027  Make an excuse for revenge

Head north along Becky Street, at the end of the Comb in what used to be the Betsy District. Continuing to the north from where the train station was located, the style of the business district gradually fades into a cold and hard industrial style. In fact, it was not an industry, but a warehouse, and most of the goods flowing through the port of Massa were dispatched from here.

There were often trucks in and out of this area, so that Benjamin's battered truck was not very conspicuous in the pile of large trucks and trucks.

Conspicuous was the black limousine car and three police cars from the Porto Police Station. This was a warehouse gathering place on the east side of Puerto Massa. On the warehouse door surrounded by a yellow and white cordon, the white paint reads '13'.

A large number of broken cardboard boxes were stacked here, there were many damaged instruments, and the metal shelves were covered with dark red rust. The scorched and damp musty smelled in the air, combined with the coldness, it's not a place that people want to stay.

William Herman, in his late seventies, pushed his assistant away, who was trying to help him, and stared at the mass of things huddled in a dark corner.

"What are you doing!" Herman suddenly rushed forward and grabbed a young police officer who was holding a black body bag. His eyes were bloodshot: "What the hell are you doing!!"

James' eyes were also bloodshot, but he still stepped forward and pulled away the excited old Herman: "We need to take it back for examination before we can confirm its identity."

Why was James Lance here? Because there was a charred body there and James was a homicide detective.

Herman let go of the flinching police officer and backed away sullenly.

"No need to obstruct the police work." Ryan supported the old man's body: "Let's talk elsewhere."

With the soft clicking sound, Old Herman could no longer bear to watch a group of strangers put his son in a plastic bag like garbage.There was a deep whimper in his throat, and the old man covered his cheeks with his hands.

Ryan took Mr. Herman's arms and helped him out of the warehouse.

Before leaving, Ryan turned his head and gestured to James with no expression.

"Do you think it's Conor Herman too?" Detective Curson patted his partner who was clearly out of shape today.

The person who called the police and found the body was Ryan (anonymous, of course), it was Ryan who informed Mr. Herman, and it was Ryan who recommended Detective Lance to Mr. Herman. Found here, of course, also our vampire Ryan.

The memory of Run's life was useless, at least he always thought this was some kind of basement! In the end, it was the Banshee Alice who, after repeatedly 'watching' Connor's death, got the place where Connor died - a warehouse at the Port of Massa.

According to the information currently available to the police, this was Connor, and most of it had been confirmed. The first was the testimony of the students at the party, especially Laura behind the Ivy Club, who had seen Connor grabbed by a man in Indian attire.

Originally, the clue was cut off here. But the warehouse manager, who was just summoned, confirmed that a man who matched Laura's description had rented the warehouse. Because this warehouse is used to store damaged goods, no one usually pays much attention to it. The administrator just took it as an extra payment, and did not ask the other party what the warehouse was rented for.

Ryan, of course, did not let Mr. Herman into his van, but into Herman's limousine. The gentleman, still in anger and pain, did not tell him where to go. So the car drove out of the warehouse gathering place and drove up Becky Street without any destination.

"Mr. Herman, maybe now is not a good time. But I want to ask Mr.." Ryan looked at the old Herman with whiskey in one hand and stared at the window: "Do you remember..."

"Tell me." Mr. Herman turned his head to Ryan, who was sitting directly across from the car. "Tell me how you found Connor!"

Herman's eyes were not friendly!

This morning, Herman was still teasing his wife, who was 20 years younger than him: victories, parties, eighteen-year-old stars, female admirers of the same age... these things would make young Connor do 'something' 'Activity. But until noon, when Connor still did not return, Herman began to worry.

After no one knew where Connor was going, Herman called the police. The disappearance of the son of the entrepreneur who led the entire industrial development of Porto was not something to be taken lightly. Therefore, the police acted quickly, and everyone who had an intersection with Connor at the party was called. And Laura, who has been looking for him, also entered the list and provided the biggest clue.

Because of Laura's relationship, Herman had a brief exchange with Mrs. Porto. Mrs Porto still had some misgivings about what the Anderson House was doing. Ryan's refusal to share the process of dealing with Kyle left Mrs. Porto unsure that Kyle's disappearance had nothing to do with Connor's disappearance. So Mrs. Porto recommended them to Herman with the attitude of continuing to let Anderson finish.

Helman, who was trying it out, made a phone call. He didn't expect to see his son's body in just two hours!

Therefore, it was understandable that his tone at this time was not friendly!

Ryan opened his mouth, our vampires weren't used to being interrupted. But powerful men are not the same as women, they are more direct and threatening. Herman was different from pun-readers like Mrs. Quinn and Mrs. Porto.

Ryan pursed his lips, and the corners of his mouth curled up, as if he needed a different way of talking.

"Mr. Herman, didn't Mrs. Porto tell you the rules of how we conduct business? We will do the middle part of what you propose to achieve. Other than that, we will not answer any questions."

Mr. Herman stared at Ryan, his knuckles turning white as he held the glass. Compared to people his age, Herman was much younger, and Connor's presence can explain the problem... and, for example, his heart allowed him to take a cup of whiskey.

Ryan kept smiling, letting the other person stare, waiting for him to succumb to his rules.

"Okay!" Mr. Herman closed his bloodshot eyes and pushed the smiling person out of sight: "Just accept the result!" He leaned against the soft backrest and raised his head weakly: "You can go. .You'll get my check tomorrow."

Maybe he figured it out, and knowing now is no different than waiting for the police's findings in a few days. He had enough information today, and he had to go home and tell his wife who was still worried at home.

Herman's limousine was parked on the side of the road.

Ryan nodded slightly, but his purpose was not achieved, and he was not ready to leave: "Mr. Herman, please keep the car going. I haven't finished what I just said."

"What else do you have to say!" Herman suddenly opened his eyes and roared at Ryan angrily! In his opinion, without this person, Connor was now just missing, not burned to charcoal!

"When you called me, I asked you, are you going to find Connor? Or punish the murderer?" Ryan kept smiling.

"What are you talking about." Herman's eyes narrowed dangerously: "Do you know who did it?!"

The limousine driver's eyes searched here in the rear-view mirror. With a simple signal from Herman, the limousine started again, and it still drove without purpose.

"Does it matter?" Ryan felt the movement of the car, "Porto Police's sketchers will soon draw the murderers, their identities, when you get home, they should be notified by the police. But then what? Wanted? Arrested? Mr. Herman, no one doesn't know William Herman's son, no one doesn't know the star quarterback of the Beavers. Even so, your son is still lying in the corner of the warehouse. The murderer seemed too lazy to deal with the corpse ..."

"Enough!!" Herman's eyes radiated a dangerous light, interrupting the man in front of him again! He had captured the meaning of the other party! Connor's body was just left there, and he could throw it into the sea after another street and destroy all traces, but the murderer didn't do that! This means that the murderer did not intend to hide at all. Maybe at this time, the murderer had left Porto and disappeared without a trace!

"Don't say it anymore!" Herman stared at the person in front of him, his shoulders were shaking slightly, it was anger, "What can you do?!"

Ryan put away his smile, lowered his head slightly, put one hand on his chest, and made a very ancient gesture of silence tribute. This was the vampire expressing his regret for the misfortune of others.

When Ryan raised his head again, his light green eyes looked at the old Mr. Herman: "This is not a question for Mr. to consider. As I said before, the result of your request, we will complete. The middle process, do not ask ,do not say."

"I want them to die!" Herman stared at Ryan, his slightly wrinkled cheeks quivering.

The vampire nodded.

This was what vampires want. Someone had attacked the Anderson house, and the vampires weren't going to let them go. Torture? That's just foreplay. He wanted revenge and made those hunters pay. But he also needed a reason, a reason that neither old Hank nor Benjamin would stop him.

'This is a request from the client, why should I refuse it? '

If you ask me, why do vampires suddenly turn black? No no, He never did justice. Every personal decision, behavior, is made under the influence of the rest of the Anderson family. He needs to accommodate the overflowing sympathy of the werewolf Benjamin, take care of the extremely fragile nerves of the banshee Alice, and abide by the oath to old Hank to guard the Anderson home.

Now, let's see, where was Benjamin? Where was Alice? Where was old Hank? There was only one vampire who was 'glowing' because of a large amount of food before going out.