"Mr. Quinn's funeral is actually in the hands of you Grande!" Old Ford's entire body was buried behind the stacked hills of Wen Jiàn, which is the number of Wen Jiàn information that the real funeral owner has. The cemetery was reclaimed by the government, which had an impact on every funeral industry, and the Ford Funeral Home, which once had the largest cemetery, had the greatest impact.

Benjamin looked out the window, where King (James) and a group of workers were loading Gabriel's statue into the werewolf's van. Benjamin smiled and responded, "Our cemetery in Barton South is the farthest from the city center, and no one cares about it, so naturally there is no need for the city government to take it back." ”

The City of Barton reclaimed the cemetery for the purpose of building a new residential area. For example, the southern district of Grande, located on the outskirts of the city and close to the prison, naturally had no market, so it became the only surviving cemetery in Barton City. Mrs. Quinn wanted a traditional funeral, and the Grande House was the only place to go.

"It's okay!" Ford poked his head out of the text, and looked out the window with some caution: "Those reporters who have been exploring around lately can also disperse!"

Benjamin also noticed this, and there were scattered reporters around the [Ford Funeral Home], crouching outside with bulky cameras, and people who came in and out were always harassed by them, all about the Quinn family's funeral.

It seems that in the North End of Barton, word of Mr. Quinn's death has spread. After all, it is a representative of the older generation in Barton City, and the media seems to be very **.

Benjamin casually picked up a piece of paper, densely packed with lists, records, and accounts...... Ford snatched Benjamin's hand and glared at Benjamin: "What are you doing!

Benjamin only then realized the real reason why Ford was afraid of those reporters, but he didn't break it, scratching his beard-covered cheek: "Can I make a call?"

Ford angrily removed the text on the desk, exposed the phone, pushed it in front of Benjamin, and said, "Are you trying to beat the idea of the stone in our warehouse? Anyway, we don't need it here, we can give it to you! But I can't guarantee that the phone will get through!"

Benjamin picked up the earpiece and inserted his fingers into the round dial. Boom, dial turn, click, dial turn, ......click, click, dial turn, click, dial

Ford was still babbling, "Patton Telecommunications said that he would send someone to check this morning, it seems to be called Fitz or something, it's almost eleven o'clock now......!

Benjamin had automatically blocked out Ford's complaints because the phone was on.

"Grande Funeral Home, is there anything we can do to help you?" came an unusually sweet voice.

Benjamin gets goosebumps, and only later realizes that it is Louise.

"Where's Zack?"

"Is there anything you can do? Mr. Grande is ......"

"It's me, Benjamin!"

"Oh, wait a minute. Louise's voice finally became normal.

Benjamin looked at Ford awkwardly and explained, "New here." ”

Ford pouted and continued to bury his head in the text.

"Benjamin, did you get the statue?"

"Roger. I'm here at Ford right now, and they still have a lot of useless stele statues in their warehouse, so why don't you take them together? Ford is willing to give them to us. ”

"You'll drag it yourself!" Ford shouted as he looked up, making sure Zach on the phone could hear him.

Zach: "That's great! Thank you, Mr. Ford, for me!"

Benjamin smiled at Ford and continued to speak into the phone, "That's fine." By the way, don't let Louise answer the phone again!"

"Hehe......"

Benjamin put the phone away and pushed it back. Outside the window, Jin had already sat in the passenger seat and looked this way. Benjamin stood up, thanked Ford slightly, and prepared to take his leave.

A man in worker's attire pushed Ford's office open, followed by a thin young man with messy red hair and a freckle-free face.

"Mr. Ford, the guys from Barton Telecommunications are here. ”

"Hmph!" Ford glanced at and pointed to the phone on the table: "Is it finally here? It's no problem to make an inconsequential call just now! Once it's an important call, you can't get through! What's going on with you!"

Benjamin shrugged, ignoring Ford's banter, and consciously stepped away and walked out.

Ford seemed to be angry: "You, you, you, Fitz, whatever! I'm going to complain about you!"

"I'm not Fitz, Fitz is on leave, I'm David......"

"David, I don't care about taking a leave of absence or anything! David and Fitz! I'm going to complain about you two!"

Benjamin exited the office.

As soon as he got into the car, Jin, who was covered with dust because of the use of the statue, had already buckled his seat belt and anxiously urged: "Why is it so long, hurry up, we should go to the Barton Police Station!"

Benjamin slowly buckled up his seatbelt and started the truck, "What's the hurry, have you figured out what you're going to do if you run into another James?

Kim was speechless for a while.

Benjamin spun the steering wheel and slammed his radio as usual.

"What would you do?" Kim asked rhetorically, wondering why vampires and werewolves were interested in attacking his aliens. Protecting the citizens of Barton? Kim doesn't think so.

"Yes. Benjamin dragged out his voice: "Take him back to Grande, and ask why he's coming to Barton." ”

"You're not going to kill, uh, or get rid of him?" Kim was a little surprised.

"It depends. Benjamin frowned: "If he just wants to live quietly like me and Zach and Alice, the Grande House can have another brother." ”

Jin looked at the werewolf with an incredulous expression, and at this time he also remembered that in the conversation between the three of them in the early morning, the vampire and the werewolf did not say anything about killing or eliminating the 'monsters' that were causing chaos in Barton City!

Kim realizes that these two aliens are not concerned about the people in Barton City, but their own safety in Barton City! Just like wolves hiding in the flock, the exposure of individuals will cause the entire flock to be vigilant, and the Grande House cares about their own safety!

"What if he's not like you?" asked King.

"Kill. The werewolf shrugged.

Half an hour later, Patton Police Station.

Benjamin stood at the reception where no one was around, looking in.

Normally, there would be uniformed police officers to receive you here, but today it seems that there are none. Not only that, Benjamin walked through the reception and looked in, and there didn't seem to be a few detectives in civilian clothes inside the police station, but the officers walked by in a hurry with heavy duties.

Unbeknownst to Benjamin, the Cologne commissioner had given the detectives of the Barton North General Office a holiday early this morning, and now only the officers who maintain daily policing are working.

No one paid attention to Benjamin, who wondered if he should just go in and explore for himself.

"Hey, sir, is there anything I can do to help you?" Benjamin felt someone behind him pat him, and when he turned around, a short policewoman walked by with a bunch of Wen Jiàn in her arms, and struggled to open the door at the front desk, trying to get in.

Benjamin reached out to help her push the door open, picked up a few fallen papers, and handed them to the policewoman who was already sitting behind the front desk: "I'm looking for James Lance." ”

Benjamin noticed that the height difference between the policewoman standing up and sitting in front of him was negligible, and immediately consciously took a step back. The werewolf knew that his size was sometimes stressful, and he looked around and reached out to scratch his head: "But, it seems that I didn't see him." ”

"Thank you!" the policewoman calmed down her breathing a little quickly, brushed away the hair scattered in front of her forehead, showed a smile, first expressed her gratitude to Benjamin, and then asked, "Are you looking for Lance Detective?"

"Oh!" Benjamin rubbed his right hand on his coat a few times and reached out to the policewoman, "We served in the same unit, we used to be friends. I heard that he came to work at the Barton Police Department, so I came to take a look. ”

The policewoman smiled and held Benjamin's hand, which had not become very clean even if it had been wiped on his body, rough but wide and warm, and nodded clearly, 'Was', past tense?

"Didn't he come today?" said Benjamin, who was an honest veteran, and asked what he wanted to ask.

The policewoman shook her head with some regret: "I'm sorry, he just left with his partner half an hour ago." ”

"A detective's life must be busy. Benjamin pursed his lips, smiled a little disappointedly, and stepped back to make a gesture of leaving. He knows that the contrast between appearance and expression is the most useful weapon for women.

"Wait!" Sure enough, the policewoman stopped the man who could only 'leave the scene gloomily' after the former second-generation comrade-in-arms of the second generation of officials, but no one cared about his own decline, and could only "leave the scene gloomily": "You can leave a message, I can tell him for you!"

Benjamin stopped, made a thoughtful look, and finally shook his head, "No need......" and turned around to leave.

"Wait!" The policewoman's voice became visibly anxious, and the woman ...... "You can leave the number, I can guarantee that he will call you!"

Benjamin stopped again, his dark brown eyebrows furrowed together, as if he was engaged in a fierce battle of ideas.

The policewoman breathed a sigh of relief and decided to add some material: "You know that the detectives have been busy with the missing cases these days, so there is very little free time, and it is normal for Detective Lance to neglect to contact his former friends." ”

The girl comforted Benjamin instead.

Benjamin suppressed the guilt of deceiving the kind policewoman in his heart, nodded, walked back to the reception desk, and looked at the policewoman with gratitude, "Then thank you, do you have a pen and paper?"

The policewoman pulled out a pen and a stack of sticky notes from the front pocket of her uniform and handed it to Benjamin. Benjamin took it, wrote down the phone number of [Grande Funeral Home], signed 'ss' (shape-r), handed it to the policewoman, and said with some embarrassment: "This is where I work, I live there." ”

The policewoman carefully put away the phone, and when she wanted to say something more, Benjamin had already turned away, leaving a broad back.