James grimaced as Zach took a key from the eaves and opened it.

"You should be happy that Barton is a city where people feel safe. Zach said.

James, as a police detective who had lived in Barton City for two months, could not identify with it and could not refute it. In the midst of a complicated situation, he carried out an illegal invasion.

"No one. James glanced around the room.

"What do you think?" Zach closed the door and walked past James, "if there's anyone, I'll knock." ”

James's frown tugged at the bridge of his nose in a dull ache.

"Ugh. Zach cut his fingertips, tore off the band-aid from his nose, and threw it in the trash can next to the couch, his blood-dripping fingers pressed the bridge of James's nose.

James subconsciously went to protect it, and when he touched the bridge of his nose, the wound had disappeared, and the swollen bridge of his nose was restored to its original state. James looked at the discarded band-aid in the trash can, ready to pick it up, after all, it was someone else's home.

"Don't do it too much. Zach walked around the couch and to the bedroom at the back, "The man ran away. ”

James bent over and looked at the trash can, and he came to this conclusion because there was a sour smell coming from the filled trash can, which indicated that the trash had been fermenting here for at least three days.

This is the apartment-style housing that most singles, or lower-middle-class families in the northern borough of Barton, would choose, and the location is a little more remote than the apartment of the former civil servant Wells, but the area seems to be larger, and as for the interior, it is much better than Wells.

"What are you looking for?" James asked, a little unpleasantly, as he heard Zach start flipping around in the other man's bedroom.

Zach stood in the bedroom, his hands outstretched, "Look for inspiration." ”

James looked at the things that were scattered all over the vampire, clothes, shoes, and miscellaneous items......

Zach wasn't talking nonsense, he didn't know what kind of 'species' the people who used to live here were now, so he could only flip and look around.

First of all, Zach has made sure that this guy is not short of money. As a newcomer to the city, he wasn't as bombastic as James, but he was much better off than a native like Wells. And then this guy didn't work, because there was no real formal wear or work uniform in the wardrobe, and at most it was a casual dress jacket, which was not considered formal wear.

And then this guy either has a special gender identity, or is a **, or a playboy or something. Because Zach found many different sizes of women**.

In the end, this is a very cautious guy. Aliens usually have things to hide, such as Zack's blood bank, Benjamin's hair and often torn clothes, and leftovers from shapeshifters......

And this guy doesn't seem to be any different from ordinary people except for his peculiar collecting habits.

Zach walked to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, frowned and fell into thought.

"What did you find?" asked James, who had just come out of his bedroom.

"He's eating a very healthy diet. Zach raised an eyebrow, "For a human." ”

James frowned, bypassed Zach and opened the refrigerator, and looked at the vegetables, fish, chicken, eggs, milk...... It's really healthy, because you don't even have a can of beer or soda.

Zach touched his chin and looked at the photos hanging on the wall, the man in the photo was about thirty years old, not very strong, but well-proportioned, in most of the photos he was happy, a row of white teeth was enough to advertise the dentist's office, and the scenes in the photos were also varied, fishing, hiking, swimming, traveling, ...... The photos are all Polaroids that can be developed quickly, and this camera has just been found by Zack.

"He's probably an ordinary person. James looked around again, but found nothing suspicious.

"A perfect ordinary person, suddenly left a qiē and ran away. Zach added.

James heard something unusual, "What do you want to say?"

"He was perfect. Zach pointed to the picture on the wall, "He travels, does all sorts of things, has perfect teeth, and has a look that is the envy of all." Zach pointed to the bedroom again, "You don't have to work, but you have enough money." And. Zach tilted his head, "He's very popular with women." , there is a bunch of 'loot'. Zach pointed to the kitchen again, "And his habits are impeccable." ”

"So what the hell are you trying to say?!" James was fed up by the frustration that he had been prompted to such a point and still couldn't come up with an answer.

"He's like a person in people's fantasies. Zach summed it up.

I've asked about vampires, and the classification of aliens, unlike the previous questions about social hierarchy, is classification.

The vampire explains: "Three. It's very easy to tell, one is me, Benjamin, Kim, etc., our difference comes from our*, and our abilities are embodied in physics*, including the Charm Pupil. ”

I expressed my understanding, it was brainwashing, and I rarely showed my intelligence in front of the vampire, and I motioned for the vampire to continue.

"Yes, I understand. The second is an alien race that, like Ryan, has developed on the basis of the soul. ”

"Soul development?" I thought, "like angels and demons?"

After praising my comprehension, the vampire suggested, "These are the two extremes, and the middle, which developed from the original Earth Bound Spirits, Shadow Person, Spirit Spirit, Phantom Man, Dream Demon ......"

I barely understood, and continued to ask, "What about the third one?"

Zach thought about it for a moment and decided to use a specific name to describe the third one, so that I could feel, "You, Alice, Sbella, Papa Midnight......"

"Oh. ”

Here, Zach said the second kind.

"You want to say that this Daniel is a 'phantom man'?" James said with his mouth half-open, as if he understood, but also seemed puzzled, "I thought that 'phantom man' would only appear in places where commerce is bustling. ”

"No, 'phantom people' are just easy to be born in places where money transactions are frequent. "Zach said the fact that money is the most important thing for people*, so the fantasy derived from it is the strictest, but if the phantom person does not pursue great power, he can survive anywhere there is *," you forget that he came to the low-level alien race in Barton City because of 'rumors', and it is normal for him to pursue values that are not mainstream aliens. ”

James frowned, "Do phantoms have the ability to make people disappear and reappear?"

"If the timing is right, *strong enough, the Phantom Man can make anything come true. Zach explained.

James's face darkened again, and his fists clenched. The detective apparently didn't quite understand the difference between a phantom and a Papa midnight.

Zach glanced at him, "You're a little too biased. I need to remind you that Papa Midnight is human, an outlier among your humans. The real alien race has no interest in playing with human feelings. Zach added, "Do you play a game with yourself for lunch before you eat lunch?"

Zach's explanation didn't make James feel any better.

"They keep their souls alive by absorbing the illusions of aggregating people. Zach continued as James stared at him, "But the capacity of the soul is so large, and when it can't be contained, it will naturally be discharged. And then the fantasy becomes a reality, a pathetic creature. Zach pointed to a qiē in the apartment, "These, these 'perfect' things, maybe only those pictures are what he wants, and everything else comes from 'your' delusions." ”

Why would Zach say that such a healthy and enviable lifestyle is delusional?

Because, the two men who would not have gained anything left the Daniel's house and knocked on his neighbor's door. Just by opening the crack of the door, James could smell the smoke that permeated the air, and the thin man's eyes were dark, obviously he was only less than thirty years old, but he looked as if he was going to die, and he glared at the two strange men, "Who are you looking for?" ”

Zach's red eyes didn't give the man time to react, and he pushed the door open, and James saw the smoke-shrouded room, a lap smaller than Daniel's apartment, with filthy tables and chairs full of pizza boxes and empty wine bottles......

Zach casually asked a few questions about his neighbors, said goodbye, and knocked on the other household.

In the cold and damp room, an obese middle-aged man was wearing only a ** that had not been washed for an unknown amount of time, his whole body exuded a disgusting smell, and he was still holding a crumpled ball of toilet paper in his hand.

Zach asked a few questions and took his leave.

Knocking on the other household, the young man in the wheelchair looked at the two strange men, "Is there something wrong?" ”

The vampire sighed in his heart, it turned out that those pictures were not 'real' either. Zach's brief jolt gave James a lead.

"We're looking for Daniel, but he's not there, do you know where he's gone?" James tried to calm his heart as he saw reality and delusion coexist.

"Who are you?" the boy suddenly became vigilant, and his thin hand was already pressed on the wheel of his wheelchair.

James pressed the door that the teenager wanted to close, "I'm James Lance! We're not bad guys, I'm Patton Police Department, Lance Detective!" James leaned his shoulder against the door and pulled out his badge, "We suspect Daniel is missing, and we're investigating to find him." ”

Zach didn't bother James and stood by and watched.

The boy looked at James's badge and remained vigilant, "He's not missing, he's just on a trip." ”

James glanced at Zach, the first two of whom had only three words about Daniel's whereabouts and didn't know. And this teenager seems to be helping Daniel get out of 'trouble' for some reason.

"Where did you travel?" asked James.

"I don't know. The boy replied as he stared at James.

James didn't give up, still using the way a human detective thinks to get information, "Do you know his contact information......?

Zach couldn't stand it anymore, pushed James away, took out a business card, handed it to the disabled teenager, and put his face in front of the teenager: "Grande House, Zack." What's your name?"

The boy looked at the business card and looked at Zach suspiciously, "You're not a policeman. ”

"I'm not. Zach laughed, "You don't need to trust me, but I want to ask, did Daniel ever make you stand up?"

The boy's pupils closed, and he pressed his two hands on the door, wanting to close!

"I guess he did. Zach blocked the door effortlessly, looking at the boy with red eyes, "Tell Daniel that I have something to ask him, and the phone is on the business card." ”

Zach let go of his hand, and the door slammed shut.