Chapter 12: Non-human

"We still need the name. Bayi? ■? Chinese? Net www.81zw.com?" Zach twirled the beer can on the table. "Apart from you, who are threatened to record."
Dylan said a name, the first "accidental" deceased, "You already know, you also need ..." Dylan frowned as if to find an accurate word, "Do you call him out?"
"Depending on the situation." Zac bent his lips and asked, "Does he know more?"
"No." Dylan replied, "I'm here, see him." He is still debugging his experience, but his adaptation process has been very impressive, "He is more clueless than me. More angry. "
Zach smiled and shook his head. "Then there is no need. Let me focus more on the people who are still alive. Who do you know?"
"Ted." Dylan said another name, but his expression was not so good. "It's a security guard, he was the first to be missing." Then Dylan was silent.
At this time, it is very foolish to ask why my colleague disappeared without alarm. Smith himself has admitted that he did not find the person who bought him. The process of trying to find out is estimated to have been carried out on the security guard. After finding nothing, he decided to eliminate the trouble.
Zac gave Dylan some time to deal with his emotions and continued to ask, "So is there still?"
"Michelle." Then Dylan hesitated for a long time before speaking again. His expression was extremely reluctant. "She is different from us." This refers to the security guard Ted, who is missing from the two of them. "She works below and is a technician."
Zac nodded. Dylan's hesitation is normal. The Michelle in his mouth is still alive, which means that she has not been exposed, but she can communicate in different workplaces. It means that the relationship between Dylan and Michelle is private. If Zac and Benjamin find her in a hurry, it is likely that her secret will be exposed and the heart will be renewed.
Zac thought for a while. What Dylan said about working below should be the secret affairs that Smith wanted to conceal under the warehouse. Then Michelle is the real core, no matter who started the whole thing. Michelle is probably the ace.
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Zack knocked on the table. "Then Michelle is the only one." Light green eyes looked at Benjamin, exchanging glances.
"You can't just go find her!" Dylan excited. Still wanting to speak, stopped by Zac's raised finger.
"After going through these." Zach raised his eyebrows and spread his hands to Dylan suspended on the round table, meaning to let him look at himself. "You should expand your thinking. Make sure she won't end up with you." , Easy for us. "
Dylan looked at the two people from side to side and stopped talking.
After the vampire and the werewolf exchanged their eyes, the two of them stood up after reaching a consensus, and Zac clapped his hands, "Okay. It was a pleasure to talk to you. As a thank you, I do n’t think we need to trouble our already tired friend , Sent you back. You are free. "
Zac walked to the window behind the restaurant and opened the curtains. The vampire's arm was in front of his narrowed eyes, and the white sunlight penetrated Walter's house.
The dust in the air fluttered on the candle heart of the candle on the round table, and the blue translucent soul was wrapped in sunlight, reflecting the blue halo like halo. The limitation of candlelight is broken, and for Dylan, the world that was so familiar to him once again opened the door to its welcome.
Zac looked at Dylan's dull face. He smiled and continued, "I can show you the way to Mary's Church. Said Grad asked you to find a woman named Crowley, there was a surprise. It was our grande's compensation for your death. "
This is nothing to admit, the Grand House did nothing, and then Dylan died tragically and 'accidentally'. It's just that, as Zac and Benjamin talked to before, the people of Grand House don't think they have any responsibility.
Dylan opened his mouth slightly and looked through the really unclean window. Look out. He floated in the air, near the window, his extended hand directly penetrated the glass, and moved in the air, just like the shadow, without real feeling.
Dylan stepped away from the window and turned to look at Zac. "No. I'm with you. I want to keep Michelle safe."
Zach raised an eyebrow, "Follow you. Bayi? Chinese ■ Chinese? ● www.ww.81zw.com?" Walked to Walter's bedroom.
"What are you doing?" Dylan was nervous, and he thought Zac would send him back to hell.
But Zac simply pushed the door open, waking up Walter who had fallen asleep.
"Finished?" Walter lay on the messy bed, rubbing his confused eyes, and glanced at Zach. Then Walter noticed the sunlight shining from the restaurant and blinked, "He ran away ?!" Then the middle-aged liar rolled over and continued to close his eyes, "It's not my problem, I don't care!"
"Get up Walter." Zach shook his head helplessly. "He didn't go, he decided to follow us. I just have to ask something."
"What's the matter?" Walter asked impatiently.
Zach waved, Dylan frowned and floated over, looking at the man who tricked him out of hell, not knowing what he was thinking.
"When you came out, someone was chasing you, why?" Zack asked with a smile.
"How do I know ?!" Walter waved his hand and lay back again. The voice covering his pillow came out. "You ask him! When I found him, he was running away. God knows what he is running."
Zac looked at Dylan and waited for an answer.
"Why!" Dylan's tone was not friendly. "If you see a group of monsters, don't you run!"
What a real reason.
Zac shook his head, monster? In the eyes of tadpoles, frogs are also monsters. It seems that I think too much.
"It's all right!" Walter shouted impatiently. "Don't disturb me when I'm fine!"
Zac looked at the schedule reminder posted on the wall behind the other party's bed, ‘1:00 pm, xx, xxx’, shook his head, this liar also struggled.
Leaving Walter's home, Zac stood on the shabby porch dangling the bottle, listening to the clear clatter of the bottle, thinking about whether to go back to Grande, and then continue.
"Go back." Benjamin stepped on the porch very simply. "I'm hungry."
Zac whispered that he hadn't planned to delay this trip so late. He only planned to go to Smith Manor for more details after reading the scene. After all, he couldn't say much on the phone.
The two walked towards the truck, with a soul looking away from behind. In fact, the real name should be Necromancer.
Dylan is the soul that has been planned as a post-death world. He returns to this world once again, he is more free than the earth, but he is nothing special. If he forgets his heart, he will sadly become a wandering soul who misses the real place of belonging. Wandering in the world forever.
Of course, there are still extreme possibilities, such as Wraith, but Dylan is a rational and abnormal guy. Zach doesn't think he will fall to that step.
"You, who are you!" A shrinking but threatening voice came from behind a house. At a glance, the wanderer's woman leaned against the wall and stared at it.
The three glanced and moved on.
"I saw you go into that house! Twice!" The woman's voice suddenly grew louder.
Zac turned his head again and looked at the woman without stopping. The dirty sweater was put on his body, his head tangled because he hadn't washed it for a long time, and his thin fingers clutched the unpainted wall. The two times in her mouth apparently counted the first time he and Benjamin came and violently invaded Walter's home.
Seeing once again attracting attention, the woman rushed up one step, but did not lean to the point of repulsion. She stared at her bloodshot eyes. "Don't, don't go near that house! Then, that person is, is the devil! He can summon the undead! He is dangerous! You, you have to be careful !!!"
It was actually a kind reminder.
Zac stopped and smiled, "How do you know?"
The woman's expression suddenly flinched and frightened, her shoulders trembling, "I, I heard. He, he will talk to those, those undead at midnight ..."
Zac smiled and pulled out his wallet. Take out a piece of Dore and hand it to the woman in front of her, "Thank you for your reminder."
The woman hesitantly glanced at the banknote in Zac ’s hand, and still reached out to take it, "You are a kind gentleman." She looked at Zac, "Be careful! Remember me! That guy is dangerous! Only the devil! To talk to the undead! "
After emphasizing what she wants to express. The woman turned around and disappeared almost halfway through the construction, and disappeared.
The three went on.
"Who is he? Where is this?" Dylan, the floating necromancer, still unable to restrain his curiosity, asked.
"Walter, a human being who has fully wasted his talents." Zack answered with a smile. "As for here, the most desolate part of Button City, even in the Southern District."
Dylan nodded, but he couldn't help but care about Zac's statement, "Human"? Is it difficult for Zac?
The truck went west on Route 27, and further south, toward the Grand House. The sun in the sky sprayed the light and heat into the city of Barton. Zac ’s eyes were hidden behind the new sunglasses and he had to go home. Zac doesn't have to control his appetite anymore, he drinks happily.
"What's the matter with you, are you an alcoholic?" Dylan in the back seat was in a bad mood, because he wasn't sure if he had completed the "sitting" position. He tried his best and his body was either embedded in the back of the chair. , Or the is one centimeter from the seat. So his tone is not very good.
"Oh." Zac smiled, shaking the bottle in his hand. "This is my appetizer, you can think of it like this, although it's the same as the staple food." Zac glanced sideways at Dylan, the smile was stronger, "I don't drink alcohol, this is blood. Your boss hired a vampire."
Benjamin's hand reached out from the back of the chair, "Wolfman, hold your hand." Then Benjamin looked at Zac with a playful expression, "If he can touch it."
Grande's two brothers were amused by their own jokes and laughed in the front seat.
Dylan blinked his eyelids until this time, he finally realized that he was no longer human. (To be continued.)