Chapter 6: A rookie

When he returned to Grande, Zach heard the voice of the guests. ? ■ Eight ● One Middle ● Wen Wang www.81zw.com ▲
"Thank you." Weiss was covered in a blanket, sitting at Zac's desk, holding a cup of hot chocolate from Alice.
I know there are some trips mentioned here, but Benjamin can eat chocolate, and gold can. But it must be clearly distinguished that it is not their form but their ability to keep them alive, so do n’t take it into your daily life, it will kill your beloved pet, please do n’t try it with temptation.
Zach walked in along the water trail that stretched from the stairwell to the office and looked at Wes. "You know, you can complain."
Obviously, the rookie of the Southern District Police Station was cleaned up again. Zack did not see the police patrol car when he returned, and Weiss came in the rain. Do you remember the last time Wes came to tell Lip that he was riding his own motorcycle?
Weiss turned his head to watch Zac take off his water-stained hat, hung it on the hanger, and dropped a wooden box in his arms to Benjamin, who was sitting beside him, and sat behind his desk.
Benjamin opened the wooden box, looked at the spices inside, and looked at Zac with some doubt.
Zac waved his hand, "I'll say it later." But the real idea of ​​the vampire is that it would be better if Alpha forgets it, and then Zac doesn't have to worry about how to explain what he knows to him.
However, Zac was disappointed. Benjamin put the wooden box on the workbench. There was no intention of leaving. It is estimated that he would ask directly after Wes left.
Wes was consciously not curious about what he didn't need to know, and pointed directly to the document that had been placed on his desk. "I'm visiting a house from the east of the prison to see if I can ask any news. These are general questions, please fill in your own. "
This rookie's attitude towards his work is too casual!
Zac glanced at Wes, still dripping water on his head, shook his head, picked up the document, and turned it over, which was a stack of forms, blank at the top. Immediately below is even the church, Constantine's transcript, and then some ordinary people.
There were traces of wetness in the corners, and once again looked at Wes wearing the wet police uniform. ? ▲ Bayi Middle School? Wenwen. www.81zw.com ▲ I don't know how he protects these files.
Zac randomly drew a pen and made a few strokes on the draft paper, imitating Weiss's handwriting, as ugly as James.
"Have you seen strangers nearby?" Zach wrote while thinking about the question. "No."
"Did you go out?" Zac raised an eyebrow and looked at Wes.
"No." Weiss held the glass and ripped the corner of his mouth, seeming impatient.
Zac looked aside, "No." The pen in his hand also moved.
"Have you ever heard or seen anything suspicious." Zach continued, "No."
"Among relatives and friends, are there any people serving sentences in prison." Zac glanced at Wes again, with an unidentified smile, writing "No" in his hand, saying so in his mouth. "There is no friend, but there is one who wants to be a demon and revenge Grande." Zach raised his eyebrows. "Maybe there are James hunters waiting for the death penalty."
Weiss pursed his mouth with hot chocolate, pursed his lips, "You don't have to write these."
What a superfluous reminder.
"Of course." Zack smiled. "I'm just reminding you that he has escaped now, pay attention to safety."
Zac looked at Weas frowning and thinking. Reached and pushed the phone towards him.
This is not the first time a vampire has buried information in his words. At this time, what is important to Wes is ‘Revenge Grande, and maybe James Hunter ’s. "What else is there before?" "I want to be a demon".
Weiss is also not hypocritical. Put down the cup, pick up the handset and start dialing.
Zac continued to fill in the form that Weiss should have completed as the dial clicked back and forth.
"Do you know anyone who has a relative or friend serving a sentence in prison ???? Bayi Middle School? Wen Wang.ww.81zw.com?" Zac pouted, writing down whether or not, the fact is of course-yes! Ceres is not the only one, but Brill ’s brother has already hung up. It was buried somewhere in the North Park of the Grand Cemetery, under the control of Lyon, and received Constantine's 'education'.
Zac has very good reasons to believe that these things do not need to be recorded.
The next question seems to have changed the direction.
Zac continued to say, "Have you ever worked in Barton Prison?" ‘No’.
"Do you know anyone who works inside." Zac glanced at Wes, who was still dialing, and shrugged. "I have to write, we have a contract for work."
Weiss nodded, obviously not caring about Zac's side.
"Who knows." Zac looked at the problem, put down the pen, and no longer filled out the form to recite the next question, "Describe your relationship with those who work in prison." Zac glanced at the attention Benjamin, whose strength is obviously not here, shook his head helplessly.
"What words would describe those people." Zac pouted, continuing, "Have you heard these people talk about their work, what is it, describe ..."
Answer the above Zac did not continue to write:
Knowing Warden Vincent is a cooperative relationship with Grand Funeral Home. The easiest way to describe this person is extreme narcissism and greed. You don't need to listen to him talk about work, because the interaction between the two parties is part of their work. Describe it? Don't ask, don't say, pull the body away.
Will Zack fill in the above? Probably, estimate, and seem to be impossible.
The vampire felt it necessary to discuss it with Mr. Weiss, the police officer who should really ask the question, but Weiss's phone was connected.
"Lance." James' voice came out. Talking about eavesdropping is too insulting to the vampire race.
"It's me." Weiss glanced at Zac. "I'm in Grand, Zac."
There was silence in the earpiece for a while, "Is he there?"
"Well, both are here."
"They can hear us talking," James said in a somber voice, and Zac, sitting at the desk, nodded with a smile.
Weiss snorted, whispering, "South District is investigating the jailbreak, you heard that."
"Well." Weiss didn't mind anymore. James seemed to have no choice but to be listened to by vampires. "It's the same here, everyone has assigned a task."
"Zack said that Robert is a hunter for the death row." Weiss used a questioning tone. "Do you know this?"
Quite clearly, James sighed over the phone, "I know." Then there was a forbidding anger in his tone, "And I was also the reason why he would be sentenced to death."
Wes pursed his lips and nodded, "Zac said, this Robert is bent on becoming a demon revenge Grand, do you know this?"
There was silence again in the receiver, the tone was clearly not talking to his friend Weston, but to a vampire who was still holding a file and waiting for the call to end while ‘eavesdropping’.
"No, I don't know about it at all!" Word by word, plus the threatening tone that I don't want to hide anymore, it means to blame Zach for not telling him this.
But really, is Zak obliged to tell him a human detective, and even if Zack wants to tell him, his son, the general, and the detective, does not seem to give Zach this opportunity, after all, Zack has just I have known this for a few days.
Zac gave a hand to Wes and gave a helpless expression. Weiss nodded understandingly.
Now the situation is wonderful. Everyone around James who knows Zac exists is not the kind of Anthony, such as Chapman, Weiss, or even a policewoman who can only receive at the front desk, can understand our vampires. The painstaking thoughts then realized that James was naive.
It has to be said that this wonderful situation makes the vampires feel inexplicably happy.
Wes asked James the question he wanted to ask, "That Robert, is he a demon now?"
Zac shook his head, the volume was a bit loud, "If he is, then things are much simpler, Crowley will control him."
Weiss was too lazy to retell, and asked directly, "Have you heard?"
James in the receiver took a deep breath. "I heard, I know."
Zac raised a finger, begging Wes to stop hanging, "He is still a hunter, you should remind James ..."
Wes had put the earpiece in front of Zac. Zac raised his eyebrows and continued to say to Wes ’face,
Remind James that every time he encounters a hunter, he has something to do with the necessary safety. Measures still need to be prepared. "
Obviously, the volume in the receiver has made a qualitative leap. James can already guess that the receiver has arrived at Zac. "No need to remind you! You still have to worry about your own business!" The phone hung up.
Zac listened to the beeping sound in the receiver, shrugged again at Wes, helplessly, "He hung up."
Weiss put down the receiver and explained it to his friends. He said calmly, "He is still angry at what the mayor did to him, plus he is not yet ready to reconcile with you."
So does it mean that two phases are superimposed?
Zac bent his mouth and shook his head. "I don't think he will treat Anthony with this attitude."
The superimposed object of anger outburst cannot be Anthony of ‘Chief’ level, but Grand of ‘Civilian’ level. Vampires are quite self-aware.
Also for comfort, Zac smiled at Weiss, who was still somewhat worried about his friend, "Don't worry about him, he seems to have good luck, and he can retreat in an interracial event every time." It seems Thinking of something, Zac raised an eyebrow, "Last time I asked for the gift you gave him?"
Wes remembered the half-bottle of vampire blood, his worries disappeared, and nodded, "Although in front of him, he still accepted it."
"Then there is nothing to worry about." Zack smiled sincerely. This James, although mentally naive, still has advantages and pragmatism. (To be continued.)