Chapter 12: poison

"Clang, clang, clang ..."
Ten bells rang into Zac's ear at the desk. Zac raised his head and moved his sore neck. ?? Bayi Middle School ▼? Wen Wang www.81zw.cm?
I once asked Mr. Vampire, do vampires really feel sore? Zac replied: "Of course it will! When the blood flow is not smooth! Like you humans, it will be sour and numb!"
Zac picked up the glass on hand and sipped it. This is how he solves the problem of unsmooth blood flow-increasing flow.
A hunched old man pushed open the door of the office, and Hong Zhong said in the same voice: "Xiao Zha! Someone is coming!"
The old man was Hank, and he was the coffin maker of [Grand Funeral Home], and a close friend of the old Grand Man who died. So, in a way, he is Zac's father.
Zac was a little surprised that there would be someone here in the Southern District. He got up and sorted out his clothes: "Got it, Father Hank."
"They are not good people!" Old Hank stared at his eyes so loudly that everyone in the living room could hear, "They don't like my coffin!"
Zac smiled and patted Hank's back. Hank is a weird man, straightforward regardless of occasion. But Zac liked him very much, because of his existence, the funeral home in the Southern District lost a lot of business, which made the three non-humans here relatively free.
"Daddy Hank, how about you go to the second floor to help Louise clean up the room?" Zac helped the old man walk into the office, opened the back door, and watched the old man step up.
"Humph!" Hank looked bored: "Woman! Beautiful woman! What help can an old man do!"
Zac smiled, shut Hank's complaint behind the door, and turned to meet the long-lost guest.
After the property became privately owned, Zac had to find a way to run this half-dead funeral home, perhaps let Hank move around on the first floor less.
The two rows of sand in the parlor were full of people, mostly elderly people, with grief on their faces. A row of sturdy men in black suits stood behind the sand. They should be bodyguards. ● ▲ ▼ 八一 中文 ▼ www.ww.81zw.com? Everyone ’s eyes are directed at an old lady parked next to the sand, her body curled up in a wheelchair, and a young woman in protective clothing is behind her. In a wheelchair.
Zac observed for a while and knew that he was going to invite real guests into the office. He nodded to the elderly woman in the wheelchair and made a gesture of asking: "Don't care about Old Hank, he treats his work like a child."
The old woman had no expression, nodded, and the caretaker behind her pushed the wheelchair to the office. At the same time, a young man on the sand stood up, his expression a bit gloomy, and his whole clothing was walking on the side of the wheelchair.
The old people on the sand exchanged their eyes, and the vampire saw a trace of disgust in their eyes.
Because there was no business for a long time, and there was no food or drink prepared in the parlor, the people on Zach Chaosha slightly fell back, "Sometimes, someone will give food, please wait."
The old people nodded and didn't say much. Judging from their clothes, these were the influential people in the city of Barton, and Zack didn't understand why they came to the remote Southern District.
Zac closed the door of the office, pressed the bell that told Alice to prepare food, and sat back at the desk.
"Huh! It's still morning, did you drink wine!" The young man next to the wheelchair landed on the wine glass on Zack's desk, and there was a trace of red liquid in it: "Grandma, I don't understand why we Must come here! "
Zac would not explain that this was not wine, but his food. Zac's eyes were on the old woman in the wheelchair. When his grandson was talking, the woman's fingers were clenched, her dry and wrinkled skin was stretched by the bones, and the expression on her face was a moment of hatred, but was immediately Covered with wrinkles all over the face.
"We can go to [Ford Funeral Home], which is closer to the city and more convenient! Why did I bump here early in the morning? The smell of rotting and cow dung is everywhere here! It has ruined my lunch interest ... "
While the young man was chattering, the young caregiver at the back of the wheelchair had lowered his head and bit his lip. Her hand was gently placed on the old woman's shoulder, like comfort. ? ● ★ 八 ● 一 Chinese network. www.81zw.com ▼ And the old woman ’s fist has begun to tremble, the joints are white, and the blood vessels of the Wuqing are all over the back of the hand. It was just that her fists were covered by the blanket, and the young man could not see it.
"Sir!" Zach said suddenly, blocking the young man's words aloud. He pointed to a nameplate in front of his desk: "As you can see, I am Zachary Grande, the owner here. Welcome Can you introduce yourself before you arrive? "
The young man froze and shut up.
Yes, Zac is reminding him that the owner of the Grand House will talk to the owner of this line, that is, the real guests who come here, rather than his lack of courtesy.
The old woman's half-covered eyelids lifted and looked at Zac, still expressionless, but the caregiver behind her showed a thankful smile.
"This is Mrs. Blair Quinn." The caregiver's palm pointed to the elderly woman in the wheelchair, and then pointed to the young man next to him: "This is Mrs. Quinn's grandson, Boque Quinn."
Zac's face was surprised, but immediately dimmed, and pale green eyes looked at Mrs. Quinn: "I am really sorry, is this because of Mr. Quinn?"
The Quinn and his wife are well-known philanthropists in the city of Barton. During the war ten years ago, they funded families broken by the war, established orphanages, and provided shelter for children who lost their parents. After the war, they continued their good deeds and funded the homeless former soldiers and those orphans. Now the three orphanages in Barton City are named after their couples.
In the New Year, news of the healthy Quinn couple suddenly became ill, and the whole upper and lower middle class in Barton City was praying for this kind couple. Now that the people present are missing Mr. Quinn, Zac makes a speculation that makes everyone sad.
Mrs. Quinn's eyelids drooped again, the caregiver behind her nodded her lips, and the smile on the corner of Pooch's mouth flashed away.
Perhaps no one can perceive this little movement, but Zac is not human.
"Seven years ago, we reserved a cemetery in the Western Cemetery of Grand House, but a few days ago, we received news that the Western Cemetery was about to be taken back by the city government, so ..."
When Zac interrupted the care, there was a glimmer of hope in the vampire's eyes, and he stood up in excitement: "So Mr. Quinn is okay now ?!"
The hope in Zac ’s eyes is not hypocritical, and greatness is irrespective of race.
Zac's move once again caused different reactions from the three people opposite. The young caregiver opened her mouth and looked down, and the faint mist had filled her clear eyes. Mrs. Quinn's eyelids were raised again, and her turbid eyes were fixed on Zach's light green eyes. And Boqi, the disgust on Boqi's face no longer wants to hide!
Zac shook his head and slowly sat back in his seat.
The young female caregiver adjusted her emotions and continued: "Mrs. Quinn followed Mr. Will's wishes and hoped that there would be a traditional funeral. But now there is only the [Grand Funeral Home] in the southern part of the graveyard We are here. At the wishes of Mrs. Quinn, I still hope that the cemetery of the two will be free. "
Zac sighed, nodded, opened the information in the Western Cemetery, and began searching for Mrs. Quinn's previous reservation. A moment later, Zac found the scheduled deposit slip, the marble tombstone and the Gabriel statue, the Nanmu coffin ...
Old Hank is very particular about the making of coffins, even in the former West Side, his works are used, so the latter Zac need not worry. But tombstones and statues, Zac is a bit troubled.
There are two main customers in the south of the Grand House: hospitals and prisons. Therefore, most of the people buried here are criminals and unnamed surnames, and there are almost no requirements for coffins and tombstones, so Zac is not prepared here.
As for the funeral of nearby citizens, it is also a mountain stone used casually, and a shape was carved by Benjamin. In recent years, cremation has appeared, and more people have gone to the [Alan Funeral Home] also in the Southern District for cremation. After all, the cost of cremation and urns is much cheaper than the hand-made coffin.
Zac took the previous order and frowned, and he handed the order to the female nurse. "We have the cemetery, the coffin, and the craftsmanship of Old Hank I believe will not disappoint Mrs. Quinn, but the statue ..."
"We can wait." A dry, hoarse voice came from Mrs. Quinn's throat. This was the first time she opened her mouth. "I promised him that I will give him a traditional funeral. We can wait!"
"Grandmother!" Poki turned excitedly to the woman in the wheelchair: "It takes another sum of money to save the body! How long do we have to wait!"
Zach's eyebrows frowned and looked at the old lady whose body was shaking for a moment: "I can ask, when did Mr. Quinn die?"
"This morning, at 8.20," the female nurse answered Zac's question under the consent of his wife.
The vampire nodded, his eyes swam with the blood vessels under Mrs. Quinn's skin, and took a deep breath. He was feeling a faint strange smell. Why did you do this? Because the vampire is a very sensitive creature, he can feel that Mrs. Quinn's life is passing by.
As you know, I am always curious about the behavior of vampires, so I once asked Mr. Zack carefully: "Dear vampires, why do you feel the vitality of a person? Do you have the ability to predict death just like Alice? ? "
The vampire replied: "I don't have that bad luck. All I have is a sensitive sense of blood. Do you know the correct way to kill a vampire?"
I opened my notes and began to repeat: "Beheaded, burned, wooden stakes, silverware penetrated the heart, werewolf bite ..."
The vampire grabbed my notebook and looked at it with interest: "You actually recorded something like this."
I try to make my smile look cute and harmless.
The vampire didn't care that I recorded his weakness, picked up the pen and added a note to my note.
I leaned over to see, ‘Blood of the dead’.
Oh, just as people eat poisoned things and get poisoned. The broken blood is the vampire's poison and medicine.
And now, the vampire smelled a odor of poison and medicine from Mrs. Quinn.