Maybe it was because it was mentioned to make Zach feel immediate, or maybe it just didn't want Neil and Quest to appear in Grande and cause unnecessary trouble. The old-fashioned sedan crossed east from the direction of the sanatorium, crossed Route 27 and continued east, stopping at the mill in the Grande.

Zach was in the heart of making full use of what he said he was paying, and instructed Seth to get the unconscious men and women out of the car, looked at Madison who came out to greet him, and muttered for a while, "I need a secret room, and your phone." ”

Madison nodded, and led Seth to the basement, the morgue.

"Madison. Zach stopped Madison, who was wearing a beret, "What's wrong with your hair?"

Madison lifted his hat, his black and white hair was hidden under the hat, and shook his head helplessly, "I don't know, it suddenly became like this before." ”

Zach pursed his lips, not knowing what to say, and walked to Madison's office.

Lip is gone.

It's the literal disappearance, and when both Zach and Seth feel the need to combine the vampire's ability to manipulate memories and demons' soul imprints to figure out the guy's true intentions, Lip disappears from the back seat.

It's not a sign of light and shadow like the Earthbound Spirits, it's not like other aliens with hidden abilities to blend in with the environment, and it's not like it's faster than vampires and demons can perceive to leave, or disappear.

No matter what Lip is, or what he wants to do, at this time, he can only become an unsolvable mystery.

Zach decided not to waste time thinking about that guy. Walked into Madison's office, sat down at his desk, and dialed No's phone. Wait for the time. The vampire casually rummaged through the text on Madison's desk.

The elongated beep stopped abruptly, and was immediately replaced by a short disconnect. Zach raised an eyebrow with the receiver, but there was no one, and there was not even an answering machine. The General's warehouse is shabby.

Zach hung up the phone, picked it up again, and dialed it from a different number, which was the number of the 'General' bar.

The text in front of Zach has been opened casually. It's all the work of the mill. Maddison seems to have restrained a lot since the last little awkwardness. No longer blame Zach for the irresponsibility of the boss.

Maybe it's a little guilty. Madison's classmates in his writing class had caused trouble for Grande, and he, who was also one of Grande, didn't notice it at all, and only thought about being humiliated by Mr. Morris for his own immortality. Wants to reveal the identity of a vampire.

Well, you can remove the possibility. This is the voice of the heart.

Zach was satisfied to see a notebook at the bottom of the text, on which was a record of touching and observing Sheila West. Although it is all trivial content, such as she brought her cat to class, wrote something, and asked for leave when she was sick...... But it can be seen that Madison is still seriously carrying out Zack's orders and watching this woman with strange powers.

"Speak!" 'General''s impatient voice came from the earpiece.

Zach closed Madison's note, "'General,' Zach. Where is No, he is not in the 'office'. ”

"Oh! you!" the general's tone softened immediately. "Nou has gone to see his maid. The voice in the earpiece was a little worried, "I haven't been back since I went out in the morning." ”

Zach frowned, "He left his contact information......" thought for a moment. "Did he say where he was going?"

"Of course not!" the General's tone was also helpless, "I really don't know what he's doing!" After a pause, the General continued, "Is there any progress on what you're doing?"

Zach felt the 'General' tone, and he knew that Noh hadn't explained Quest's commission to the 'General' in detail. It's kind of protection. There was a smile in Zach's tone, "Yes." Not bad. What about you, do you have any news about those weapons?"

"Hell!" The General's tone suddenly changed, "Nuo is in big trouble! Forget it, don't talk about it here, wait for him to come back!"

Zach nodded into the air and hung up. After a moment's thought, Zach dialed again, and it was Mrs. White's. Neil and Daphany are already in hand, and it is the right way to solve this matter quickly, otherwise the two living people will continue to stay at Barton, and God knows what will go wrong.

And although Zach didn't understand the special meaning of what Lip said, listening to the tone of the 'general', the hunter's question became strict. Zach didn't want to 'wait' for Noh to come back.

Soon the phone was picked up, and Zach wasted no time, "Mrs. White, do you know where your friend Miuna is now?"

"Uh, it's you, what's the matter?" said Mrs. White's voice, a little strange.

Zach narrowed his eyes and listened intently to the background sound in the earpiece. Someone lowered her voice and asked who she was in a threatening tone!

Zach lowered his voice, "Mrs. White, just let me know how many people you have in your family. ”

"Oh......" the woman across the earpiece said in a lengthened voice, "five bottles of rum should be enough." ”

"Did they set any traps. Zach continued to ask in a low voice.

"Flowers?" Mrs. White was pretty good at that, "Lina said she would get some, but I don't know, I think there should be some in the antechamber and back porch. ”

"There are no Indians. Zach continued, thinking for a moment, adding, "A special Indian like Sbella. ”

"I think it's a priest. Anyone can be a pastor now, and I don't want those half-people to preside. ”

"Muna and her master, are they there?"

"It's packed, sealed, in the basement. But the address hasn't been written yet, so I have to think about what to give to whom. ”

"You're doing well, Mrs. White, stay calm, I'll be over soon. Zach stood up, Mrs. White was not doing well, and Noe was not doing well. The vampire must hurry up.

"Yes. On the other side of the phone, Mrs. White nodded, her hands trembling slightly, and hung up the phone. It means that she is going to face what is happening in her family again.

"Who is it?"

Mrs. White's hand holding the earpiece had just dropped halfway when it was quickly pressed down by a wide palm. The middle-aged man pulled Mrs. White's arm, and the cold dagger was pressed against her chin, "Who called!"

"Friend, friend!" said Mrs. White's body, her gaze uncontrollably downward, staring at the sharp blade against her chin.

"What are you talking about!" the fierce hunter pulled Mrs. White by the hair without mercy and pressed her to the couch. Forced to ask.

"Hello, reception!!" said Mrs. Wright, horrified.

"What reception?!"

"Me. My son!" The horror on Mrs. White's face took on a palpable sadness! She did not know where she got the courage, and suddenly glared at the man in front of her who threatened her life, "Are you blind! Look around! Didn't you find out when you barbarians broke into my house! I just lost my son! This is a wake-up for his friend!"

Strong hunters. Frowning, the dagger was still against Mrs. White's body, but he looked at his companion and gave him a look.

Mrs. White was telling the truth, this standard middle-class house was a little more decorated at this time, with candles on the tables, on the floor, and on the fireplace. In the living room, there is also a large horizontal board with various photos and cards pasted on it.

Unlike the farewell ceremony at a formal funeral, the wake cannot be considered a formal ceremony. It is only a private ceremony for those who are connected to the deceased, but are not qualified or able to attend the funeral.

It's like the rugby players and angry maidens who gathered before Warehouse 13...... You must know that the person who held the funeral could not be the deceased himself, and some of the people who were absent at the official funeral could not be on the stage, and some just got the news late. But they still have the right to mourn the deceased. Mrs. White, as a mother, is actually thoughtful enough.

The hunter glared at Mrs. White. Putting away the knife, "Sit here honestly!" and then glanced at his companion, frowned and asked, "What's going on down there?"

The person being asked shook his head, but there was a hint of mockery on his face, "But it won't be long before he gives up." Nu Tao (Yin'an's surname) has already begun to use his ultimate. ”

"I'll take a look, you look here!" the middle-aged hunter pouted, glanced at Mrs. White, and headed for the basement.

Between the living room and the lounge at the rear, under the diagonal staircase, a wooden door was pushed open, and a cold air flow poured out, making the hunter shiver. He pulled his clothes, stepped up the stairs, and walked down.

A calm voice came from the bottom up, "You still won't say it." Your maid seems to be running out. ”

The hunter stood behind his fellow Indian, looking at the two men tied to the chair in front of him, the man with gray sideburns was their real target, No. Rippet, the fat woman with dilated pupils and a trembling head was his maid Miuna.

The man with the surname Nu Tao glanced at his companion, nodded, and continued his hand movements.

He held a puppet in his left hand and a needle and thread in his right hand, and stabbed the puppet in the eye. His movements were quick, and the thin dark brown lines seemed to be Miuna's hair. His hand rolled up and down, and one of the puppet's eyes had been stitched up.

No's eyes widened, and he watched as Miao Na opposite him, the pupils of the eyes corresponding to the puppet disappeared, and the whole eyeball became like a plastic prosthetic eye!

Rhoo's hand stopped on the other eye of the puppet, "I'm not going to continue to stab her in the heart, kill her, it seems impossible for you to speak, so I decided to start with these little things." ”

Nou glared at the Indians who had spoken! If he could, he would tear them apart! Like a real lion. It's a pity that he can't, he can now clearly realize that he has walked into the other party's ambush!

"Where did you put Colt?" asked the Indian, calmly.

Nou couldn't say, after seeing what these weird terrorists could do, how could he sue them, 'Colt', that old-fashioned rifle was given to the 'General'!

"It's a shame. The Indian shook his head angrily, the needle in his hand flipping, "Your maid will never see the world again." "The other eye was sewn shut. (To be continued)