013   Teacher Trisha

Wells' work and life were very clear. At 12 o'clock noon, he got off work on time and told Ryan that he would come back at about two o'clock.

The efficiency of this civil servant was not high, it can be said that it was low. His behavior of not wasting time was just because of his indifference and impatience to others. Ryan calculated his work progress and estimated that he would have to stay at Anderson's house for another week to complete the investigation. Ryan was helpless and wanted to complain about this guy.

But vampires had a better idea. The Gusts and James are already ahead. Anderson didn't want to fall behind so he started to develop his own network.

"Wells, you will go to the construction site in Ford cemetery to complain about your current job. Let me see, you want to do business, or open a bar, or open a retail store. But now your savings can't make you resign. How about buying lottery tickets?"

Standing in front of Anderson's porch, Wells, whose eyes were occupied by red, nodded excitedly after a short period of confusion. When the idea injected by the enchanting pupil coincided with the real idea, Ryan implanted the idea into the other person's brain with little effort. The vampire prepared a bait for Papa.

"Of course, for the sake of confidentiality, you can't disclose the name of the Anderson family." Ryan reminded him with the enchanting eyes. Papa Midnite's name for vampires was 'Toreador'. Ryan was not sure whether the Anderson house had been exposed.

Wells nodded and went to enjoy his lunch break with the will of the enchanted pupil.

The roar of the civil servant's old car engine had just left, and the new roar was approaching, but it came from the road in the West. At the back of an old car almost the same age as Porto, the exhaust pipe emitted a snort, and the sound of metal friction could be heard from a long distance.

Laura jumped out of the car with the sound of the door opening.

Laura had changed a lot in the past half a month, not in character, but in dress. When we first met this young lady, she had bright ornaments hanging from her ears and neck, always wearing high-heeled calfskin boots, tight-fitting leggings, color-hopping skirts, a Liszt rue windbreaker, or a jacket, paired with a bag that has absolutely nothing in common with a schoolbag. She's just a model out of a magazine.

But now, the girl who jumped off the copilot was wearing simple canvas shoes, light blue jeans, a thin plaid shirt, and her hair was curled behind her head. This change began when she worked as a volunteer in [Park Primary School]. Laura ran here and said happily, "Benjamin ~"

Ryan was helpless. Nobody knew when the werewolf woke up. He was standing at Anderson's door, waving and smiling.

Ryan asked with his eyes, 'are you making an appointment?'

Benjamin answered with his eyes, "No."

Laura ran to them and seemed to think of the people behind her. She turned and pulled a woman who was surrounded by fiveorsix children. The car that could be scrapped at any time was probably hers.

"Where's Alice? We've come to thank her for the food she prepared for the party the day before yesterday!" Laura held the children to stop them from running around and stood beside the woman.

"In the kitchen." Benjamin pointed behind him, his eyes reminding the girl to make an introduction.

"Oh, this is Trisha, and these are our students!" Laura pointed to Benjamin: "This is Alice's brother Benjamin!" Laura blinked, obviously with a special meaning, which made the woman a little embarrassed. Then Laura pointed to Ryan, "this is another brother. Let's go find Alice!"

"Ryan Anderson," Ryan added in the woman's apologetic eyes.

Before the woman named Trisha could say 'it's a pleasure to meet you', Laura had coaxed the children and rushed to the kitchen with Trisha.

Today was Sunday. It's the time for the Lord to lay down his work and rest. But obviously not everyone can enjoy such treatment, such as civil servants, funeral operators, and all those who need to live on their own hands.

Ryan looked at teacher Trisha's back. She was dressed formally and her hair was carefully arranged, but she had no makeup. She should have been dragged here by Laura after attending the church service. According to Laura, Trisha's husband almost died in an accident at work, and then survived by a miracle.

Two days ago, Ryan would only think it was a lucky guy, but now, the 'miracle' is likely to be only Papa Midnite.

The conditions of [Park Primary School] in Paisiying district were very poor. Because parents were unable to contribute more money to the school and can only rely on the municipal government for a long time, all the extracurricular activities, associations, and interest education of ordinary primary schools had been cut off and can only be maintained by the unrequited payment of teachers and volunteers.

Today, for example, Laura and Trisha were obviously free nannies for these children. Ryan frowned. He looked at Trisha's faded suit after washing many times, and at the car in front of the door. It was different from Benjamin's truck. It was another extreme tragedy-old. It doesn't seem like a family with a relationship with Papa Midnite.

For a long time, I didn't quite understand the difference between the Death contract of Papa Midnite and the soul contract of the cross-road demon. Of course, I asked the vampire this question. The vampire explained it this way. Feel it.

The needs of the cross-road demons are very simple. No matter what you want, wealth, status, health, love, hatred... All they want is your soul. This is what people often say. They sold their soul to the demons. In other words, when signing the contract, no matter how kind you are, please say goodbye to heaven. When you die, your soul will go straight to hell.

Not at all humane, right?

In contrast, the Death contract of Papa Midnite is much more humanized. What do you want, then pay the labor that is regarded as the equal value in Papa Midnite's eyes, and work for him. This is no different from our real life.

However, the 'labor contract' of this job is so strict that it takes life and death as the standard.

How do you do this? Easy, Papa Midnite let you die first. Then your life, your body, and your soul are maintained by the magic of Papa Midnite. You want to breathe fresh air. Well, work. You want to keep your soul conscious. Well, work. You want to quit? Yes, the "labor contract" is signed on your heart and can be torn off at any time.

So when people become the dead disciples of Papa Midnite, in theory, they can get everything in the world as long as they are willing to complete equivalent work. If you want a fiancée, go make someone else's fiancée disappear. If you want to win the lottery, don't hesitate to erase that lucky guy. If you want to get promoted, go and ruin another person's life...

The Death Contract of Papa Midnite is like the four seasons of endless reincarnation.

Like all smart entrepreneurs, Papa Midnite cares not about the salary he gives you, but about the work you can accomplish. Therefore, Papa-Midnite will give you generous treatment first and express his sincerity. Of course, in his mouth, those guys who accept the salary but do not complete the work become 'opportunists'.

But now, it seemed that Trisha's family hadn't received the 'salary' from Papa Midnite, and her life was still difficult.

Laura insisted on keeping Trisha for dinner in Anderson. Ryan and Benjamin did not refuse because they were a little curious about the teacher's husband.

"We heard about your husband's accident. Is he all right now?"

In the dining room, Ryan was sitting in the main seat, which is usually empty because the vampire doesn't need these foods. But if there are guests, Ryan still has to put up with these foreign objects that are not destined to bring any benefit to his body and act like a man.

"Todd."

Trisha apologized. After the party the day before yesterday, she expressed her hope to thank the food maker. But she wanted to find a proper time. Because Laura wanted to come, so she forced Trisha to come at lunchtime. She also brought a group of students. The teacher was really embarrassed.

"His name is Todd. He has been able to walk around on his own recently. The doctor says he is recovering well." Speaking of her husband, the female teacher had a kind of pride in her eyes, which can be seen on many faces who have overcome injuries.

Ryan didn't know the details of her husband's accident before, so he said with an apology, "sorry, I don't know the details. Is it serious?"

"Oh, it doesn't matter. It's all over. Everything is getting better." Trisha smiled, but there was a trace of blame in her eyes when she looked at Ryan. She looked at the children who had just given up their spoons and scratched on the plate with their hands. Suddenly, she took out the momentum of the teacher and sideways asked the children, "what did I just say?"

The children loosened the food in their hands, raised the hands, and said in unison in a tender voice, "everything is getting better."

Trisha smiled and nodded, and again motioned with her eyes to Ryan.

Ryan nodded knowingly. Trisha didn't want to mention sad things in front of the children.

The topic was soon taken away. Laura said that she was collecting money recently and began to discuss with Alice about making charity biscuits to raise money. With her Porto name, her appeal should not be underestimated. Looking at her shining eyes, it seemed that the spring of Parker primary school was coming.

After lunch, Trisha left with the children, leaving Laura and Alice to occupy Benjamin's bedroom in the warehouse to discuss fund-raising. Ryan had started to look through the old newspapers for the past half a month to find out about Trisha's husband.

Ryan found it. On the Porto Daily two weeks ago, there was a message in the corner of the social page:

"The port worker was trapped in the cruise turbine for more than three days, and XX enterprise refused to pay industrial injury compensation."

Ryan observed a moment of silence for Todd, closed the newspaper, and should be able to rule out the poor man's suspicion. Papa Midnite may be a man with strange values, but he won't be too bad to his employees.

Until two o'clock in the afternoon, Wells' car and Porto's limousine arrived at the same time. Wells came to 'work', and Porto's limousine came to pick up Laura. Porto high school football league will last all spring. The beavers barely qualified after losing Connor and Kyle.

Yes, Laura still needs that extra credit

Wells reported a noon achievement in the vampire's eyes. The vampire wrote down the names of several people who were interested in Wells' complaints. Compared with the previous names, they have already overlapped. Tonight, the vampire will go out for a night visit again.