Zachary had been incredibly busy recently, which prompted Yaritza to grant him two days off for some much-needed rest. Looking for a way to unwind, Zachary decided to go fishing, carrying his fishing rods, nets, and bait. Although his initial plan was to use his new sports car for a race, an unfortunate incident occurred the previous night. While driving his new car to the race location, Zachary came to a stop at a red light. Little did he know that this moment of pause would lead to a startling turn of events. His sports car's convertible top was down, leaving his belongings exposed. Seizing the opportunity, a robber approached his car and swiftly took his wallet and watches. The incident happened so quickly that Zachary couldn't react in time. The robber made a swift escape. Feeling violated and shaken by the experience, Zachary reached for his phone to call for help. However, before he could dial, a sense of fear washed over him as the robber returned and snatched his phone as wel
Yaritza returned home and changed her clothes before heading to the kitchen. Zachary mentioned that he had caught two large fish, but no matter how she looked, she could only see one.Curious, Yaritza asked, "Zachary, where are the two fish? Why do I only see one?"Zachary replied, "They're both in that bucket."Yaritza raised an eyebrow and questioned, "But didn't you say there were two?"Zachary rolled up his sleeve and revealed the large carp, uncovering a smaller fish beneath it. He proudly said, "Here's the other one."Yaritza observed the small fish, barely the size of a finger, and commented, "So you consider this a big fish? This tiny fish is what you call big?"Pointing to the carp, Zachary defended himself, "The big fish is this one!" He then turned to Yaritza and added, "And don't underestimate the other fish. It took me four hours to catch it!"Expressing his frustration, Zachary continued, "Today, I felt belittled. Someone looked down on me because I'm poor."Surprised, Y
Yaritza responded, "Yes, but it might induce spasmodic reactions.""What kind of reactions?" Zachary questioned, seeming puzzled."They're nervous tics, similar to your current head tilting and shaking," Yaritza clarified.Zachary, in a light-hearted manner, lifted his hand, mimicking a spraying motion towards Yaritza, humorously remarking, "Looks like you've got some twitching and head-shaking too!"Yaritza observed the feverish, vomiting, and sniffling dog, clearly in the severe stages of the disease, and suggested, "Maybe euthanasia would be a more humane option to alleviate its pain."Zachary frowned and looked at the dog slowly dragging towards him, leaving trails of mucus on his shoes. The dog was still struggling! How could euthanasia even be an option in this situation? After contemplating for a moment, he said, "Yaritza, could you accommodate the dog at your place tonight? I'll take it to the vet tomorrow." Yaritza almost sprung up, protesting, "I have a baby at home! You're n
The police officer ended his call and handed the phone to Zachary, saying Jared Winthrop was on the line.Zachary took the phone. "Brother!" "Are you alright? Don't be scared," came the calming voice of Jared."Where's Yaritza?" Zachary questioned, his voice unsteady."She's searching for you too," Jared responded. "She's okay for now, although someone from the disciplinary committee did talk to her yesterday. You need to focus on yourself for now. How badly were you hurt? What happened?""I was kidnapped by a group of people pretending to be the disciplinary committee," Zachary confessed, his grip on the phone tight as he trembled. "They tormented me all night. But I'm... I'm not dead yet."After his phone conversation, Zachary was taken to the hospital for an examination. His body was littered with bruises, along with soft tissue injuries and some subcutaneous bruising. Jared Winthrop, alongside Lucy and Yaritza, and a single officer from the Public Security Bureau arrived at the h
Yaritza emerged from her phone call and noticed Zachary, awake and sitting up in bed with the bedside lamp turned on."Why did they leave you here?" Zachary asked. "No more nurses? Leaving you to look after me? What kind of situation is this?"Yaritza smiled and replied, "Consider it an opportunity for me to make amends, okay?""You can't be blamed for this," Zachary reassured her.Yaritza smiled lightly and asked, "Are you hungry? I still have some warm porridge and soup for you.""I'm hungry," Zachary responded.As Yaritza went to get the porridge and soup, she asked, "Which one would you like?""Porridge," Zachary said, getting out of bed and serving himself at the table. After finishing a bowl of porridge, he looked at Yaritza."Tell me what's going on," Zachary said.Yaritza nodded and mentioned a name, "Hezekiah Head!""Who?" Zachary looked confused. "His name isn't on the list of local important figures! Is he just a local troublemaker? But someone like that wouldn't be involve
The men sent by Zachary's grandfather stood in front of him, both of them experienced special forces soldiers, intelligence operatives, and undercover agents. Their capabilities in combat and subterfuge were unquestionable. As they sat down, their official presence made Zachary feel a sense of authority looming over him. With a slight smile, Zachary looked at the two men, feeling quite satisfied. However, in his mind, he couldn't help but complain: "Did my grandfather really have to give me such high-profile support for investigating Hezekiah Head? Now I feel a bit guilty." He then asked, "Did my grandfather provide any specific instructions?" Did dealing with Hezekiah Head require the involvement of such highly skilled professionals? Was it like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut? Or perhaps Hezekiah Head was more formidable than he initially assumed? Alternatively, did his grandfather want to provide an extra layer of protection for him? Their response was rather cryptic: "If you
At this point, it was evident that Yaritza was equally determined. The truth was that evading challenges on the battlefield often resulted in undesirable outcomes. Yaritza's voice echoed from her office, "Please come in." Zachary pushed the door open and noticed the bouquet of flowers he had sent resting on Yaritza's desk. Closing the door behind him, he approached her desk, holding a movie ticket in his hand. With a shy smile and a hint of nervousness, he stammered, "These flowers... I mean, this flower... I was planning to send it secretly!" Realizing that the flowers might not be to Yaritza's taste at the moment, he decided not to ask if it was a good idea. Yaritza looked up at Zachary and remarked, "Oh, so your secret delivery involves blocking my door with a lot of fanfare and making the whole company aware of it afterward." Zachary chuckled and admitted, "Well, that was a mistake! It was a mistake." Zachary blinked and looked at Yaritza, lost for words. Yaritza asked Zachar
Deon, Zachary's grandfather, spotted him and greeted him with a rare smile. "No more trouble this time, right?" he asked.Zachary replied, "I've been staying at my place, so how could anything happen?" He narrowed his eyes at Deon and added, "Your grandson is tough. If anyone dares to bully me, I'll fight back with full force."Deon glanced at Zachary and said, "So you're still getting into fights?"Zachary chuckled and said, "Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose; that's just how it goes." Quickly changing the subject, Zachary congratulated his uncle, parents, and cousin, Alani Dickson, on their recent achievements.Alani Dickson laughed lightly and commented, "It's been years, but you're still as smooth-talking as ever."Zachary pursed his lips and replied, "I call it charm, and charming folks get rewarded with candy." He winked at Deon and continued, "Right, Grandpa?" When Zachary was a child, his grandparents used to save candy specifically for him rather than for Alani Dickson an
Zachary blinked, quickly accepting the setup, and as Celine Kirk spotted him, the little dainty girl sat on Keenan's arm and weakly made her way into the Antique Row exhibit. Antique line this piece of treasure, and occasionally fights, the whole street is ancient and low-key luxury, looking at the broken doors and windows made of rotten wood, may be the Quinton dug out of the sycamore perch, Zachary last time to bring Xavier Burch, rookie Mr. stepped on the boss lazy didn't sweep the ash, are a shock afraid of which is a thousand years of the ashes of the royal relatives. His wrist was still in Zachary's hand, and he begged for forgiveness with a downward-facing posture that turned a hundred and eighty degrees, "I'm wrong - the people next to me are looking at oh, that girl has an indignant expression of being split up from her cp, as if she's going to pounce on me and eat me." "Eh, just kidding." Callum Luna grinned and begged for mercy - he'd just struck out of nowhere, and while
"... How much do you hate your leader?" The tomb keeper shook his head in an old-fashioned manner, "This amount of money is no more expensive than a life."Zachary hooked the man who was about to leave, "We're not done talking, look at this, have you seen it when you were in the antique business?"Joselyn Robles looked at them both from side to side and her smile didn't go down, "Zach there's no need to rush, since so many threads are intertwined it's most likely a secret under one karmic copy, the poison looks creepy but other than the ability to catalyze the very sight of it no other harm has been found so far, it's more of a 'link' than a poison '."Suspicious, the tomb keeper counted through the bills and was pleasantly surprised; he drew out the charm concealed in them, and the moment he saw the human-faced phoenix, his expression changed.The tomb keeper admired and put away the red ticket, "You're really something, OK, I'll keep it for you."
Though he also felt that the old lady was making a bit of a fuss about it, and that 8 was so burnt out right now, how could he have time to interfere with them, and that Zachary would be even less able to do that when he was splitting up eight people to use them, and tossing them out of the way."The two cases are not unrelated, one could even say they are related, what Callum Luna said is true, it was 'Roderick Luna' who financed the curator of the painting exhibition, and that's not the only thing, the antique auction house a while back, the floating cloud carving that was intercepted by Vice Ramirez The silver needle, finally found in the diary sent by Ms Ara, was the very one that Dulce Hooper used to make all the blood pacts for the Gale Watts sacrifice."Callum Luna demonstrates the attitude of the Luna family, "-He who dares to desecrate God is not worthy of death."Celine Kirk, who had long since leaned against the car, shook out her skirt, "Let's just s
"Unsolved case." Zachary didn't have much of an expression, "I've been investigating this, his death took up all my energy, it's not exactly a secret within the Way, sorry, just didn't want to get you involved."Celine Kirk grunted coldly, "Cut the crap, Sea Ring aside, since Gale Watts has a lead on Roderick Luna, the Luna's are in charge, and it's been two nights since the Gale Watts monstrous statue posed as a deity, so don't tell me that your team hasn't come up with anything."But now that Zachary just said it, he instead thought there was a hidden agenda, or else Zachary wouldn't have softened his attitude until he was sure that the spell poison was completely insurmountable.Zachary frowned when he heard a cold yet pleasant inquiry lazily coming from behind him, "Who are you?"Keenan stood aloof, looking at Lone High with a nose, and nodded along, "Zach's got a good point."After the Gale Watts case, Zachary has considered slowly pushing the
The more Zachary thought about it, the more likely it was, and volunteered to confess his thoughts, "Are you after me?"Keenan came back from cleaning up, fleshed out and surprised, thinking he'd finally gotten the hang of it, "How so?""Because I dumped you with a whimper, and you tried to dump me back, and I cried bitter tears, so we're both barely even." Zachary blinks at him, and with a twitch of his brain, suddenly says, "How about right now."Keenan's face faded down, heart really, he leaned toward the back of the chair, his eyes some thin dangerous: "Now what, I chase you, you promise, then I dumped you, two minutes to get it done, you and I grudges two eliminated, never see each other again, is this what it means?""Of course not, then wouldn't our previous relationship be child's play?"Zachary shook his head, "No matter what I've done to break your heart, there hasn't been a single moment for the four years we've been together that I have
Zachary typed in the password as Keenan read it, and suddenly lurched, finally realizing that the inexplicably familiar string of numbers was his birthday, "You're still on your old phone?"Zachary looked closely, the paintings in the show were all human figures, familiar with the large color stacks and twisted lines of the netherworld painting style he had read about so many times in the art room of the lab building, "Oooh, this could be a genre, the underground overdrive style?"But Dulce Hooper's soul has gone. How can a body without a soul move fraudulently?Naturally, Callum Luna's ramblings alone don't count, Zachary: "How can they be sure it's Roderick Luna?"His head was groggy from the low fever, and he had residual pain all over his body, and he didn't want to move at all, but he might have overslept a bit, and he didn't want to go back to sleep, so he started swiping at his phone.Zachary guessed that they did not dare to easily give up
When he got up again, there was a hazy, pale light, and Zachary braced himself, and it was like he'd been run over by a car, and after the shock had passed through him, and the soreness danced in every bone, and stabbed a little bit at his joints, and his arm collapsed, and he fell back down again."It was him." Keenan phrased, "Six months after you evaporated, he was arrested for illegal proselytizing, and when I was sorting through my materials, I found a notebook I'd borrowed from him, with a piece of paper sandwiched between it with a messy yardage drawn on it, which I thought at first was draft paper, but realized it wasn't any formulas or mind maps, and when I looked at it closely there was some regularity to it, very much like some kind of writing, and which I've since turned over to the police up."He was all but as brooding as he had been when he arrived, but that oily, don't-touch-anyone-against-me asshole look was a turn-off.Then the stomach growled.
Keenan smoothed his suit, didn't care if the steps were dirty, and sat down next to Zachary, choking on the strong smell of cigarette smoke, but Zachary's silence, which was even cloudier than the smoke, choked him even more, like a little burnt edge, a little hot, a little painful.Zachary automatically ignored Keenan's increasingly out of bounds mannerisms of late, his cold mind forming a set of logic he could best accept; he just had to act like he was in a dream.Johnathon Ramirez needless to say, although it is difficult to see the position, but it is also after he topped the Special Investigation Brigade was not disbanded, and he is in charge of the Special Investigation Brigade for so many years of the old boss, even if the crowd often behind the back of the arrangement, but also still recognize his ability, recognize the identity of the 8 of the Unified Control.Luna's family in the open that point, everyone has spread rotten, now the most hopeful heir i
"Ah-!!!" The young constable, seeing this for the first time, fell to the ground in fear, his high pitched scream cutting through the night sky of the city hall and drawing in the others.Zachary, however, couldn't care less about the chaos of the bureau, and he clutched the yellow talisman, a treasure hunt he knew all too well, the glazed box that once held the nine parts of Khalil Hobbs's body, hidden away on a rainy night in the mountains of Ushant, and poured out into the madness that is him impermanence and insanity.It had taken him years to slowly climb out of the overgrown mud - at least superficially - and stop worrying those around him, but those behind him were afraid that he would be too good to be true, grabbing the hem of him orange-red dress and tugging it down to help him remember what it was like to be parted from him bitterness and hatred. .How much does he have to be hated, who did he blow up in him last life, or