Chapter 11: Interracial stories

"You don't really plan to let him stay here. Eight ★ one Chinese? Wen ●? Www.81zw.com ◆"
The Grande was waiting for dinner, and Benjamin and Zac were sitting on the second floor of the warehouse. Alpha sat in his front and back chairs, looked at the vampire occupying his bed, and asked.
"Why not." Zac stared at the wooden beam on the top of the warehouse. "Here, he should have been here."
Snapped. The chair under Benjamin's buttocks, with his front legs on the ground, Alpha looked at the vampire seriously, "Are you serious?"
"Seriously." Zac turned his head and looked at Alpha. "Did you not see the old Hank look? This is not actually our decision."
Alpha frowned, pursed his lips, and nodded.
When the vampire and Alpha first came, or now [Grand Funeral Home], would anyone be curious?
Of course, in this, Anthony is indispensable.
This is the case.
A ghost, a wolf, a person, the only person with real legal status is Anthony. The medical doctor of the vampire was deceived under the pupil of enchantment. In order not to reveal the whereabouts of Toredo, he did not even have an identity document. The military doctor of Zack only existed in the mind of his working colleagues!
Benjamin's military identity was replaced by an unlucky guy who hung up on the battlefield.
After the war, the identity of the vampire and Alpha were naturally abandoned. The simpleness of the vampire and the re-enchantment of the pupil, Benjamin found a reason to die once and it was done. The two aliens, who were not concerned, were assigned to Barton Anthony and came to this seaside city.
Anthony's life track is actually similar to Weiss and James, both from veterans to the police station. It was a good time, and I do n’t know how much the relationship between Grand and James is. Do you think that Zach's guidance to James in police affairs is arbitrary?
No, Zac has templates, and templates with Anthony. So Zac knows what to do if the case is related to aliens, how to deal with the police as a human police station, and how to really close the case!
In addition to let Anthony start to pay attention to that initial period, he also completely cleared Barton's alien environment. Bayi Chinese (wWW.81Zw.COM) All aliens know that Patton has two powerful aliens. Alpha and vampire!
Everyone remembers that Zac once met Anthony at the port of Massa. Is it the so-called memory? If the vampire and Alpha were not retained by Anthony, they would board the leaving ship. Leaving this big 6 completely.
The turning point is at the end of this good time.
Anthony started to catch the train that made the official career fast. He met Ethela, a celebrity in the upper class of Barton. Fall in love? Probably not, mutual use may be more accurate. Uh, please accept this vague statement. This is the story of the Barton alien. It is not the story of these two human beings, and we already know the end of things.
In short, Anthony began to go straight up through Ethella's relationship. When Anthony began to grasp some rights, he began to give back. Anthony has promised vampires and Alpha that he wants to make this city a place where they can live freely.
To this end, Anthony started to use his resources to find a ‘home’ for his two friends, the vampire and Alpha, in addition to taking power from Ysera.
This ‘home’ has only two basic requirements. Appropriate identity, secret environment.
Funeral home run by two single old men, perfect. Then Anthony took the vow of his human life, and the vampire and Alpha would be satisfied, just take a look!
So, at this time, the two aliens chatting in the warehouse, at that time, stood outside the main entrance of the Grand House, watching the two old men inside the door squabbling while wiping the already clean coffin.
Here, please slow down.
Old Grande glanced at the person outside the door. "You old man! Are you blind! Didn't you see any guests coming! Go ... cough ..." He began to cough, his body lying on the coffin, his face flushed with red.
Old Hank quickly walked around from behind the coffin and helped Old Grande. The red face stared at the three people outside the door, the vampire, Alpha, Banshee, shouting, "Shut down today! Hurry up!"
Old Hank was punched, and the blushing old Grande held his breath. Eight? One? ■? Chinese network. ww.8.11zw.com? "Damn!" He continued to cough and waved, "Come in, come in ..."
The mourning banshee, who wasn't even ten years old, was hiding behind the vampire, clutching the vampire's coat tightly, and the whole body was shaking.
The vampire patted the banshee's head and asked softly, "What did you see?"
The red face of the banshee was buried on the side of the vampire's legs, and the wet water stains were left on the coat that the vampire bought from Morrelin at half price. The vampire no longer reluctantly looked at Alpha and asked with his eyes.
Alpha frowned, before he could respond.
"Hey! Cough ..." The old man who made the Banshee cry inside waved, "Come in!"
The master of the future Grande stepped into their home for the first time.
Showroom, reception room, office. The vampire was sitting in a comfortable chair, looking at the old grand behind the desk.
The old man's hands and feet were inconvenient. He coughed while shaking his thin arms, rummaging through the drawers. Another old man, Old Hank, was very agile. He quickly brought the water, took out several yellow plastic vials from the drawer, and poured out a pile of pills.
"Very, very sorry, sorry for your loss ..." Old Grande tried to be a qualified funeral home owner. With coughing redness and tearful eyes, he looked at the vampire and wanted to say something. Words of comfort.
Don't forget, this is a funeral home.
Old Hank, who was standing beside Old Grande, frowned and looked at the three guests with fierce eyes. "Who is it!" He pressed Old Grande's back while he kept breathing. De Shun sighed and asked in a fierce tone, "Who is dead!"
The vampire raised his hand, leaning on his nose, without the banshee seeing anything, and the blood lost to his vitality made him uncomfortable. The vampire frowned and looked at Old Hank, not planning to speak for the moment.
They were asked by Anthony to ‘inspect’.
"Cough ... Hank!" The owner opened the old man next to him. He barely smiled at the person across the desk with a wrinkled face. It was ugly, "Don't ... don't mind him ..." he The trembling hand pushed a document on the table, and the wrinkle-covered face showed sorry, "Sorry, I'm in a bad state ... cough ... we take it slowly ..."
The vampire picked up the document and glanced at it, which was the description of the funeral rules, from the age and of the deceased to the requirements of the ceremony.
The vampire put down the file and asked unrelated questions, "Here." The vampire looked around, "Are you busy?"
"What are you talking about?" Hong Zhong's voice was the agile old Hank.
The vampire continued to look around, and asked blankly, "There are only two of you old men, don't you have a helper?"
Old Hank had bypassed the desk, his thin but rough hands grabbed the shoulder of the vampire's coat, "Go out! Get out!"
The vampire turned his face to the side, took Old Hank's hand, took it away, smoothed the wrinkles he had grabbed, looked at Alpha, who was sitting in the back holding the Banshee, and asked again.
"Hanke!" Old Grand behind the desk patted the table, blushing and stood up, "You go out!"
Alpha seemed to be hesitating. The vampire frowned at the banshee in Alpha's arms, and asked another inexplicable question, "How long is he?"
The banshee's face was buried in Alpha's arms, and three fingers were raised.
"Year?" The vampire asked.
(The death that the Banshee sees is continuous. The entire process from the birth of the event that started death to the end of death, the first volume says. At this time, the old Grande is already ill, and finally leads to death, so Alice sees To.)
The banshee buried in Alpha's arms nodded.
Old Hank didn't obey the command of Grande's master. He couldn't pull the person at the desk, listening to their inexplicable conversation, not knowing what emotion was touched, and rushed towards the back, pulling up Alpha!
Alpha frowned, protecting the trembling banshee, but his body was still.
"Hanke!" The old Grand behind the desk waved his fist impatiently, staggering at the desk, and walked out, as if to pull the crazy old Hank.
Ignoring the behavior of the two old men, the vampire is still waiting for Alpha to respond, "Stay, or leave." The vampire turned his head sideways, impatient, "This is a simple choice."
"Then why didn't you pick it directly." Alpha's eyes crossed the inexplicably pulling two quarreling old men in the middle, looking at the vampire.
The vampire frowned, "I'm asking you. You have to answer."
"Then I will ask you now." Alpha responded calmly. "You answer."
The vampire seemed a little helpless, shaking his head, "Can't be like you ..."
The two interracial peaceful conversations, and the banshee who are sobbing and sobbing, their voices have been overshadowed by the quarrel in this office.
"Cough ..." The two old men who were pulling and supporting each other were entangled in the middle of the office. "You old thing! Cough ... you will drive people away ... cough ... what else!"
"Do you blame me!" Whether it's volume or movement, the guy who has the advantage will push forward to protect the opponent from falling down every time he pushes the opponent. His resistance is confusing. ! "
"For me ?! Cough ... look here! Cough! Here are the two of us who are going to die ... cough ... the old guy!"
"You can't say that ..."
The quarrel seems to have nothing to do with the three guests sitting here at this time.
"I just said ... cough ... how! You did it! You old bastard! Cough ... you drove everyone away ..."
The vampire stood up, his eyes turned crimson, and shook his head at Alpha, "Go back first. These two old guys make me uncomfortable."
The vampire's hands were pressed on the two thin shoulders, and the two were separated. "Continue to wipe the coffin, no one has been here." (To be continued.)