Probably hit something by the chaos just now, Walter bent over and pressed his knees, "The rest is not my business!

After saying that, this guy who had just escaped from hell and had a soul out of prison glanced at the ceiling wallpaper that had been pulled out of a hole because of the surging flames with a disgusted face, and the leaky mouth that was missing half of his front teeth snorted, and limped to his bedroom. ｜.[2][3][w][x]}.

Opening and closing the door, Walter thoughtfully left the vampire, werewolf, and soul alone in the restaurant.

The cyan light and shadow that were very evident in the darkness slowly condensed, gradually forming a complete human form, and he recovered from the initial surprise of being deceived, and looked around in confusion. Then he did the first thing any soul would do when they returned to a familiar world - rush to freedom!

Zach and Benjamin sat back down at the table and watched as the poor guy rushed in the direction of the dark door. His translucent body was still far from the door before it was shattered by the invisible border. The scattered cyan light and shadow regathered on top of the extinguished candle, and he tried again, still collapsing and gathering.

He reversed course, realizing that he was no longer human, and rushed to the curtain behind the restaurant, the cyan afterimage passing through the vampires and Alpha's eyes, but neither of them paid much attention to the outcome.

This time, the soul touched the curtain, but the process was the same, his body spreading out on the curtain, and the cyan light and shadow spread out like mist, but it didn't let the curtain move a bit. An invisible force pulls at the scattered cyan retraction and gathers on top of the crooked candle center that is weighed down by the beer can.

The space illuminated by the candlelight before was his range of activities.

In a sense, he's still a groundbinder.

Zach and Benjamin had given him plenty of time to discover this, and the poor fellow, who had died an abnormal death, had been abnormally dragged to hell, and was destined to be sent back again, deserved a chance to let go of the wind.

Attempts to escape were finally abandoned after repeated failed attempts. The cyan transparent figure curled up on the table, staring at the warm candle core, and spoke, "I know you, Benjamin Grande, you can see me, right?" ”

Benjamin adjusted his body. Looking at the janitor who had taken him around the warehouse last night, "Dylan, meet again." ”

"You know my name, I guess Mr. Smith gave it to you, right? "This guy's mind is unusually clear, and it's rare to think about how he went from life to death, from this world to hell and back again this night.

Zach raised an eyebrow, "You're smart. Can you guess why we're here?"

"Smith wants some names, right?" 'sir' was removed, and after calming down, the guy's anger began to sprout. The frowning brow was still recognizable on Dylan's transparent face, "Are you Zachary Grande?" ”

Zach nodded.

"What the hell are you two doing!" Dylan's head glared back and forth at the two of them.

"You can be seen ......" Zach didn't mind objectifying himself, waving his hand, "and the person who pulled you out of hell, you just need to know." ”

As if he had been told something, the expression on Dylan's face began to become complicated. The head that looked left and right slowly stopped in the middle, muttering as if talking to himself. "So that's hell...... I, I, went to hell ......"

It's as if reality has just hit this guy now, and this has nothing to do with the slow reflex arc, it's just an epiphany after the rationality has passed, and the sensibility has finally caught up with the progress.

Cyan light and shadow danced on the table. Faces and forms began to blur, staccato roars peeking through the chaos of light and shadow, and bits of red flashed in the darker and darker cyan.

The chaotic fragments of light and shadow pulsed more and more violently on the round table, and the original cyan halo seemed to be sucked and swallowed by itself, and the bright red light spots and dull inky cyan gradually replaced the original light and shadow fragments. It's as if the atomized smoke has replaced the chaotic beating and rolls up!

Zach raised an eyebrow, this guy is actually a natural ...... Let's put it this way, those Cerberus will soon regret that they have eaten Dylan.

The vampire's fingertips pierced the skin of his fingers, and a drop of bright red fell low on the table.

The ongoing transformation on the round table was abruptly interrupted! The inky cyan mist and bright red points of light shrank sharply, burying themselves in the cyan transparent body! And the transparent cyan body had already reached the ceiling in horror!

"What's that!" Dylan exclaimed, staring at the sleek red drop on the table, he could feel that it was a black hole, and if he touched it, he would be swallowed up by nothing!

"That's right. Zach smiled and touched the pricked finger, the wound was gone, "You should be afraid." You can use this as a basis for our conversation. Zach smiled at Dylan on the ceiling, "As long as you cooperate, we won't hurt you." ”

"Hurt me?" Zach hit the fuse, "What can you do to me?!I'm dead!" Dylan leaned his back against the ceiling and glared at Benjamin yelling, "After I showed him around the warehouse!

Benjamin would never explain that such work was for Zach.

Zach shook his head, "Come down." The sleeve rubbed over the blood beads on the table, "You are wrong, we are as surprised as you are at your death." ”

The cyan slowly fell, suspended above the center of the candle, and the translucent face began to have a thoughtful expression, but he still glared at Benjamin, "You have seen it at last! But you didn't do anything!"

Isn't it strange that Benjamin's last words to Dylan were, 'You can rest assured.'"

Zach waved his hand impatiently, "There's no need to accuse anyone now, we've all been calculated by Smith." The corners of the vampire's mouth suddenly curved, "And you seem to have forgotten that we were commissioned by Smith, so strictly speaking, we are still on your opposite." ”

Zach didn't wait for what the other party was saying, and spread his hands to Dylan in the air, "You're dead, are these still that important? Zach blinked, "Maybe, maybe." We can also give you freedom. ”

Dylan frowned, this reality made him unable not to accept, this temptation was also something he could not refuse after a short time in hell. He glanced at Zack, and it was not difficult to see that the person of the conversation was not Benjamin, and he turned around. "You want a name? I don't, all communication is through phone calls and packages. ”

Knowing that it wouldn't be so easy, Zach looked at Benjamin who shook his head helplessly, "Be specific, start from the beginning." ”

Dylan began to narrate.

About two weeks ago, Dylan began to receive strange phone calls, usually brief, with unfamiliar voices saying the time, place, and instructions. Dylan dismissed it as a prank and ignored it. Then he began to receive packages, usually with photos, where he ate, slept, worked, ......

So when Dylan held a picture of him sleeping from above his bed, he complied with the phone's instructions and began recording his real work conversation, which took place under the Smith warehouse.

Then the contents of the package were enriched, and in addition to the customary, extremely ** photos, there was more cash. It seems to mean both threat and reward. But the instructions on the phone have not changed, and it is still similar to forensics. Didn't ask Dylan to hand over these things that could ruin the Smith family.

So Dylan also half-resisted, half-obediently continued to follow the requirements of the phone and secretly carry out this strange task.

"I'm not stupid enough to think that those people didn't take what I recorded. Dylan's face was cloudy, and the translucent edges seemed to be covered with a veil, "They could enter my bedroom and take pictures of me without me knowing." I don't think they have the ability to take away or copy the recordings. ”

"And did you notice that your tapes were gone, or were you passive?" Zach asked.

"Nope. The veil on Dylan's face was heavier, "until my house was burglarized and all the tapes hidden under my bed were gone." ”

Zach raised an eyebrow and thought for a moment. "And then you guessed it, it was Smith who found out, the theft was Smith's action, and the tapes were taken by Smith." ”

Dylan gave the vampire a gloomy look and continued the narrative.

The theft happened three days ago, and as is customary, Dylan would go home and keep the day's recordings under his bed. But that day, Dylan stood in front of his house and knew that something bad had happened. Because his door has been pried open, everything in the room has been turned around like bandits, and all the cash and valuables have disappeared.

Dylan didn't naively think it was a real burglary, so he immediately went to see the tapes under the bed, and sure enough, they were all gone.

No robber would steal a location and no valuable tape, so Dylan realizes that his little move has been discovered by his boss, Smith.

This is a man who is more rational than emotional, so Dylan is not stupid enough to run away and quickly confess to his boss, he clutches the last tape in his hand as a bargaining weight for himself.

Zach and Benjamin exchanged glances with each other, and they had to admire Dylan's eyes.

"But the negotiation you were waiting for didn't happen, did it?" Zach smiled helplessly.

"Nope. The gloom on Dylan's face disappeared, and looking back on the incident now, it seemed that he really saw it, "In fact, when I went back to the warehouse again, I found that there were people who thought the same way as me. ”

Of course, two people died in the accident, and Smith also admitted that he could not rule out the possibility of a third person.

Zach sighed, "When Benjamin went to investigate, you had a glimmer of hope. ”

"Yes. Dylan replied dryly, "But when I found out that you ......," looked at Benjamin, "and had no idea of the underground, I threw that hope aside." ”

Such abandonment occurred when Benjamin was outside the warehouse asking where they were going. Benjamin remembered this scene, and Dylan, in order to hide his feelings, also said hello to the police guarding the cordon. It's no wonder that Dylan was so rigid when he introduced the compartment later.

"But there's a glimmer of hope for you. Zach shook his head helplessly, if it weren't for the fact that there was surveillance on prevention, only Benjamin went, with the vampire's ability to observe people carefully, he might have been able to detect the change in Dylan's mood at that time. Zach continued, "When Benjamin checks in, you start to hope that it was really just a pure accident. ”

"Does it matter?" Dylan shook his head, indeed, after entering the warehouse, he expressed his eagerness for the results of the investigation more than once, and finally gave Benjamin a clue to reconstruct Smith's intentions. But for Dylan, it was a delusion that he knew was impossible, but he could only hope that his boss would not be so resolute.

Dylan glanced at Benjamin, and he could already understand that Benjamin would never have expected himself to die at that time. Otherwise, this stout fellow wouldn't have said anything to reassure him.

But these things don't matter anymore, one side is the dead pseudo-bound spirit, and the other is Grande, who is entrusted by the murderer, they are all controlled by Smith, but they are still serving Smith. (To be continued......)