Vol 3 Chapter 11: Make up

Near midnight, okay, in the closed top floor, Zach does not have any accurate concept of time. The timekeeper is an inexplicable ‘person’. August 1 ?? Chinese W? W? W. 81ZW. COM
This 'person' has been here for a long time, and Zac is not sure how he came in. He didn't speak, watching Zac silently, occasionally waving at the silver-filled closed ceiling, showing a night and starlight, and then pinched his fingers as if he was calculating something, and then continued to watch Zac busy.
Tell me what Zac is doing.
Zac gave the former Toledo brothers the respect they deserved.
The container used only to carry the blood of the second generation of Toledo, the former Toledo messenger, has been removed from the third cockpit door and placed on a temporary table.
Just like Zac ’s grand funeral home, he occasionally personally treated the dead body, such as stitching wounds, such as placing fillers, such as covering blemishes ...
Zac is doing something similar. It's just something special. This is a vampire body, and it does not make much sense to repair human remains. Zac spends a lot of time dismantling connections and placing silver objects on the Toledo messenger.
This process does not make the vampire feel comfortable-no matter how thick Zak wears gloves, silver pipes and internal organs, it still affects Zack's senses.
And it ’s not a rough job to deal with the deceased ’s body, right, it ’s about what the deceased looks like to say goodbye to the world, right? Still when Zac had special respect for the dead, Zac wanted to be perfect.
So, the gloves were also lost, the coat was also taken off, the sleeves were rolled up, and it was bare. The skin is in contact with all uncomfortable things, silver, sticky, broken bones, soft meat ...
This is a difficult process.
The ceiling was waved again by the inexplicable ‘person’, revealing night.
Zach also successfully pulled out the appendix like a stone and left it aside. When the open body in front of him began to close under the action of blood, he looked up at the night that appeared on the ceiling. "It's so late ? "Yes sigh.
There was no response, the inexplicable ‘human’ fingers were moving at regular points, calculating what.
Zac frowned and looked at this guy. Obviously, this is a Republican. The bone structure that is different from the Federals has already shown this, but besides that, Zac does n’t know anything about this guy. , "Will you speak?"
The man glanced at Zac, his lips didn't move, he continued to move his fingers, waved his hand, the night that was seen through the ceiling disappeared, and stood there quietly.
Zac shook his head and didn't want to stretch his hand into the body on the table again for a moment, he needed to relax.
Zac looked sideways at the appendix that had just been thrown out, and when he pouted, it was as if he said to himself, "Can you believe that the magic feast has not even let this useless organ go."
Do n’t forget, Oz Kozier said, this messenger is the most ‘expensive’, every organ in his body is silver.
The inexplicable republican did not respond. Zac continued to say to himself, "Lessenbra really collects me, and has done a lot of work, hehe." Sneered, "I guess he really has a clear distinction between collectibles and real people, that is the 'Ye' Like Mr., I appreciate sculptures and scrolls, but I definitely do n’t want to make a real dragon ... "Is n’t it, Lesenbull used these disgusting inhuman ways to get the accessories of these combination" Zac ", just because he was looking for Not really Zac, no, because he did n’t want to really make Zac. This is also the difference between Zack's resurrection of Zagar and the manufacturing of Zagel by Lesenbra. The collections that Lesenbra wants are incomplete, such as sculptures and things like flowers that can only be enjoyed, not Zach ...
Everyone can slowly realize the difference, and the quiet Republican has spoken.
"Ye Gong & &% ￥ # 龙 & ￥ ##."
"Sorry, what did you say?" Zac looked at the Republican. Zac couldn't understand the other's language, it was Republican. The only thing Zac understood was the two nouns Mo mentioned when Grande asked Mo about this story.
The republican stopped talking.
Zac waved his hands, forget it.
Only forget it. How to describe it. Um ... so to speak, when this guy suddenly appeared here, Zach had some actions, regular actions, vigilance, defense, attack, temptation ... the other party gave no response, almost standing in a gesture of disregard Watch Zac do these unproductive moves there.
So, Zac at least understands that this guy is not malicious, even if there is, Zac can't stop it, so forget it.
Continue to put your hand on the body of Toledo Courier, and all the silver organs in the dispel have been removed, as the vampire's self-healing ability becomes more and more smooth. But Zac was still very careful, seriously feeling the skin under his own touch, looking for silver residue.
After finishing this, Zac revived like a man facing the enemy, raised his hand and pressed the head of the Toledo messenger. As Oz said, the brain is also silver.
Fingertips begin to stretch. Zac's hands moved up, down, left, and right in front of his head. Zac didn't know where to start. Zac didn't want to accidentally let his long time work go to waste, killing the other party by mistake. Chop, something that has long been recorded in Madison ’s "How to Kill a Vampire Daquan" ...
Zac inks for a long time, and finally puts his fingertips on the upper jaw of his head.
The Republicans moved.
Zac pouted, a little helpless, "Please don't move, affect me ..."
As if the other party ignored him, the Republican opened the door.
Zac's hand came back, and it was impossible to open the skull, because there was a head that Zac wanted to open, and appeared at the door. A mop-like shape swayed with the head and walked into the closed attic to be covered.
Papa at midnight.
It's midnight.
"I can help you with this ~" Standing next to Zac, "Wow ~ beautiful ~" Uh, "Torido's messenger ~ tell me, the current Torredo clan ~" Zac, "What do you have What's your special preference, why is Toredo's people all such handsome and beautiful guys ~ "
"Why are you here, Papa at midnight." It is one thing to calmly, the question should be asked, and only, expect, the other party will answer truthfully. Feel this helpless.
"Don't you need a translator ~" Papa replied at midnight.
Zac opened his mouth, closed his eyes, and glanced across the Republican's face, who was still standing there quietly, hum, Zac had nothing to say.
"Let me, please ~" Papa gestured at midnight.
Zac frowned, and only allowed the position of the opening skull.
Papa replaced Zac's position at midnight, bending over, and any thick, frizzy braids draped over the body on the stone platform. I don't know if it's stained or it's because his natural hands pinched the jaw of the body on the stone platform, shaking it from side to side, as if observing.
Zac waited for a while, although Papa acknowledged that Zac is now the identity of the Toledo clan at midnight, huh, but the status is still not equal, and the upcoming dialogue, Zac cannot start.
Papa raised a finger at midnight, pryed his head open, and began to reach in ...
enough. Zac ignored his status, "You said translation, then, translation."
Without being influenced by Zac, his fingers were still deep into the mouth of his head. Looking at the bones that Pappa slightly agitated at the back of his hand at midnight, he was pulling ... "What anxious ~"
"Without your help ..." Zac was about to squeeze Papa's midnight as he was 'blasphemy' on his body.
"& % ￥ ..." The Republican guy said.
Papa looked up at midnight and his body pushed by Zac was still. "He said, thank you. You want him to express his gratitude, and he will come."
Is this worth something inexplicable, no?
Since he couldn't stop Papa from midnight, Zac gave up. It wasn't Zac's first time to give up Papa's midnight anyway. Zac looked at the Republicans, "So it's you, stealing fuel from Barton's funeral industry, and stealing 'goods' from Fisher's boat." Finally, this is a little speechless, "Also you, go to Qwest's heart stock Sprinkle ashes. "
The Republicans did n’t speak, Papa at midnight, "It ’s him, it ’s him ~~"
Zac ’s expression did n’t steal Papa ’s midnight, but a sticky nausea sound accompanied by a seemingly vomiting reaction. At the same time, along with Papa ’s finger lifted from the mouth of his head at midnight, he started flowing from Silver out!
Zac frowned and looked at Papa at midnight, no longer so much, approaching Papa directly at midnight, and re-pressed the head of his once Toledo brothers, sideways. All the openings provided on the head began to flow out of silver, mouth, nostrils, eyes, ears ...
Papa was conscious this time at midnight, pushed away a little, held his head, squatted on the side, and once again observed Zac ’s silver face flowing sideways,
I ’m curious about the magic feast Put the silver into it ~ Craniotomy? How brutal ~ "
Zac didn't want to respond to this mockery. Craniotomy is also Zac's initial plan. Oh, vampires must admit that there are some things that are not as good as witchcraft.
The republican spoke again. Papa ’s midnight translation was worse than Mexico ’s. Until the Republicans said a whole bunch, the guy shook his head and glanced at Zach, saying,
He said a bunch of irrelevant things, do n’t use Mind it. "Uh.
Zac ’s speechless gaze just looked at the Republicans, and Papa stood up at midnight, blocking Zac ’s line of sight.
We should talk ~
No matter whether Zac is in a mood, Papa grinned at him at midnight. The two rows of teeth, "Hehe ~ Now that you have seen this 'person', how do you like him? Do you regret it?"
"Sorry for anything." Zac calmly.
"Forget it? No. Don't you remember what I suggested to you at Detective (Lance) 's house ~" Papa was playing a game at midnight-a game that blocked Zac's sight. Zac turned his head, and his mop head moved with it. Zac lowered his head, and his mop head bent down. "You let Barton's funeral business stop. I will give you a republican god, he is ~"
Zac didn't look away anymore, looking at Papa at midnight, "No, there's nothing to regret, republican god, it's not unusual."
Papa raised an eyebrow at midnight and actually said, "Thank you ~~" He regarded this as Zac's praise for him, and, "Ha! I want to translate this sentence for him ~" Zac said that the republican is not strange, "&% ￥ # ......"
Never mind.
The Republicans listened to Papa at midnight and glanced at Zac, still expressionless, and answered.
Papa turned back at midnight with a disappointed look, "What he said doesn't matter." Poor translation.
The liquid silver had gathered at Zac's feet. Zac repositioned his head, looking at the closed eyes that were sunken in the cranial cavity after discharging something that should not be inside, too lazy to ignore Papa's midnight, The mood began to be complicated
Those eyes opened, extremely slow, and the depression seemed to be raised, returning to where the eyeballs should be.
Zac's former Toledo brothers woke up.
No, it's not really awake. Just opened, watching Zac just above his line of sight, motionless.
Papa looked at it for a while at midnight, "Oh ~ what are you expecting ~ his blood has been cleared by Lesenblah ~ his brain is growing again ~ he knows nothing, he will do nothing ~ than Newborn babies are still babies ~ "Papa seemed to be happy at midnight." At least the baby will hurt the air for the first time and cry. He won't even breathe ~ "Because he is a vampire," He just gives the heart a beating plant ... "
Papa didn't finish at midnight, because Zac's eyes were red.
"You are Toredo's messenger." In fact, you don't need to say it specifically. The pupil of charm is already playing. Zac just wants to interrupt Papa's midnight chatter. "You were shouldered when the Toredo clan faced a crisis. Awaken the ancestors and save the clan. "
Zac's eyes also began to turn red.
Zach continued, "You have failed, you have failed very thoroughly. Toledo is destroyed, and again, look at you now ..."
Papa raised her eyebrows at midnight, ready to say something but stopped for a while, because, Zach started, simple, cut.
Regarding the grooming of the deceased, the final step is naturally the burial after farewell.
At this moment, Zac's labor, which took up a lot of time, disappeared into nothing, and no blood stains spattered out. A pile of collapsed dust raised a trace of dust on the temporarily built table.
Papa still spoke at midnight. The word "wasted ~" was annoying. "I didn't expect you to be in this role ~"
Zac didn't bother to take care of it, patted the dust on his hands, and looked at Papa at midnight, "Are you still having something?"
"In addition to confirming that you have no regrets?" Papa asked back at midnight with a smile, "You probably don't understand what this republican can do, believe me, wait for you to know, after your meeting ..."
Was interrupted, a string of republican words that Zac couldn't understand.
The smile on Papa's face at midnight disappeared, and he turned to the Republicans and returned a bunch of republican words.
The republican language seems to be arguing about something.
Zac actually didn't understand how these two guys could stand here and talk, shouldn't they be enemies? After all, this republican "God" wants to frustrate illegal workers because Papa transformed them at midnight.
But these doubts could not be solved for the time being, as if the disputed dialogue had passed, Papa flicked the mop at midnight and glanced at Zach, "Oh ~ It's a pity ~ see you next time ~" disappeared with the Republic .