Records of Barton’s Fantastical Events

James watched with a sullen face as Zac touched a key from the eaves of the door and opened the door.

“You should be happy, it means Barton City is a safe city.” Zach said.

As a police detective who has lived in Barton City for two months, James cannot agree with or refute it. Under mixed emotions, he carried out an illegal invasion.

“No one.” James glanced at the room.

“What do you think?” Zach closed the door and walked past James. “If anyone is there, I will knock on the door.”

James wrinkled The brows moved the bridge of the nose, making a dull pain.

“Uh.” Zach cut through his fingertips and tore off the bandage on his nose. He threw it in the trash can next to the sofa and pressed it with the bleeding finger. The bridge of James’ nose.

James subconsciously took care of him. When he touched the bridge of his nose, the wound had disappeared and the swollen bridge of the nose returned to its original shape. James looked towards the discarded band-aid in the trash can, ready to pick it up, after all, this is someone else’s home.

“No need to do this.” Zach walked around the sofa and walked to the bedroom behind, “This man is running away.”

James keeps bending and looks He also came to this conclusion while holding the trash can, because the full trash can emits a sour smell, which shows that the garbage has been fermented here for at least three days.

This is the apartment-style housing that most single people in the North District of Barton City, or families below the middle class would choose. The location is more remote than the former civil servant Wells apartment, but the size seems To be bigger, as for the interior, it is much better than Wells.

“What are you looking for?” James asked unhappily when he heard Zac start flipping in other people’s bedrooms.

Zac stood in the bedroom, spread his hands, “Looking for inspiration.”

James looked at the scattered things around the vampire, clothes, shoes, and sundries. ……

Zac is not talking nonsense, he now has no idea what kind of’species’ the people who once lived here are, so he can only look around and look around.

First of all, Zach has determined that this guy is not short of money. As a newcomer to a city, although he is not as exaggerated as James, he is much better than a native of Wales. Then this guy does not at all work, because there is no real formal or work uniform in the closet, most of which are casual formal jackets, which can’t be considered formal wear.

Then this guy either has a special gender identity, or is a **, or is a playboy. Because Zach found many women of different sizes.

Finally, this is a very cautious guy. Foreign races usually have things that need to be hidden, such as Zachs blood bank, Benjamins hair and clothes that are often torn, leftovers from the transfigures…

And this guy seems to have something strange except him Apart from collection addiction, not at all is different from ordinary people.

Zac went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, frowned and fell into thinking.

“What did you find?” James asked when he came out of the bedroom after visiting the bedroom.

“His diet is very healthy.” Zach raised his eyebrows. “For a human.”

James frowned, bypassed Zach and opened the refrigerator After reading it again, vegetables, fish, chicken, eggs, milk… are indeed very healthy, because there is not even a can of beer or soda.

Zac touched the chin, looked towards the photo hanging on the wall. The man in the photo is about 30 years old, not very strong, but well-proportioned. In most photos, he is happy It looks like a row of white teeth is enough to advertise for a dentists clinic. The photos are also in a variety of scenes, such as fishing, hiking, swimming, traveling… the photos are all polaroids that can be quickly developed. This camera has just been Zach found it.

“He may be an ordinary person.” James looked around again, but found nothing suspicious.

“A perfect ordinary person, suddenly dropped everything and ran away.” Zach added.

James heard something unusual, “What do you want to say?”

“He is perfect.” Zach pointed to the photo on the wall, “He travels, Do all kinds of things, have perfect teeth, and an appearance that everyone envy.” Zach pointed to the bedroom again, “I don’t need work, but I have enough money. And.” Zach tilted his head, “He is very attractive to women. We like it. There are a bunch of’trophies’.” Zach pointed to the kitchen again, “and his habits are simply impeccable.”

“So what are you trying to say?!” James was right. This kind of frustration that has been prompted to the point where the answer is still not available is very annoying.

“He is like a person in people’s fantasy.” Zach concluded.

I once asked vampires that the classification of alien races is different from the previous question about social hierarchy. It is classification.

Vampire explained: “Three kinds. It is very easy to distinguish, one is me, Benjamin, and Kim. Our difference comes from our body, and our ability is reflected in the physical body, including charm. The pupil.”

I expressed my understanding, its just brainwashing. Its rare to show my IQ in front of a vampire, and I motioned the vampire to continue.

“Yes, I can understand. Second, like Ryan, it is a foreign race developed based on the soul.”

“Development with the soul?” I used my brain,” Like angels and demons?”

After praising my perception, the vampire reminded: “These are two extremes, and the middle, which developed from the original earth-bound spirit, Shadowman , Wandering souls, fantasy people, dream monsters…”

I barely understood, and continued to ask, “What about the third?”

Zach thought about it and decided to use a specific name To describe this third, it is convenient for me to feel, “You, Alice, Sibera, Papa Midnight…”

“Oh.”

Here, Zach said second.

“Do you want to say that this Daniel is a “phantom man”?” James half-opened his mouth, as if he understood, but also seemed puzzled, “I thought that the “phantom man” would only appear in the bustling business Place.”

“No, the’phantom man’ is only easy to be born in places where money is frequently traded.” Zach told the fact that money is the heaviest desire of people, so it is derived Fantasy is the most serious, but if the fantasy man does not pursue strong power, he can survive wherever he desires. “You forget that he came to Barton City because of’rumors’. He is not pursuing mainstream aliens. Values are normal.”

James frowned, “Does the phantom have the ability to make people disappear and reappear?”

“If the time is right, the desire is strong enough, the phantom People can make anything come true.” Zach explained.

James’ face darkened again, clenching his fists. Obviously, the detective didn’t quite understand the difference between Magic Man and Papa Midnight.

Zach glanced at him, “Your prejudice is too big. I need to remind you that Papa Midnight is a human being, a different kind of human beings. The true foreign race’s feelings for playing with humans not at all interest.” Zach added, “Will you play games with yourself for lunch before eating lunch?”

Zachs explanation not at all makes James feel good A little bit.

“They rely on the illusion of aggregating people to keep their souls alive.” Zach continued, regardless of James staring at him, “but the capacity of the soul is so large. When it can’t be accommodated, naturally It will be discharged. Then the fantasy becomes reality. It is a sad creature.” Zach pointed to everything in this apartment, “These, these’perfect’ things, maybe only those photos are what he wants, others All from the delusion of’you’.”

Why would Zach say such a healthy and enviable lifestyle is a delusion?

Because, two people who won’t have any gains left this Daniel’s house and knocked on his neighbor’s door. With just the opening of the door, James could smell the smoke that diffused. The thin mans eyes were dark and blue. He was only under 30 years old, but he looked like he was going to die. He stared at two. Unfamiliar man, “Looking for someone.”

Zacs red eyes didnt give the man any time to react, and he opened the door. James saw the room shrouded in smoke, which was better than Daniels. The apartment is a bit smaller, and the dirty tables and chairs are full of pizza boxes and empty wine bottles…

Zach randomly asked a few questions about his neighbors, said goodbye, and sounded another One household.

In a cold and humid room, a fat middle-aged man only wore a piece of ** that I didnt know how long he had not washed. His whole body exuded an unpleasant smell, and his hands were still Holding a crumpled Toilet Paper.

Zach also asked a few questions and said goodbye.

Knocked another house, and the boy with a wheelchair looked at the two strange men, “What’s the matter? Sir.”

Vampire in the heart sigh, the original photos It’s not’really’ either. Zach’s brief moment of dazzling let James get ahead.

“We came to Daniel, but he is not here, do you know where he went?” James tried to calm his heart that was fiercely clamoring because he saw reality and delusion coexist.

“Who are you?” The young man suddenly became vigilant, his thin hand already pressed on the wheel of his wheelchair.

James pressed the door that the boy wanted to close, “I am James Lance! We are not bad guys, I am Barton Police Department, Detective Lance!” James shoulders He resisted the door and took out his police badge, “We suspect that Daniel is missing, and we are investigating, hoping to find him.”

Zac did not disturb James, and stood aside watching.

The young man looked at James badge and remained vigilant, “He is not missing, he just went on a trip.”

James glanced at Zach. The first two people only have three words about Daniel’s whereabouts, and they don’t know. And this teenager seems to be helping Daniel out of trouble for some reason.

“Where did you travel?” James asked.

“I don’t know.” The boy stared at James and answered.

James does not give up, and still uses the way of human detective thinking to extract information, “Do you know his contact information? Telephone? We need to contact to know that he is not a mistake…”

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Zac couldnt stand it anymore, he pushed James aside, took out a business card, and handed it to the disabled teenager. His face was in front of the boy: “Grand House, Zha K. What’s your name?”

The young man looked at the business card, then looked at Zac questioningly, “You are not a policeman.”

“I am not.” Zach smiled , “You don’t need to trust me, but I want to ask, did Daniel ever let you stand up?”

As soon as the boy’s pupils closed, he pressed his hands on the door and wanted to close it!

“I guess he did this.” Zach blocked the door effortlessly, looking at the boy with scarlet eyes, “Tell Daniel, I have something to ask him, the phone is on the business card. “

Zac let go, and the door slammed shut.