017 Fake James Lance

"Mr Quinn's funeral is in your hands!" Old Ford's whole body was buried behind the stack of documents like a hill. This was the number of documents that the real big funeral owners have. The cemetery was recycled by the government, which had an impact on every funeral industry. By comparison, the [Ford funeral home], which once had the most cemetery areas, suffered the greatest.

Benjamin looked out the window. Kim (James) and a group of workers were loading Gabriel's statue into the werewolf's truck. Benjamin smiled and responded: "Anderson's tomb area in the South District of Porto is the farthest from the city center, and nobody cares about it. Naturally, the municipal government doesn't need to take it back."

The municipal government of Porto recycled the cemetery to build a new residential area. For example, in Anderson South District, which was located in the suburbs and close to the prison, there was no market. Instead, it had become the only remaining tomb area in Porto. Mrs Quinn wanted a traditional funeral, and the Anderson house was indeed the only place to go.

"Good!" Ford poked his head out of the document and looked cautiously out of the window: "the journalists who have been spying around recently can also leave now!"

Benjamin also noticed this. There were some reporters around the [Ford funeral home], crouching outside with bulky cameras. People who came in and out were always harassed by them, asking about the Quinn family funeral.

It seemed that in the North District of Porto, the news of Mr. Quinn's death had been spread. After all, it was the representative of the older generation in Porto, and the media seemed very excited.

Benjamin picked up a document with numerous lists, records and accounts... Ford grabbed the document from Benjamin's hand and glared at Benjamin: "what are you doing? Hurry up when you receive the stones and statues!"

Benjamin then realized the real reason why Ford was afraid of the reporters, but he didn't point it out. He scratched his cheek covered by his beard. "Can I make a phone call?"

In a bad mood, Ford removed the documents on his desk, exposed the phone, pushed it to Benjamin, and said, "are you thinking about the stones in our warehouse? Anyway, we can't use them anymore, so we can give them to you! But I can't guarantee that the phone can get through!"

Benjamin picked up the receiver and inserted his finger into the round number plate. The dial turns, dada, the dial turns, dada

Ford was still saying, "Porto Telecom said that it would send someone to check this morning. It seems that it's almost eleven o'clock now. It hasn't come yet. I want to complain about him..."

Benjamin had automatically blocked Ford's complaint because the phone was connected.

"Anderson funeral home, can I help you?" A very sweet voice came out.

Benjamin had goose bumps all over his body, and it was Louise .

"Where's Ryan?"

"What can I do for you? Mr. Anderson is..."

"It's me, Benjamin!"

"Oh, wait a minute." Louise's voice finally became normal.

Benjamin looked at Ford awkwardly and explained, "new comer."

Ford curled his lips and continued to immerse himself in the document.

"Benjamin! Did you get the statue?"

"Got it. I'm here at Ford now. There are many unused stone tablets and statues in their warehouse. Do you want to take them together? Ford is willing to give them to us."

"You can drag it yourself!" Ford looked up and shouted, making sure Ryan could hear him on the phone.

Ryan: "That would be great! Thank Mr. Ford for me."

Benjamin smiled at Ford and continued to say to the phone, "that's all right. By the way, don't let Louise answer the phone again!"

"Ha ha..."

Benjamin put the phone away and pushed it back. Outside the window, Kim had already taken the co driver's seat and looked this way. Benjamin stood up, thanked Ford and was ready to leave.

A worker dressed man pushed open Ford's office, followed by a thin young man with messy red hair and freckle all over his face.

"Mr. Ford, the people from Porto Telecom are here."

"Hum!" Ford glanced at the phone on his desk and pointed to it. "You're here at last! I just made an unimportant call. No problem! Once it's an important call, I can't get through! What's the matter with you!"

Benjamin shrugged his shoulders, stepped back and walked out.

Ford seemed angry. "You! You! Fitz or something! I want to complain about you!"

"I'm not Fitz. Fitz asked for leave. I'm David..."

"David! I don't care about asking for leave! David and Fitz! I want to complain about you two!"

Benjamin left the office.

Just getting on the bus, Kim, whose face was covered with dust due to the carrying of the statue, had already fastened his seat belt and hurried anxiously: "why is it so long? Hurry up, we should go to the Porto police station!"

Benjamin buckled his seat belt slowly and started the truck. "What are you worried about? Have you figured out what you would do if you met another James? Do you want a bunch of policemen to see two people with the same body fighting each other?"

Kim was speechless.

Benjamin turned the steering wheel and clapped his radio as usual.

"What would you do?" Kim asked, wondering why vampires and werewolves were interested in shapeshifters. Protect Porto citizens? Kim doesn't think so.

"Yes." Benjamin lengthened his voice: "take him back to Anderson and ask him why he came to Porto."

"Don't you kill or clear him?" Kim was a little surprised.

"It depends." Benjamin frowned: "if he just wants to live a quiet life like me, Ryan and Alice, Anderson family can have another brother."

Kim looked at the werewolf with an unbelievable expression. At this time, he also remembered that in the conversation between the three people in the morning, the vampire and the werewolf did not say that they wanted to kill or eliminate the 'monsters' that caused chaos in Porto! To be exact, their word is' care '!

Kim realized that the two aliens were not concerned about the people in Porto, but about their own safety in Porto! Just like the wolf hidden in the sheep, the exposure of the individual will arouse the vigilance of the whole sheep. Anderson family cares about their own safety!

"What if he wasn't like you? What would you do?!" Kim asked.

"Kill it." The werewolf shrugged.

Half an hour later, Porto police station.

Benjamin stood at the empty reception desk and looked in.

Normally, there should be uniformed police officered here, but today it seemed that there was no such thing. More than that, Benjamin looked through the reception desk. There seemed to be few agents in civilian clothes inside the police station. Instead, the police officers hurried past one by one in a busy manner.

Benjamin didn't know that this morning, director Cologne gave leave to the detectives of Porto North District . Now only the police officers who maintain daily public order are working.

No one paid any attention to Benjamin. He was wondering if he would just go in and explore for himself.

"Hey, sir! Can I help you?" Benjamin felt that someone had patted him behind him. Turning back, he saw a short policewoman walking past with a pile of documents in her arms. She struggled to open the front door and wanted to go in.

Benjamin reached out to help her push open the door, picked up some fallen documents and handed them to the policewoman sitting behind the front desk: "I'm looking for James Lance."

Benjamin found that the height difference between standing up and sitting down of the policewoman in front of him could be ignored, and immediately stepped back consciously. The werewolf knew that his body shape would sometimes give people pressure. He looked around and scratched his head: "but I didn't find him."

"Thank you!" The policewoman calmed down and breathed quickly. She brushed away her hair on her forehead and smiled. She first thanked Benjamin and then asked, "are you looking for detective Lance? Who are you?"

"Oh!" Benjamin rubbed his right hand on his coat for a few times and reached out to the policewoman: "we used to serve in the same army. We were friends once. I heard that he came to work in Porto police station, so I came to have a look."

The policewoman smiled and held Benjamin's hand, which had not become very clean even if it had been wiped on his body. It was rough but broad and warm. She nodded knowingly, "once", past tense?

"Didn't he come today?" Benjamin finished shaping the image of honest veterans and asked what he wanted to ask.

The policewoman shook her head regretfully: "sorry, he left with his partner only half an hour ago."

"Detective life must be very busy." Benjamin pursed his lips, smiled disappointedly, and stepped back to leave. He knew that the contrast between appearance and expression is the most useful weapon for women.

"Wait!" Sure enough, the policewoman stopped Benjamin, a man who had to "leave the scene in dismay" because his former second-generation comrades in arms had made great progress, but no one cared about him. "You can leave a message, and I can tell him for you!"

Benjamin stopped and thought. Finally, he shook his head, "no need..." then he turned and left.

"Wait!" The policewoman's voice became obviously anxious. Woman... "You can leave the phone. I can guarantee that he will call you!"

Benjamin stopped again, his dark brown eyebrows wrinkled together, as if he were engaged in a fierce ideological struggle.

The policewoman breathed a sigh of relief and decided to add some information: "you know the detectives are busy with missing cases these days, so there is little spare time. It is normal for detective Lance to neglect to contact his former friends."

Instead, the girl comforted Benjamin.

Benjamin suppressed the guilt of cheating the kind policewoman, nodded, walked back to the reception desk, looked at the policewoman with gratitude, "thank you, do you have a pen and paper?"

The policewoman took out a pen and a stack of notes from the pocket of her uniform and handed them to Benjamin. Benjamin wrote down the phone number of Anderson funeral home, signed 'Ss' (shape shifter), handed it to the policewoman, and said with some embarrassment, "this is where I work. I live there."

The policewoman carefully put away the phonenumber. When she wanted to say something, Benjamin had turned and left, leaving a generous figure behind.