Records of Barton’s Fantastical Events

Driving on Highway 27, James turned the steering wheel and stared at the deflection road in front of him. It is hard to say how he feels now.

The self-blame for Georgina being kidnapped is not at all reduced, but at least it will not make him lose the ability to think rationally. The hunt for Robert has entered the same process as the missing person, except for waiting or waiting. And from Crowley, James knew that he could ignore the possibility of Robert being discovered by the police.

James used his intellect, as Zac expected, for a whole night to think about what happened around him recently. He tried his best to separate Emilia’s case from his Georgina, but he obviously failed. The two were still entangled together, which gave him new ideas.

He can already realize that he can’t get rid of Grande. This is a character relationship. If he finds a case related to a foreign race, he will do everything possible to intervene, and as long as he intervenes, he wont have to accidentally meet a vampire…

So there is no need to destroy himself and himself because of temporary anger. Grande is related, either he squeezed Grande out of the incident, or Grande squeezed him out. The result is what happened in Barton recently, everything is going in an unsatisfactory direction because of their mutual targeting.

But what Zach said in the end was also right. James himself found out that he would never have a good tone for vampires. He just couldn’t calm down to this vampire who likes to interfere and influence other people’s lives. He just maintains a prejudice against foreign races.

Vampires will not stop pointing fingers at others and stop affecting Bartons future just because they are a civilian.

There is nothing wrong with this. Is it to force humans to trust people who are stronger than themselves and who occasionally treat humans as food, and let them control it? Is it to force the alien races who have the ability to influence the life trajectory of others and the ability to reverse their destiny to stay at home and drink sheep blood every day?

This is impossible, life is not a stone.

The relationship between James and Grande began with the use of mutual cooperation. Zach did not want foreigners to use Barton as their own table. James needed to get his identity back.

Its good to keep this relationship like this. The strong must accommodate the perception of the weak, and the weak must be vigilant against the strong. Both parties are in a state of frustration, not at all, whoever takes advantage, if any, is the city that both parties are escorting together.

James put out a long breath in the car and drove in the direction of Weisss house.

Actually, James has already been to the Southern District today, but he has stayed with Weiss.

James was given a private leave by the police, and he was given time to sort out his emotions. Who would have thought that the detective who just broke up went to his ex-girlfriend’s house to save his feelings, only to find that his girlfriend Qian was kidnapped (James himself was the one who reported the case).

When the gossip about the general’s son was not going well during this time, when colleagues in the police station were talking about it, James didn’t have to have trouble with himself and took the vacation. He needs a good adjustment to get back together. And nothing can be adjusted better than mixing with your old friend.

James warning to Zach not to approach Wes was not a purely unreasonable request, because in the process of chatting with Wes, he couldnt help but notice some details-Wei Si often mentioned Grande.

“Seriously, I think Grande is very nice. The few people are friendly and enthusiastic. I don’t understand, why do you reject them so much…”

The scholar took this as a danger signal.

James stopped the car, and the two ran up the front porch. He pulled the handle directly with his hands, and then he locked it. James frowned, stepped back two steps, and looked up and down the door.

A note was inserted in the crack of the door, and James bent over to pick it up.

“Waiting for too long, I was summoned by the bureau. The key is pressed under the stone under the front porch. I guess I won’t be able to return. I think you should go home.”

James gave a tut and folded the note casually. He knew very well that Wes was not busy, he was treated as a rookie. In the morning, he went to the Southern District Bureau and asked for someone before dragging Wes out. He went to Grande at noon. He had no plans. After staying for so long to listen to Zac’s story, the time was indeed delayed, and when he came back, Wes was actually taken away again.

James swayed impatiently on the front porch twice. Forget it, the face of the generals son and the face of the detective cant be used frequently. Its not good to arouse the resentment of the Southern District Police Chief . What James didn’t know was that it didn’t really matter. The Director of the Southern District hated Wes already.

After hesitating for a while, James didn’t plan to look for it again, or Wes came back, so he should return to the North District. The kidnapping investigation file in his hand was found by Tokowski, and he should return it sooner, so that his director would not be unhappy with him. Cases related to the police’s private persons are expressly prohibited from contacting related persons.

James made a decision, turned and walked back to his car, opened the door, and was about to go back.

“Hi! young man!” A strange voice came. James turned his head and watched a middle-aged man with a backpack trotting towards him under the sun.

“Hey.” James confirmed that the other party was calling himself, took off his sunglasses, and leaned against the car door to look at the people who came, “What’s the matter?”

Man A mature and handsome face was soaked with sweat and greasy. He grinned, hand-handling his unbuttoned shirt collar and incited him, and approached James, “Hi! I finally saw one. People!”

James looked around. Except for Weisss house, the surrounding area was empty, so he could only see another family from far away. This is normal in the Southern District.

James didn’t answer the conversation, and raised his chin to signal the other party to speak quickly.

The man smiled, his arms raised to wipe off the sweat from his forehead, not at all minding James attitude. Finally, the joy of finding a living person in this remote place is more than anything else. He took out something like a business card, consciously not letting his sweat-stained arm lean against James.

“I want to go to this place.” He explained with a smile, “I seem to have taken the wrong stop. I waited for a while and didn’t wait for a new bus (Southern bus, every half an hour, Eleven volumes.) I thought I could find it, but I got lost.”

James turned his head to the side and looked at the [Grand Funeral House] and Zachary Glen on the card. De, don’t know what to say for a while.

“haha.” The man laughed at himself, but he seemed to be in a good mood. I don’t know how long he had been around. “I know, it sounds stupid for an adult to get lost, but I Once here.” He looked at James looking forwardly, “Now, I have been around here for almost two hours. I really need someone to help me show the way.”

James looked away from the business card and looked towards all around. He didn’t know what he was looking at, he just didn’t want to look at the name of the vampire for a while.

“Oh!” The man’s tone sank, he would be wrong, “Are you not familiar with this place?” He took it back and understood, smiled and waved to James, “Don’t mind. I’ll find someone again.” The man has already begun to look all around, and back a little, “Thank you anyway.”

“Wait.” James brought back his sunglasses, behind the black lenses, He frowned and looked at the man quickly, “You, are you a backpacker?”

The reason for asking is that Grande is on the west of Highway 27, and James is on the east. Do backpackers have no basic sense of direction?

The man’s pace of leaving stopped. He didn’t seem to mind chatting with strangers. He walked over again, waved, and said with a smile, “No, it’s just a guy who can’t afford a car.”

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But in James’ eyes, the other party just didn’t go around the rearview mirror so that he could see the other side’s reflection!

James leaned on the door of the car with one hand, with one hand already hanging down, shaking at his waist.

“Your accent, you are not from the East.” James raised his chin, letting the other person’s eyes catch his face, “The first time you come to Barton?”

The man reluctantly laughed, nodded, “Yes, people from Central China, just arrived today, this is the first time.”

“This is the first time to come to Barton.” James repeated, his hands were already clasped On his own holster, Zach just told him that the hunter arrived today, but Zach made it very clear that it was an Indian hunter team, because the level of the demon sent by Crowley was not low. The hostages must also be heavyweights!

The man in front of him is not an Indian, but he comes at the same time. James pursed his lips, “When I come to Barton, I will find a funeral home.” This is the most suspicious place.

The tone is a statement, but the man apparently took this as a question. He seemed to hesitate, wiped some slightly red eyelids, rubbed his chin, un’ed, ” Well, I’m looking for someone.”

“Looking for Grande?” James continued to ask.

The man’s face turned weird, “Well.” He didn’t seem to want to talk to James anymore, frowned, turned his body sideways, and pointed his thumb at a distant house. She said, “I think, I should go there and see…”

James is already very sure that this man has a problem! He is a police detective, and he can clearly see that someone is avoiding the topic! James extends the hand, seemingly just wanting to pat the other party’s sweaty arm casually.

The man moved his arms, avoided, and said with a smile, “It’s all sweat.” He raised his hand to James, and finally signaled, “Thank you anyway, I’m leaving. Now.”

“Stop!” James suddenly shouted.

The man was taken aback and turned around, looking confused, “Uh, and…” His arm was already caught.

James has already bypassed the car door, stepped in front of the man, grabbed the opponent’s arm, and stared at the opponent’s sweaty arm with his white fingers, hot.

“You…” As soon as the man uttered a word in surprise, James grabbed him, pushed down on the car door, and faced the rearview mirror.

There is a shadow.

James was stunned, fly into a rage out of humiliation, “Barton Police Station! Who are you!”