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When Danny the Phantom's colored light fell directly above the Inheritor's Farm, Zach was having an intermission discussion with Bumi.

"Erasing instantaneous memories is not my personal habit. Zach was stacking blocks from the snack cans he emptied, "I didn't recognize this thing when I made it just for someone in trouble." ”

"It's for running away. Bumi summed it up.

"Well, to be more precise, it's for hiding people. So don't think about it too hard, it's not too complicated to memorize, Nophile is better suited to use this technique than me. Zach is handing over this technique to Bumi, "It can erase the void that is perceived when you are close and manipulate the shadows in an instant." ”

"So......" Bumi struggled to understand, "the person who was close to me would not realize that I had borrowed his shadow, and I would not only disappear from his vision, but also from his cognition, and he would be unconsciously defensive, and it would be easier for me to attack." ”

"Exactly. Zach nodded, "That's easy to understand, I don't think this skill is useful, Toledo's combat relies almost on attracting the enemy's attention and making the enemy fully aware of Toredo's existence." I need a sense of presence, and the sense of presence is so strong that the other party's gaze refuses to leave me, and it is best to be shrouded in my glamorous pupils. On the contrary, Nophil, who has the advantage of staying in the shadows, you are more suited to this technique, whether it is combat or whatever. ”

"Okay, then, teach me. ”

Zach directly passed his arm over, looked at the phantom people who had gathered in front of him with a dazzling colored light, and glanced at the castle stacked with empty wine bottles, "Are you here to bring me lunch?"

"It's not. Danny, who was like an overloaded humanoid light sign, actually sat down directly next to Zack, "Grande now has two people, and they are all 'hopeful' that you will return to Grande, so ......" The phantom Danny was quite helpless, "I was controlled by this 'hope', and came to call you back." ”

"I'm so popular?" This means that the phantom person is in a state of overflowing desire, and the two of them want to see Zack.

Zach withdrew his arm that had healed quickly, and glanced at Bumi to make sure that the other party had received the knowledge he was going to pass on.

Bumi raised an eyebrow and nodded, "I have to practice." ”

Zach gestured to the room, "Go to Cliff." "Since Linda is no longer here to see if the two vampires will destroy the private property of their farmstead, only Cliff is here.

Bumi went in a happy mood, and Zach looked back at Danny, "Who?"

"Mrs. Fiona Falken, and Mr. Quest. ”

Zach curled the corners of his mouth, "These two people just met in Grande, isn't there any embarrassment?" "It's not surprising, neither of them came here because of funeral affairs, so, "Hey, you also came to find this Grande who took any commission, hehehe, what a coincidence, I am too." ”

But Danny's answer was surprising, "No." "Mrs. Falken seemed to know what Mr. Quest was here for, and mocked him mercilessly, saying, 'Don't insult yourself, insult Smith, insult us West Siders, including you, and don't insult Grande here, it's useless for you to find Zack, Smith didn't do any boring pranks on your supermarket, we're busy.' ’”

Zach raised an eyebrow, like Fiona would say, "What did Quest say?"

"Angry, but afraid to express it, 'That bastard Zachary Grande get back,' the desire is even stronger. ”

Zach looked at Danny, who was shining in the sun, and nodded slightly, with a smile, "Okay, don't make you sad either, their desire has come true, I'll go back now." ”

The scorching light faded from Danny's body, and the guy had a relaxed expression, "Thank you." ”

Zach waved his hand and put away the 'castle', "I need to go back and replenish it too." Will you go back with you?"

"Well, I want to go out. Danny shook his head, "I'd like to buy some send-off gifts for my friends." ”

Danny only had one friend, and Zach smiled and nodded, and began to touch his wallet. Our vampire, what a good boss~ But.

"Well, no, I have money. ”

Zach was still digging his wallet, smiling, "I'm going to have a headache if Barton has another 'little thing' of disappearing gold and silver." "It's about the ability of phantom people, and you may remember that when we first introduced phantom people, we said that phantom people are 'invincible' in places where financial transactions are intensive. Why? Since the beginning of human civilization, man's desire for money has been endless. But Danny wasn't on the streets, was he, he was back to Grande, and the store he was visiting was about to cry.

"Uh, no, I have real money. Danny looked a little shy, "Louise paid us." ”

"Oh. Zach put it back in his wallet, a little embarrassed, and Zach realized that he had never paid Danny, "Then go ahead." ”

Danny's color light is gone. In the room, Cliff kept repeating, "Don't stand in front of me suddenly...... Don't stand in front of me all of a sudden...... Don't stand in front of me all of a sudden......" When it was revealed that Bumi was practicing very well, Zach headed back to Grande.

Hey, we all know how much ink Zach has, no one wants to see how Zach walks back to Grande step by step, okay, let's focus on something interesting.

Patton Police Department.

Curson, who had just finished the service with his family and rarely came home for a family lunch, jumped out of the car, rushed into the police station, found James's location, and ran straight over.

"What are you doing!" whispered, but full of irritation, "Didn't you say that you had avoided the director these days!!Why are you here!" This is not the point, the point is, "You have been named! Why are you pulling me!"

James closed the file in front of him and glanced at his partner, "I'm going to ...... Darcy," without adding the director's honorific title, "Report the case, don't you want to come? Do you want me to report alone? Do you trust me to tell you the facts of the case to your satisfaction? Can you, trust me, and close this case without offending anyone?"

Yes, James learned this kind of questioning comparison.

The corners of Curson's eyes twitched twice, and he grabbed the case file in James's hand, "No! I don't trust you!" It's not that the old fritter seniors don't trust the stunned young juniors, but the old detective who worked hard to climb to this position doesn't trust his partner with the halo of 'Lance' on his back. It's as simple as that, and Coulson has expressed it more than once.

James didn't resist either, shrugged his shoulders, "Then let's go up, Liszt is too." ”

"Tsk!" Cousson wiped his mouth irritably, straightened his clothes, and kept up with James, not forgetting to confess, "Don't speak! Don't say a word! I'll tell!"

James nodded obediently and pressed the elevator, exuding a feeling of 'everything is boring', a little ethereal.

The elevator that was originally on the second floor came down quickly, and the moment the door opened, Chapman inside raised his eyes, and naturally put the yellowed case file that he was looking through behind him, "Detective Lance." "Nodding, respect from the subordinate to the superior," Detective Corson. "Get out of the way and walk away.

James's little bit of ethereal vanished, "Chap ......"

"Come back!" As soon as he took a step, he was grabbed by Cosen and pulled back, Cosen pointed to the case file opened in his hand, with an impatient expression, "Didn't I tell you that the forensic doctor should quickly send the body to the funeral home and return it to the family? Why did you stop at the forensic department?"

James pursed his lips and watched Chapman in the crack of the elevator door walk away, so he could only give up and glared at Corson, "Ford doesn't take it, the funeral industry is now at a standstill, don't you know, any body that doesn't have an urgent funeral need is in the public morgue!"

"Tsk! annoying!" Curson pursed his lips, then muttered, "The body is still in the police station, and this case is hard to conclude!

James was ethereal again, looking up at the constantly beating numbers, not wanting to speak.

Curson kept flipping through the papers in the back, preparing for the report, although his face was a little anxious, but he didn't seem to feel uneasy, as if he was very sure.

It's top. The elevator door opened, and James's forward body was pulled to the back, and the last sentence came from Cowson, "Don't talk!"

James gestured with an ethereal seal and followed Corson into the director's office.

The whole office was shrouded in smoke, and the source was a stranger on the sofa on the side of the office, Mr. Liszt, with a thick cigar between his fingertips.

Waving his hand to clear the thick fog, Mr. Liszt, who looked to be only in his early thirties, but was actually almost fifty, looked at James and raised his chin, "So, you are the son of General Lance, and you have finally met." Hehe, where you live now, I helped you find it, are you still used to it? There was no right hand outstretched, so James ignored it. Corson told him not to speak, didn't he?

At the sound of knocking on the table, Corson frowned and glared at James, then glanced at Liszt vigilantly, and walked to his director's desk, "Director?" This question is not abrupt, this is the most important place in the Barton Police Department, and there should not be a civilian present to report the case here.

The answer Corson received was only a wave of Darcy's hand, "Begin." ”

In such a concise way, you can think that Darcy is expressing that Liszt has the privilege of being able to observe, or you can think that Darcy is powerless to prevent Liszt from listening. In the 'fog', Corson didn't understand what his director meant, so, according to Cowson's own cognition, heh, "This case can't be investigated, Director." The evidence was insufficient, James and I ran for two days, without any useful clues to support our continued investigation, and even ...... "trying to pass the eyes of his own director in the fog," and Lance's informants and I couldn't find good clues to advance. ”

It seems that in a moment, the fog in this space has become thicker, which is also good, which can effectively relieve the tension caused by the quiet.

"Give it to me. Darcy spoke.

Corson handed over the papers, don't look at the thick stack, but when Darcy opened them, "What is this, except for the summary of the corpse case, the character information, and the prosecution report, the confession and interrogation records are all blank." ”

"Because there is no one to interrogate except you, the chief of the eyewitnesses. Corson replied quickly.

Darcy hadn't spoken yet. If the criminal investigation dramas that my wife is obsessed with are true, wouldn't you police be able to get some important clues from the mouths of some homeless people, beggars, or something for a little change, and then solve the case?"

Curson casually looked in the direction of the white vastness, "It's a pity. "I don't want to be mocking anything, quite sincerely," Barton has had very few homeless people outside lately, not only because of the season, but also because of the shelters and churches in the North End. Looking back at Darcy behind his desk, "Correspondingly, the number of cases of homeless people stealing and causing trouble in our bureau has also dropped rapidly. ”

After another silence, Darcy spoke up again, "The illegal drugs given by the autopsy, you-" and others made it up.

"Lance and I have both checked, and we spent the night in Massa Harbor last night and did not find any illegal drug trading and distribution activities there. We also retrieved the records of the security company and everything in Puerto Massa ......"

Interrupted, "Did you only check the port of Marsa?"

"Isn't this a judgment made by the only eyewitness to the case, our director, and the information you provided about the deceased's itinerary? "The deceased was asked by Mr. Liszt to go to the port of Massa for a business meeting with Mr. Fisher, and the port of Massa has confirmed this, and then the deceased came to the place of death early the next morning and was found dead by the director." ”

Then he turned back to Darcy, "We have asked the family of the deceased, and if they are telling the truth, the deceased had never been exposed to these illicit drugs before, and the only judgment we can make is that he obtained them in Massa Harbor and then unfortunately overdosed on them when he first used them. Of course, the family may lie or not know about the private life of the deceased, so there is no clue to advance this case. ”

"No, no, no. It was still a civilian who interjected, "How can there be no clues, although I have never touched these things, but, hehe, follow my wife to watch some TV series occasionally, I still know." Don't you police have any informants in this area, such as petty drug dealers who sell intelligence to the police?"

"Sorry, we don't. Coleson didn't look at Bai Wanwan this time, he looked directly at Darcy, frowning, as if hesitating about the next words, "Director Darcy, you should be aware that the former director, Cologne had the 'Valmina' incident when he was in office. "If I don't remember, it's a fake youth center that Magic Feast Toredo fans made at the original site of Grande on the West End, when Eve hadn't come to Barton yet. Then there was another equally egregious case, in which the Quinn family in the West Side was almost implicated. "This is about the framing of Boison for the sake of Popoch and with the cooperation of Mrs. Quinn," I hate to say that, but our former director did not make any effort in this regard. Then there was the fact that the gangs in the southeast disappeared in large numbers when Director Cologne was there, and even the police officers who had a little reserve of informants in this area lost a lot of gray connections because of the situation at that time. Director, it's not that Lance and I don't work hard to investigate the case, it's that we really, really can't do anything. ”

James, who didn't speak, was even more ethereal, and he really couldn't come up with such magical words.

"Well, I don't know if I understood. "So now my assistant's whereabouts can't provide you with clues to solve the case because of the lack of witnesses, and the only possibility that you can continue to investigate the case is for you to catch a guy who deals in illegal drugs, right? Moreover, it's not just a 'murder' case, but also a new chance to give you the Patton Police Department a chance to clean up the Patton police department for I don't know how many years, hehe, 'cancer', right?"

The fog no longer continued to thicken, and in the field of vision that began to clear, it was Liszt, who was already standing at the door, smiling at Darcy at the two detectives who had crossed the desk, "There is a chance to see you again." Chiefs, detectives. "Gone.

Is there anyone who has already thought of it?

James thought about it, and on that ethereal face, he also glanced at Darcy in the space that was gradually clearing, "Nate?" On James's side, the affair was complete.

But for Darcy, I'm afraid the most crucial part is missing - Nate has been given to Quinn and Smith by Zach to control.

Ethereal James, keep it ethereal. (To be continued.) )