In the early morning in Grande's backyard, Jackson, who had stayed behind for the time being, floated beside Ryan, "What is she doing, it's been this night." ”

Mo's eyes were closed, the corners of his eyebrows twitched, he made a pranayama movement one last time, opened his eyes, glanced at the two soul aliens, walked up to the back porch, and said to Zack, who was still holding the radio to change the channel, "If you want me to help Harrison well, no, to, let, people, excuse me!"

Without waiting for the Grandmaster's reply, the female ghost from the Republic entered the house and pretended to need breakfast.

Zach could only tilt his head and beckon to the two boys in the backyard, "You know, you don't occupy a place, it's an advantage, and now Grande doesn't have a spare room for you to occupy, so please play to your strengths and don't disturb others, how about it?"

The two boys ignored Zack and started talking, "Ryan, you're from Reipt High School, right, what does Reipter look like?"

Zach shook his head, he missed Dylan and would just stay in the basement and not bother anyone. However, it is useless to miss it, Dylan's existence has completely disappeared, and there is no room for manoeuvre.

James's car drove into the backyard as promised, and I don't know if it was intentional, the detective deliberately turned around and buried half of Ryan's body in the front of the car.

"Have you had breakfast? Zach greeted James as he got out of the car with a smile on his face.

James's expression was very calm, he got out of the car, first made eye contact with Ryan, who was half stuck in the front of the car, turned his gaze away, and walked directly to Zack, "Who is he talking to?" ”

It's magical, James can see and hear Ryan, but he can't see Jackson talking to Ryan about high school life.

"Jackson Bishop, Blake is here for a few days. Zach replied very directly.

James's chest was slightly elevated, and it was inhaled, perhaps before. This guy's expression turned gloomy, but now, after exhaling, he was still calm, "What's breakfast?" ”

"Republican style breakfast, ink taught Alice. Zach raised an eyebrow, "Douhua." Fritters?" Zach wasn't quite sure if he was pronouncing it correctly.

"What about the 'General'. James didn't seem to be at all curious about what these two oddly sounding foods were, and there was only one explanation for that, and the general's son knew what it was, just as he was not in the least curious about Mo's republican face.

In between conversations, both men walked towards the dining room, and Zach pointed to the basement in the stairwell, "Ready to leave." ”

Before entering the dining room, James temporarily held on to the handrail leading to the basement and glanced down. "What do you want to prepare?"

"Mainly the food. Zach replied casually, "I asked him not to make any big noises in the first few days of his return to the Southeast, so he needs to bring his own food." ”

Ever since James arrived, their conversation has been dangerously unfolding around the alien race. But James didn't 'explode', which is strange.

"I replied to Corson that you weren't sure about the General's recent movements. James withdrew his gaze to the basement and entered the dining room. "He's dug up Aix's background, and he's just a step away from Falken. James was consciously sitting at the table. Put it this way.

Alice held the plate and placed two long golden strips in front of James...... (I don't know how to describe it) and ran back to the kitchen cheerfully, "James, bean curd, salty or sweet?"

"Salty. James glanced at Mo, who was tilting his head to him, and pouted. "I'm a salted bean curd party. ”

Mo smiled, didn't comment, just glanced at Zack with a 'I said it a long time ago' expression.

Zach ignored it, just as Murray had first expressed his doubts about James. But Zach finally put down the radio that didn't get anything to gain. He took the bottle from Louise and filled it to himself, "Why, James, go on, what's going on in the Southeast." ”

After the wedding, Corson approached the Fisher family and was not refused. With the convenience provided by Fisher's surname, the bureau also acquiesced to Cousson's investigation. Let him have patrol support to go to the southeast for a field visit. ”

Zach raised an eyebrow, he didn't quite understand what was between Fisher and Falken. Aix is Falken's man, and Zach doesn't know what the significance of Aix's cargo collapse in Massa Harbor is, which is beyond the scope of information that "Patton Doxxing" can provide, so it can only be put on hold for the time being.

However, the situation in the southeast, with this field visit by Cowson, should be much clearer, "So what is the situation in the southeast?"

"The chaos has subsided. James had already started to chew on food, "the pubs (most of the gangs in the Southeast) are closed......" As he said this, James frowned for the first time since arriving at Grande, not knowing if Alice's breakfast was not to his liking, or if it was what he meant.

It is understandable that the chaos in the southeast is a vicious battle between gangs of all sizes in the southeast, and when the gangs are 'dead', the chaos will naturally subside. It's long enough, it's time to end. Now look at the state of the southeast, this chaos, should be defined by 'cleansing', it is more appropriate.

James paused for a moment, letting the food in his mouth swallow, "The skull is still in business, but Corson says he hasn't found Squill himself. ”

"He must still be alive, and Crowley won't let him die. Zach waved his hand, as if casually giving a conclusion. It's a fact.

"Today, the bureau asked Corson to continue to take people to the southeast for population registration. James took the bean curd from Alice and looked at Zack, "You know what that means." ”

"Of course I do. Zach shook his glass, "The matter representing the southeast is about to be completely over, and the police are carrying out the liquidation work." "Those who were in the chaos of the Southeast, no, purge, those who disappeared, just disappeared.

James retracted his gaze and began to deal with his bean curd, "So Corson can't go the step of discovering Falken at all, the bureau has already made arrangements." ”

Zach raised his eyebrows and looked at James, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, neither good nor evil, "As a rookie police detective, James, it seems that you don't care much about the affairs of the Southeast, so obey the arrangements of the police station?"

James didn't look at Zach, his gaze shifted slightly. After all, it didn't evolve into a gloomy frown and twitching at the corners of his eyes, "You don't have to say this, your copy of "Barton's Doxxing" has long revealed that it is useless for me to care." He shook his head at Douhua, "I don't have time to waste on these things that can't be changed. ”

Zach tilted his head slightly, and James's transformation may have been abrupt. But our vampires know that there is a reason why James Lance appeared in Barton, the easternmost city of the Confederacy! And the reason is definitely not to argue morally with Grande's master, our vampire!

"Do you have time, take a vacation?" Zach smiled and raised his glass, a pure teasing. To be honest, James is very boring now.

"I'm not on vacation. James still tugged at the corners of his mouth. Hey, nature, glanced at Zack, he really didn't understand why Zach, a vampire, always tried to tease him, "It's a regular break." Remember, I have a bi-weekly PTSD mandatory treatment schedule. ”

"Emilia?" Zach blinked, and this was still going on?

"Yes. James shook his head helplessly, "But Emily has been ...... lately," he changed his name. "Dr. Browning was busy herself, so I made a deal with her. ”

Zach shook his glass. "You've made this twice-a-week treatment time your own free time?"

"Twice a week, three hours at a time. James moved his shoulder, "Anyway, the two of us won't cooperate with each other during the treatment, so if we both need this time, we can make an appointment to take a vacation together." ”

Belch. This is a clear exploitation of a loophole in the system! These two restless guys!

"So, where is Emilia now?" James was here, and Zach was actually concerned about the other side.

"How do I know. James waved his hand, "I just don't want to go to the southeast with Curson, so I just want this time." ”

Zach narrowed his eyes. "Don't want to finish your work at the police department, you're coming to Grande?"

"Yes. "James glanced at Zack, he had already told Zach a lot of what Zach wanted to know, and it was his turn to get what he wanted to know," said Toredo of the Demon Feast Alliance. James glanced at the radio that Zach had put aside earlier, "Did you find any news?" ”

Yes, James is asking for news of the aliens! West, news of the vampires of the Feast!

"Nope. Zach pouted, "I'm going to write a letter asking about those radio programs about that Magic Banquet Torredo band. ”

"You don't call the band's company directly. James was absolutely secret, frowning and tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"I did. Zach took a sip of wine, "I can't even pass the PR level." "Hehe, Grande's owner has done such a 'little fan' thing," so I decided to listen to Alice's advice and write to the program team who knew the news. ”

Well, Alice wrote to Cook's Kitchen on that, remember, when it comes to little fans, Alice is better at that. And recently, Alice is preparing to continue writing a letter about the show's proposal, which is to share some republican recipes that suit the tastes of the Federation with Mo's permission......

James shook his head with a 'you're useless' expression, but he kept his head down and chewed his food, and Zach drank 'wine' with his head up, and no one noticed.

"About that Kozil. James spoke again, "You or me, we're going to have someone to remind Amilia." What are you going to do. ”

This brings us to another thing, one thing at the wedding that Zach didn't quite understand what Emilia meant - 'I can protect myself.' I can control people's affairs. These were Amilia's exact words at the time.

At that time, Zach could only understand that Emilia was alluding to something related to the alien race, and she couldn't do anything about it, but she didn't know exactly what she was referring to, and now, Zack knew, with James's help.

"I'm not ready to do anything yet. Zach shook his head and smiled, "I suggest you don't do anything either." It's good to have two free time between you a week. ”

"It's not good. James, who has changed his attitude towards Grande, still has a different opinion from Zach, he frowned, "I've known the Kozil family since I was basically born, and I didn't know they were ...... Aliens, either they're well hidden, or they're dangerous......"

Zach raised his hand to interrupt, because James did change his attitude towards Grande, but, to the alien, James did not. He still rejects other races, but the exclusion is more subtle, and the direction of exclusion has changed, and everyone can slowly understand it.

So before James could say anything that would affect the peaceful breakfast atmosphere, Zach interrupted, "There's a lot you don't know, and you don't know Linda." Zach looked away, saying that he didn't want to talk about Linda, "I have a slight suspicion, if you are interested, you can visit the Morellins family." ”

Zacker's next words may be a hint of an inexplicable suggestion, "Kozil has the support of the Magic Feast and has become a famous men's clothing brand in the Federation, Morrelin, it's a pity." ”

At this point, the conversation between Zach and James will release a lot of information, listen carefully.

"You mean......" James frowned, he thought.

"Think for yourself. Zach waved his hand, it was just his guess, and he didn't want to die, "Ozzy Kozier came to Grande once, and I didn't feel the danger, so there won't be any immediate danger, and Emilia is safe." In my ......," Zach paused, "in us." He looked at James, "I'm not going to do anything until I find out what the Devil's Feast really meant for bringing Kozill to Barton." I suggest you do the same. ”

"The same thing!" James's frowning thought seamlessly turned into irritation, his instinct, "I won't follow my father's (General Lance's) script......!

"Stop. Zach again stopped Jacomes in time for him to say something he would regret himself, "You're talking to me, the real Torredo, in Barton, at the Grande now." Zach raised his glass again, "You didn't go to anyone's script." If we want to really work together, I need my own partner, who has the most basic ability to recognize myself. ”

James stared at Zach as gloomily as if he had regained his nature, and it was not that this malice was unleashed on Zack.

"I don't care what you need. James was silent for a moment and watched Zach empty his glass before speaking, "I just don't want Barton to be the backyard of another Feast like the West!"

Zach poured himself wine again, smiled and touched James's bean curd bowl, and raised an eyebrow, "Me too, partner." (To be continued.) )