Chapter 7: Non-worshippers

Moment humming outside the Grand House, from far and near, a moment later Old Hank led a man into the office. ? Eight? One ● ● Chinese website www.8.1zw.com?
Hank surprisingly didn't scold or humiliate the guests, and after he brought someone, he silently returned to the exhibition room and continued to wipe the coffin every day.
The person who came was black, with only white cuffs on the cuffs, a silver cross on the collar of the round neck shirt, and a meticulous comb with a slightly gray head. This is a priest, priest Constantine, who is resident in the church in the northwest of the tomb of the Grand House.
Zac stood up, opened the seat for the priest, and slightly apologized, put away the glass on the desk.
Constantine smiled and saluted Grande's master, and sat down, "Mr. Grande doesn't need to change his habits because of my arrival. Just don't be alcoholic, it will have a negative impact on life."
Zac's eyes swept through the silver light on the priest's collar and smiled and said, "Still, this is not a good habit." After sitting back at the desk, Zac asked inquiringly, "Is there anything going on with the priest today?"
Today is the Sunday. Most of the people who pray in the Southern District are elderly people who do not need to work. When there is nothing to do, faith becomes the most important part of life. Of course, they would not go to the church next to the cemetery to pray, but to the Gospel Church where the church is located in the east.
The church in the northwest of the tomb of Grande House had only long-term priest Constantine, two priests and several nuns stationed.
There was a trace of apology on Constantine ’s face,
I ’m afraid that this afternoon ’s funeral will be postponed. When the nuns are preparing for the morning, the offering platform in front of the altar has cracked and collapsed. ．Ww.81zw.com? We have called the church to ask someone to repair it, but today is a Sunday, they can only come over in the afternoon. "
Zac was surprised. The pedestal is a ladder-shaped wooden cabinet, placed on both sides of the altar with the statue of the Son, and rows of candles are usually placed on it. "No one is injured, is the statue of the Son not damaged?"
Constantine nodded with a smile and drew a cross on his chest, thanking Zac for his concern, "No one was injured, and the statue of the Son was not damaged. It was just that the desk was a bit rotten because of its age."
Zac relaxed a bit, opened the drawer, and pulled out a document. He made an appointment for the funeral this afternoon. Zac did not offer to help, because all the items in the church are under the control of the church, ordinary people can fund, but there are no qualification changes, including maintenance.
Zac smiled at Constantine: "I'll explain, I think the other party will understand."
Constantine still has an apology on his face. He knows that the recent funeral is not a real funeral, but a tomb removal. Most of the tomb-removing customers are directly transferred to the Grand House's branch (mill) in the east for cremation. Those who will come to the Grand House to request burial are some famous big names.
These days, there will be a fake funeral ceremony every day. As the church administrator, Father Constantine himself knows that their church appointment has been scheduled for next week. ? August ■? Chinese ▲ Wen Wang www.81zw.com? A postponement means that every game will be postponed.
Zac looked at Constantine's look and smiled: "Father, don't worry, it's not difficult for those in the West End to make provisional new churches."
Constantine raised his eyebrows, thought about it, and nodded helplessly.
Zac started calling customers. This process was not as easy as Zac said. After all, the funeral was determined at least three days in advance. The invitation letter and arrangement were already arranged in advance, and suddenly changed on the day, making this less pleasant event even more unpleasant.
Father Constantine did not make Zac too embarrassed and explained in person. No one will be angry with a priest, and this matter is so settled.
Although Zac, our vampire, didn't play any role because of his telephone contact, Father Constantine said thanks before leaving.
Watching the priest leave, Zac was relieved, and the afternoon time was vacated. Although Quest's "additional" commission has not yet come, it is understandable that the vampire investigated in advance.
Zac wanted to go out with Benjamin before noon to investigate the names on the list James gave. However, Zach hadn't been able to drag the Werewolf out of bed, and the owner of the list came.
Benjamin narrowed his hazy eyes, glanced at James with a sullen face, and lay back on the bed again. "Don't talk here, go out."
Zac left the warehouse helplessly and walked to the office. "James, as a detective, you always seem to leave your partner alone and act alone. Is that really okay?"
A band-aid was ridiculously attached to the bridge of James' nose, and his lips were pursed: "Today is a Sunday, and Coulson is going to pray."
Zac raised an eyebrow. "Is Cursen a holy bishop?"
"It's none of your business." James seems to realize now that he doesn't have to explain his actions to the vampire.
Zac squinted at James and turned around, not entering Grande's house.
"Where are you going?" James was already standing on the back porch of the Grand House, but saw Zack walking directly to his car parked in the backyard.
"Keep up, James." Zac didn't look back and opened the back door. "You drive."
James frowned, but he could not treat the vampire, he just got on the car obediently.
"Where to go." James subconsciously looked at the vampire sitting in the back seat from the rearview mirror. Apparently, he couldn't see anyone except his back seat and had to turn around with his seat belt.
Zac took out the list and casually pointed to one: "Here."
James frowned, moved the car, and drove away from Grand.
"The disappearance of the Quest couples was done by aliens." James looked at the blank in the rearview mirror and shook his head, trying to shake off the irritability.
There was no sound behind him, and for a moment, James thought no one was in the back seat.
"Answer me!" It seems that shaking his head does not dispel irritability, and James's eyebrows are tighter. The knuckles of his steering wheel were white, and the car was already moving. He did n’t want to turn around to stare at the vampire. He could only stare at the empty rearview mirror.
"Sunshine," Zach said lazily.
James was unable to speak for a while, and he reopened after a long time, "Quirts ..."
"Just James." Zach's voice came from behind, "I really have nothing to tell you, because I don't even know it myself, otherwise I won't be lucky by your list."
"but……"
"I know, I know." Zach seemed to have little energy to circle James. "Are you trying to say that the way they appear is too weird? There are not many, but not many, things that can do this. For example Papa ’s midnight witchcraft, even Spella can do it. So James, do n’t ask me, you can leave your energy to the guys we will meet next. "
James took a few deep breaths and stopped asking questions, not because he listened to the vampire, but because he had heard the swallowing sound behind him. Vampires are supplementing food to dispel the lethargy. And James knew that the best food for vampires was humans.