Night, in a dark room.

"You're worried about James?" Zach leaned on his top bunk, leaning on the edge of the bed to look at Dale in the bottom bunk.

Dale glanced up, put the small fluorescent flashlight in his mouth back to his pillow, closed his diary, and weakly "Can you see what I wrote?"

"Vampires have lived in the dark for a long, long time...... "Not enough, Zach made up another one," for a long time. ”

Dale sighed, fumbled around the wall, and turned on the light.

Zach changed positions and lay on the bed, his head leaking outside, "When Benjamin told me that you had a habit of keeping a diary, I didn't believe it yet. ”

"What? your werewolf brother knows that I keep a diary??" Dale's face was still sickly pale, "No, we've only met once." ”

"Oh. Zach gave Dale a 'magical, that's it's magical' look, "He knew anyway, and he told me." ”

Dale stuffed the closed diary into the quilt, tugged at the edge of the quilt to cover himself, embryonic position, and looked at the exposed head at the edge of the top bunk, "So I have a habit of writing a diary, is there anything wrong?" ”

"No problem, just curious. Zach raised an eyebrow, "How can a person who does a job like yours have such a habit of, well, unprofessional." "What does it mean? A guy (Susan) who will destroy corpses after completing a commission actually has a habit of writing all his mental activities into a small notebook. Hehe.

"It's still a problem. ”

"Okay, do you want to answer that?" Zach was persistent.

"It's a habit that helps me clear my mind. Very objective answer.

"That's right. Zach tilted his head, "Then expressing your concerns about James in your diary is also helping you clear your mind?"

"Uh, how much have you read?" Whatever the case, the diary was not a very happy situation to be seen.

"You just wrote two pages. Zach replied honestly, raising an eyebrow, "Thank you for your diary, I just learned the reason for James's anomaly these days." I thought it was something more serious. ”

Dale arched twice under the covers, and the diary was pushed to his face and opened—the thing was actually looking at what he had written.

It's pretty fast, "I wrote Wes in the car telling James that I was another Hank. ”

"Uh-huh. Zach answered.

The diary was dragged back under the covers by Dale and clutched. "I don't understand your relationship with James. Dale spoke again, "He hates you, obviously. But at the same time, when he realized he was going to lose you, it became ......" Dale paused, "like this. I don't understand what's going on. ”

"Don't you understand? Didn't you just write it yourself, I've been playing detective games with James for the past year. Zach actually laughed, "When I say play, what I really mean is that I did all the work." Running errands, popular science, negotiations, and hands-on when necessary~"

"Isn't it fun?" Dale asked.

"Maybe~" Zach said something very realistic, "It's more fun than doing nothing at Grande and waiting for Zachary Grande's identity to expire~"

Dale probably didn't expect such an answer, and pouted, "That's the part I don't understand, you can do anything." If I understand correctly, if you need a 'playmate', you have infinite ways. For example......" Dale frowned, "you can become a serial killer, or the mastermind of a conspiracy of something. James, as a detective who is sure to make his mark in the police world, will still be your player. He's still going to hate you, that's not going to change. And then now he would not have this incomprehensible contradiction. ”

"Isn't that boring? Zach was also a little more objective, "If human life weren't so fragile, your suggestion might still have some meaning." ”

Dale did not expect such an answer again, and froze for a moment, "Is this some kind of distorted version of 'the mercy of the strong'?" - The vampire didn't become a serial murderer just because it was too easy to take human lives, so he chose a difficult role, the detective game.

Zach shook his head and smiled, "Distorted? I thought it was a universal value. ”

Come to think of it, Zach was right.

At least Dale was thinking, "yes, you're right." This is the foundation of human civilization. You've said that the integration of aliens into humanity requires a part of the worldview to be the same as that of humans, and I guess that's the part of you that is the same as humans. ”

Zach continued to laugh, "And this is where humans distinguish themselves from wild animals~" Although this way of speaking is unpleasant to hear, but, to be honest.

There was silence in the room for a while.

"Then I guess I don't need to care about James. I don't like his contradictions with other races, it's just a problem in his own head, he can't turn a corner, it's his business. I had no intention of being like him. Dale said something that was nonsensical.

Zach reacted for a moment before he realized that it was- "That's why you're worried about James? Do you want to figure out if you want to be like him?" Zach raised an eyebrow and curled the corners of his mouth, "Are you looking for a 'role model', Dale?"

Dale subconsciously resists this statement, but he must admit, "Yes, I'm a role model." Glancing at Zach, "I'm not the first human to inadvertently step into an alien life. Sometimes, I have to figure out how I deal with the problems I encounter in my life, but this, interracial, I don't need it, I just need a 'role model', I just need to copy. The corners of his mouth twitched, "No more confusion, no more confusion, no more not knowing what I am doing." It's easier to just do what someone else has done. ”

I think it's Dale's summary of his whole psychology from the moment he knew about the alien race to the present, confused and confused. Objectively, Dale was good enough, at least he had been quietly following Zach and not doing anything stupid before he knew what he was doing.

Now, he's just tired of fumbling around on his own and wants to find a shortcut.

Zach still laughed, because it was so much to laugh at, "And James is one of your 'role models'?

"Very seriously. The corners of Dale's mouth continued to tug. You know, the way Zach speaks is really unpleasant, "Do I have a lot of options? I only know three people! James, Wes, Hank. Dale frowned, "Hank knows what you are, right, that's why he's so sure you won't be at Grande all the time." ”

Oh! poor Dale......

"Yes. ”

"Awesome. Dale pressed the pillow against the side of his face, "So Hank just turned your doomed departure into Grande's exclusion of you." Now I feel like I'm an idiot!"

"Why?" Zach wondered.

"I told Hank that he was an old thing! Retirement is a good old thing! Just before I stupidly ran up to you and decided to go west with you!"

"Hehe, okay ~ you have one less option ~ " Zach held out three fingers like a kindergarten student, "James, remove it." Old Hank, get rid of it. It looks like you're only left with Wes~" We're talking about the role model of 'humans living in an alien race', aren't we~

"Wes. Dale was excited for a moment, regained his composure, and was still in his embryonic position, "I haven't written about Wes in my diary. "Probably just to express the unhappiness of the interruption of the diary.

"I'm more useful than your 'dear diary'~"

The way Dale writes his diary, we know. So it's just Zach telling Dale that if he needs a way to sort things out, it's better to say to Zach than to write.

Dale glanced at Zach, who was smiling, "Don't you feel the weirdness of this situation, you understand the object of my 'how to get along with other races' problem, and that's you." ”

"Fact, but I'm not the only alien~" Listen to Zack's sophistry, "We're going to the Devil's Feast, there are a lot of vampires like me." Bigger picture, Dale, don't be specific to me alone, what you need to find is that in the alien race, the group (focus), the way to deal with yourself as a human is not just to get along with me. ”

It makes so much sense that it can't be refuted, this is how to get rid of the textbook technique of targeting and improving the problem orientation - Zach is suddenly Dell's biggest problem, isn't it~

"Hey......" Dale gave in with a long sigh, "I don't know what's going on with Wes, but this guy always feels uncomfortable." "But he's clearly not like James, who likes you." ”

"I was very kind to his personal affairs (cupboards), I helped him find grandchildren who he respected his elders, and I even bought a car from him. So, yes, he should like me. ”

"Tsk. First of all, Dale really didn't want to ask what each of these things was, and secondly, "I'm not talking about human liking." You know what I'm talking about, Interracial. He was very clear that he was very, 'grateful', and that's what he said on the train, 'grateful to have you'. He trusts you. Dale rubbed his pillow, "By contrast, he clearly doesn't trust his friend, the human James, when it comes to going west, but he trusts you." It makes me feel, I don't know, weird. ”

"You don't have to wonder about this, Wes and James didn't have a ...... military life," Zach paused, not thinking of the right words, (Miley had revealed the fact that James and Wes's comrades were dead) swept by, "Wes doesn't have a good impression of the Demon Feast vampires. In contrast, I am a trustworthy person. ”

Dale must be thinking, "Okay, I can accept this reason. But I'm also very aware that Wes's liking for you is not only as simple as comparing to the vampires of the Demon Feast, but also for personal reasons. ”

It may be better to misunderstand the ambiguity of killing as soon as possible, "Trust me, there is no more." And then there's the goodwill accumulated from simple interpersonal interactions that you just excluded. ”

Dale continued to think. Probably this is necessary, in the face of a foreign race with a human appearance and sharing some of the same universal values, interpersonal communication must be added to one's own consideration of the other. Human beings, alien races, are not so absolute.

"To the Feast, I can see Wes again. ”

"It's you who live~" Zach smiled and retracted his head. Needless to say, everyone should know that preaching to others will give them a sense of satisfaction. Zach was ready to enjoy the satisfaction.

"I turned off the lights. ”

"Uh-huh. ”

As soon as the lights went out, a knock appeared on the door, "Mr. Grande?"

The two people in the upper and lower bunks did not make a sound.

"Mr. Grande, are you there, I'll return your coat. ”

Before Dale struggled to get out of bed, Zach had turned on the light, stood in the doorway, and pulled the door open, "Hey, today's hero." ”

"What, what......" The high school boy with Zack's coat was visibly nervous.

"Come in. Zach smiled and stepped out of the doorway, facing Dale who retracted into the quilt, "This is the hero I told you about today who saved the girl." ”

"Uh, Jack......" The boy was obviously not comfortable with such an introduction, although it was true, "My name is Jack." ”

"Okay Jack. "Then how did you know I was Mr. Grande?"

"Your business card. Jack relaxed a little, "And your wallet." Jack pointed to the coat in Zack's hand with an apologetic expression, "In your pocket, I want to return it sooner, but ......"

Also sorry is Zack, who touches one of the pockets of his coat with a strange look, and Wes stabs Zack as a sign of revenge for being forgotten.

But this is only a minor issue, the relationship between the vampire and his own wizard is not so fragile, so don't care.

Jack explained why he was returning his clothes now, "I'll have to wait until everyone is asleep." ”

Zach puts his coat back. Suddenly sensing something, he looked at the high school boy, "You're putting on makeup." ”

"Oh!" Jack subconsciously raised his hand to cover his face, "This is, this is ......"

"Cover the bruised makeup on your face. Zach had nothing to be ashamed of, and told the truth, "That girl did it for you?"

"Ruth, her name is Ruth. ”

Zach shook his head, "So I guess you didn't use that photo I took as evidence to ask your advisor to help you deal with this conflict." "It's not obvious, it's a cover-up. Everything is developing in the adolescent, the most, worst way of dealing with conflict.

Zach was disappointed, but what could he do, Zach was just a passerby.

Jack shook his head down. Yes, it is the default.

Zach didn't have much to say, and patted the other person on the shoulder, "Thanks for returning the clothes." "It's goodbye.

Jack also knew that there was nothing to say, and it was still the same sentence that he had said a long time ago, "Thank you, sir." "Goodbye too, ready to leave. As a well-mannered adult, Zach held the door to see him off.

It clearly appeared suddenly, but it was not abrupt at all...... Voice, appeared.

Feel like this voice, walking along the aisle of this cabin, passing by from far and near. It's obviously hearing, but it makes people feel like they see the arrival of the sound, and then continue to transmit it far away.

The voice, a hum, is light, melodious, with a scale.

Zach frowned.

As if the first note of the prelude had passed, the high-pitched chime made Jack, who was already standing in the aisle, tremble, and then his eyes lost their brightness and he took the first step forward.

Zach was helpless, these Krakens really tried.

The doors on both sides of the aisle were pulled open, and people in pajamas were holding or holding all sorts of inexplicable things, watches, jewelry, safes, and even babies. Thoughtlessly, he stepped out of his room and down the hallway.

Well, the Kraken didn't just try, it tried very hard.

Zach turned his head and looked at Dale, who was standing up from the lower bunk, holding the blood vial he had gotten from Zack during the day, and walked towards the door like a walking corpse.

Zach directly slapped Dale in the face, "Are you funny, after the conversation just now, your most precious thing is my blood?"

Dale's eyes came back to his senses, "What? What did I do?"

"Ugh. Go back to bed and lie down. Red Eyes gave the command, stepped out of the room, closed the door, and turned around, "Jack?"

High school students are no longer visible in the crowded aisles. Uh, forget it, truncate from here first.