The Record Of Barton's Fantastical Events

Chapter 65: Chapter 31 A Decent Funeral

James watched several people rush past his car and surround the vampire. Old Hank instructed several people to lay Zach flat, then without using a real scalpel, he began to cut the vampire using the wood carving knife that he normally used for carving.

Sizzling soft noises continued to appear from the vampire’s body, and the silver shrapnel, screws, fragments, and nails were picked out by Old Hank little by little.

There were red patches in Zach’s eyes. As the objects embedded in his body were taken out, Zach’s eyes began to return to amber-like light green.

“Thanks, thank you.” Zach tried to bend his lips to smile, but Old Hank pressed his face with a rough palm. The vampire could feel Old Hank’s wood carving knife cutting his neck, and then something was taken out.

“Don’t thank me!” Old Hanke’s voice was always so loud, with an annoying tone, “Thank that beautiful woman!”

Zach’s gaze shifted and then he found Louise who was sitting next to him. However, he couldn’t say anything with his face pressed.

Louise held gauze in her hand, and Alice the banshee pinched the needle in her hand and sutured Zach’s wound with cotton thread. Silverware will block the vampire’s recovery ability. If the wound can’t be healed, Zach can really rest in peace.

Louise’s face was a little pale, no one could not tell whether it was worry, fear, or anger. Under Alice’s guidance, she used gauze to hold down the stitched wound. On the contrary, Alice was worried, her hand holding the needle was constantly shaking. Fortunately, Zach was a quiet victim, and he didn’t blame the banshee for the mistakes she made when stitching the wound…

“Heh, haha…” Under the overturned old car, there was a burst of weak laughter. Revenge tried to move his body, trying to liberate his oppressed respiratory system, but he failed.

There is one thing to know about old cars. Compared with current popular cars, old-fashioned cars are more similar to today’s Jeep, the roof is usually not metal, but simple linen canopy, which is the only reason Revenge was still alive.

“What, what did, I fucking see? !” Revenge coughed, but his chest was completely suppressed, only his neck and head twitched on the ground, showing his pain at this time, “a, a group of people, saving a fucking vampire!” ”

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Jim left Zach, and he couldn’t help much in front of the wound full of silverware. Jim tore a piece of gauze, squeezed it into a ball, and stuffed it into Revenge’s mouth.

“One is dead.” Jim looked at the three people under the car, using James’ appearance and voice, “the other one passed out. This one.” Jim pointed to Revenge whose mouth was gagged: “is noisy.”

James brushed the shards of glass scattered on his back and got out of his car with difficulty. Old Hank glared at James fiercely and threw away three bullets casually. In the hunter’s homemade grenade’s shrapnel, these deformed cone-shaped bullets were obviously shot by James.

Zach heaved a sigh of relief. He was prepared for the hunter’s attack and protected his chest and important blood vessels. But he was not prepared for James’ shot. The bullet was buried deep in the internal organs, blocking the flow of blood. Once it was taken out, Zach felt a lot better.

Old Hank checked the wound on Zach again, and after confirming that there was no omission, he took the knife back, took out a metal square alcohol bottle from his waist, threw it to Zach, and snorted: “Madison, Alice, Pretty Woman! Let’s go back!”

The vampire sat up and nodded to the people with different looks beside him. After a while, the sound of the engine starting came, and Louise supported Alice’s trembling shoulders and got into Maddison’s car, turning around slowly, leaving Jim behind.

James half-opened his mouth. Things happened too fast. If Jim was not standing in here exactly like him, James would have doubted whether all this was a dream!

This dream started when the hunter threw the grenade, and the detective’s impression of the hunter was closer to a criminal.

“Jim, swap.” Zach drank the blood sent by Old Hank, his own bottle was penetrated in the explosion, and there was no drop left.

“What! what are you doing!” That’s how James’s other dream began. Jim pushed James on the car’s cover blankly and started to strip James’ clothes!

James’ right arm was weirdly twisted from shoulder to wrist, unable to resist the shape-shifter. After a while, he lay down on the ground, totally helpless, watching Jim put on his clothes!

“Don’t look at me like that, Detective Rance.” Zach looked calmly at James, who was staring at him.

Of course, James stared at the vampire! Jim stripped off his clothes because he ordered him to do it!

“I changed my mind.” Zach pulled James up, pressed his dislocated shoulder, and then with a click and James’ screams, his shoulder was pushed back to its original position, and then his hand elbows, wrists, “I won’t kill them, but I still have to fulfill the promise I made to Mr. Hermann.” The vampire glanced at the hunter under the car and pulled James into Benjamin’s truck. After a few brief explanations, he also left and returned to the Grande Funeral Home.

Do you know why the vampire’s decision was suddenly changed? Because of the old Hank, Alice, Benjamin, and Louise. They all came for the vampire, this was no longer a small action by Zach alone.

Two hours later, the Grande Funeral Home, Zach’s office.

Zach answered the phone, and he put the receiver sideways in the air so that James, who was wearing a bandage on his arm, could also hear Mr. Hermann’s voice.

“They found the murderer.” The voice over the receiver was not excited, but sad. A woman’s cry could be heard in the receiver, it should be Mrs. Hermann.

“When they found them, one was killed and two wounded.” There was a hint of anger in Mr. Hermann’s voice: “You said, you will let them die!”

Zach squinted slightly, with a meaningful smile on his mouth, looked at James who was pale, and said into the microphone: “Sorry Mr. Hermann, the detective named James Rance followed Too tight. What can I say, that is a hardworking detective. Mr. Hermann should be thankful that there are such detectives in Barton.”

James turned sideways, his face became even paler.

“I do not care! I want them to pay!”

“Well, I think Mr. Hermann has the ability to put them on the death row, maybe this is better. Doesn’t Mr. Hermann think so?” Zach stopped provoking James, put the receiver near his ear, and said lightly.

There was silence over the phone, with only suppressed breathing. After a while, Hermann’s voice reappeared: “You are right! I will confirm this!” After a short pause, “your check, I will post it.”

“Wait a minute, Mr. Hermann.” Zach stopped Hermann, who was about to hang up. “don’t you think that Connor needs a proper funeral?”

The silence of suppressed sobs, and with the cries of a middle-aged woman in the background is extremely heart-wrenching.

“You are right, my Connor needs a decent funeral…”

Zach put down the phone and looked again at James, who deliberately turned his head sideways and didn’t look at himself: “After everything you have done, during the period of recovery, at least prepare a funeral for Connor. What do you think?”

James’ chin was trembling, and he was frowning. No one knew what he was thinking, but after a while, he nodded.

Zach lowered his eyes, nodded, got up, left his desk, and walked to the side door.

“Wait!” James turned sideways and stared at Zach who had opened the side door and revealed Louise waiting outside, “Who is the real murderer! Connor’s murderer! Before the earthbound spirit!”

“Ryan.” Zach turned his head and looked at James calmly: “His name is Ryan, you should call him by name. If you want to know the whole thing, you should ask him. ”

The rugby jacket condensed before James’ eyes, and Zach closed the door.