"Bell, bell, bell......"

Ten bells rang in Zack's ears at his desk, and Zach looked up and moved his sore neck.

I asked Mr. Vampire if vampires really feel sore? Zach replied, "Of course! When the blood doesn't flow smoothly, it does, just like you humans, it gets sour and numb!"

Zach picked up the glass in his hand and drank it in one gulp. That's how he solved the problem of poor blood flow -- increased flow.

A hunchbacked old man pushed open the office door, and a voice like Hong Zhong said, "Xiaozha!

This old man's name is Hank, and he is the coffin maker of the [Grande Funeral Home] and a close friend of the deceased old man Grande. So, in a way, he is also Zack's father.

Zach was a little surprised that someone would come here in the South End, he got up and tidied up his clothes: "Got it, Daddy Hank." ”

"They're not good people!" said old Hank, glaring at a pair of eyes so loud that everyone in the parlor could hear them, "They don't like my coffin!"

Zach smiled and patted Hank on the back. Hank is a stranger and straightforward regardless of the occasion. But Zach liked him very much, because of his preservation, the funeral home in the South Side lost a lot of business, which made the three non-people here relatively free.

"Daddy Hank, how about you go to the second floor to help Louise tidy up her room?" Zack helped the old man into the office, opened the back door, and watched the old man go up step by step.

"Hmph!" Hank looked bored, "Woman, beautiful woman, what can I do as an old man to help!"

Zach smiled, closed Hank's complaint behind the door, and turned to greet the long-lost guest.

With the property privately owned, Zach had to find a way to get the half-dead funeral home up and running, perhaps with Hank less on the ground floor.

The two rows of sofas in the living room were already full of people, most of them elderly, with grief on their faces, and behind the sofa stood a row of sturdy men in black suits, who were supposed to be bodyguards. All eyes were directed at an old woman parked next to the sofa, her body curled up in a wheelchair, behind whom a young, caretaker woman was holding the wheelchair.

Zach watched for a moment and knew he was going to invite a real guest into the office. He nodded to the old woman in the wheelchair and made a gesture of invitation: "Don't care about old Hank, he treats his work like a child." ”

The old woman didn't have any expression, nodded, and the caretaker behind her pushed the wheelchair towards the office. At the same time, a young man on the sofa stood up, his expression was a little gloomy, and he walked on the side of the wheelchair with his clothes on his body.

The old men on the couch exchanged glances, and the vampire could see a hint of disgust in their eyes.

Because there was no business for a long time, and there was no food and drink in the living room, Zach bowed slightly to the people on the sofa, "In a while, someone will bring food, please wait." ”

The old people nodded, and didn't say much, judging by what they were wearing, these were influential people in Barton City, and Zach didn't understand why they came to the remote South End.

Zach closed the office door, rang the bell telling Alice to prepare food, and sat back down at his desk.

"Hmph, it's still morning, are you drinking!" The young man next to the wheelchair looked at the wine glass on Zack's desk, and there was a trace of red liquid in it: "Grandmother, I don't understand, why do we have to come here!"

Zach wouldn't explain that it wasn't wine, it was his food. Zack's eyes were on the old woman in the wheelchair, and when his grandson spoke, the woman's fingers clenched, her wrinkled skin stretched open by the joints, and the expression on her face was momentarily hateful, but it was immediately covered by wrinkles.

"We can go to [Ford's Funeral Home], which is closer and more convenient to the city, and why is it a bumpy ride to get here early in the morning? The smell of rot and cow dung is everywhere! It has ruined my lunch ......"

While the young man was chattering, the young caretaker at the back of the wheelchair had lowered her head, biting her lip, and one of her hands was gently resting on the old woman's shoulder, as if comforting. The old woman's fist had begun to tremble, her joints turned white, and the dark veins spread all over the back of her hand. It's just that her fist is covered by a blanket and the young man can't see it.

"Sir!" Zach spoke suddenly, interrupting the young man loudly, and he pointed to a name tag in front of his desk, "As you can see, I'm Zachary Grande, the owner of this place. Can you introduce yourself before you arrive?"

The young man was stunned and shut up.

Yes, Zach was reminding him that the owner of the Grande House was to talk to the owner of the business, the real guest who was coming here, not his uncourteous companion.

The old woman's half-covered eyelids lifted and looked at Zack, still expressionless, but the caretaker behind her showed a grateful smile.

"This is Mrs. Blair Quinn. The caretaker's palm pointed to the old woman in the wheelchair, and then pointed to the young man next to her: "This is Mrs. Quinin's grandson, Pochi Quinin." ”

Zach showed surprise on his face, but it immediately dimmed, and his light green eyes looked at Mrs. Quinin: "I really regret it, is it because of Mr. Quinn this time?"

The Quinns, well-known philanthropists in Barton, funded families torn apart by the war ten years ago and built orphanages to provide shelter for children who had lost their parents. After the war, they continued their good deeds, sponsoring homeless ex-soldiers and orphans, and now three orphanages in Barton are named after the couple.

And at the beginning of the New Year, the news broke that the healthy Quinn couple had suddenly fallen ill, and the upper, middle and lower classes of the entire city of Barton were praying for the kind couple. Now that there were fewer people in attendance, Mr. Quinn was missing, and Zach made a guess that saddened everyone.

Mrs. Quininn's eyelids drooped again, the caretaker behind her pursed her lips and nodded, and the smile on Poch's lips flickered.

Perhaps, no one can detect this small movement, but Zach is not human.

"Seven years ago, we booked a cemetery in the West End cemetery at the Grand House, but a few days ago we received news that the West End cemetery was about to be repossessed by the municipality, so ......"

Zach interrupted the caretaker's words, and there was a glimmer of hope in the vampire's eyes, and he stood up with some excitement: "So Mr. Quinn is okay now, right?!"

The hope in Zach's eyes is not fake, greatness knows no race.

Zach's actions again elicited different reactions from the three opposites. The young caretaker opened her mouth and looked downward, a faint mist already covering her clear eyes. Mrs. Quinn's eyelids lifted again, and cloudy eyes stared at Zach's pale green eyes. And Pochi, the disgust on Pochi's face no longer wants to hide!

Zach shook his head and slowly sat back in his seat.

The young caretaker adjusted her feelings and continued, "Madame Quinn followed her husband's last wish and wanted a traditional funeral. But the only cemetery that still has a cemetery is the Grande Funeral Home in the South District, so here we are. According to Mrs. Quinin's wishes, it was still hoped that the cemetery where the two would be buried together would be vacant. ”

Zach sighed, nodded, and flipped through the West End cemetery to look up Mrs. Quinn's previous reservations. Moments later, Zach found the predetermined deposit slip, the marble tombstone, the statue of Gabriel, and the coffin of Nanmu......

Old Hank was very particular about the making of coffins, and even the former West Side used his works, so the latter Zack didn't have to worry. But with tombstones and statues, Zach is a bit of a problem.

There are two main industrial customers in the southern part of the Grand House: hospitals and prisons. So most of the burials here are criminals and unclaimed anonymous people, and there are almost no requirements for coffins and tombstones, so Zach is not prepared here.

As for the funerals of nearby citizens, they are also casually used mountain stones, carved out of a shape by Benjamin. In recent years, cremation has appeared, and more people have gone to the [Allen Funeral Home] in the southern district to be cremated, after all, the cost of cremation and urns is much cheaper than the coffin made by hand.

Zach took the order he had made, his brows furrowed, and he handed the order to the female caretaker, "We have the cemetery, the coffin, and the craftsmanship of old Hank is sure not to disappoint Mrs. Quinn, but the statue ......"

"We can wait. A dry and hoarse voice came from Mrs. Quinn's throat, and for the first time she opened her mouth, "I promised him that I would give him a traditional funeral, and we could wait!"

"Grandmother!" Pochi excitedly turned to the woman in the wheelchair, "It will cost another amount of money to preserve the body!

Zack's eyebrows furrowed, and he looked at the old lady whose body trembled for a moment: "May I ask, when did Mr. Quinn die?"

"This morning, eight twenty o'clock. The caretaker, with Madame's approval, answered Zach's question.

The vampire nodded, his eyes wandering with the veins under Lady Quinn's skin, and he took a deep breath, feeling a faint eerie scent. Why? Because vampires are life-sensitive creatures, he can feel Lady Quinn's life ticking.

As you know, I'm always curious about the behavior of vampires, so I once cautiously asked Mr. Zack, "Dear vampire, why can you feel the life force of a person?

The vampire replied, "I'm not that unlucky. All I have is a sensitive sense of smell for blood. Do you know what the right way to kill a vampire is?"

I flipped through my notes and began to repeat: "Beheadings, fires, stakes and silver piercing hearts, werewolves biting ......"

The vampire snatched my notebook and looked at it with interest, "You actually record something like this." ”

I try to make my smile look cute and harmless.

The vampire didn't care that I was documenting his weaknesses and picked up a pen and added a note to my notes.

I leaned over and looked, 'Blood of the Dead'.

Oh, just as a person can be poisoned if he eats something that has deteriorated, the blood that spoils is the poison and medicine of a vampire.

And now, the vampire smelled a hint of poison and medicine, from Lady Quinn.