006  Anderson funeral home branch established

Laura was a little disappointed when Benjamin left. Near noon, Alice, the most important person in Anderson's family, was busy. She had to prepare lunch. Kim, the Great Dane who had been wandering around all the time, also showed up in the kitchen on time. He wouldn't miss the food Alice prepared for him.

"Is it Kim?" Laura found Kim while Alice was peeling potatoes. "I heard my grandmother mention it. What a poor fellow."

Laura heard about Kim. Porche Quinn, the guy that everyone doesn't like very much, forced the Anderson family's dog to be a pet. Poor Kim was abused. After Porche went to the Mental hospital for treatment, Mrs. Quinn sent Kim back to the Anderson house.

Alice looked at Laura trying to get close to Kim and hurriedly dissuaded her: "he has a strange temper and doesn't like people to get close to him. Don't touch him!"

"Oh." Laura looked at the big Dane dog curled up in the corner with some pity and gave up her intention to touch it. "I hope it can forget that unpleasant memory."

Laura apparently attributed Kim's eccentricity to 'being abused by Porche'. Alice smiled awkwardly and put a bowl of boiled broth in front of Kim.

"I can help." Laura looked at Alice like a revolving lantern, walking around in the kitchen and suggested.

Alice accepted Laura's offer, but she didn't expect the sandwich girl to help. "Well, you can help me open the eggs."

"OK!" Laura put on her apron and picked up the egg beater.

After a long time, Alice found that Laura's movements were very slow. The egg beater was in the bowl with egg liquid, rotating like a snail, and the yolk and egg white in the center were clearly separated. Alice looked at Laura's obviously distracted face and noticed some sadness on her new friend's face.

"Laura, what's the matter with you?" Alice took the bowl out of her friend's hand and asked softly. Food can wait. After all, old Hank was the only one in the Anderson family. Alice was not in a hurry. It was this girl who made the Banshee feel friendly. Alice wanted to help her friend out.

"Yes." Laura pursed her mouth and shook her head. Her voice changed twice. "I'm a little worried about Kyle."

Kyle, before Laura officially introduced her brother yesterday, Alice 'saw' Kyle in the death of 'Connor'. The Banshee frowned. She could tell that in the picture she saw, it was just an accident caused by impulse.

The image seen by the Banshee started from the beginning of the death event. Connor provocatively pushed Kyle to the end. When the death was completed, Kyle's shoulder in protective gear bumped into the most important part of Connor's body. Alice did not know what had happened before and after that. But the banshee, who had become Laura's friend, favored that Kyle was not at fault.

"What happened to your brother?" Alice took Laura's hand and asked tentatively.

Laura's eyes drifted to one side: "have you heard about the Porche of Quinn's family? I heard that before he went crazy, he always said he saw dead people and became suspicious and irritable." Laura had a deep worry on her face: "Kyle had been depressed since he came home yesterday. We heard him say to himself, 'he's not real'. When I asked him, he would become very resistant. Is this a sign that he is going crazy?"

Alice felt relieved that the Porche saw were just the deformation of Kim. It was the people of the Anderson family who were deliberately destroying Porche's mind. The scenes he saw were actually illusory and false. And Kyle saw that 'Connor' was real. At least in the judgment of vampires and werewolves, it was no different from ordinary people.

It wouldn't be long before Kyle accepted that he hadn't made a big mistake and that Connor was still alive.

"Maybe it's the pressure after the game." Alice smiled and comforted, "I remember you said that he always wanted to perform well, get a scholarship, and then continue to be an olive player. Maybe he was just on the right wing outfield, which made him a little stressed."

Laura sighed, picked up the big bowl of eggs again, and restored her sister's image of schadenfreude. "He can give up now." Laura came up to Alice's face: "at dinner last night, Dad forced him to apply for law school after he knew that he was just a right-wing outfield. Ha ha, I don't think he can hold it!"

Alice had adapted to Laura's super rapid emotional change and laughed.

I wonder if Laura will be so "relaxed" when she faces the life arranged by her parents two years later.

Leave Anderson's house, go north along highway 27, turn east at about the middle of Porto South District, and the mill that will become Anderson's house branch was located on one of the longitudinal earth rock roads.

The Allen funeral home, which was originally in this area, was puzzled why the police south branch did not cooperate with them, but chose the more remote Anderson funeral home. Outside the mill under construction, Anthony, who was asked by the reporter, answered this question.

"Now Anderson is the only funeral company in Porto that still has the traditional funeral process. Porto citizens should have the ability to choose between traditional and emerging things. We Porto municipal government should safeguard the citizens' right to choose. So we decided to support the traditional funeral industry. This cooperation is one of our measures."

Reporter: "will this uniqueness cause the Anderson funeral home to have its own advantages, raise prices, select customers and so on. We all know that the Anderson funeral home has only recently held Mr. Quinn's funeral, and ordinary citizens do not have the financial resources of 'Quinn'. Do you have anything to say about this ,Mayor?"

Anthony frowned and looked at the reporter. Was this guy looking for trouble!

"You should consult the relevant legal provisions before asking such questions." Anthony waved his hand and the people around him scattered the reporters. Before turning around, Anthony did not forget to remind him: "don't take photos."

This was not a cover for Ryan, but because this was the property of Anderson's family. Taking photos at will without the owner's consent will cause a lawsuit.

Journalists who never knew their satisfaction retreated reluctantly. They decided to go to [Allen funeral home] to ask if they could find out anything.

Ryan watched Anthony walk into the mill alone, smiled and said, "Anthony, you haven't satisfied those guys. Tomorrow's newspaper won't have any good words for you."

"Did you hear that?" Anthony said impatiently, "you should get rid of the bad habit of eavesdropping!"

"My friend, you always think so badly of me." Ryan said regretfully, "I want to hear those who don't need any special skills." Ryan looked at the man standing by. "Right? Madison."

Anthony's brows wrinkled and he turned to the people who were quiet and pulled Ryan to a more secret place.

"What the hell is that guy?!" Anthony came to a place that looked like an office and stared at Ryan: "don't think, I don't know, Madison Cook, this name is on the suspicious list compiled by James!"

Anthony's expression was unfriendly: "and I have checked the name! This identity is fake!"

"Relax, Anthony." Ryan patted his friend and looked around the room, which was no different from the abandoned buildings. Green bryophytes were crawling on the gray stone walls. This was the room.

"He is human." Ryan gave up looking for a place to sit down and explained, "it's just some special people."

"What? Wizard? Hunter? Psychic? Or like Alice? What is he?" Anthony asked persistently, "I thought you were just as repulsive to these people. Why should you accept them?"

"Neither." Ryan waved his hand. "Don't worry, he's very kind. Besides, he's good for us. You'll want him to stay here."

"Why? You'd better give me a reasonable explanation." Anthony believed Ryan's judgment, but he was still a little angry, because he knew that once Ryan wanted to correct Madison's identity, he needed to do something against the law.

"Have you noticed his hair?" Ryan asked with a smile.

"White. I heard that some people would do this. When they were young, they had white hair. It's not worth noting."

"No, no, when this place is completed and he takes office, his hair will turn back to normal black." Ryan smiled mysteriously: "this is his strange place. When the future of him and the things around him changes, his hair will change with it."

Anthony stared. He didn't quite understand, "that's it? What's the point? Does he have the ability to see the future? Or does he have the ability to change the future?"

"Here's the beauty." Ryan lit a cigarette: "he can't see anything and make any changes to the future, just like ordinary people. But he can tell people around him what is happening that will affect the future."

The white smoke rose slowly into the sky. Anthony thought for a moment and sighed: "you have found a warning light for yourself. Besides Alice, you have found another layer of protection for yourself."

Ryan smiled and raised his eyebrows.

"Sounds like a very unreliable ability!" Anthony saw that Ryan was proud and couldn't help striking him, "Do as you like! But what do you mean by bringing him here? You know I hope you can establish contact with the southern police department. Do you know how much I spent trying to get that guy in Cologne to cooperate with you!"

Ryan thanked Anthony first. Naturally, he had realized Anthony's help long ago, but he didn't want law enforcers in Anderson's house to go in and out at will, so he built a new facility like this. He didn't want Benjamin or Alice to leave Anderson's house and come here to work, so he sent Madison here!

"Madison is an interesting guy. We can trust him."