Records of Barton’s Fantastical Events

Grands truck stopped in the narrow lane, and the front porch door had been pushed open. It seemed that an old man was already impatient to wait.

Hadi is as agile as Old Hank, walking quickly to the two Grand Brothers who just got off the car, looking up and down, “The wild species of Grande Old Guy?!”

It’s really rude, but reasonable enough. In this way, people of the older generation should know the real Grande very well, because according to the information forced by Old Hank, they were once partners, and they worked together to clean up and clean up on various’sites’. The close relationship allows them to have no secrets with each other.

Zac raised his arm, gestured slightly nodded in the sun, and smiled, “I am the big brother Zach, this is the younger brother Benjamin.”

Hadiyi Waved, obviously too lazy to pursue more things, and prepared to lead the two into the house, “You are so slow! Hurry up and keep up, in the basement…”

A half-aged boy and a girl pushed away Stepped out of the front porch. The female child was obviously unhappy, with a fresh and beautiful face, while the male child followed closely behind with a frown as he wanted to say something and feared to provoke him.

“Eddie!” Old Hardy roared, as full of anger as Old Hank, but he didn’t seem to be indifferent to what happened like Old Hank, and asked loudly, “What are you doing? Go!”

“Buy something!” Eddie cast a glance at the old man, and replied irritably.

“Wait!” Old Hardy asked, “What should I buy?” Little Brat doesn’t matter if he doesn’t come, come, he is the guardian, and he is responsible. You can’t let these leave. The little brats who are not in control are running around!

Eddie was entangled, Elena didn’t want to bother to go further and further. Old Hardy glanced at Grande’s two brothers with a dilemma.

Zac shrugged and pointed to the room, “You said the basement.”

Old Hardy nodded, took the key, and pulled the reluctant Eddie into his own In the car, I started and caught up with the flat-faced female child. When the female child got in the car, she drove away.

Zac glanced at the disappearing car and pushed open the front door. There is no other feeling except that the little girl has a character.

The two brothers of Grande scanned the house. It was a very ordinary home. There are various photos on the walls and tables. It seems that Old Hardy once had a big family. The bedroom on the second floor was empty except for the master bedroom, and Zach did not hear the voice of the hostess. I guess it was passed away.

There is also a Little Brat in the backyard. I dont know what to do. Zach is not very curious. He walks directly to the basement under the stairs and pushes the door open. The smell of a single young mans dormitory is damp. And musty assaults the senses. The vampire and Alpha waved their hands to drive away the uncomfortable smell.

Old Hanks description of Woody is only one sentence, That kid is a bastard. ‘

This is basically a summary of the background. In this house, which obviously only lives by Old Hardy, a basement is separated to accommodate this guy who is hated by everyone. How annoying is Woody? I hate to go to Old Hardy’s second floor, obviously there are vacancies, and I don’t want to live with him.

The entire space in the basement is divided into two parts. The place where you enter the stairs is filled with debris, and the place inside is where Zac and Benjamin are now. The middle is separated by a yellow curtain with mildew. Behind the curtain, a bed, a bedside table, a small square table, a naked-exposed washstand on the wall, and some of the pipes blocking the wall Musical instrument.

Zac asked Old Hank before he came here. Old Hadi felt he did not want the police to participate. Old Hanke was too lazy to explain it. Now Zach himself can see it.

In the basement, beside the simple metal bed with water pipes, there are mushrooms on the feet of the cabinets. Well, they are mushrooms. On the bedside table with mushrooms growing at the foot of the cabinet, there were a few pills in a small plastic bag without any cover. This is obviously not a prescription medicine.

Zuck pressed his nose with his finger, picked up the plastic packet, and shook it, “Do you think this is a Smith product?”

Benjamin took it and twitched the corner of his mouth. “Maybe.” Throwing it back on the table, scanning all around, “What are we going to see?”

Zuck pursed his lips, fiddled with the integrated player on the bedside table, this cumbersome The machine seems to integrate the functions of a radio, player, and recorder. Zach opened the cassette door, took out a black tape, and looked at the words written on the surface of the box with a marker, “‘Blood Ode’?”

Obviously it was not bought in Lexing The release album was recorded by myself.

“Let’s listen.” Benjamin raised his eyebrows and glanced at the instrument behind him. “It looks like a bassist.”

This is not good news for Zach. Among the Sects of many kinds of music, Zach doesn’t like the Sect with bass. Usually this means that there is a very provocative vent to others in the music. Yes, that’s why Zach doesn’t like rock.

The inflammatory music is considered by Zach to be abducted by hearing. Once the ear is caught by the melody, the listener is naturally instigated and infected by the emotions vented in the music. What is not kidnapping? I don’t know where this unidentified cognition comes from.

We can only think that our vampires prefer to decide their own emotions, and don’t want their emotions to be affected by his silhouette. Maybe this is the reason why he prefers the jazz without structural framework.

Zac pressed play reluctantly. Benjamin didn’t know what to watch, so he squatted down beside Zac and opened the cabinet door below.

When the sound of the first drum hammer hit, Alpha pulled away to check the vampires in other places.

“What…” Before Zach’s words were finished, Benjamin had already stepped away and let the vampire’s eyes fall directly on the neat row of red vials in the cabinet.

There is no transition. In the direct melody, Zach squatted down, frowned, took out a bottle, shook it, the viscous red liquid shook the wall of the bottle, and then smoothly Sliding down the bottle wall slowly.

Zacs finger touched the mouth of the bottle, Its well sealed, should I open it?

Its blood. Benjamin has already reached a conclusion and doesnt care. Zach pulled out the bottle in the cabinet, touched it deep, and took out a metal box.

Zach hesitated for a while, temporarily put down the vial and watched Benjamin open the box.

It is a disassembled, cleaned syringe, rubber bands, and alcohol used for disinfection.

“What is this?” Benjamin frowned. He didn’t ask what was in the box he found, but looked up at the player, looked at Zac, and pulled at the corner of his mouth. “It sounds like punk.”

Zac shrugged. He didn’t know what punk was. This was Benjamin’s category.

“But I think they are imitating Goths.” Benjamin twitched his lips, “Imitated not very well.”

In the type of music that vampires dont like, Alpha is Expert.