Records of Barton’s Fantastical Events

In the old Hardys house, a square table was suddenly added to the space on the first floor. It was pressed on the spread carpet and stuck in the place near the aisle behind the living room. Old Hardy snorted, “What a good thing you did!”

Zach twitched his lips and didn’t intend to explain. The implementation of the Grande rules facilitated this moment. As for Old Yu, what Hardy thinks, let him go!

Old Hardy didn’t get Zach’s response, and pushed open the door to the basement, pulling at the corner of his mouth irritably. As a gray professional, he couldn’t force Zac to answer, and he was helpless, “What about the other person? Why are you the only one?”

Of course Zach would not answer, but instead asked with a smile “How about a few Little Brats?”

Old Hardy snorted heavily, “Born away early!” There was a lot of holes in the house, and asked the guy who was in a coma in the backyard, he didnt know anything. With a confused face, he said why he was lying on the ground just to get a drink. In this case, there are ghosts without driving people away.

Old Hardy glanced at Zach again, snorted, and glanced irritably at the messy basement, “Have you all checked?”

“Found something interesting .” Zach got up a little sorry. When I left, I was worried that Alpha was out of control again and was too hurried. Now I am back in this basement again. The debris in the first half has been completely scrapped and scattered everywhere. The second half of Woodys residence lies on a twisted metal bed. In the same place, the already miserable living space became even more miserable.

Zac shook his head, ignoring the unnecessary guilt for now, “I hope you tell the source of those things.”

“hmph, what.” Old Hardy shook his head , Seemingly a helpless expression, “Are you asking about the poison-products or the collected blood bottles?”

Zach looked at old Hardy, this old man should know something, and thought about it. Decided to start from the beginning, “Lets talk about how you discovered Woodys disappearance.”

“Four consecutive days.” Old Hardy frowned and answered innocently, “I was sleeping at night. I haven’t been woken up by this kid, what do you mean!”

Zach twitched his lips, “I need more.”

The twisted and collapsed metal bedside was taken out by Benjamin before The barrel that came has been knocked over, and black-gray ashes are scattered around. Old Hardy pointed to Ashes, “Do you know what that is?”

Zac shook his head, waiting for explanation.

Old Hardy twitched his lips, snortted in disgust, “I promised to give this kid a place to live! I didn’t promise to let him make this his home!”

Zach did not speak, there must be a follow-up to this inexplicable complaint, don’t worry.

“One day, I actually found that there was a mail parcel addressed to this kid in my mailbox!” Old Hardy said bitterly.

Zach doesnt quite understand the starting point of this complaint, “Is there any problem? He lives here, this is his address.”

“Of course!” Old Ha Di’s hand circled in the basement, “He has no address!” Then he lifted his hand up, “He is not qualified to treat these things as his own! These all are mine! Not his! He can’t just move!”

Zac pursed his mouth and shook his head. He didnt want to argue about this issue. If this scene happened between a couple who broke up, it would make sense to argue about the ownership of the email. In a pair of grandparents, Zach understands incompetence.

Zach waved his hand. “Are you telling me that these burnt items are mail?” Zach paused, “Tell me, did you peek Woody’s mail?”

“Of course I want to watch it!” Old Hardy yelled as it should be by rights, “The things sent to my house are mine! What is peeking! Me! Its just and honourable!”

Zach waved his hand and was too lazy to argue. This is a good thing for the commissioner. “What is written on the letter? Who is the sender?”

” I said it was mail! Not only letters, but also packages!” Old Hardy glanced at Zack disgustingly, “Are you listening!”

I received a call from Old Hardy early in the morning. At the time, Zach felt that this was a difficult old man, and now this feeling is constantly being confirmed. It doesnt matter, Zach waved his hand, “What kind of package is that.”

“A bottle of blood!” Old Hardy roughly opened the intact bedside table with his feet. Now it is empty. Zach has been swept away, “It’s the blood bottles you took away!”

Zac frowned, and the feeling of not wanting to check those blood bottles became stronger and stronger. Heaven knows Where did it come from? !

“Who is the sender?”

“Ilay…”

Unfamiliar name, but I seem to have heard it somewhere. While the vampire twitched the corners of his mouth slightly, watching Old Hardy open and close his lips, he was thinking in his mind where the weak familiarity came from.

“Torredo.”

Thinking stopped.

“Eli Torrido!” Old Hardy looked at Zac’s sudden stagnant eyes, frowned, thinking that this guy was distracted, and repeated it loudly to him, “Hey! Me! Tell me if you are listening to me!”

The vampire’s eyes turned, looking at the old Hardy with an impatient expression, and the corners of his mouth curled up, “I’m listening. Continue.”

“hmph!” Old Hardy shook his head, curl one’s lip, “Say it is the lead singer of a certain ghost band or and so on! Anyway, I never understand what their young people play!” He said to himself He complained, and the eyebrows twitched, “In addition to the blood bottle, there is a note saying that I like Woody’s’contribution’ very much. This is a reward!”

“‘Contribution’?” Zach Raised an eyebrow, “You should be more detailed.”

“Detailed? Detailed what?!” Old Hardy glared at Zach, “How do I know what’contribution’ means! Heaven knows there. Before the email came, Woody, the ghost guy, used my address to send something to this guy named Eli!”

Zac waved his hand, “have you never asked? Will use email Sending blood, dont you think it is suspicious? After all, Woody is still living under your roof.”

“Of course I asked!” Old Hardy replied in an angry voice, “He won’t say!”

“And then?”

“hmph, and then I will start intercepting every one of his emails!”

Zac raised his eyebrows, “like this Is there a lot of emails?”

“How many bottles did you take?” Old Hardy asked back.

“A dozen bottles.” Zach not at all counted them down, but he understood what Old Hardy meant.

“More than!” Old Hardy glanced at Zach, “There are thousands and hundreds! I clean up some of them almost every few days! This situation lasted for almost two months !”

Zac opened his mouth, but didn’t want to make any inferences for now, shook the head.

Dont think Im old fogey, its useless! Old Hardy glared at Zach, Ive seen countless bloody scenes in my life! When I see broken, scattered glass The red on the bottle, I know instinctively that these things need to be’cleaned up’!”

Ha! It turned out to be professional!

“You are covering for Woody.” Zach narrowed his eyes and raised his eyebrows. “Tell me more, please.”