Chapter 2: case

Zac hung up the phone and walked to the reception room of the Grand House. ●● Bayi Chinese ◆ ■ Net. www.81zw.com ■ On the side of brown sand, there is a wooden triangle newspaper rack. Every morning, the oldest waking old Hank walked up the dirt road in front of Grande ’s house and headed towards Route 27. In the mailbox under the sign of
Grande
, he retrieved the day Newspaper. However, in the past two months, there was one more magazine called "Urban Legends-Barton Weekly" every Monday (Volume I, Chapter 31).
Zac usually doesn't have the habit of reading newspapers. Usually, after reading Hank, he talks to Benjamin about interesting things. If Benjamin gets his attention, he will discuss it with Zac.
Zac took out today's newspaper, thought about it, and took out this week's "Urban Legend", too lazy to go back to the office and sit on the sand to read.
The report in the newspaper is very ‘plain’. The author has an objective that is consistent with a journalist. There is no personal judgment about the ‘suicide method’ in the text.
"The deceased used sharp utensils, knives, glass, tableware, etc. to penetrate the left chest, causing death on the spot. As for the motive for suicide, the reporter has not received a reply from the police as of the deadline.
Then the report lists a list of recent suicides. There are a total of eight people. A photo of the scene taken yesterday was attached to the last person's name. The environment of the picture is clearly a kitchen of a middle-class family. I tried to cover the reporter ’s lens, but in the crowd, I still saw the gap, fell to the side of the desk, and fell to the dead in the dried blood.
Zac narrowed his eyes and showed James' face in the police. Bayi ■ ◆ ■ ▲ Chinese website www.81zw.com ● The homicide team will appear there, representing the Patton Police Department that no longer considers this a ‘suicide’ case.
The vampire stared at the photo for a while, and the photo taken in a hurry did not give him other clues. Zac put down the newspaper and picked up the magazine. Turn over the cover and look in the catalog.
"Midnight Life Harvester! suicide? Or pay it off? Take you to the little-known Barton Midnight Exchange! 》
Zac raised his eyebrows, and such an ambiguous title actually caught his attention ...
Zac flipped through the pages and read them with interest.
The author has woven a place called ‘Midnight Market’, where people can buy luck with their lives. Every suicide has made a transaction in this place, but refused to pay for life used as money. So debt collectors forcibly seized the ‘expenses’ they deserved, creating such a weird way of suicide.
There are also a large number of interviews cited in the article, about the deceased's family members, winning lottery tickets, promotion, completion of large order business, etc., in order to prove the authenticity of the "luck" transaction.
In the end, the author came to a very ridiculous conclusion, ‘never buy anything you ca n’t afford! ’
Zach closed the magazine, touched his chin, and picked up the list of suicides in the newspaper. After thinking about it, he stared at one of the names, Chris, who had an impression because of his work at Madison. He has seen it in the report. Eight to one ?? Chinese network. ww.8１zw.com ▼
Back at the office first, I called Madison at the mill and confirmed that Chris was still there. Zac pushed the kitchen door open again, facing Benjamin, who was still kneading, and asked, "Benjamin, something happened. Come with me?"
"No." Benjamin pressed, pulled, and twisted the dough under his ... "Busy."
"Benjamin." Alice ran to Benjamin and pressed on the dough: "You go! You don't need your help here!" Banshee needs her friends to be able to concentrate on preparing food, otherwise before [Parker Elementary School], these Can't finish it at all!
"Oh." Benjamin stepped away from the desk and glanced at Zac, who was full of expectation, and took off his apron in Lola's disappointed eyes and walked towards Zac.
After a while, the efficiency of the Grand kitchen really improved. After all, Benjamin could do nothing but knead the dough, and Lola was much easier to use.
Benjamin's truck left Grand House and went to the mill. Zac briefly described the case, and the topic turned.
"Ben." Zac said with a hint of deliberate grievance: "You have been too cold to me recently."
"Ben, Jay, Ming." The werewolf could not help getting goose bumps every time he heard the abbreviation. "You asked for it."
"Okay." Zac accepted the grievance and said seriously, "I know you are not happy. But those hunters must get rid of it. According to my method, or the Patton Police Department's method. We all know that they stay in Patton. The only reason is to deal with you. "
"I don't need your help." Benjamin leaned on the steering wheel. It seemed to be annoying to talk to Zac. His right hand flicked on the radio, and the volume was turned to the maximum.
Zac frowned. He couldn't agree with Benjamin's music aesthetics, and turned the volume back.
"You are Alpha, you certainly don't need it. But Grande needs it. I can't risk those hunters tracking down Grande's house."
"Humph." Benjamin snorted coldly: "So is it my fault? I brought danger to Grand House, do you mean that?"
Zac lowered his head and realized that he was saying something wrong: "You know, I don't mean that."
"Sorry, that's what I mean." Benjamin shook his head slightly expressionlessly.
"Tell me, Benjamin." Zac looked at Benjamin's profile with a serious expression. Now the vampire is sincerely hoping to know what Benjamin's indifference lasted for half a month. "Did I do something that makes you feel wrong?" In addition to dealing with a few hunters, I always think that our views on hunters are the same. At the Grand House, we do n’t kill them to take care of Hank, but beyond that, why do you care? "
Benjamin pouted, and Zac was right. Benjamin knew that his sympathy was rampant, but he did not feel sympathy for enemies who only wanted to hunt himself. Alpha ’s attack was no less angry than a vampire ...
"Because you decided to do it yourself." Benjamin glanced at Zac. "You decided to do this secretly with me."
Zac raised his eyebrows and lowered his eyebrows. This turned out to be the case. Benjamin was angry that he didn't feel involved. Zac nodded helplessly and smiled a little self-deprecatingly: "And I still failed. In the end, you still saved everyone."
"Yes." Benjamin's mouth tinged with a smile. If it weren't for the werewolf to appear at a critical moment, the bloodline of 'Toledo' would disappear.
"However, you forced me to become a real threat to Grande." The smile on Benjamin's face disappeared and he glanced at Zac.
Zac sighed, the werewolf was transformed to save him, a day ahead. Benjamin was right. In the space surrounded by three cars, the Alpha Wolf that was digging the ground and blowing up the dust with the breath, at that moment, it was the threat of all breathing life.
"That won't regenerate." Zac patted Benjamin's strong arm.
After a moment of silence, Zac wanted to relax the atmosphere, "Well, where did you go? Do you remember? During the day?"
Benjamin's head didn't move, and his brown eyes deflected toward Zac with only one glance. Zac sat down honestly and stopped talking.