Head north along Becky Street, which was once the end of the Comb in Becky. Continuing north from the location of the train station, the style of the business district gradually fades into a cold and hard industrial style. In fact, it is not an industry, but a warehouse, from which most of the goods flowing through the port of Massa are repatriated.

Trucks often come and go in this area, so that Benjamin's dilapidated truck is not very conspicuous in a pile of big trucks and trucks.

What stood out was the black limousine, and the three police cars from the Barton Police Department around it. This is a warehouse gathering place on the east side of Massa Port, and the warehouse door is surrounded by a yellow and white cordon, and there is a white paint that says '13'.

A large number of broken cardboard boxes were piled up here, as well as many damaged instruments, and the metal shelves were covered in dark red rust. The mix of burnt and damp musty in the air, combined with the cold, is not a place to be.

William Herman, who was in his seventies, pushed away his assistant who was trying to support him, staring at the mass huddled in a black corner.

"What the hell are you doing!" Herman suddenly rushed forward and grabbed a young police officer who was holding a black body bag, his eyes already bloodshot, "What the are you going to do!!"

James's eyes were also bloodshot, but he still stepped forward and pulled away the excited old Herman: "We need to bring it back for a check-up to confirm our identity." ”

Why is James Lance here? Because there's a charred corpse there, and James is a murder squad detective.

Herman let go of the cringe-grinning officer and stepped back.

"There is no need to get in the way of the police. Zach held the old man's body: "Let's go talk somewhere else." ”

With the soft sound of Kela, old Herman couldn't bear to watch a group of strangers put his son in a plastic bag like an object. There was a low whimper in his throat, and the old man pressed his hands to his cheeks.

Zach grabbed Mr. Herman's arms and helped him out of the warehouse.

As he was leaving, Zach tilted his head and gestured to James with no expression.

"Do you think this is Connor Herman, too?" Detective Cousson patted his partner who was clearly out of shape today, and pulled James's gaze back from the two who were leaving, and he was not looking at Herman, but at the vampire who was coldly signaling to him.

The person who called the police to find the body was Zach (anonymous, of course), it was Zach who informed Mr. Herman, and it was Zach who recommended Detective Lance to Mr. Herman. Found here, naturally, is also our vampire Zack.

Ryan's memories weren't of much use, at least he had always thought it was some kind of basement!, and it was the Banshee Alice who got the warehouse after repeating the sight of Connor's death.

According to the information now available to the police, this is Connor, and most of them have been confirmed. The first is the testimony of the students who sent Duì, especially Lola after the [Ivy Club] when she saw a man in Indian attire grab Connor. Originally, the clue was broken here.

However, the warehouse manager, who had just been summoned, confirmed that there was a man who matched Lola's description and rented the warehouse. Because this warehouse is used to pile up damaged goods, no one usually cares about it, and the administrator just treats it as an extra money, and does not ask the other party what he did during the rental period.

Zak, of course, did not let Mr. Herman get into his van, but into Herman's limousine. The gentleman, still in anger and grief, did not tell where to go, so the car drove out of the warehouse gathering place and onto Becky Street without any purpose.

"Mr. Herman, perhaps this is not a good time. But I want to ask sir. Zach looked at the golden old Herman holding the whiskey in one hand and staring out the window with fascination: "Do you remember ......?"

"Sue me. Mr. Herman turned his head to Zack, who was doing it directly across from the car, "Sue me, how did you find Connor!"

Herman's eyes were not friendly!

This morning, Herman was still joking with his wife, who was twenty years younger than him: Victory, Pai Duì, an eighteen-year-old star, a female admirer of the same age...... These things would have gotten young Connor to do 'some' activities. But by noon, when Connor still hadn't returned, Herman became worried.

After all of Connor's friends said they didn't know Connor's whereabouts, Herman called the police. The disappearance of the son of the entrepreneur who pulled the whole of Barton's industrial development is not something that can be neglected. As a result, the police acted quickly, and everyone who had crossed paths with Connor on Pai Duì was summoned for questioning. And Lola, who had been looking for him, also made it to the list and provided the biggest clues.

Because of Lola's relationship, Herman had a brief exchange with Mrs. Patton. Mrs. Barton still has some misgivings about the handling of the Grand House, and Zach refuses to share the process of dealing with Kyle, and Mrs. Barton is not sure that Connor's disappearance has nothing to do with Kyle. So Mrs. Barton, in the spirit of continuing to let Grande finish up, recommended them to Herman.

Herman, who was holding it to give it a try, called, but he didn't expect that it was really only two hours before he saw his son's body!

So, understandably, his tone at this time is not friendly!

Zach opened his mouth, our vampires weren't used to being interrupted, but powerful men and women weren't the same, they were more direct, more threatening, unlike the puns that Mrs. Quinn and Mrs. Barton were willing to make.

Zach pursed his mouth, the corners of his mouth curled, and it seemed that he needed a different way of talking.

"Mr. Herman, didn't Mrs. Patton tell you the rules by which we should deal with our affairs? Other than that, we won't answer any questions. ”

Mr. Herman stared at Zach, his knuckles turning white as he held his glass. Herman was much younger than anyone his age, and Connor's Cunz was telling...... And, for example, his heart allowed him to pour whiskey in one gulp.

Zach kept smiling, letting the other man stare, waiting for the other person to give in to his rules.

"Good!" Mr. Herman's bloodshot eyes closed, squeezing the smiling man in front of him out of view, "Do you just accept the result!" he leaned back to the soft backrest and tilted his head weakly, "You can go." You'll get my check tomorrow. ”

Perhaps he figured it out and knew now that there was no difference between waiting for the results of the police investigation in a few days. He had learned enough information today, and he had to go home and tell his wife, who was still worried at home.

Herman's limousine stops at the side of the road.

Zach nodded slightly, but his purpose had not yet been achieved, and he was not ready to leave there: "Mr. Herman, please let the car continue to drive." I'm not done with what I just said. ”

"What else do you have to say!" Herman snapped open his eyes and roared angrily at Zach! In his opinion, without this man, Connor would now be missing, not burned!

"When you called me, I asked you, are you going to find Connor, or are you going to punish those who have committed crimes?" Zach kept smiling.

"What are you talking about. Herman's eyes narrowed dangerously: "Do you know who did it?!"

The limousine driver's eyes searched in the rearview mirror, and at Herman's brief gesture, the limousine started again, still driving aimlessly.

"Does it matter?" Zach felt the car move, "The Patton police sketchers will soon draw the appearance of the murderers, their identities, and the police should be notified when the gentleman gets home." But then what about Wanted, Arrest Mr. Herman, no one who doesn't know William Herman's son, no one who doesn't know the Beaver's star quarterback. Even so, your son is still lying in the corner of the warehouse, and the murderer seems to have disposed of ......"

"That's enough!!" Herman's eyes lit up dangerously, interrupting the man in front of him again! He had already caught the meaning of the other party! Connor's body was left like that, and it was clear that if he crossed another street, he could throw himself into the sea and destroy a trace, but the murderer didn't do it! This means that the murderer has no intention of hiding it at all, maybe at this time, the murderer has already left Barton City and disappeared without a trace!

"No more talk!" Herman glared at the man in front of him, his shoulders already shaking slightly, it was anger, "what can you do?!"

Zach put away his smile, lowered his head slightly, and put one hand on his chest in a very old gesture of silence. It's a vampire expressing his regret for the misfortunes of others.

When Zach raised his head again, his light green eyes looked at old Mr. Herman: "This is not something that Mr. has to consider. As I said before, you make the request for the result, and we complete. The process in the middle, don't ask, don't say. ”

"I want them dead!" Herman glared at Zach, his slightly wrinkled cheeks twitching.

The vampire nodded.

This is what the vampires want, someone attacked the House of Grande, and the vampires are not ready to let it go. Torturing interrogation? That's just foreplay. He wants revenge and makes the hunters pay for it. But he still needs a reason, a reason why neither Old Hank nor Benjamin will say much to stop him.

'This is a customer's request, why should I refuse?'

If you ask me, why did the vampire suddenly turn black? No, no, he was never white. Every human decision, behavior. It's all done under the influence of the rest of the Grande House, who needs to accommodate the overflowing compassion of the werewolf Benjamin, take care of the unusually fragile nerves of the banshee Alice, and keep his oath to old Hank to protect the Grande House.

Now, let's see, where is Benjamin, where is Alice, where is Old Hank, and only one vampire who 'glows' because he has replenished a lot of food before going out.