James didn't ask for time, because he knew the effect of noon on vampires, and he was considerate. But Zach also failed to call Benjamin, who apparently preferred to spend more time with Matthew this afternoon for the final preparations before the full moon cycle.

So at the moment when he avoided the fiercest sun, Zach drove Benjamin's truck to the North End. But Zach wasn't alone, he brought with him a guy Grande, a non-engaged phantom Daniel who floated around while they were chatting in the warehouse.

"We should find you an identity. Zach smiled and said to Daniel in the passenger seat, "You're a phantom, but you're wandering like a geist, and your racial pride is too weak." ”

Daniel smiled helplessly, if he had a phantom self-esteem, he wouldn't be so miserable. The Phantom Man is an alien race that integrates thousands of people's hearts*, and like Daniel, he may really be the only one. The House of Grande has a bunch of strange ideas, and hope has been deeply rooted in everyone's hearts.

Seeing that Daniel is considered a tacit acquiescence, Zach smiled and had a plan, he was not prepared to seriously trouble Anthony, that was a trump card, it was not appropriate to use it casually. In the gray professional circle he joined, aren't there guys who buy and sell identities? Perhaps this is an opportunity to increase the sense of integration.

The truck swerved as Route 27 entered the North End, bypassing Herman's factory and heading for Paising. Of course, his purpose was not to Paising, but to Ogier Street, east of Paising, where James spoke of the scene of the crime.

This is very close to where Daniel once lived, so Zach took him with him, and when he was done with James, he could go back to Daniel's apartment and visit the boy in a wheelchair.

The truck was parked on the corner, and Zach had seen a yellow cordon on the perimeter of the building. Several men dressed in the clergy's garbs stood outside the cordon and prayed, a sincere prayer, wishing their fellow human beings to recover quickly in hell so that they could climb out of hell and return to them.

Zach walked to the cordon, looked around, and saw no Crawley.

James and Cousson were together, and the two walked out of a building with a frown. Curson was very old-fashioned, he didn't know what he was talking about, looking at James's gloomy face, it was obvious that the two detectives had not received any useful information from their visits to the surrounding area.

The buildings on Ogier Street are mostly six- or seven-storey buildings, which are divided into many apartments, just like Daniel's house. Far from the centre of the North End and close to the factories, rents here are much cheaper than those of Wells, a former civil servant.

The dark brown walls of the building are not painted on the outside, and the exposed bricks are pitted with the wear and tear of time. But there is no shortage of decoration on these walls, and a large number of brightly colored graffiti are painted on the walls. According to the city government's city appearance management, these must be cleaned up.

But forget it, it's close to the Paisian district, which is known as the 'Passerby'. The people who live here, to put it mildly, can't afford to pay taxes that sustain such a large amount of cleaning, so the 'decorations' are naturally preserved, and they will be automatically renovated in a few days.

Now that James and Coulson were walking against the backdrop of a large graffiti that they didn't know what they were trying to say, Cousson opened his eyes wide open, and finally found the door hidden under what appeared to be an image of his eyes, pushed it open, and continued his investigation.

James glanced at Zack before entering the open 'eye', nodded briefly, and followed Curson in.

Zach smiled and nodded, and walked towards the cordon.

Zach is no stranger to Ogier Street. When they first arrived in Barton, he and Benjamin would curiously follow Sbella down the street until they met Alice.

There was only one hapless officer in a police uniform guarding the scene in front of the cordon, and it was clear that when James called, the investigation of the scene had been completed and the evidence collection had been completed. In the next three or four days, if the scene doesn't contribute any clues, the blockade here will be lifted.

Looking at the surrounding situation, the pedestrian has passed the initial curiosity and walks by in ignorance.

The praying clergy gestured to Zack imperceptibly.

"You look hot, officer. Zach smiled and waved to the policeman who was guarding the scene.

The officer seemed to be reminded and didn't talk to Zack, but he lifted his hat with one hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Zack's eyes were red, "There's a cold drink shop around the corner, so it shouldn't be a problem to go and sit down." ”

After a brief moment of confusion, the officer looked at the clergy who were surrounding and refused to leave, as if to say to himself, "There should be no problem, these people are watching here." ”

After the officers left and enjoyed a cold drink, Zach nodded to the clergy, pulled the cordon, and walked inside.

It's a narrow alley, and as soon as you enter, you can see a simple shelter from the wind and rain surrounded by homeless people with cardboard and garbage bins under fire escapes. Of course, there was no one in there now, and Zach continued to walk inside.

The smell here is not good, in addition to the sour smell, there is also a burnt smell.

Ogier Street is densely populated with buildings, so it's not very bright, and the whole alleyway gets crowded when Zack enters. As he passed the fire escape, Zach's back was almost pressed against the wall. The light was also affected by the crowding, and it was unusually dark in the afternoon, when it was bright.

Of course, the vampire was not affected by the light, so he could see the traces of the flames in the deepest places.

The corpse had long been sent away, and Zach had gone to the deepest part. The graffiti had long been destroyed beyond recognition by burning, and the black marks spread out on the wall, and between the right angles between the wall and the ground, the black burn marks were the richest, like someone had lit a fire in the corner of the wall, and the flames were stirring around, and the traces appeared.

"What do you think?" Crowley's voice suddenly appeared in the small space.

It's not that she wants to look down on Zach, it's that it's too small. She hovered in the air, looking at the vampire below, ignoring the somewhat nervous phantom.

"James didn't tell me that he was still an arsonist. Zach pouted as he looked at what could be described as chaotic traces of flames.

"Because it's not arson. Crowley's blonde hair dangled in the air as it swayed, "You see what he can't see, deceived by your eyes." ”

Zach reluctantly turned around and looked up at Crowley, narrowing his eyes.

Crowley raised an eyebrow, curled the corners of her mouth, and the phantom of her black wings embedded in the buildings on both sides, streaked through.

Inexplicably, in this closed alleyway, there is a wind rushing in, sweeping the air in this alleyway.

However, the scorched black began to peel off from the black, which was covered in black scorched marks, and was blown away by the wind, revealing the intact, brightly colored graffiti inside.

"It's hellfire, Zach. Crowley fell back to the ground and stood in front of Zach, "For torture, not to wear out the flame of the soul-connection imprint." ”

In the holy scriptures, hell is a place where there is a place for atonement, and according to the description, it is filled with fire. Such a flame is not the flame that we are familiar with, which will burn away the soul mark and let the soul dissipate, but the fire of judgment that makes all souls who go to hell suffer from life and death, and enjoy endless torment.

Remember, the flame that wrapped around her when Crowley appeared? yes, it was it, the flame that would forever envelop the body of the fallen angel.