Zach adjusted his breathing before getting into the car.

It's really just a metaphor, breathing is useless for vampires, and keeping this action is just a 'habit' left over from when they were still humans.

If you think about it, we don't usually remember that we are breathing, and we are too accustomed to the neglect of the guide. Vampires are just forgetting to get rid of this 'slight' 'habit' that even humans themselves don't remember.

As Zach once said to Ian, this is nothing more than an anthropomorphic version of the vampire controlling the heartbeat and blood flow, something that humans can't do.

Anyway, Zach did so, then got on the bus, left a twisted figure on the bus to make it easier for the driver and conductor to observe the passengers, and finally sat in the corner.

Zach felt that he was wasting some energy, and on a midsummer afternoon, it was a bus to the South District, and there were not many passengers on the bus at all, so it was better to use the Charm Pupil.

But on second thought, this new skill will have to be mastered sooner or later, and it will be used as practice.

Zach looked out the window and shook his head, James didn't seem ready to send him back in the first place. Zach was completely lying on the comfortable seat and panning east-west for a distance, and the current bus didn't even get to Paising.

Well, understandable. James was being arrested and given away by his colleagues, and there was no need to go to Grande again, and he was despised by Grande's alien race. Think about how Louise, the only person with whom Grande could hold James, would look at him!

"Paising Activity Center (Paising and the name of the platform to the southeast, east on Ogier Street, west on Route 27, dilapidated to the point where it could be demolished at any moment, Volume 11, Bus 10. The sound of the newspaper station rang out.

This is the last station before the southern boundary of the North Zone. There are not many passengers, but most of them are off here.

But there are also people who come up, a pair, well, for the time being, let's call it a man and a woman.

Zach casually glanced at the two people in the car, both of whom were ordinary people. A young man in his twenties, a middle-aged woman in her forties.

The only thing that is a little strange is that the woman stood in front of the conductor after getting on the bus, rummaging through her wide bag, as if looking for change, "Baby, be a sweetheart, let's find a good spot first." ”

Baby?

Zach certainly doesn't judge randomly, and there are a lot of cases. Zach wasn't so good at scolding strangers at will.

Instead, Zach adjusted his breathing again in the spirit of practicing a new skill. Because the young man shook his head like a big-headed doll in a way that was not suitable for his age, looking around in the empty car. It seems to be very obedient and serious about looking for a 'good' position.

Zach can't guarantee that the other person will not look in the mirror. Practice skills, our vampire Zack, very normal mind.

Sure enough, seeing the man somewhere in the mirror stop, Zach pursed his lips. Adjust my breathing a little more 'forcefully' again, so that the image in the mirror is more stable.

What's the solution? On a midsummer afternoon, the 'good' spot on the bus can only be a corner where the sun doesn't shine, and Zach takes it.

The man winked in the mirror, looked at Zach himself, and winked.

Zach also blinked, meaning. I'm not going to give up my seat, look elsewhere, thank you. ’

The man blinked again, the meaning unclear.

Zach tugged at the corners of his mouth and looked away. It's okay to ignore it.

Zach thinks very well, but the reality is not so good.

The man in the weird cyborg T-shirt came into his sight, stared at Zack's asided head, frowned, and sat down next to Zack.

Zack looked at this 'baby' who was extremely obsessed with the 'good' seat, frowned, turned his head, looked out the window, and continued to ignore, but the scenery around the bus guide who stopped moving temporarily did not change, and Zach was a little bored.

It only took a moment for this boredom to change. Zach could clearly feel his eyes staring at the back of his head, and worst of all, on the back of his neck, he could feel the breath of a certain obsessive 'baby' becoming more and more obvious. That guy is approaching!

Zach turned his head helplessly and saw a pair of staring eyes, almost sticking his own pestle in front of him.

Zach frowned, moved back a little, and spoke, "Sir, it's too close. "Reach out, ready to push this inexplicable guy away......

"Hug, I'm sorry!" the woman's voice sounded, accompanied by the sound of bits and pieces in her bag, and she seemed a little anxious, "I remember I have change with me, can I wait......" she said to the conductor who was already looking impatient in front of her.

Zach and the man next to him were attracted to each other, this was not a bus, it was not an open public space, in fact all the passengers who were still on the bus were looking that way.

The conductor felt the gaze and glanced at the man sitting in the corner, "Sir, don't you have one?"

The man next to Zack stood up, reached into his pants pocket with both hands, turned the entire pocket out, pulled it to the side of his legs and dangled it, showing off the empty pocket, and shook his head in a rattle at the conductor.

The conductor snorted, tugged at the corners of his mouth, opened his satchel, and took out a stack of change, "I can find you, everyone is waiting, hurry up." ”

It seems that Zack is the only one who does not secretly slander strangers. Zach frowned as he watched as the man tucked back into his pockets with actions that did not conform to adult behavior, and sat back down next to him. Zach pursed his lips.

"Okay, okay!" The woman was obviously a little flustered, rummaging through the already messy bag, and with sweat stains on her forehead, she finally took out a handbag, opened it, and flipped out a fifty-odd one in the midst of a heap of thoughts, and handed it out.

The conductor snorted again and motioned to the driver that the bus was moving.

It doesn't end there.

"Look at it! Count it well!" the conductor stuffed the change into the woman's hand one by one.

In the shaking carriage, while packing up the already messed bag, counting the change, and under the gaze of other strangers, this is the work of a wolf. The increasingly anxious woman is proof of this.

But, after all, it's a stranger, and after all, it's just a wolf, and no one will help with anything. The midsummer afternoon is hot enough, everyone has their own irritability, how can a stranger's little encounter provoke their own love, this is stupid.

The bus drove past Paisying and into the South End, and Zach couldn't stop the inexplicable man from staring at him, so he could only look sideways at the retreating Herman factory outside the window.

Herman did a good job, and now there is no sign that it will close, and the metal sound of the workshop can still be heard. I just don't know how long it will last.

Zach felt someone sit down next to him, and Madame wiped the sweat stains from her forehead, and tried to use a relaxed tone as much as possible, "Baby, next time, I have to remind my mother to bring change, otherwise I will always forget it!"

Zach raised an eyebrow, oh, that's the case. Turning around, one of the mother's jobs is to prevent her child from causing trouble to others. Zach leaned forward expectantly, ready to remind the mother of a little precaution.

However, when the woman had finished speaking, she lowered her head, rested her messed bag on her lap, and was finally able to put things in order properly.

Zach looked at the man staring at him next to him, shook his head, and then turned his head sideways again, looking out the window.

Since the two men were two stops away, Zach came to this conclusion because he saw the contents of the woman's messy bag, and Cyrus, who had been waiting for the bus, had brought the same things, plastic pill bottles and prescriptions.

Their destination is already clear, it is the pharmacy next to [Big Q], remember, Cyrus used to be on the same bus as Zack, and this is also the destination.

And Zach's eyesight was good enough that he saw the name of the label on the pill bottle. It's really a coincidence, and it belongs to the same category as the medicine that Cyrus needs to prescribe for his fiancée, not to cure physical injuries, but to control certain ...... Yes, you get the idea.

Zach decided that after such a little time, patience was over. The persistent 'baby' suddenly changed from inexplicable and wonderful to worthy of sympathy.

'Just look at it. Zach thought, indifferently pointing the back of his head at the man.

Zach is really not a good idol. (To be continued......)