009   Finally meet, Papa Midnite!

Anthony didn't know how to face his brother who had been 'sacrificing' for thirteen years, but when Ryan and Benjamin raised its head and its feet and threw the 'mummy' into the back of the truck at will, the cracked bones broke. The crisp sound still made Anthony's heart twitch!

"Light! Light!" Anthony yelled at Ryan, who casually shoved Ian's dry legs into the trunk.

The vampire glanced at him, buckled the trunk, and put one hand on Anthony's back neck. Mayor Porto snorted and lost consciousness.

Ryan hug Anthony's body. Benjamin opened the door of the back seat. Ryan was much softer this time. After all, Anthony has no self-healing ability. Ryan put him in the back seat.

The two moved their limbs and looked at the crescent moon in the middle of the night sky, doing a simple warm-up.

Someone's appearance is always full of drama, and now they were in a cemetery. Such a stage meant that there must be something 'strange' warming up for a guy whose name echoed the present moment.

The rustling sound sounded in the cemetery, and the dark land slowly turned up. The white tombstone glowed silver in the night. In the shabby scraping sound, a half-rotten palm broke through the soil on the ground and put it on the cold tombstone.

Ryan broke the protruding arm with one foot, and the brittle sound of the broken dry branch opened the prelude to the next thing.

In horror movies, there are always such scenes. The corpses in the tomb ripped away the soil and returned to the world. They invaded the streets with open arms and claws, occupied the families of ordinary people, and shouted at the audience sitting in front of the screen eating popcorn.

But in reality, in order to prevent their clothes from being stained with putrefaction, the werewolf took off his clothes and covered his body with black and brown fluff. The broad palms swung left and right, and the 'dead' who had been corrupted in the land for a long time was like a rag bag, drawing gray-white parabolas in the night sky.

The vampire was much more elegant. The white shirt sleeve was carefully held at the elbow. The skin exposed in the moonlight reflects a faint halo. Like a conductor, the two index fingers gently point at the back neck of the 'walking dead' and slightly move it. With a click, the dead return to the dead.

The scene lasted about ten minutes.

"You have no interest at all." A dry voice sounded in the cemetery.

The movements of the corpses stopped, and the broken heads turned neatly to the fluffy Alpha and the naked vampire. It seemed that 'looking' and 'making noise' were not easy for these 'creatures'. When the walking corpse was talking about this sentence, its jaw broke and fell into the soil.

The vampire turned his head sideways and looked at the walking corpse whose neck had been bent 180 degrees in front of him. There was no eyeball in his deep eye socket, and it didn't know what it was looking at.

Ryan stretched out his fingers understandingly, straightening the head in front of him: "Because it's not funny, Papa-Midnite."

"Of course not!"

The walking corpse in front of Ryan suddenly moved his upper jaw. Without a chin, it could not perfectly act as a 'microphone' for Papa Midnite.

"I hate the cemetery now!" a walking corpse with Chins opened and closed to accurately convey the words of Papa Midnite!

"Everyone is in tattered condition! It's useless!"

Ryan stood in front of a 'girl' who looked only ten years old. She held a fluffy teddy in her hand, which should be her favorite toy. But now Teddy was as broken as herself.

"If you let me know, who proposed cremation!"' The body of the "girl" was still complete, and she can reproduce all the emotions and gestures of Papa Midnite, so the little walking corpse held its hands high, and its dirty, dry face was full of anger: "I will make his life worse than death!"

Ryan carefully helped the 'girl' to fold up the torn yarn skirt, "I have to say that I agree with you."

Ryan hates cremation, needless to say. Now we know that Papa Midnite, who likes to challenge the faith of the Federation, likes to see people 'perform' under the rules set by him, and loves dramatization, also seems to hate 'cremation'. Why? Because fire will burn the only connection between corpse and soul! Now, look! If there were no cremation, the vampire and werewolf would be drowned in walking corpses!

"Yes." "Girl "put down her raised hand, tilted her face, and looked at Ryan with lifeless eyes: "I like you, Toreador."

"It's a pleasure." Ryan nodded and raised his mouth, but stopped talking. Whoever asks first, loses.

"Don't you have any questions for me?" 'The girl ' tilted her head and faithfully acted as a tool for Papa Midnite.

"No." Ryan raised his eyebrows. "Do you have any?"

"I hate you!" 'Girl 'threw away Teddy, just like a real ten-year-old girl, except for her rotting body!

Ryan frowned. This kind of dialogue was a bit confusing. He turned around and looked for a new dialogue partner again. The heads of the walking corpses turned again and followed the vampire.

"It doesn't matter. I hate you, too." Ryan said as he walked, "you broke into my city without my permission." Ryan stopped in front of a man in a black suit and said to his sunken eyes.

"Broke into! " When the man's jaw opened and closed, there was a hard bone friction sound: "I just answered the call of my believers! I love my believers!"

You see, even if he didn't ask, Ryan managed to lead the topic in the direction he wanted.

"Haven't you heard?" Ryan bent his eyes: "your believers are committing suicide. X is engraved on their hearts. You say you love them. They seem to hate you."

"No!" The man seemed to wave his arm, but the empty sleeve just shook twice, "they are not my believers! They..."

Ryan looked at the 'man' whose forehead skin was torn by frowning, shook his head slightly, and looked for the next conversation object.

"They are inferior opportunists!" Ryan stood in front of a woman, whose limbs waved excitedly, "I advanced their salary, but they didn't go to work! I hate such speculators! They should go to hell and be tortured by Satan! Ha ha!"

"If your recruiter were smarter, maybe not." Ryan smiled at the woman.

"Eh, you're right! That..." the voices of the corpses suddenly stopped, and only the night wind with fresh putrefaction brushed the cemetery.

Ryan's smiling face was a little stiff.

"Hahaha! Do you think I'll tell you his name?" 'The woman' raised her head and laughed. All the corpses raised their heads and laughed. This scene was not good-looking. Believe me.

Ryan sighed helplessly, but immediately became happy: "he? So there's only one person? I think I still got something. It's not a completely failed attempt."

The laughter of the corpses suddenly stopped, and all the heads turned to the smiling vampire in the clatter!

"I can find another one!" 'The woman' waved her arms, but her strength was too strong, so there were two more twitching arms on the ground. Ryan curled his lips and went to the next target.

"No, you won't." Ryan standing in front of a guy who can't tell the gender anymore, "it" was neatly stacked in a pile, and the twitching blocks proved that it was still qualified to be used by Papa Midnite.

Ryan bowed his head, smiled, and looked down at the pile, "your true believer, Sebella Gust, doesn't seem to be giving you the opportunity to exploit loopholes. Do you want to appear in the crowd and look for yourself?"

The walking corpses were silent, and after a while, the rustling voice sounded again, but Papa Midnite's tone changed. "Oh, of course not. Why should I waste my precious time in Massa?"

Remember, Massa was where the federal government was privatizing funerals, cremation, and burial. How do you think funeral owners would choose? Ryan thought for a moment and nodded, "so just for fun?"

"You are right."

Ryan needed to know the mood of Papa Midnite, abandoned 'a pile' and walked to another 'woman' whose facial muscles were still intact, "so I don't have to worry. You will bring other impacts to my city, right?" Ryan looked at the 'woman' in front of him.

"Ha! You said you had no questions to ask me!" 'The woman 'showed a surprised look on her face.

Ryan snorted, "Then I'll take it back."

"No!" 'The woman's face became eager, "don't take it back, I'll answer you! Yes, yes! You don't have to worry! I just love the 'show' I'm seeing now!"

"Do I need to ask 'what kind of performance is it?' Ryan turned his head sideways and pretended to be searching.

"Ask! Please do ask!" 'The woman' stretched out her hands and looked longingly at Ryan.

"Well, what kind of performance is it?" Ryan satisfied Papa Midnite's morbid psychology.

"Good question!" 'Woman' almost danced, "I don't know where to start! How about Chris Irwin! (suicides in Porto south, Chapter 3) he is really a good guy! A 32-year-old virgin! Do you believe it? Haha! His biggest wish is to have a girlfriend! What a beautiful wish! I can't refuse it!..."

In the moonlight at midnight, Ryan listened to the walking corpses around him tell the story of each suicide. In their transaction with Papa Midnite, they got what they wanted until they found that they wanted to complete the work against the soul for Papa Midnite and chose death in the battle between heaven and hell.

Ryan's face gradually darkened. Do you think Ryan's conscience was tired of hearing such stories? No, Ryan was gloomy because every story that Papa Midnite told had been recorded on the case record of Porto police station! What Ryan wanted to know, was the question mark painted on James' paper. Papa Midnite was like a sealed jar without any cracks!

All this, he was playing with the vampire.

"No spoilers." Hundreds of corpses crawled or walked in front of Ryan and pointed their sunken eyes at the vampire. "That's no fun, don't you think? Toreador."

Ryan put down the sleeve tube on his elbow, and bowed slightly like an actor to various strangely shaped bodies: "Enjoy it, Midnite."

Maybe before, Ryan only wanted James and Gusts to solve their work, and he just need to guide them. But now, Ryan seemed to decide to enter the 'show' by himself.