Records of Barton’s Fantastical Events

“Can we go eat something?”

No one spoke to anyone, the voice just appeared in Chapman’s ears directly. Chapman in the bathroom pinched the wound on his shoulder that had once again collapsed, holding a needle back and forth, and stitching to the mirror.

It should be painful, but Chapman only felt something tugging on his body, it felt like anesthesia.

“Can we go eat something?” The voice sounded again, and he seemed to be very persistent, “I haven’t eaten in more than ten years. I kind of miss the feeling of biting. Like this. “

Chapman stretched his neck forward and grabbed a not-so-clean towel.

Chapman was angry, “no! Yes! Move! Me! Body! Body!”

The Chapman in the mirror shakes his head, but is missing The mouth of a few teeth bit on the towel, and refused to let go, “Can we go to eat? Can? Can it?…”

Chapman gave up, watching with a sullen face The self in the mirror. Is that a person? No, Chapman doesn’t feel like a person. He is more like a rag bag. The skin all over his body is pale due to excessive blood loss. The vertical and horizontal wounds are stitched with cotton thread. Of course, the movement just now has opened a few cracks. It was like beef that had been soaked in water was cut open, grinning abruptly.

The sound of footsteps approached and the bathroom door was opened. Walter held the full paper bag and glanced at the cracked wound on Chapmans sturdy back. He frowned, “Let you not Fuck! Loosen my towel! Get down!” Chapman, no, Wandell loosened the towel he was biting on, walked out of the bathroom and lay down on the sofa. Chapman hates this situation of facing away from strangers. He tries to resist, but now his body is no longer under his control, he has no choice, and he doesn’t feel that he is still a person at all.

Walter took out the daily sundries in the upper layer of the paper bag, revealing the alcohol, cotton swabs, gauze underneath… squatting down next to the sofa and starting to stitch carefully.

“Walter, I want to eat.” Wandell lay on Walter’s sofa, his head sideways, bruised and small wounds squeezed by the cushion, he had a grieved expression. “I want to eat, did you buy something to eat?”

Walter twitched, “Do you want to die sooner! Your stomach, uh.” Walter frowned and talked to the shadow man. What a troublesome thing, Walt often confused who the guy in front of him is, “Chapman, your stomach is useless, you cant eat.”

But Walter already has a knack, It was Wander who looked innocent and innocent, and Chapman was who looked fierce and angry.

“When are you going to let me go!” Now it is Chapman. The wounds on his shoulder and arm are torn apart because of the tensed muscles, but there is no one holding the body But I can’t get up. Wander still controlled his limbs.

“Do you want to go?” On Walter’s irritated forehead, the veins throbbed, “Don’t get me wrong, I wish you hurry up! In fact, if you go out now, you can catch up to two The police investigating outside!”

The wound on his back cracked a few more places, and someone was obviously fighting desperately for body control.

A knock on the door sounded.

Walter quickly turned his head, his gauze hand instinctively pressed Chapman’s mouth while he was struggling, and whispered, “Wander, hide!”

The body on the sofa jumped up quickly, the patched body was very agile, swept the medical supplies on the table and hid in the bathroom.

“Barton Police Station.” The knocker urged.

Walter looked around all around, and there was nothing suspicious except for the mess. He walked to the door and opened the door, looking towards the two people at the door with a look of confusion.

The police badge flickered in front of Walter, “Barton Police Department, Detective Coulson, this is Detective Lance. We have some questions, I want to ask you. Mind if we come in?”

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Walter watched that the middle-aged detective was already looking in the probe, his gaze passed over him, and his gaze quickly swept across the room. Walter pulled up his lips, revealing half of his missing front teeth, frowning, “Mind.” Walter walked out of the room impatiently, and closed the door, “What are you asking, detective?”

The middle-aged man twitched his lips, who claims to be Detective Coulson, seems to be complaining about people’s incompatibility in this block. He looked at Walter in front of him, “Where did I see you? You look familiar. “

The impatient expression on Walter’s face became heavier and heavier, “Because I just walked by you.”

Coulson grunted awkwardly. The young, The detective named Lance also seemed impatient with his partner. He quickly raised a photo and held it in front of Walter, “We just want to ask, have you seen this person?”

“No.” Walter looked at Chapman in the police uniform in the photo and shook his head. He hoped that this was not the one he burned.

“He may look a little different.” Detective Lance (James) wrinkled and added, “He may have injuries.”

Walter curled his mouth. It’s not possible. If it wasn’t for the police uniform to be completely damaged and soaked in blood, he wouldn’t want to burn it and waste it. You know, as a professional liar, a set of police uniforms can broaden his business a lot…

“I said, I haven’t seen this guy.” Walter’s voice was full of impatience.

The two detectives glanced at each other, sighed, the residents of this area are really not very friendly. But they cannot blame them. Barton City had a good outlook when it was developed, but it turned out that there are semifinished product houses everywhere. It is normal for people living here to be hostile to all governments.

The young Detective Lance was somewhat disappointed and took out a business card, “If you find anything, please contact us. The Barton Police Department will be very grateful.” He was almost numb with these words. .

Walter took it, glanced at it, and stuffed it into his butt pocket. He still glanced at the two impatiently, “Are you okay? You can leave if you are okay.” After that, he turned and drove. The door shut the two detectives outside.

Coulson was silent for a while, shook the head, and James walked out of the front porch of the home of a man who didnt even bother to reveal his name, “We cant find anything here.” Sen was complaining, “What’s going on in this area! Even the homeless people dont cooperate!”

The homeless people in the North District only need to pay ten dollars and they are willing to say anything, although there are many homeless people here. Live in those unfinished houses, but as long as the two of them get close, they all hide away!

James frowned, and Chapman’s car stopped at the junction of north and south. There was blood stains extending south for a section of the road and then disappeared. He knows a little bit about this area, and he still comes from Ravench. When Ravench introduced the stronghold they found here to James, he once said, “This is a place where a city is not a city, and a country is not a country. In addition to the problems of Barton City itself, this place has been completely abandoned, even The southern part of the North District is not as good as it is. It is absolutely safe here.”

“We should contact the person from the South District Bureau, who knows better about it.” James made a very reasonable suggestion.

Cohen directly rejected, “What do we say? A police officer in the North District is missing?” Cohen shook his head, knowing that there would be no results, and went to the next house that seemed to be inhabited. .

“Hey! You guys!” An abrupt female voice rang, “I saw you!”

The two detectives turned their heads. They were a woman, who looked middle-aged. But her messy hair and tattered dirty sweater indicated that she was a homeless person.

“I saw you talking to that guy!” The woman shrank behind the wall, pointing a finger at the house they just visited, Walter, holding the wall with one hand, her knuckles were hardened by force. Whitish.

“What’s wrong with that guy?” Coulson raised his chin and walked towards the woman. It is rare that there is a stray woman who hasn’t run away, and he is not going to let it go. Such people usually know a lot, and they are the cheapest informants for the police.

When the woman saw the other person approaching, she trembled in fear, but not at all hid. Coulson stood at a safe distance very intimately, his tone slowed down a lot, “What’s wrong with him. You can tell us that we are the police.” Coulson shook the police badge, and then directly began to pay.

Looking at a bill of more than ten dollars, the woman’s face unexpectedly showed a look of disgust. In her heart, one hundred is enough! We all know who set this standard.

But she still took the money, and then her face became serious, but her dirty face and bloodshot eyes prevented her from taking it seriously, and she felt a little nervous.

“He is the devil!” The woman lowered her voice, maybe she thought it was so convincing, “He can summon the dead! He can talk to them!”

Sen felt a little heartbroken about his banknotes.

“How did you know?” James frowned, glanced at his partner, and asked.

“I can hear!” The woman saw someone willing to pay attention, and moved closer to the two of them. “Every midnight! I can hear him talking to them! Very small! But! I can hear it!”

James took a look at Coulson, and took out his wallet, took out a sheet of fifty dollars, and handed it to the woman. James is the son of the general, dont forget, “Did you hear anything last night?”

Fifty, the woman took it with satisfaction, “No last night. It was quiet last night, But other times he would talk to the undead! Trust me!”

James is disappointed. They haven’t seen the neurotic homeless guys. The trick these guys use is exaggeration. Usually’once’ becomes’every day’ in their mouths, and’occasionally’ becomes’often’. So James thought the other party heard something last night, and the exaggeration became every day all heard.

But this one seems to be the opposite, or she is not exaggerating to the right position. James was already lazy to say something and waved his hand, “Thank you.”

“You have to be careful!” The woman looked at the two of them, and finally added before turning and leaving, “Don’t go near There! He is the devil!”

Walter relaxed while watching the two detectives walk towards another house, standing in front of the window. This woman is really troublesome!