Chapter 17: miss

"Mr. Quinn's funeral actually came to your Grande's hands!" After the old Ford was buried in a stack of hill-like documents, this is the number of documents held by the real funeral owner. ● Eight ?? One Chinese ■ Wenwen. ww.81zw.com ★ The cemetery was recycled by the government, which has an impact on every funeral and burial industry. In comparison, the Ford Funeral Home, which once had the most burial areas, has the greatest impact here.
Benjamin looked out of the window. Kim (James) and a group of workers were loading Gabriel's statue into the werewolf's van. Benjamin smiled and responded: "Our Grand cemetery in Barton South is the farthest from the city center, and no one is interested. Naturally, the city government does not need to take it back."
The Barton City Government ’s recovery of the cemetery is for the construction of new residential areas. For example, in the Grand South District, on the outskirts of the city and close to the prison, there is naturally no market, and it has become the only remaining burial area in the city of Barton. Mrs. Quinn wanted a traditional funeral, and Grand House was the only place to go.
"Alright!" Ford plucked a head from the file, looking cautiously out of the window: "Those journalists who have been investigating around recently can also be dispersed!"
Benjamin also noticed this. [Ford Funeral Home] There are scattered reporters around, wearing a bulky camera and squatting outside. People going in and out will always be harassed by them. All the probes are about the Quinn family funeral .
It seems that in Barton North, the death of Mr. Quinn has spread. After all, it is the representative of the older generation of Barton City, the media seems very .
Benjamin picked up a document, a dense list, records, accounts ... Ford grabbed the document in Benjamin's hands and glared at Benjamin: "What are you doing! Hurry up when the stone and statue are received!"
Only then did Benjamin reflect the real reason why Ford was afraid of the reporters, but he didn't break it, scratching his cheek covered with a beard: "Can I make a call?"
Ford annoyedly moved the documents on his desk, exposed the phone, and pushed it in front of Benjamin, saying, "Are you trying to hit the stone in our warehouse? Anyway, we can't use it anymore, and we can give it to you! But I ca n’t guarantee that the phone will get through! "
Benjamin picked up the receiver and inserted his finger into the round dial. Uh, the dial turns, da da da, uh, the dial spins, da da da ...
Ford is still chattering, "Barton Telecom said that it will send someone to check this morning, it seems to be called Fitz or something, it is almost eleven! It hasn't come yet, I want to complain to him ..."
Benjamin has automatically blocked Ford's complaint because the phone was on. August 1st? ★★? Wenwen. ww.81zw.com?
"Grand Funeral Home, can I help you?" An unusually sweet voice came out.
Benjamin got goose bumps, and later it was Louise.
"What about Zach?"
"Have you anything? Mr. Grande is ..."
"It's me, Benjamin!"
"Oh, wait a minute." Louise's voice finally became normal.
Benjamin looked at Ford awkwardly and explained, "Newcomer."
Ford pouted and continued to bury himself in the file.
"Benjamin! Has the statue been received?"
"Received. I'm here at Ford. There are many useless stele statues in their warehouse. Will they be collected together? Ford is willing to give it to us."
"You drag yourself!" Ford raised his head and shouted, making sure Zac on the phone heard it.
Zac: "That's great! Thank you Mr. Ford for me!"
Benjamin smiled at Ford and continued to say to the phone: "That's fine. By the way, don't let Louise answer the phone again!"
"Ha ha……"
Benjamin put the phone back and pushed it back. Jin outside the window was already on the co-pilot and looked around. Benjamin stood up, thanked Ford for his slight indifference, and was ready to leave.
A man in worker attire pushed away from Ford's office, followed by a skinny young man with a messy red head and freckles. ▼ Eight ★ One ▼ Chinese ▼ Wenwen. ww.81zw.com?
"Mr. Ford, the person from Button Telecom is here."
"Humph!" Ford glanced at the phone on the table: "Are you finally here! Just made an insignificant phone call? No problem! Once it's an important call, it won't work! What's wrong with you!"
Benjamin shrugged, not caring about Ford's jokes, and consciously backed away and walked out.
Ford seemed angry: "You! You! Fitz or something! I want to complain to you!"
"I'm not Fitz, Fitz is on leave, I'm David ..."
"David! I don't care what leave it is! David and Fitz! I want to complain to you two!"
Benjamin left the office.
Just getting in the car, the dusty gold on the face because of the statue has been fastened the seat belt, anxiously urged: "Why so long, hurry, we should go to the Patton Police Station!"
Benjamin buckled his seat belt slowly and moved the truck. "What's the matter, what do you do if you run into another James? Do you want a group of police to see two long, same people?" Heads-up? "
Jin Shiyu stop.
Benjamin turned the steering wheel and tapped his radio as always.
"What would you do?" Kim asked back, and he was also curious why vampires and werewolves were interested in the aliens who attacked him. Protect the citizens of Barton? Jin Ke doesn't think so.
"Yes." Benjamin lengthened his voice: "Bring him back to Grande, and then ask why he will come to the city of Barton."
"You don't kill, uh, or clear him?" Kim was a little surprised.
"It depends on the situation." Benjamin frowned. "If he just wants to live quietly like Zach and Alice, I can have another brother in Grand's house."
Jin looked at the werewolf with an incredible expression. At this time, he also remembered that in the conversation between the three in the morning, the vampire and the werewolf did not say that they would kill or clear the ‘monster’ who was messing up in Barton City! To be precise, their wording is 'care'!
Kim realized that these two aliens were not concerned about the people in Barton, but their own safety in Barton! Just like the wolf hidden in the flock, the individual's exposure will cause the entire flock to be vigilant. The Grand House cares about its own safety!
"Then if he is not the same as you? What will you do?" Jin asked.
"Kill." The werewolf shrugged.
Half an hour later, the Patton Police Department.
Benjamin stood at the nobody's reception and looked in.
Normally, there should be police officers in uniforms to receive here, but today it seems not. Not only that, Benjamin looked through the reception desk, and there seemed to be few detectives in casual clothes inside the police station.
Benjamin didn't know that this morning, the Director of Cologne took a holiday to the police detectives of the Patton North District Headquarters, and now only the police officers who maintain daily security are working.
No one ignored Benjamin. He was thinking whether he would just walk in and explore for himself.
"Hey! Sir! Is there anything I can do for you?" Benjamin felt someone behind him patting himself and looking back, a short policewoman walked by with a pile of documents, and opened the front door. Want to go in.
Benjamin reached out to help her push open the door, picked up several documents that were dropped, and handed them to the policewoman who was already sitting at the front desk: "I'm looking for James Lance."
The height difference between Benjamin's policewoman standing up and sitting down was negligible, and she immediately took a step back. The werewolf knew that his figure would sometimes be stressful. His eyes looked around, reaching for his head and scratching his head: "However, it seems that he was not seen."
"Thank you!" The policewoman took some quick breaths, calmed her head away from her forehead, and smiled. She first expressed her gratitude to Benjamin, and then asked, "Are you looking for Detective Lance? Are you? "
"Oh!" Benjamin rubbed his right hand on his coat a few times and reached out to the policewoman: "We used to serve in a unit, we used to be friends. I heard he came to work at Patton Police Station, so let's take a look."
The policewoman smiled and took Benjamin's very clean hands that hadn't changed even after she wiped them on her body. They were rough but wide and warm. They nodded in a clear way, "Zeng", past tense?
"Did he not come today?" Benjamin's honest image of the veteran was finished, and he asked what he wanted to ask.
The policewoman shook her head regretfully: "Sorry, he left with his partner only half an hour ago."
"The detective's life must be very busy." Benjamin pursed his lips, smiling disappointedly, and stepped back to leave. He knew that the contrast between appearance and expression was the most useful weapon for women.
"Wait!" Sure enough, the policewoman stopped the man who had once been a second-generation comrade-in-arms, but he was lost and no one was thinking about it. Only a man who could only leave the field-Benjamin: "You can leave a message, I can Tell him for you! "
Benjamin stopped and thought, and finally shook his head. "No more ..." He left after finishing his turn.
"Wait!" The policewoman's voice was clearly anxious, woman ... "You can leave the phone, I can guarantee that he will call you!"
Benjamin stopped again, his dark brown eyebrows frowned together, and seemed to be in a fierce ideological struggle.
The policewoman breathed a sigh of relief and decided to add some material: "You know that the detectives have been busy missing cases these days, so there is very little free time. It is normal for Detective Lance to neglect to contact his former friends."
Instead, the girl comforted Benjamin.
Benjamin suppressed the guilt of deceiving this kind policewoman, nodded, walked back to the reception desk, and looked at the policewoman with gratitude, "Thank you, do you have pen and paper?"
The policewoman took a pen from the front pocket of her uniform and a stack of notes, and handed it to Benjamin. Benjamin took it and wrote down the phone of [Grand Funeral Home], the signature was 'ss' (shape-shifter), and it was handed to the policewoman, saying with some embarrassment: "This is where I work, I live Where."
The policewoman carefully closed the phone, and when she wanted to say something, Benjamin had turned and left, leaving a generous back.