Vol 4 Chapter 26: James's woman

A new day, a new beginning. Shit.
In this world, as long as you live, there will be no new beginning, and all the events that will begin with the sun rising today are the continuation of yesterday. No ‘new’, all old! Want new? To die.
Our vampire is going to live long, so when he restores his skin from dryness and wrinkle to normal, "Is James back?"
"No." Sam replied.
Zac sorted out his clothes and walked out of the master bedroom to the office, before he picked up the phone to continue yesterday. We should know what happened after the phone call with Mr. Pixar yesterday.
Many things happened, but nothing seemed to happen.
Zac has been waiting for James to return. Waiting for Mo Yichun's spring-wind-recalling 'Sophia ~' to come back; when old Hank comes back, he calls several employees to go out again; when Louise makes a phone call to say that Daisy is gone; Zmycht made a phone call and urged Zac to give a decision on whether to cooperate; wait until Mike, like a blue smoke that will dissipate at any time, floats to Grande, and then go to the Church of the Son to cultivate; wait ... until the sun rises again Up.
Zac dialed and connected. "Is it, James is at the police station." Zac is calling the Southern District Police Station. Specifically, it is the phone of the self-explosive project team, so it is the responsible person. Detective Mori picked it up.
"Early ~ He hasn't come yet. After yesterday's operation, he should go back to the North District Police Station. Hey, go to see you with Director Darcy ..."
Zac has already hung up.
Continue to dial, also connected, "Is it, James is in the police station." The same opening.
Darcy over the receiver, "Uh, no. That yesterday's action, do you have time now, can you tell me what happened to those weapons ..."
Zac hung up again.
Frowned for a while and dialed again. Passed, expected to start waiting. Whether the call is answered or not is still a question-James Lance's house, the attic on Liszt Backstreet.
Just as Zac was about to give up and hang up, the phone was picked up.
"Hello, how are you? Lance's home?" Who is this inexplicably hesitant voice! Still a woman!
Zac froze for a moment, "Is he home?"
"Uh ... no. Um--" Hesitating and uncertain, "You, do you need to leave a message?"
Zac also hesitated. There is a reason why Zack waited for James-yesterday the phone conversation with Mr. Pixar was over, Zack's many doubts about Pixar have been answered, Zack needs James to respond ... after this. Now Zac dispelled his hesitation, "Who are you."
"Me, me? Me, I am ..."
Snapped! The phone was hung up.
Almost at the same time, Zac also finished hanging up and left the office, and the wind-like morning run began.
It is impossible for us to keep up with the speed of the vampire, so we go to the vampire's destination and wait.
woman. The woman in pajamas, beautiful? Can't tell the mess from the messy bird's nest hairstyle and the covered take-out stains. What can be distinguished is, uh, agile? She jumped and rummaged in the messy trash and takeout boxes. While arbitrarily tying the messed-up hair, he twisted himself into the jacket he found.
Finally, at the door, I glanced at the messy James's house, "I'm sorry!" Shouted to the air, and then ran.
It doesn't matter when Zac comes, it's already Toredo's speed limit anyway. Also stood at the door, glanced at the patch iron door that was not pulled, and glanced at the mess inside the door, "Huh."
"It's already gone." Sam said.
Zac took out the thimble from the already broken clothes, set a clean space on the counter at the door, put the thimble on, "check the garbage." Himself? Close the door and enter, go to the second floor, go to the bedroom, and 'borrow' James' clothes-the image of the vampire after running, you don't need to describe it, everyone knows.
The dark red witchcraft mantra began to spread on the first floor, and Zac was already standing in James' bedroom, glancing at the crumpled and dirty bed, and did not want to make any judgment. He opened the wardrobe directly.
James is wider than Zac, but fortunately, it is winter now, and it makes no difference after layering. It was Zac who took advantage of it. As we know, James has the money, and he can go to Kozil Station with just a few pieces.
Zac, who had finished dressing up and finishing his appearance, went out of the bedroom, watching the messy downstairs not wanting to go down, "What did you find?" Asked.
"My witchcraft cannot reproduce what is happening here, so a living person lives here." Sam said the first reasoning.
Meaningless reasoning. Zac pouted, "I can confirm it as soon as I come in. The food is packed and heated."
"Oh." Sam didn't lose heart and tried harder. "It's a woman. There are some long hair and feminine items in the bathroom ..."
Zac was helpless. "The voice on the phone is a woman, a young woman."
"Oh." The more frustrated the more courageous? "She likes sweets, and most take-out packages are desserts in the cafe downstairs."
It was still a matter of glance, but Zac did not interrupt. This is a very useful clue, Zac is ready to go downstairs.
Sam continues, "She loves romantic comedy and thriller movies, and under the TV cabinet are all video rental tickets."
Zac crossed the garbage in a jumping gesture.
"Then she's not James' friend." Sam said when Zack put him back in his pocket. "Do you know there is a safe under the James bar, she pryed it away."
Zac was about to leave. After listening to this, he raised an eyebrow and turned to the bar.
"Front, below, the second cabinet."
Zach followed the instructions, "I always thought this was an ice maker."
"Yes, but feel the seam on the right. Do you feel it?"
Zac tilted his mouth and pulled it out. It's really a safe, not big, like a flat drawer. The lock has been warped, and Zac frowned and opened it. Something like cash and bearer bonds.
Zac raised his eyebrows. James is one of the most positive images of the policeman in the world. It ’s strange that he hides this kind of thing at home.
A knock on the door sounded.
Zac glanced over the door. I do n’t know if you remember the iron gate of the James family. You have patched it and poured silver. Zac had no clue about who knocked on the door.
Pushed back to the safe, without any hesitation to open the door. Just one line, "Who are you looking for." There was a little indifference.
"Mr. Grand?" Uh, the little brother at the door actually knew Zac.
Zac can only pull the door a little bigger, "Are you?"
"The staff of the Time Elf below." The take-out package was raised in front of him, but he tried to look over the room with suspicion over Zac. "The lady's breakfast, Capuccio added sugar ... "
Zac was not prepared to let the other party finish, "She is not here."
"Oh." The takeaway was handed to Zac, but it didn't mean to go. "It's not a good time to see Mr. Grande coming to play with Mr. Lance ~" Is this gossip? It is understandable that the game night on Wednesday also lasted for more than half a year, now ... forget it, let alone say, everyone understands. It's not surprising that people around here know Zac.
Zac was not in a good mood to answer the call, hesitating a moment, preparing to go directly to the enchanting pupil, and he was so deliberate that he would ask the Time Elf. Red, covering this little brother who is actually just waiting for Zach to give money, "That lady, you must see it often. During this time, she has ordered a lot of your takeaways. Then, who is she?"
"Mr. Lance's new girlfriend ~" What? !