anything, so she could only close her eyes and take a deep breath, shake her head in abandonment, look at Zack, and speak, "Of course I know you, Zachary Grande." Patton's aliens, do you not know you, the vampire who lives with Alpha?"

Zach raised an eyebrow, he wanted to hear 'Mighty Toredo', but the phrase 'living with Alpha' sounded good, at least much more comfortable than Emilia's 'only bullying weak alien vampires'.

"So you know I'm Grande?" Zach smiled and looked at the bewitch in front of him, she was beautiful, maybe such a statement was not understandable, let's say, she would never need makeup.

You think it's because of the eyeshadow that the corners of the eyes are elongated, you think it's because of the rouge that the cheeks are full, what kind of chemical you think is the illusion, it's all true, she was born like this, she will always be like this.

Zach raised an eyebrow and looked away, inexplicably thinking that Louise still had a few years to keep her current look.

Zach waved his hand, to himself, to put aside some meaningless thoughts, "But, I have a question, why don't I know you?"

Ten years ago, Zach and Benjamin made a deal with all of Barton's native aliens, and Zach doesn't remember meeting another demon. This guy is an alien race. (To be continued......)