Chapter 17: trouble

On Friday morning, Old Hank wiped his works as usual in the showroom, but Alice was not there. ●? 八? 一 中文? Web www.81zw.com ■ The Great Dane swayed abnormally in the Grand House, and occasionally walked slowly into the kitchen and turned around for a long time. Chew something before turning it out. Sit with Old Hank for a while and go back to the kitchen again, and so on.
Alice is teaching Mike cooking, but you can already see the difference between Mike and Alice. Mike's enthusiasm is not in the kitchen. All he wants is experience. So, most Alice said that he made instructions and was mechanical without emotion.
The only thing to be appreciated is that he is rigorous enough, so the Great Dane does not care about the food he eats, and there is no chef's ‘love’.
Today, Matthew arrived late, and strangely, he did not go directly to Benjamin who was in the backyard facing the damp hammock. But with a sad look, he found Zac in the office, "Zaza, Zac!"
Regarding the question of salutation, this was forced by Zach, but every time Matthew called, he would be inexplicable.
Zac raised his eyes, and of course he wouldn't care about the problem of being late, "What's wrong?"
Matthew looked tangled, "I think, um, we should go to the mill."
"What's wrong." Zach closed the newspaper, motioned Matthew to sit down, and asked again.
Matthew sat down a little, because he didn't know how to describe what he knew. ? ◆? Bayi Chinese? Net. ww.8.11zw.com ★ "Well, the man at the mill yesterday, well, is the prisoner you brought back to prison ..." Matthew grimaced.
"What's wrong with him?" Zac guided without impatience and patience.
"He, uh, he's Brill's brother." Matthew glanced at Zac and scratched his head. "Do you know Brill?" Zac shook his head, he didn't know everyone in the Southern District.
After Matthew's pile of neighbors, friends, cousins ​​... finally, this Brielle had such a slight relationship with Matthew.
Zac shook his head. "What's wrong with her?"
Matthew ’s head did n’t know what caused it to hang down,
The prison did n’t inform Brill at all. The news of his brother ’s death.

Zac frowned slightly, ‘The Best Warden in Barton City’, huh.
"It was Madison who wanted to at least inform his family, so he sent someone to say it." Matthew looked up. There was a little relief on his face. It can already be seen that this simple guy is standing on that side. Presumably, like those neighbors, friends, and cousins, he is full of anger at Barton Prison, and at the Grand Mill, eh. It should not be appreciated. Otherwise, Matthew wouldn't say this to Zac.
"When Brill arrived at the mill, the corpse was cremated. ◆ ● Bayi? Chinese? Website www.81zw.com ▼ is it?" Zack asked.
"Well." Matthew nodded, and the expression on his face bitter again.
"But Brill wants to bury." Zac reasoned reasonably.
Matthew nodded again.
"They found you?" Zach shook his head slightly and asked.
Matthew shook his head and became nervous. "They didn't look for me, but they told me, it was ..." The initial sorrow returned to his face, "It's a notice. They went directly to the mill."
"They didn't bring a and a shovel?" Zac asked lightly.
Matthew smiled bitterly, not knowing how to respond.
Zac folded the newspaper. Stand up and raise your eyebrows, this is also a new problem caused by the private funeral industry and cremation, it is really troublesome, "Go and call Benjamin, I don't want Madison to make my impression worse.
Matthew already ran to the side door when he nodded. Grande was his second home. He didn't want people around him to misunderstand Grande.
Zach shook his head with a smile, and could not completely blame Barton Prison, when the two parties confirmed the contract. I did not expect to give the deceased the right to choose. It was entirely in his own interest. I'm afraid even Anthony didn't think about it.
When he walked out of the office, Mike also came, "I will go too."
Zac raised an eyebrow. No rejection.
The van left Grand House and went to the mill. As Highway 27 turned east, Matthew clearly became nervous, sitting in the back seat and leaning back and forth, trying to see the front. He didn't know very well what kind of battle the people going to the mill would have, if Zac said he brought a and a shovel. That would be terrible.
Things that worried Matthew didn't happen. The mill was quiet except for a few practical small trucks that were common in the South.
The four got out of the car and walked directly into the mill. Before they entered the office, they heard the voice of Madison.
"We are sorry to have such a thing, but all I can do is to return the ashes to Miss Brill. If you really want to insist on burial, you can contact Grande again. Or I can contact, but it is not free of."
"This is wrong! How can this be!" The strange man's voice said, "You were cremated without our consent! This is your fault! Why correct us for your mistakes!"
Zac pushed away from the office, and the crowd at the door turned around suspiciously, looking at the four people who suddenly appeared.
Zac smiled helplessly, Madison's overly rustic office was full of people, and the smoke was so full that the people inside were covered in misty smoke, unclear.
Fortunately, the vampire didn't resent the smoke, but politely said to borrow it, and walked to Madison's desk.
Madison narrowed his eyes and tried to distinguish the people who were close in the mist. "Uh, Mr. Grande, you are here."
Madison's unexcited tone made Zac even more helpless. I'm here to save you, can't you be happy?
"Are you the Grande?" The person who spoke to Madison looked at Zac. He looked like he was in his thirties, with a sturdy body and a thick cocoon on his palm that he had worked for a long time. But he was obviously not a rude person. He stood up from his chair, and although his expression was still angry, he extended his right hand, "Arthur Ceres."
"Cyrus. Zacary Grande." Zac smiled and took the other's right hand, and his left hand stretched forward, supporting the other's right elbow, which brought the two bodies closer together. Zac's left hand patted Serris's arm gently, as if comforting, and there was a trace of regret on the expression on his face, "I'm sorry for this kind of thing."
If such physical movements can solve the problem at hand, then the group of people will have no position at all. However, vampires have established the most important foundation in communication-goodwill. So, you can show Seris in the "Fog" frowned and looked away at Zac. "It's not sorry for me, it's Brielle. It's her brother."
Zac looked at the corner of the office along the eyes of the people around him. In the mist, a black figure sat silently there. (To be continued.)