008   A Vampire in the coffin

Old Hank seldom stays in Anderson's office for a long time, but today, the materials stacked beside Ryan's desk were placed on the workbench on the right. The coffee and fruit normally placed were removed and filled with documents. Old hank was sorting out his funeral records.

I don't know if he saw the bits and pieces that he used to run the Anderson House with the old Anderson, and the old Hank was immersed in a strange emotion.

Funeral records have always been a federal public resource, but few people have access to them. If you really want to know someone's cemetery, it is more efficient to check the obituary of Porto daily at a certain time. But this survey is obviously different from 'to find someone's burial place'. This is all the information about the whole cemetery.

Identity, place, time, funeral procedures, participants, expenses, including orders, preparations, notes, and the contents of funeral home records are more than ordinary people think. Ryan doesn't care that these things are investigated. What he cares about is that people see places that were once neglected. For example, today he told Anthony about the cemetery.

In the North Garden of the tomb area, because of customs, sinners and poor people who nobody cares about are usually buried here. There are many tombstones engraved with anonymous names, which are hidden in a pile of low tombstones and are inconspicuous. However, in the records of the funeral home, the surname 'Anthony' is very prominent.

What made Ryan helpless was that when he told Hank last night that the Land Planning wanted to investigate the funeral records, Hank hesitated and said that he should reorganize them. Because it should have been the tombstone of the anonymous, many of them were written with names in the remarks.

There are many names, and Ryan still has the impression of wanted criminals, deserters, and even the parents of Borch Quinn.

Not only Ryan but also I am very curious about how old Hank lived when they didn't come to Anderson's house. But he is a strange old man. I don't match him. I can't get anything out of him. I'm sorry.

Ryan and old Hank sorted out the data together, mainly about the northern cemetery. The information that did not need to be known by the government staff was taken out separately and burned. Ryan only kept the "Ian Anthony" document and left it to Mayor Antony to dispose of himself.

One day went by like this. Ryan moved his stiff back, gave the rest of the work to Hank, the initiator, called Benjamin, left the Anderson house, and put some shovel in Benjamin's van.

Instead of driving onto Highway 27 in the dark, the truck headed west from Anderson's house to the west border of Porto South district. Go north on the western boundary, cross the Paisying River from Newton City, enter the eastern suburbs of Newton City, and then go straight up to the south side of the west side of Porto City.

People in Porto west area were either rich and noble, such as Quinn and Porto, or housekeepers and nannies working for the rich and noble. The rich and dignitaries were concentrated in the south of Charles, and only 10% of the population in the Western District accounted for half of the land in the western district. In their periphery, the remaining two-thirds of the area was occupied by the people who work for them. Further out, we come to the Anderson West tomb area.

Benjamin stopped the car. There was no difference between this place and their impression. Compared to Ford's cemetery, which was no different from the construction site, it still retained the solemnity that a cemetery should have.

Ryan got out of the car and nodded to a black limousine hidden in the night in the distance. Mrs. Quinn in the car nodded back and left the tomb area.

Of course, Ryan informed Mrs. Quinn during the day that the reconstruction of the Western cemetery was inevitable. Mrs. Quinn, who had a cooperative relationship with the Anderson family of the previous generation, might come to see her son for the last time.

There were no more people around. They took out the shovel behind the truck and walked to the North Garden.

The black formal coat was casually thrown on other people's tombstones. A slightly fat middle-aged man sat in front of the cemetery in the fourth row and the second row of the East. The tombstone was engraved with 'anonymous',? - xxx'.

"He knew I wanted to come to Porto." Anthony obviously heard Ryan and Benjamin approaching, and said, "so he came here to wait, but he didn't wait until the war was over."

Antony's full name - Ann Antony, because his name is too similar to the abbreviation of his surname, and his identity is the Mayor, it is obvious that the abbreviation does not reflect the respect for this identity, so he will be called by his surname.

Ryan patted Anthony on the shoulder and gave him a shovel, "dig."

Anthony stared at the shovel in his hand and shook his head. "I'm not ready yet."

"What a pity." Ryan has inserted the shovel into the soil behind the tombstone, "Porto is ready to dig him out. So it's better for us to do it, don't you think?"

Once the construction here starts, the North Garden cemetery where sinners are buried must be the first to start. So Ryan wasn't wrong. Anthony was not ready to face his brother, but Porto can't wait.

Anthony was suddenly excited! He threw away his shovel. "What are you going to do to dig him out?! put a stake in his heart?! thirteen years ago, you couldn't do it. Now you can?!"

Ryan glanced at Anthony and tossed the mud aside: "why should I do that? You are the one who forced him away, and I ." Ryan had a mixed feeling in his eyes. "I was a little excited to see him again."

Anthony stopped talking. Benjamin observed the situation and confirmed that Ryan won the duel between the two. Then he came forward and waved a shovel. How to put it? The werewolf was still curious about the guy who can connect the friendship between vampire Ryan and human Anthony.

The friction between the metal and the soil continued under the night, and the land behind the Tombstone of Anonymous slowly descended, forming a square gap. Unstoppable, Anthony picked up the shovel viciously and joined the excavation work.

Bang! Benjamin's shovel hit something.

The three threw away their shovel and dug away the loose soil in the pit that had completely covered their bodies. The decayed coffin appeared in the soft moonlight.

Crack! Ryan opened the coffin without waiting for Anthony to get ready.

The mottled chains tied the 'mummified corpse' in the coffin. The collapsed and bony fingers were crossed and bound in front of his chest. The curled and yellow long nails almost pierced his wrinkled skin. The withered and yellow hair was scattered around the head of the mummy-like hay. It did not fall off or decay, but kept growing and tangled in disorder for more than ten years. On the left chest, a steel cone the size of a baby's arm was nailed to the position of the heart.

Ryan turned his head sideways, subconsciously showing a painful expression, and touched his left chest. In the future, He should be more friendly to old Hank. Now, it's a textbook vampire sealing technology.

Yes, please don't underestimate old Hank.

Ryan touched his chin, looked at Benjamin, the werewolf whose attention had obviously shifted to unknown places, and gave the order: "carry it out first."

Antony breathed a sigh of relief. At least Ryan didn't decide to wake up his brother now. But he didn't notice the hairs on Benjamin's back neck under the moonlight. Alpha's instinct told Benjamin that when they wholeheartedly dug up the vampire buried in the cemetery, a 'guest' came.