Yaritza lowered her gaze and asked, "Are you talking about Chase Christensen?" "I don't like that person. My instincts don't like him, and my intuition rejects him." "Because of me?" Zachary shook his head and said, "No!" Yaritza pondered for a moment and asked, "Did you come back this time because Chase Christensen got married? Because of me?" Zachary had traveled to so many places, why did he intentionally come back here? "Chase Christensen getting married has nothing to do with me, but you have a connection with him because you like her," Zachary tilted his head in contemplation for a long time before saying, "It just feels strange." "What's strange about it?" Zachary looked at Yaritza and said, "It's strange to see you struggling, to see you in pain." Yaritza laughed and said, "Which eye of yours saw me struggling and in pain?" Zachary playfully teased Yaritza's thin chin, glanced at her with a sly smile, and asked, "By the way, Graham, who do you long for?" Yaritza's eye
Yaritza said, "Zachary, don't let anyone know you were injured when you returned home. Let's pretend that today's incident never happened." "Yes!" Secretary Rowe replied and left the room. Yaritza sighed silently, turned around, and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Zachary. She couldn't help but think, "Zachary, whether it was in my or your past life, we owe each other. We're destined to be intertwined in this lifetime." She could see what Zachary was trying to do. She wasn't made of steel and could feel how he cared for her, like a newborn baby. For the first time, Yaritza's heart ached for Zachary. His pain was a manifestation of his love for her. Zachary's pain also meant being close to her and enduring hardships. Pain and unwillingness intertwined. Yaritza sat quietly on the edge of the bed for a while, and Secretary Rowe brought her a mat and cleaning tools. After washing her face, she noticed that Zachary was awake while she was getting ready to sleep. Zachary struggled
Yaritza chuckled and said, "Zachary, this is not a burden for me. It's like seeking advice from a specialist and caring for the patient. It's not troublesome at all." Zachary was speechless for a while after hearing Yaritza's words, then he finally said, "Don't you feel sorry for yourself? Even if it's just a small wound!" "I do feel sorry for myself," Yaritza replied, turned back, and lay on the sofa beside the bed. Zachary became angry, feeling a surge of pain in his leg. He exclaimed, "Tomorrow I will reimburse all your expenses! Sleep! It hurts! The pain made him want to burst. Numbness washed over him, and his temper worsened. He thought about rushing back from a faraway place to see Yaritza, only to end up in bed for months, even years, with his leg injured. He felt even more frustrated and aggrieved, and tears of frustration began to roll down his face. He covered his face with the pillow, not letting Yaritza see his expression. But his sniffling could still be heard even wit
The dreary weather didn't attract many customers to the shop, resulting in only a few sporadic takeout orders. The shop assistant skillfully handled the incoming orders, processing them one by one on the interface. Suddenly, a faint sound of the door opening reached his ears, and the fine drizzle that had been held at bay made its presence known, carrying a slight chill.Surprised, the shop assistant looked up. "Welcome to Tea Encounter."The customer was Zachary. The rain had slightly dampened his hair, causing it to cling to his pale face. There were small water stains on his shirt."Just a cup of milk tea, nothing else."Zachary appeared too pale and wore a lot of blacks. The rainy backdrop lent his delicate features an otherworldly quality as if he were a creature that only emerged on rainy days.Do creatures also enjoy milk tea?"Sure, would you like it hot?" The shop assistant pushed aside the strange thought and handed his own new towel to Zachary. "You can use this to dry off.
Zachary's nonchalant remark, "Didn't you hear it?" echoed in his mind. Suddenly, an absurd idea struck his, sending a chill down his spine.He lowered his head, bringing his ear closer to the cup's cold and damp surface. "Whoosh, whoosh." A clear and distinct breath, inhaling and exhaling, stirred the tea, akin to the life rhythm of a creature concealed beneath its fur. Yet, it carried a chilling malice, subtly vibrating with the cup."Ah... Ahem." A silent scream caught in his throat as his legs weakened. In an instant, he felt like he had been thrown into the cold, wet rain outside, with a chilling dampness enveloping his entire being, as if something had licked him all over.With a "drip," the flashlight on his phone extinguished. Trembling, he hastily turned on his phone again, and the flickering red indicator reminded him that his battery was running low. The darkness intensified his torment, and he almost expended all his strength to lower his head and frantically search for the
Lawson Wright is approaching sixty years old. He has spent half of his life working in the Special Investigation Division. He has a strong and robust physique and carries a middle-aged and elderly universal insulated cup. He drinks three cups of wolfberry tea every day and claims to look forty when he's out and about.When Wright speaks, he exudes a commanding presence. According to Zachary, he has a "confident and persuasive manner that's perfect for fooling spirits." Perhaps due to his extensive paperwork, he always likes to summarize the main points during conversations. He is known as the "master of persuasion" in the Special Investigation Division.As soon as he starts talking, Zachary, who is in the car, realizes that his nap was in vain. He tosses his phone on the mahogany table and slumps into the leather chair, fully embodying a relaxed and carefree demeanor.Lawson Wright clears his throat, sitting opposite him, inadvertently captivating him. Unable to bear seeing him lookin
"Nowadays, the so-called 'exorcists' in the market are ridiculously expensive," Zachary commented. "Considering that they specifically reached out to me, the chances of this being some kind of superstitious scam group are low. Is this mother really the victim of this mission?" "That's correct, this case is one of your assignments for this trip." "One of them? The pressure is really intense. It seems like there's a whole package waiting for me," Zachary continued, flipping through the documents. It was evident that there wasn't just one, but several peculiar incidents related to Gale Watts. The most notable one was a case from last year, also involving a disappearance, and there were some similarities. Last winter, a student went to the library to borrow books. Exhausted, he fell asleep in a corner on the top floor. That day, there was a power outage in that area of the campus, and it suddenly started pouring rain. The administrator, in a hurry to go home, didn't check properly and a
Camacho City seemed plagued by an unrelenting curse as rain continued to pour incessantly. The downpour relentlessly pounded against the window, resembling the anguished cries of tormented souls yearning for justice. It was as if they had congregated around the small temple, demanding retribution. Unsurprisingly, Zachary's sleep was haunted by nightmarish dreams. Gradually, the strange and vivid dreams faded, and he found himself awake in the middle of the night, staring blankly at the ceiling. The dark, lightless room offered an eerie and deceptive sense of security, but it couldn't dispel the biting cold of the rainy night. After collecting his thoughts, his mind slowly regained clarity. The digital alarm clock emitted a faint glow, revealing that it was 2:30 in the early morning. Zachary reached out groggily and switched on the bedside lamp. He made a phone call, but there was no response from the other end. He tried again, and it wasn't until the seventh attempt that someone 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