James has plans to take Ford's office-Joe's case.

Before saying this, you need to go back to what happened in the police station in the morning.

Zach was not hit by Bisharp on the street. The Bisharp had already got Joe's case, so we already knew.

But I was curious about what happened when James Bishop decided to spend time with his activities abroad, and then Bizarre allowed Zac to enjoy a flying flight. What happened?

The answer is very realistic. 'Bi Sharp' went directly to Director Darcy. There is nothing to do with the fierce spirit occupying the human body, and the last chance to be a heir of this life, the only confrontation is that ‘Lao Tzu is the richest person in the city of Patton, and you are the public service person in this city’ I have requirements, you have to meet.

The traceback ends.

The relationship between Joe's case and Ford's funeral home is that Joe's body, in police records, was sent to Ford's funeral. Given that the funeral home is no longer a public resource, James has no right to question the body that has been transferred from the police station, but this is James' plan.

He was going to remind Ford: No one had the right to call Joe's body if it was still there. The police who have completed the Joe case will not work, nor will the 'Bisharp' who deliberately want to make trouble.

But this time, I want to avoid the identities of detectives and funeral directors, but they are closely related to these two identities. Only people with these two identities can understand. Understand, James has no right to remind Ford, because James has nothing to do with Joe's body. Similarly, Ford should not be informed of this reminder, because the boss of the funeral industry is a civilian, and he should not be aware of the power dispute in the police station.

What James had to do was just as a police detective and a normal person who was off duty, and invite the funeral director who had passed the business hours, or just Ford, who was a normal person. Take a ride, have a few drinks, whatever you want ...

This plan is as simple as saying hello to two passers-by.

Out.

When James approached Ford's office, he came out-

"You have called the police."

Unfamiliar voices came from the office, and the sound of heavy rain masked most of the volume, but we all know how sensitive James is to ‘alarms’. He heard it.

James' mental state may still remain in a simple plan execution, but his body is honest, his coat is pulled away neatly, and James's hand is already instinctively placed on the holster.

"That is very regrettable, Mr. Ford, I thought we could cooperate happily." The same strange voice. The sound of rain could not cover up anything, and James was already standing by the door.

In a blink of an eye, to remove the drops of water falling on the eyes, James' body has completely completed the state transition, the gun has been clenched in his hands ... The lights in the office are off.

There was only a momentary stagnation, and the gunshots were not in James' hands. James' eyes widened. "Barton Police Station!" Kicked in.

Still a self-conscious action of the body's detachment, James completed a body depression at the moment of breaking the door. The bright flash of light apparently came from a weapon controlled by someone other than James. James felt his wet hair was pierced by something.

It was too late to sigh the progress of life across a chasm that was trampled by death, and James saw the body that was turned up in that short glare. Bang ... That body turned over the window at the other end of the office.

Yaoguang was once again extinct, continuous, not aiming at murder at all, just to suppress the existing shooting method, so that James did not dare to raise his status. In the thick rain, some footsteps are gradually buried.

"Zac!" James used his most penetrating voice.

Zac.

Zac ’s inexpressible marvelous pressure in front of a row of ‘pregnant women’.

"I have a car ..." The dwarf, answering Zac's question.

Gunshots. It's a bit like the smoke or coffee Zuck needs now, um, anything that can awaken Zack's numb senses in this season and weather. Because the penetration of this sound is sufficient.

Zac looked in that direction.

The second shot.

Zac frowned, lifted his hand away and inexplicably grabbed his dwarf, and moved up.

Continuous third, fourth, fifth, sixth ... gunshots. Zac has disappeared into the morgue.

On the land enjoying the spring rain, a narrow one-person wide passage appeared from the morgue to Ford's office at an incredible speed.

"Zac!" James just achieved the highest frequency that his vocal cords could vibrate. His crooked back was as if being splashed by the water from the back and soaked. It was as painful as a wrong posture and falling into the water, and the cold feeling wrapped around James' back. But, the truth is undisguised, James felt safe.

The continuous gunfire continued, and the glaring light still appeared outside the window of destruction. James' shoulder was grabbed and the force majeure was tilted. James completed a transfer beside Zac's leg. The only thing he can see in this brief process of being placed in absolute security is that he is given the red mansions of security at two points.

"He's running away! Go chasing him!" James was still adjusting his balance behind Zac, and he already shouted that he knew that as long as he said it, Zac would definitely accomplish the task.

Zac did not finish.

the reason?

The office lights turned on again. What Zac opened, and the light was on was that the red awn in his eyes faded to ordinary light green. Zac raised his hands to peel off the metal particles that were staggered on his chest, snapped, and crossed these fallen metal particles, and Zach approached the broken window-the kind that was slower than normal people walking.

Zac's eyes, out of the window, the figure that had become smaller in the rainy night. The other party stopped shooting and completely disappeared in the rainy night.

"What are you doing !!!" James was able to stand up again, he was angry, Zac did not complete the task he gave ...

The body stood up again, the bright lights, James saw, and collapsed in front of the window, Mr. Ford on the side of the desk. Red, spread under Mr. Ford's body.

The question mark just now, the reason why Zack did not complete the James mission, here, at this moment, a life really dies.

"What ... what are you ..." At the final stage of his life, Mr. Ford didn't seem to have much brain capacity to handle more things, he could only ask the question before him.

In front of Zach, the clothes were messy and embarrassed, and the pits were still covered with red and white water drops. But Zac still sorted out his clothes, smiled, and approached Mr. Ford to squat. "Oh, what's the matter, I don't know anymore. I'm Zachary Grand."

"Yes, yes." Well, at the end of life, this last question can't be answered. This is life. Mr. Ford's already crippled head became weaker, and his eyelids began to close ...

Zac glanced back at James.

The situation at hand is very simple. Save or not save.

Is this a question that needs to be asked? "Save him!" James was even more angry. The angry Zac actually needed him to call it out.

Zac turned his head back and opened Mr. Ford's eyes that were about to close. "Remember, I will always be an industry junior in the Southern District who occasionally needs your care."

Perhaps Zac's red eyes would be better when he said this. Wait a minute, maybe ... no, just like that.

Ford's head lowered weakly, keeping his posture against his chest against his chin. In the eyes forcibly opened by Zac, it was Zac's hand on his abdomen, red, which was full of Zac's hand.

Ford he began to feel one thing, Zac's hand, partly, in his body.

For a normal middle-aged man, at any time, I mean, at any time, he will not enjoy his body and be invaded.

The situation is changing very quickly.

Ford suddenly raised his hand and pushed away Zac, "Take your hand away !!"

Zac took the opportunity to sit on the slightly messy ground, wearing clothing that he couldn't ask for anyway, wiping his hands full of bright red, looking at Ford, and smiling, "How do you feel?"

Ford's body froze for a moment, and then quickly pulled off the clothes in front of him, wiped out the messy blood stains, stared at his peculiar middle-aged man's ... rough belly ... blinked, and froze again.

Zac continued to wipe the blood on his hands, James, and James ’body shook—the kind of excitement, and James’ instinct told him that he did not want to participate in the follow-up communication between the two funeral owners . James turned and ran into the rain, and after a while, he saw the trace of James's trace of being wiped out in the rain gradually running away from the broken window. Give it a compliment, such a serious detective is hard to come by.

Ford's stagnation ended, and suddenly looked up at Zac, Zac was still smiling.

Ford's body began to work hard, backing away from the friction between the body and the body-away from smiling at himself.

Ford didn't move far, the desk was right behind him, and after a brief jarring friction between the table legs and the ground, the top of the wall was nowhere to go.

Ford's legs began to flex and stretch, and his body was also adjusting balance, he was ready to stand up. Human limbs, after all, have a clear division of labor, and the way of moving on the ground is not a human advantage. Ford is ready to stand up and escape? Maybe, he failed anyway.

As soon as Ford got up, he crooked, lying on the pool of blood he had made ...

"Anemia." Zac still smiled, gave up wiping his hands clean, and slouched back on the ground. "You are not suitable for strenuous exercise now."

Ford's face was twitching, and he was reminded that his lying red came from himself.

The atmosphere of the office began to settle.

Hey. There must be this process, tolerate it.

"What are you ..." Ford ... gave up again and leaned back to the desk, staring at his red hand and asked. Interesting. The re-start of life is the same as the problem at the end of life.

"Zachary Grande." Smiling, with a blameful blame in light green eyes. Not to mention Zac's hypocrisy. This is not a play, but a real emotion. Just at the end of your life, let you remember who I am and forget?

"I didn't ask your name! I need you to tell me your name !!!" Ford was actually angry, "I ask you what you are !!! What! Understand?"

It ’s a donkey or a horse, you said it.

"Is it important?" Don't say, this is hypocritical.

"Are you a human ?!" Ford did ... directly, staring at Zac's ragged and soaked clothing, "I saw those bullets shot into your body !!! I saw those bullets hit by your body ... … Spit it out! You ca n’t be human !!! ”

Not hypocritical, Zack complained, "At least the reason I am not human is that I saved you, how."

"So you admit it! You are not human! What are you ?!" The persistent life re-starter, just like a crying baby.

Hypocritical, "Like I said, you just need to know that I am Zachary Grande."

"I know Zachary Grande can't sit here without any damage under the gunshot! I know Zachary Grande can't ... pull me back from death !!"

Not hypocritical, "The biggest myth of the relationship between people is that everyone thinks they know everything about a person." Inexplicable moments of life perception, "but in fact, no one really knows anyone."

"you are not human!!"

Hypocritical, "I was injured."

Ford ... Ford began to look for something on hand, found a document that fell to the ground, and hit Zac without hesitation.

"Aw." Zac did not hide. "It hurts."

be quiet. Ten full seconds.

"I'm still alive." Ford looked at Zac.

"You are still alive." Zac returned with a smile.

The atmosphere is good, if you stop here, everyone should have no opinion. But everyone understands.

The dwarf, standing at the door of the office, "Old, boss, still working overtime, hard work ..." He saw the messy office, this is not the point, the point is the twisted bullets on the ground and the pool of blood on the ground. So shut up.

Ford stared at his employees, "Why are you still here! You are off work early!"

Zac wanted to sigh, shook his head, and stopped standing on the ground. He stood up. "You recently received a batch of corpses here." Zac hesitated and said, "They are not corpses, they are still alive. Know where you received it from. "

Ford didn't have time to answer, maybe he wasn't ready to answer, he was still thinking about what he was in. At this time, James was back. James didn't come back alone.

"Hamilton." Zac nodded. Zac was not surprised. When the dwarf appeared at the door, Zac sensed that the Hamilton descent appeared within his perceivable range.

Hamilton is also very polite, "Zac." Honorific salute, "Ford." Nodded to say hello.

"Allen's funeral Hamilton!" Although Ford has not yet been able to stand up, he has just proved that he has the ability to express his emotions fully in his words. As for the tone, everyone thinks about it.

Hamilton didn't care about Ford's tone and looked at Zac. "People are dead. He tried to ambush James. I was stopped." Frowning, looking annoyed, "I should pay attention, I need him. Alive. "Ford-" *! What the **** happened !!! "

"We need to talk about it, right?" Zach glanced around.

"we need!"

Ford and Hamilton together.