The hum of the engine outside the Grande House came from far and near, and a moment later Old Hank walked into the office with a man.

Hank surprisingly did not scold or humiliate the guests, and after bringing someone in, he silently returned to the exhibition hall and continued to wipe the coffin every day.

The visitors were all black, with only white hems on the cuffs, silver crosses pinned to the collar of their round shirts, and their slightly gray hair combed meticulously. This is a priest, Father Constantine, who is resident in the church northwest of the Grande House cemetery.

Zach stood up, pulled out his seat for the priest, and put away the wine glass on his desk with a slight apology.

Constantine smiled and saluted Grande's master, and sat down, "Monsieur Grande doesn't have to change his habits because of my presence. Just don't be an alcoholic, it's good to have a negative impact on your life. ”

Zack's eyes swept over the silver light on the priest's collar, and he smiled and said, "Again, it's not a good habit. After sitting back at his desk, Zach asked inquiringly, "Is there anything Father Priest doing today?"

Today is Sunday, and most of the people who worship in the southern district are elderly people who don't need to work, and when there is nothing to do, faith becomes the most important part of life. Of course, they do not go to the church next to the cemetery, but to the gospel church where the church is located to the east.

The church in the northwest of the cemetery of Casa Grande was long guarded only by Father Constantine, two priests and a few nuns.

Konstantin had a hint of apology on his face, "I'm afraid the funeral will be postponed this afternoon, and early in the morning, when the nuns were preparing, they found that the altar in front of the altar had cracked and collapsed. We've called the church to get it repaired, but it's a Sunday and they'll only be able to come in the afternoon. ”

Zach was a little surprised. The altar is a stepped wooden cabinet that is placed on either side of the altar with the statue of the Son, and there are usually rows of candles placed on it, "No one is hurt, is there no damage to the statue of the Son?"

Konstantin smiled and nodded, drew a cross on his chest, and thanked Zach for his concern, "No one was hurt, and the statue of the Holy Son was not damaged." It's just that because of the age of Taiwan, it is a little decayed. ”

Zach relaxed a little, opened the drawer, and pulled out a document that had been booked for the funeral this afternoon. Zach didn't offer to help, because all the items in the church were in the hands of the church, and ordinary people could fund it, but they were not eligible for changes, including repairs.

Zach smiled at Konstantin: "I'll explain, I think the other party will understand." ”

Konstantin still had an apologetic look on his face, knowing that what had been done recently was not a real funeral, but a tomb move. Most of the grave movers are transferred directly to the east branch of the Grande House (the Mill) for cremation, and the people who come to the Grande House to request burial are some of the most prominent people.

These days, there is a pseudo-funeral service like this every day, and as the head of the church, Father Konstantin himself knows that the appointment of their church is scheduled for next week. A postponement means that every game will be postponed.

Zach looked at Konstantin's expression and smiled: "Father don't worry, it's not difficult for those in the West End to temporarily set up a new church." ”

Konstantin raised his eyebrows, thought for a moment, and nodded helplessly.

Zach started calling clients, and the process wasn't as easy as Zach said. After all, the funeral was decided at least three days in advance, and the invitations and decorations had been arranged in advance, and the sudden change on the day made this not a pleasant event even more unpleasant.

Father Konstantin didn't embarrass Zach too much and explained it himself. No one would lose their temper with a priest, and the matter was resolved happily.

Although our vampire Zack didn't make a difference because it was a phone call, Father Konstantin thanked him before leaving.

Seeing the priest leave, Zach also breathed a sigh of relief, and the afternoon time was free, although Quest's 'addition' commission had not yet arrived, but the vampire investigated in advance, and it was understandable.

Zach wanted to go out with Benjamin again before noon to investigate the names on the list given by James. However, before Zach could drag the sleep-making werewolf out of bed, the owner of the list arrived.

Benjamin narrowed his hazy eyes, glanced at the gloomy James, and lay back on the bed, "Don't talk here, get out." ”

Zach reluctantly left the warehouse and walked towards the office, "James, as a police detective, you always seem to leave your partner alone and act alone, is that really good?"

James had a Band-Aid on the bridge of his nose ridiculously plastered, and pouted, "It's Sunday, and Cousson went to worship." ”

Zach raised an eyebrow, "Is Cousson a Holy Bishop?"

"It's none of your business. James seemed to be only now realizing that he didn't need to explain his actions to the vampires.

Zach squinted at James and turned around, not entering the Grande House.

"Where are you going?" James was already standing on the back porch of the Grande House when he saw Zach walking straight to his car parked in the backyard.

"Keep up, James. Zach didn't look back and opened the back door, "You drive." ”

James frowned, but he couldn't do anything to the vampire, so he obediently got into the car.

"Where to go. James subconsciously looked at the vampire sitting in the back seat through the rearview mirror, apparently he couldn't see anyone but his own back seat, so he had to pull on his seat belt and turn around.

Zach took out the list and pointed to a random one: "Here." ”

James' brow furrowed, and he started the car and drove away from Grande.

"The disappearance of the Quests is the work of an alien race. James looked at the blank space in the rearview mirror and shook his head, trying to shake the irritability out.

There was no sound behind him, and for a moment, James thought there was no one in the back seat.

"Answer me!" Shaking his head seemed to dispel the irritation, and James's brow furrowed even tighter. His knuckles holding the steering wheel were a little white, the car had already started, he didn't want to turn around and stare at the vampire, he could only stare at the empty rearview mirror, "Can't you just sit in front!"

"Sunshine. Zach said lazily.

James couldn't speak for a moment, and it took a long time before he spoke again, "Mr. and Mrs. Quest......"

"Alright James. Zach's voice came from behind, "I really don't have anything to tell you, because I don't even know about myself, otherwise I wouldn't have relied on your list to try my luck." ”

"But ......"

"I know, I know. Zach didn't seem to have the energy to go around in circles with James, "Are you trying to say that the way they appear is too weird? There aren't many things that can do that, but there are quite a few of them." For example, Papa's midnight witchcraft, even Sibella can do it. So James, don't ask me, you can leave your energy to the guys we'll meet next. ”

James took a few deep breaths and stopped asking questions, not because he listened to vampires, but because he had heard swallowing behind him. Vampires replenish food in order to dispel drowsiness. And James knew that the best food for vampires was humans.