As expected, Drake went to the cemetery to bring lunch to Old Hank and did not return. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 At least Zach didn't wait for him to come back, wasn't going to wait any longer, and explained to Louise - and then asked if he wanted to stay in Grande or if he needed help where he was staying now, depending on Derek's mental state.

Leaving Grande, Zach is going to a place that no one can think of. Do you remember the orphanage inheritance incident in the southern district, it has nothing to do with that? Don't worry, it's like this.

Didn't Zach read the police information all morning, when the first murder case in the Republic occurred, James and Weiss were troubled by the social relations of the Republicans here - the Republicans did not have any real interpersonal relationships in the Federation, which made the normal interviews in the police investigation ineffective for the people around the victims.

So James went directly to Mayor Anthony to ask for the republican's file, hoping to find clues from the social relations of the republican in the original country that he might have been murdered.

The conclusion can tell everyone, it is useless. Remember the first murder, the republican-faced Federator who rented Brian's house didn't speak fluently, and in his original life, there was no contact with the Federation at all, which was extremely mediocre.

Have you ever seen the kind of person who is bored in one city and runs to live in another city? This is one, and his only advantage is that he ran farther, to the Federation. I don't mean to say that this kind of person is chic, what I want to express is that everything about his past life, as we said before, is solidified in a useless file, and has no meaning to his current life except for dust.

However, it confirms what Steve said when he gave Mo his legal identity, and the exchange between the Union and the Republic has just begun, and there is chaos, and everyone is coming in.

Therefore, it is useless to find the common ground of murder from the social attributes of the republicans, and the police are also aware of this, so the documents about the case began to become dull *** and everything about the life of people in the federation was recorded and analyzed as long as the police could find it.

For example, in the materials that Zach had seen this morning, all of the victims were prescribed an over-the-counter stomach medicine. Obviously, the stomach of the republicans is a little more noble than that of the Federation, and they can't stand the fact that the Federation often eats raw and cold food...... That's not the point, the point is that the police have started to get cornered and look for clues on this boring thing.

There are even more boring ones. For example, the victim's home has some federal translation teaching tools and videos...... Including Mr. Translator.

The police are already cornered, and instead of investigating the case, they are studying the daily ecology of foreigners in the Federation.

But it was in this trivial everyday detail that Zach saw something noteworthy.

The first thing that came to light was actually from the first murder case - didn't Wes and James waste time visiting the murder scene when they first went to the murder scene, and it was concluded that the victim usually had the most contact with the toddlers who only listened to his stories in his cheap babysitting job.

Let's not talk about the translation of the second murder. In the next few murders, the victims had similar experiences.

There was a Republican who was a so-called traveling scholar who worked in the community college library in Back Bay, and people who knew him were frequent borrowers, and occasionally heard him talk about the difference between federal books and republican books. That's right, the kind of good ** flow among international friends, you tell a typical story of the Federation, I tell a comprehensive typical story, and we discuss the similarities and differences of culture.

There was a Republican, a small merchant, who rented a small shop on Ogier Street and sold some handicrafts. He is familiar with the young man on the street who has been wandering around the streets of Ogier for a long time, and has nothing to do but graffiti everywhere. And they usually go to this store not to buy things, they can't afford to buy them, they go to see some strange things, and then look for graffiti inspiration. Well, you can guess where it's going, 'Hey, this thing, why does it look like this?' and the boss will explain, 'Oh, this, there's a story from our side......

There was a republican who had just come to have fun, and he had been building a house in the southeast for a month, and what he did every day was to walk the streets and take pictures in Barton. The only person he knew was the owner of a photo processing shop in the southeast. Because this guy will scrap a roll of film in about two days. You can guess where this is going. Naturally, the police questioned the owner of the washing shop, and all the boss could remember for sure was that the conversation between him and the republican was, "Uh, why do you want to shoot this kind of ordinary stuff that is all over the street?" "Because I don't have it at home~" "Lord, what do you have?" "We have ......"

There is a republican......

I think the point I'm trying to make is very clear. It seems like it's just a friendly exchange between outsiders and local natives, isn't it, kind, gentle, and beautiful.

What intrigued Zach was to think about the distant past - yes, vampires were outsiders, weren't they, but the colonists of four centuries ago weren't very kind and gentle. Four centuries ago, the indigenous people were the Indoans, and Zach, the outsider, was the invader.

With this subtlety, and only this kind of strange psychology that can only be experienced by living long enough to be able to experience oneself from an outsider to an indigenous. Zach didn't think the bloated details of the police were purely a study of the Republican ecology of the Commonwealth. What the police missed was this wonderful, indescribable feeling. I'll try to describe—

Four centuries ago, murders took place between outsiders and natives, colonial wars, and countless deaths on both sides, needless to say. Now, murders are happening, too, and the only thing that's a little weird is that it's gentle, well-meaning outsiders who die.

Whether I've made it clear or not, I'll put it here now, and it's time to explain why Zach is going to the orphanage.

This victim translator is probably the one who has the best command of the language among the victims. He was also the gentlest of all - he donated his collection of books to the church. Uh, I know, need to go around a bit. Do you think Jessica, the fallen angel, is interested in books, no, so she controls the church to give them to where they are needed.

There are many places where Barton can receive donated books, Becky's library (Lola has been, near Reipter), Paising's youth center, the community college in Back Bay, elementary and secondary schools in various districts, and then, orphanages in the South Side.

Zach chose the nearest place.

All Zach needs is to follow his peculiar sense of truth and verify one thing—

About aggression and murder.

From the experience of four centuries ago, the murder between the outsider and the natives was because the outsider carried the essence of invading a land. Now, we can't really say that a bunch of gentle and well-meaning republicans are invading the Federation, God, if there exists, is it all about aggression...... But the truth is, they are being murdered.

So the question is, could it be, well, that some people think that these republicans are invading the Union, and that they are bullying their gentleness, and unilaterally murdering them?

The way to verify this is very simple. Because Zach knew what an invasion was, he used to be a very competent intruder.

After all, the times are different, if the land, resources, no longer in the struggle for the reason. Go back to the police materials that I have read, the stories, the books, the republican culture that the republicans have told to the local natives, consciously or unconsciously.

All Zuck wants to confirm is whether these foreign cultures are destructive to the natives. The nature of the invasion is right, Zach knows too well, destroy your original, accept me.

The police account contains a retelling of several stories told by Republicans to the Federalists, and Zach doesn't think the police understand the meaning of some of the stories.

For example, it happens to be something that Zach knows - the republican dragon. In the first murder, the children who were in the care of the republicans told one of the most stories that the republicans told, the story of the dragon. Guess how the police recorded this story:

Once the king of the republic was a long strip creature with a beard that could be eaten.

Guessed it. Can you tell from a record like this that the story was as it was? If you can, you're amazing. (Emperor, Dragon's Whisker Cake, Dragon)

So Zach decided to give up the police record and go read the book. Republican books, those that truly embody the republican culture. Judging this alien republic by a former invader, now a native.

Don't say Zach is wasting his time. That's at least a direction, better than the police now squatting in pharmacies and bookstores selling federal languages. And once Zach can confirm it, the scope of the murderer can be determined-

Can you think of it, Zach had four centuries to have this subtle sense of alien, indigenous. There are not many such 'people', and then, this 'person' still acted.

Forget it, until Zach goes to confirm, let's not talk about these forward-looking planning things. Anyway, everyone knows that the more thoughtful the idea, the easier it is to be beaten halfway......

On the side of Route 27, Zach pulled his car down.

Zach was going to cross Route 27, and the orphanage was to the east.

However, at this time, Zach just frowned, looked at the road in front of him, and hesitated to release the brakes.

The car, I asked Oz for it yesterday, remember. Good car, Zach didn't test it completely, but he knew from the feel that it was absolutely first-class, and the acceleration that could be reached in an instant was not comparable to his vintage sedan sent for repair. Ha, did you think that Zach was hesitating about something-

If you cross Route 27 now, will that non-existent bus crash into it?

Zach shook his head and began to look left and right.

Although after talking to Walter yesterday, Zach had an idea that the Groundbinders would recreate the death scene. But yesterday Chris, an ordinary human, also saw the bus crashing into them, which made Zach have to be cautious.

Confirming that there was no one in sight, Zach let go of the brakes, and the front of the car crossed the border of the road, slowly.

Zach tilted his head sideways, looking at the road on the south side, keeping one hand in gear and his foot ready to step on the gas.

Yesterday's situation was a bit special, Zach was talking to Chris and suddenly had a feeling of danger coming, so he broke off the conversation instantly, got out of the car, and crashed into the car that was already impossible to accelerate and dodge.

Today, Zach wanted to take a closer look at how the bus appeared and how it disappeared.

Zach's car was fully on Route 27, and there was still nothing in Zach's field of vision.

Our vampire pouted and began to feel a little silly. Zach didn't know if what happened yesterday was a coincidence, the time, the occasion, and the situation, none of them were similar to today, but Zach just didn't know why, and he had this feeling that something was going to crash into him when he was about to cross Route 27 now.

Something was going to hurt him.

Was it John's inexplicable 'assassination' conclusion? Zach just had a weird feeling of 'things definitely have to do with me'.

Zach turned his head to the side, accelerated, his hands began to move in gear, and his feet began to work the accelerator. It feels like I'm waiting here for something to bump into......

There was no special light or shadow, about 10 meters away, and in Zack's peripheral vision, the bus appeared. Zach rolled his eyes.

License plates, bus signs, drivers behind windows, crowded cars. It's basically something that I saw yesterday, zooming in at a rapid pace.

Now was the time for Oz's car to do its part, ready to get Zach under control and start doing their job.

It was probably the vampire's head that instantly became invisible.

Zach suddenly let go of his hands and feet, and looked sideways at the head of the bus that was getting bigger and bigger, with a calm expression.

Bumped into it.

And then, is anyone nearby, can you call the towing company? There's an empty car on Route 27 with the keys still in the car.

The protagonist of our story is gone.

And this story is the kind of wayward story that can continue when the protagonist is gone.

Let's go see the ink. Ink squirming in the southeast of the North Ward.

Well, she's not shaking around, she's working, just working. She's going to get something for tomorrow's funeral, isn't she?

In the morning, the republican ghost had created a pile of white costumes under Louise's astonished gaze, saying that it was the traditional costume to be used in the funeral procession, and now she had come to gather the funeral procession.

She casually grabbed a passing republican, "Hey, do you want to make extra money?"

The republican glanced at the ink and replied with a republican phrase that we could not understand.

Mo shrugged, "It doesn't matter, do you want to." She said in Federal, "Anyway, on weekends, there's a lot of money." ”

"Who are you?" the other frowned.

"Nobody, you can't do it. ”

"Sick. ”

Mo watched the guy turn and walk away, shook his head, and raised his hand, no one could understand what she had done. The man who walked away came back, "I'll do it." ”

Mo nodded, "Do you have relatives and friends, I'm still missing." ”

"Yes. ”

"Very good, lead the way. ”

Don't you think Mo's attitude doesn't feel like treating his fellow countrymen, well, it should be, how many times has Mo said it, republican humans, betrayed them.