James, who was working, suddenly looked up, squinted, and looked at the sun that was almost above him. He took off his heavy work gloves, wiped the sweat from his face, and pulled the vest that hung on the fence and put it on. In autumn, the temperature is the last to earn.

James sensed that someone was coming back, and he didn't want Jason to see him sweating profusely...... Wes doesn't care, Jason doesn't.

Tell me what James was doing, he was helping Wes fix the fence in his backyard. In fact, James didn't know anything about repairing fences, but Jason, who also lived in Wes's house temporarily, did all the work that James could do!

Laundry, cleaning, cooking, dishwashing...... Jason doesn't look like a friend who lives here at all, but an all-around ...... James shook his head, an all-round housekeeper who usually goes to work normally and can do everything perfectly when he comes back. It was actually unpleasant to make James, a guest on vacation, feel ashamed.

James also had to do something for Wes, so as not to appear too useless. Well, that's probably the case, don't pursue the deep ones.

James glanced back at his work, the crooked fence - his own stuff that had been busy all morning, pouted in disgust, and prepared to continue in the afternoon. He walked back to the back porch, ready to take a shower, and rubbed his dirty vest himself, lest Jason get the first shot......

"What about your injuries? A quiet question appeared on the back porch without warning, and the chief of the North District Police Department, Cologne, still kept pushing open the back door, looking at James who had just pulled down the front swing of the vest with a calm face.

It's not that someone is coming, it's someone who James didn't expect.

James was startled and stood still, "Bureau, Director!"

"I ask you about your injuries. Cologne let go of the back door. Looking at James's flushed face and the shiny sweat stains on his skin in the sun, this could be explained as having just finished his work, but alas, Cologne didn't ask about this, right?

"Bureau, Director. Why are you in, uh, here?"

Cologne raised the key in his hand, "I went to the Southern Police Station to find your friend, Wes, and borrowed the key." Come to you. "Still looking at James, it means 'answer my question'.

"Find, what are you looking for me......" James drifted his gaze, staring at his shoes. "Aren't I on vacation...... his voice lowered.

"I'm looking for Grande, and to be specific, I'm looking for Zachary Grande. Cologne's voice was calm, "Morally, I have to ask you first and show respect." ”

It's no secret that Grande is James's informant. The Cologne director is well aware of the ethics of the police. But the meaning of his words is obvious. It's all about respect – James hasn't answered his question yet!

James's face changed several times with his head down, and it was not known whether he was seen by Cologne or not. However, he finally had to answer the question, "uh...... Wounded, good almost, originally. It's not that serious, it's much lighter than Corson......"

"Yes. Cologne continued to look at James, up and down, carefully. Although among the two meritorious partners, it is indeed Cosen's side that is serious, and the director's focus on visiting the hospital is also on Coson's side. However, it is not that he has not read James's medical records, and now James has only a vest, no bruises or scars on his body, and it seems that he has just performed a physical labor, which looks like an injured person who needs to rest and is not suitable for strenuous exercise.

Cologne moved, walked directly to James, and reached out and pressed him under his chest.

James was stunned for a moment, then frowned, "Oh!"

Good fake.

Cologne, who had personally seen the two cracked ribs on the X-ray, suddenly turned gloomy. Cologne is a wounded soldier and the chief of the Patton Police Department, and he knows if the touch on his hands is healthy ribs, and whether the person in front of him is pretending to be painful!

Cologne turned and left.

"Director!" James and Ben didn't know what they could explain, but it was instinct to block. He even used his sweaty hand in a panic to pull the director's arm without any respect.

The director of Cologne shook his hand and shook off James's disrespect, "What howl! Don't touch me, detective!"

"I'm sorry, Director, I ......."

Cologne wasn't leaving, went back to the back porch, opened the back door, "Come in!"

James didn't know what was going to happen and stood still.

"I'll let you in!" Cologne no longer had to remain calm, glared at James irritably, gave the order, and entered the house first.

What else could James do?

A document was placed on the dining table in the room, and Cologne didn't seem to want to waste any time, opened it, pointed to the black-and-white photo of Zack, and asked an unexpected question with a gloomy face, "Does he have medical experience?"

James looked at the black-and-white photo on the document with some stunned eyes, as if some years had passed, and Zack's face also looked younger, but only part of the upper body was dressed, but it had not changed much. However, it is always a little strange to see a black and white photo. Because like a fake.

No, James knew it must be fake, and Zach had not been photographed with this ability.

"What a daze!" Cologne continued to be impatient, "I ask you if he has medical experience!" Cologne seemed to have an answer on his own, and he didn't know why he had to answer James.

"Doctor, doctor, experience?" forgive James's gaze was still on the picture, in a state of stunnedness.

"Don't make me repeat it a third time!" Cologne began to pace back and forth at the table, his face gloomy, "Don't hide it from me!

Was it Zach's? Of course not! It was James in his own house who drank a glass of red liquid of 'unknown origin'! Moreover, can the blood of vampires be counted as a medical treatment?

"No ......" is almost instinctive, James is denying.

But immediately interrupted!

Cologne, pacing back and forth, slapped the table and glared at James, "Deny! Hmph! Detective Reims, are you going to lie to my face!"

Need to remind Cologne why he is here? He had just come from the hospital, and he had seen his friends who were going to die at any moment, and who were kept alive by a bunch of machines. And that friend told Cologne that the man in the black-and-white photo could save him. Even if you are in a state where you can die at any time.

So, what do you expect from Cologne to describe this...... Well, the situation.

"Medical experience!Yes or no!" he glared at James, "I don't know how he healed your wounds!!, but did I ask you how he healed you?!no! I'm asking you if he cured him! Answer me! Detective Lance!"

This should be a peculiar phenomenon, coerced by superiors outside of the workplace. More stress than in the workplace. Otherwise, how to explain James's increasingly dark face and constipated expression now.

It seems that some determination has been made, "Yes...... It's him, Director!" James replied.

Cologne heard what he was going to hear, took a deep breath and stopped looking at James, closed the papers, and turned to leave.

"Bureau, Director, where are you going?!" James's reaction was quick, and he again tried to hold back irreverently......

The main door opened, and Jason stood in the doorway with a small briefcase on his back. The cargo came back from work, blinked, and looked at the two people in the room, "Uh...... James, there's a guest. ”

Jason didn't know Cologne, and there was no need for the citizens to know the police chief.

But Cologne knew the important witness in the first fight club case, the case in which Newton and Barton collaborated, even if he was pretentious. I guess that's why they will stare at witnesses outside the interrogation room.

Cologne looked back at James. The corners of his mouth twitched, not wanting to pay attention to it anymore, slapped the hand James pulled over, and without saying a word, let Jason go out of the door.

It's a sunny day, and the director's back is working perfectly. I saw him get into the car quickly, quickly turn, and went to the west, that is, in the direction of the Grande funeral home.

Jason and James stood together on the porch, watching the departing car.

Jason tilted his head. "Who's that? What are you doing? Looks pretty fierce......"

"The Chief of the North District Police. James gave Jason a gloomy glance and gave an answer.

"Oh. Jason raised his eyebrows, and didn't mind James's tone, to put it bluntly, the two of them were just guests here, and there could be nothing between them, "Is the director like this?" ”

James knew what the other party was talking about, and the director of Wes did the same to Wes. I can't explain it.

"Oh yes. Jason was obviously not ready to continue on the topic, so he stood on the porch, rummaging through his briefcase, "I have a copy of that, well, investigate the ......" flipped through it, "I want to give it to Grande, do you have time, help me send it over......" flipped out, two questionnaires.

But Jason glanced at James, and it seemed that James was sweating all over his body, "Forget it, I'll send it myself." You, well, wash up, stinky ......"

James snatched the investigation from Jason's hand, "I'll go!"

"Uh......" Jason didn't know what was going on, but he obviously didn't care too much, "Oh, go ahead, I'll cook, Wes will be back soon." Let Zach fill it out and bring it back, I'll hand it in in the afternoon. ”

James didn't seem comfortable with such a conversation, pursed his lips with a strange face, and turned to walk back to the room. It's impossible to take a shower, but at least go and change your clothes!

Jason was still rambling, "By the way, let Zach fill it in well, it's very important, something about Grande insurance." "I'm already on my way to the kitchen.

James didn't want to ask, but calm down, he used this reason to chase his director to Grande, for a good reason, not better.

Raising his voice across the room, "What is this investigation for?"

The sound of the refrigerator opening, the sound of plates and bowls touching the desk, Jason also raised his voice in reply, "Well, you're a police officer, it's okay to say it." Recently, some of our customers' claims are a bit frequent, and we have counted them there, and they are all companies that have cooperated with the Saidil security company, and they are all compensation caused by security problems......"

There is no surprise, James who grabbed the clothes didn't care about being selfish and didn't want to be looked at by Jason, walked out of the kitchen, and while dressing, he stared gloomily at Jason who only cared about the ingredients in his hands. Soulwalker is talking about another futuristic version, about Seedil Security keeps having small accidents, customers lose thinking about Aix Security, and James is present. (Volume I, 15)

“...... Didn't Grande also cooperate with Saidil in an investigation into changes to the insurance contract? Jason, who was holding the knife, tilted his head, a little helpless, "You know, our insurance company doesn't want to see us keep paying, so ......" Jason glanced at James casually, opened his mouth, and the knife he was holding dangled in front of James, "The buckle is wrong." ”

Continue," so just look at this survey and see what these customers intend. As James frantically unbuttoned the button, Jason continued to chop vegetables, completely ignoring James's embarrassment, "Simply put, it's about adding money, so well, hey, don't say that to Zack." ”

"Anything else. James tugged at the corners of his mouth, not to ask about clothing, but to pay attention to in the investigation.

In the clattering body of the chopping vegetables, Jason thought for a while, "En...... It's nothing, but I wouldn't recommend that Zach agree to the change, Grande's insurance doesn't cover the cemetery, just Grande himself. Zach's cooperation with Sedil's security company should be just a part of the cemetery......" He smiled and looked at James, "Hehe, we also know, how could Zach have a few security guards go to Grande to protect them, hehe." ”

James didn't laugh.

Jason was a little embarrassed and continued to chop vegetables, "So I guess that Grande and our company's insurance don't overlap much with their business with Saidil's company, so there is no need to change anything." Well, I think so, but I know what. When changing ingredients, Jason shrugged, "Zach must know what our company is thinking at a glance, he must have his own ideas, you just let him fill it in." ”

James pursed his lips, nodded, and turned to go, "Don't prepare my share." ”

"Of course, hehe. Jason smiled rightly, "You're definitely going to have lunch at Grande, I'm not as good as Alice." ”

This sentence made James feel strange in every sense. Forget it, James......

The phone rang.

"James!" Jason called out to James, who was already about to leave the house, "can you take the phone, my hands are wet." ”

The corner of James's eyes twitched, and he turned around to pick it up, it was Wes, and he said briefly, "I won't come back at noon, there is a case on the east coast." ”

"Wes didn't come back at noon. James shouted into the kitchen, and after an "oh" from there with a tone of absolute disappointment, James was relieved.

'Can't live here anymore!' thought James when he went out!' )