Records of Barton’s Fantastical Events

From dusk to midnight, the southern part remained quiet, and the Indians who shuttled through the streets and lanes gradually disappeared. It may be hidden, or it may be just cautious.

For three months, the Indians who cleaned up the mess for a certain vampire who claimed to be Toledo, already knew very well that this vampire liked to act in the night.

Perhaps the Indians can question Toredo’s identity with this behavior pattern that does not fit Toredo, but no one will deny that Nightfall is the home of vampires. There is nothing wrong with being cautious.

The back alley of a bar seems to be the back door of the cellar. Ian opened the door, revealing a silhouette in the night.

In the cellar, the man with a scar on his chin, Skull of [skull bone], pursed his mouth, “Are you going out.”

Ian did not Answered, walking onto the street, seemingly not wanting to be too rude, “Thank you for providing… a place to rest.”

Skauer frowned, “Nothing, you killed the’General”s men. Im just expressing my gratitude for providing convenience to the enemys enemies.”

In the story 13 years later, we already know that the opposition between the’General’ and Skauer is getting better and better. Far away, at this moment, dont be surprised by such words.

“But, what the hell are you…” Skall frowned, turned his eyes away, and shut his mouth. Skower regretted asking, he didn’t want to know. The ninth corpse that Patrol Coulson tried to report was the’murder’ that he accidentally witnessed at dusk. He didn’t want to be like that.

But Ian still answered, with a hint of self-deprecating, “Vampire. Red eyes, sharp teeth, claws, that’s it.” Self-deprecating is that Ian didn’t say he was Torrido anymore.

Skauers mouth twitches. This explanation is meaningless. He has seen his teeth and claws with his own eyes. He still doesnt understand what a so-called “vampire” is. But, we know that in the future, someone (Zach) When introducing himself in the same way, Skauer had a template.

The back door of the cellar was closed, and Ian walked out of the street, walking to a certain alley seeming to know his purpose.

Ian frowned, as if in a bad mood. Because he didn’t know why he had to go in that direction. Maybe it’s just that it is easier to spend the long night with a personal company.

But still, “Why are you here again, don’t say you are locked out of the house again.” Ian looked at the boy Bu Laien in the alley and spoke impatiently.

“No!” Bu Laien didn’t care about Ian’s disgusting tone, “I ran out by myself.”

Ian ignored Bu Laien, leaning against the alley wall, completely Hidden in the shadows, watching the street. The vampire is waiting for its prey.

It is different from Dusk, who tried to act in the sun without the guidance of his father, but almost burned himself to death, and had to add food. This time it was a dinner.

In the dark shadow, two red spots appeared, and food appeared.

Everyone thinks that people living in the southern part should live more cautiously when corpses are constantly appearing and the police do not act at all. But the truth is not. This is the southern part of the dark side of Barton society. On the street at midnight, there will always be such a person walking alone to provide food for vampires.

Ian who was about to turn into a gray shadow, rushed towards the prey, feeling that his clothes were caught by someone, “Dont want him.”

Ian frowned, with sharp fingertips Fingers gripped the small hand that was holding his back swing, took it away, ready to ignore it.

“He is the big brother of a member of my coaching team, and his father is gone on the battlefield. He hasn’t bullied me. Let’s change someone.” Bu Laien still finished what he wanted to say .

Ian pursed his mouth, the corners of his mouth twitched, and the redness in his eyes disappeared.

This is not a good habit. Bu Laien appears as an absolute weak, the only thing he can move freely in front of Ian is his mouth. In the past few days, Ian has been willing and unwilling to listen to Bu Laien talking too much-school, war, psychological counseling, bullying, mother……

Ian doesnt care about Bu Laiens words Most of the content, but there is a point, Ian can never ignore, can not escape-the war is still going on, the dead or alive soldiers on the battlefield!

It should be time for us to recognize something important. When Bu Laien’don’t’ let Ian attack the person who is gradually walking away, his intention was’I haven’t bullied me.’ But for Ian, it was the previous sentence, “No more on the battlefield.” This is a coincidence, but it continues to happen, accumulate, and go further and further.

“That person.” Bu Laien pointed to someone in the distance who was leaning on the street lamp. “Every time he saw me, he called me the son of a scumbag. He said my father was People who were afraid of the southern part, fled weakly, and fled to the war, thinking that taking a broken gun given by the army no longer need to be afraid, but they still died on the battlefield. Such a foolish and useless person is not worthy of taking purple Hearts…”

Ian has already charged ahead, and the red and gray shadows are stretched under the night. Look, coincidences are accumulating, and certain illusions are growing in the minds of immature male children.

In a certain alley two streets apart, in the shadow of black, a few tentacles protruded, and the childish voice was the shadow man Wander, “found it.”

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“Lead the way.” Sibera commanded without any expression, the Indian man “shooter” behind him followed, and the weapon from his waist was also taken out, checking the insurance and the magazine. He is good at far It’s always right to prepare for a distance attack.

“But…” The tentacles buried in the shadow did not seem to be moving. “There is a civilian with him.”

“Then hurry up.” Silk Bella frowned, urging impatiently, “It is not good for us to let him add food again.” What a realistic consideration, but unfortunately, the civilians Wander said were not vampire food, but Bu Laien.

“Well…” The tentacles in the shadow are a bit twisted and entangled, “He is already eating, the civilian, it seems that it is not his food reserve, well, he is a male child…”

You may be wondering why Wandell said so hesitating, the reason is as follows.

“What boy?” Sibera looked towards the shadow man in the shadow, frowning and asking.

“It’s just ordinary male children. It seems that they are very friendly to each other, just like the former Ravenge…”

After a short silence, Sibera returned In the alley, he tightened the shawl on his shoulders, “stare at them.”

Wander in the shadow received the instruction, and the twisted tentacles retracted into the shadow, and the dark dark shadow pressed against the building. The shadow wandered and disappeared.