"Hell!" Walter clenched the steering wheel, "why didn't he go!"

Like Grande on the other street, the three men were waiting, but they didn't know what kind of conversation was going on inside.

Detective Corson walked out and stood still on the front porch. He frowned, no one knew what he was thinking. James sat in the back seat and watched as his partner had one hand on his waist and the other on his chin. This is Coulson's action when he is irritable.

Did Chapman's wife say anything? James, whose mouth was tightly closed under the duct tape, asked Chapman as he tried to struggle. But he didn't dare to make any moves, God knows what he did to stimulate the two guys in the front seat, would they tie up Corson together!

↖ ↖ ↖ ↖ Standing on the front porch, ⊥he shook his head vigorously, as if he had given up thinking, and walked down the front porch and headed north.

The Cowson house is not too far from here, half an hour's walk away, in the confines of Back Bay. The middle-aged police detective gave up his private car for the house, so he drove a car assigned by the police station, and as soon as there was a special operation, he had to find another means of transportation.

These are the problems that James will never encounter.

It seems that he went home first, and after spending time with his family, he felt uncomfortable again, so he decided to turn here to have a look. James and Mrs. Couson have a good relationship, knowing that these two people have a good relationship, and there are no taboos on the topic, eighty percent of Mrs. Couson also supports Cousson to come and see, otherwise if Cousson goes out to work at this time, she will definitely get angry.

"Hell, he's coming!" Walter tapped the steering wheel, the key in his hand turning, trying to start. Corson had seen his face, and there was no way he could fool him, let alone Chapman himself and a tied James in his car.

"Don't move. Chapman's voice was calm. "His home is in that direction. He will be suspicious when you move. The hand pressed Walter's hand holding the key, pulled it out, bowed his head, curled up, and fell crooked on the window, as if pretending to be asleep.

Walter tugged at his lips. Lying directly on the steering wheel, he also pretended to be asleep.

James sat in the dark back seat, staring as his partner grabbed his chin as he got closer and closer! The detective was in a really bad mood, and he was beating on the fence on the side of the road as he walked in frustration.

Cowson's figure disappeared into the front window, and James breathed a sigh of relief.

Two covered handprints suddenly appeared on the blacked-out side window, and James stiffened, and then he saw Curson's face with two eyes pressed against the window. In the dark. Corson's face was blackened with inky black, and it was very eerie.

The handprints and face vanished, and James's eyes turned to the front window, looking at the figure that was about to reappear, and he didn't dare to hesitate for any time, and quickly leaned between the seats.

Corson knocked on the front window and shouted, "Hey!

Of course, no one in the car will move.

Corson screamed a few more times. Irritably, he kicked the front of Walter's car, and the body shook slightly. Still no one moved.

Curson irritably pulled out his pen and notebook, wrote something, tore it off, and stuck it directly into the windshield wiper. Turned around and walked away.

It's been a long time.

"Is he gone?" came Walter's voice.

"He's gone. Chapman recuperated, glanced back at James, who was stuck between his seats and couldn't get up, and ignored him. Lean forward. Look at the note that was stuck in the wiper.

Corson left instructions to remove the paint from the windows within a certain time. The detective was in such a bad mood that he began to find fault everywhere.

"Holy!" Walter roared angrily as he stared at the note.

"He should have made a note of your license plate number. Chapman frowned, he seemed to know Detective Corson's 'character' very well, and added lightly.

Walter tensed and snorted. Slammed the steering wheel in front of him. Then he turned around, violently pulled James up from the seat, and stared at the detective viciously, "You're going to deal with this! I don't want your partner to find me again! You don't want to!"

James's arms and shoulders were tugging and aching, but now he couldn't do anything but nod his head. Especially when Chapman also looked at him with a frown, this was a direct threat.

James's shoulder moved slowly, easing the pain. At the same time, he stared at Chapman's eyes, he wanted to tell the other party, things don't need to be so extreme, there is still a possibility of turning around! But the meaning in his eyes could not be conveyed, he himself had already admitted that he was not familiar with Chapman.

James's incessant attempt to convey his meaning was not over, and Chapman had already turned his head to look at his home in front of him.

The lights on the front porch went out, and the lights in the living room went out. It was as if the owner of the house was ready to rest after making sure the guests left.

Chapman's was on the door handle, and he was already in a position to push the door and get out of the car.

"Hurry up!" Walter urged, "you don't want to make Wandel impatient!"

Chapman pressed the handle and pushed the door open. James slammed into the front seat, a buzzing chirp coming from his newly sealed mouth, 'You don't need to say goodbye! I have a way to fix this!' James knew that once the other party had finished this final goodbye, he had completely given up all hope and would be taken by the Shadow Man to God Knows Where to die!

The corners of Chapman's mouth twitched, and he raised his elbow and slammed it into James's nose. Got out of the car.

Chapman didn't go through the front door, walked around the empty, dark driveway, stood on the back porch, and pulled out the keys, but these were not things that James and Walter could see.

All they could see was that the lights were on in the master bedroom on the second floor.

James's hands were clenched tightly in fists behind his back, and he wanted to smash something.

"Hopefully it won't take too long. Walter leaned back against the backrest and frowned in the rearview mirror, where James was really craning his neck and staring at the house in front of him from the front window. His nose was already a mess of blood, "Don't lean into my car!" Walter smacked his lips and looked away, as a human, he hated watching vampires play with people's hearts, even for good things.

Walter's gaze began to scan left and right, and he knew where the vampire must be hiding right now. But he realized that even if he saw it, he wouldn't notice it. Pouted and gave up, moved his body, hugged his arms, and relaxed against the seat, and really rested. After that, he had the task of driving Wandall away from Barton.

Walter was wrong, Zach was indeed nearby before, right in the lane, but not now.

"Detective Cowson!" Zach said in a surprised tone, patting the shoulder of the detective in front of him who was throwing a tantrum at a bag of littered garbage, "Why are you here?"

Corson looked back at Zack, unaware that his memories were about to be tampered with by vampires. We all know that Curson had seen vampires before James appeared, along with Louise, but was erased by the Eyes of Charm.

The anger on Corson's face faded slightly, and he kicked aside the sloppy garbage that had been stepped on by him, and smiled reluctantly, "It's you." What about James?"

Knowing that the other party was investigating the same thing as him, Corson spoke directly, "He didn't call me back." Where is he?"

"Oh?" Zach's face was full of confusion, "we've long been separated. Zach smiled, "So, hasn't he told you what I've found?"

Curson frowned, "No. Glancing at Zach, he was hesitant to ask directly, getting information from someone else's informant is not a professional thing, he waved his hand, "You see him, let him call me back." ”

Curson didn't seem to have thought about asking his partner the informant about his intentions, and turned to leave, when he suddenly remembered something, and said to Zach again, "No, let him come to me directly!"

Zach observed Curson's expression, the detective had clearly made a decision to make James Lance, a newcomer who represents objectivity, give up the 'truth' and whitewash the whole thing.

James didn't hide anything from Zack, so the vampire knew exactly what everyone was thinking. For Zach, this means that the gangsters in the southeast will be out of luck, and even the 'generals' will be out of luck.

While completely wooing James, Zach still wants to help the General. Think about it, just after the Seth incident, and then Chapman was 'killed' there, this is not the city of Barton needs public opinion to go. In particular, Crowley has expressed her intention to support the Southeast. No one will benefit from this confrontation.

"Good. Zach smiled and agreed, his eyes already red. There is no sincerity in this promise, and Corson will forget about it soon anyway.

Zach reached out and took out his notebook directly from Curson's pocket, opened it, and a line of pages with a license plate number was torn off, Zach smiled and looked at Detective Curson with a confused look in his eyes, "Don't remember this little thing." ”

Walter and Chapman were worried that Coulson would find the license plate, and Zach naturally didn't want Coulson to check it. So let's just erase this little trouble.

But vampires shouldn't do that, he didn't know Cursen as well as Chapman and James, so he used to see.

In the dark driveway, Zach saw Corson angrily jotting down the license plate number. And the two people in the car, they don't need to see it, they are based on their understanding of Cowson's 'character', made a judgment, and came to this conclusion.

Zach tore the paper and threw it into the littered heap, "We haven't seen it." Just like the last time in Room 202, the radiant Zach didn't want to waste his mouthpiece at all.

Corson nodded, his notebook tucked back.

Zach waved his hand, "You can go." ”

Zach thought of the past, looked at Curson's back, shook his head and smiled slightly. He doesn't use the Pupil of Charm on James, and I wonder if James will turn his face after knowing that he did this to his partner twice. Pray that he never knows.

Well, under the Holy Lord's faith, vampires who are imprisoned by eternal life really shouldn't do this thing of 'prayer'. (To be continued......)