Chapter 19: Chair back

Outside the police station, James opened the door and sat in the driver's seat without a word. Eight ▲ one ★ middle? ■ Wenwen. ww.8.11zw.com? Zac rubbed for a while before Shi Shiran sat on ... When he came, he was stuffed as a prisoner in the back seat, so Zac took a sip of wine, and on the return trip, he took the co-pilot.
It was a great sacrifice. After noon, the sun went to the west. On the way back, Zack couldn't take it ...
"You don't want to know, why did your team leader let you let this case go? I heard it." The sacrifice was naturally to appease James' small heart.
James glanced at Zac sideways, sullenly ignoring this guy. The thing that hurt James even more was the professional insult he was asked to send Zac back.
Zac raised his eyebrows. Before he came out, the female team leader, James ’s immediate superior, only told Detective Coulson when he told the police ’s boss that the order James had received From his partner Coulson. There is a sentence that makes Zac sympathize with James.
"Lance is not a Patton, I don't expect him to understand the impact of" Herman "on Patton. You are, you are also a partner of Lance, you go to solve it."
Coulson's solution is, "People (referring to Zack) are brought by you, you are offended, go to apologize! Send it back! Then go to Emilia! This is the last time I cover you! You consciously Click! Go! Go! My partner! Not your toilet brusher! "
Coulson did not solve anything, but shifted, old detective, old fritters. James, too sympathetic.
When the police station gradually backed away and disappeared on the side of the window that left, Zac waved his hand, weirdly placed against the backrest, pulled the rocker of the back of the chair, and fell back a little bit. Okay, the police put this case down completely. ?? Eight ◆ One Chinese ▼ Wen Wang www.81zw.com ★ If you follow the method I originally thought, you will hate the situation now. "
James still did not speak, silently increased the throttle. For him, there is nothing more annoying than it is now. The person he caught in front of everyone, he will now send it back in person. And this person is still, he will never shut up and think that he is better than all humans, habitually referring to the hand-drawn vampire-Zac. Feel it.
Zac found a comfortable angle, almost half-lying, looking at the rear view, where James' gloomy eyes just reflected. Zac moved his body comfortably. James's car was really good. The chair was soft enough.
Zac did not consciously feel free at this time, and there was no difference from Dessert. James' eyes in the rear-view mirror collapsed blue muscles. In addition to tolerance, what else can be done.
"You should think so." The vampire, who was too comfortable, raised his hand in front of himself on his back, gesturing, "Things will only go in two directions, you will either shut me up at the police station, holding the letter writer It was the idea that I was framed, and I went after him. I also worried that I would stay in the police station honestly and not do anything 'thing'. "
Zac raised his eyebrows and paused. "Or, as now, you can stare at me at any time, don't worry about anything, we can find the person who wrote the letter together."
Of course, this incident will not be left alone because the police let it go!
Because "Toledo" appears in the salutation, Zac will surely pursue it. As for James, letting go of such things might not exist in his consciousness. Eight ▼ one ◆ ▼ Chinese? ww.81zw.com ▲
The wrinkled brows in the rearview mirror are tighter, and there are not many sides of the eyeballs that have been compressed. James really didn't want to turn his head to see Zac, who used his car as a bed, to express ‘I ’m‘ looking ’at you from the rearview mirror, which is the limit James can make.
Zac adjusted his lower body again, showing a strong expression, and in the rearview mirror, someone's image gradually became clear.
James's eyes flicked and turned away, his face was grim, he stepped on his feet, and the throttle was even bigger!
Zac still didn't realize it, and he didn't know the so-called breath, and the influence in the rearview mirror bounced away a few times.
"It's really difficult." Zach said to himself suddenly. "It's much more complicated than acting in the sun. I need to 'refuse' any light source that shines on me ..."
Wrong, Zac was a little bit conscious and stretched his hand and patted Hamms on the shoulder. "Oh, sorry, you shouldn't have said that to you, you won't understand." Zac bent his lips openly, "Only vampires will understand."
James kicked the throttle. Everyone understands.
The degree of a few surges is nothing to a vampire. On the contrary, Zac still enjoys it. Although humans do n’t understand many things, they ca n’t deny that they know too much, such as how to keep the clothes tidy under the movement of breaking through physical fitness-sitting in the car. This world cannot be separated from human beings.
Zac looked up and looked at the scene of the retreat outside the window. This was just to remind him that the time for the return trip would be reduced. If he wanted to not waste this road, he needed to hurry up.
"James." Zac lay halfway on the back of the chair, closing his eyes comfortably. "You haven't told the messenger you saw."
James said nothing.
Zach continued, "How did you see the second letter being sent out? Who is that person?"
not talking.
"James? I asked you a question, please answer." Zac continued.
not talking.
"James?" Continue.
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In the car, the harsh friction sound could be heard, Zack's knee hit the seat because of inertia. Zucker pulled up the meticulous shirt that Zac had organized obliquely, buckled on Zac's chin, and the clothes were wrinkled ridiculously on the upper body, accumulating on his chest and exposing his entire stomach.
"Go down!" James said as he pulled the sore chest, looking at the embarrassed Zack, "Now!"
Zac's hand fiddled with the lever, and the back slowly dragged Zac up slowly, "Good job, James, good job." Zac twitched his mouth, just as he still praised humanity in his heart Look now.
While tidying and flattening the clothes, he looked at the scene outside the window, "Where is this?"
"It's none of your business! You go down!" James shouted.
Ignoring Zac, he continued to organize his appearance in the car, looking sideways to the building in front.
There was a lot of movement in James' parking. Someone had already poked his head out from behind the building's window. It was obviously still the North District. It seemed that James was not going to send Zac back.
In a certain window, Zac saw Emilia, who opened the curtains and looked over here.
Zac pursed his lips. "How long does your treatment take?"
James pulled the key, pulled the seat belt, and said, "No, off, you, yes, thing!"
"What do you usually talk about?" Zack slowly unbuttoned every button, flattened every inch of clothing, and then buttoned. The image of a disheveled man is still under the eyes of a girlfriend who is guilty and has passed away. impossible.
Repeat two words, repeat the above sentence.
Zac glanced at James and shook his head.
Straightening the last inch of folds, Zac pushed open the door. Going up, she glanced at Emilia behind a floor-to-ceiling window. She no longer ignored James and walked to the side of the road.
Fortunately, the platform is next to it. (To be continued.)