Records of Barton’s Fantastical Events

In the white space, there is only a small whistling noise in the ventilation window close to the ceiling, as if something is moving along the airflow.

This is still in Quinn Manor, but this is a certain room, a room that all servants, including Mrs. Quinn’s caregiver Amanda, don’t want to approach. It’s Porch’s room.

But it just means staying away. The owner of the room still has the surname of’Quin’. No one dared to think,’That lunatic is inside’. come out.

Go back to this white room. Dont get me wrong. In the deviation Indian culture that Mrs. Quinn is keen on, white not at all has any special meaning, so the white in this room does not represent the aesthetics of the owner of Quinns Manor, but it is aimed at Boch Quinn. This is a personal customization.

Yes, Mrs. Quinn copied the closed wards, prisons, and confinement rooms of the nursing home… whatever you want, and copied one in Quinns Manor, specifically for Porch. The only difference may be that it is bigger, which is really intentional.

Porch, who only has a white shirt on his body, eyes opened on the generous bed, frowning first. He is hungry.

I didn’t get up, and my bare feet stepped directly on the thick soft wall beside the bed. I felt something was touched. The low Wireless Electronics noise came from the wall.

“I’m hungry.” After speaking, Porch let go and turned over on the bed.

“Young Masters lunch time has passed…”

Turn it back, kicking on the wall with his bare feet, “I’m hungry!” Porch shouted impatiently One sentence.

“Okay, okay…”

When Porch moved his feet again and was about to roll over and continue to lie down, in the white space, a group was incompatible with the surroundings The dark red in midair crossed, and I dont know what it is, this thing was sprayed out of the ventilation window.

Porch, the only living creature in the white space, is hard not to be attracted by this conspicuous thing. He tugged at the corner of his mouth, sat up on the bed, and watched the dark red ball-shaped thing. It hits the soft wall cushion on the wall, spreads out the adhesive, and squirts slightly.

Porch looked at it for a while, and sipped, heaven knows what this is. He moved his body impatiently on the bed, useless his feet, slapped the place where he had just stepped on, and heard the muffled Wireless Electronics noise, said, “There is something disgusting…”

Porch’s body suddenly stiffened. In the aftermath, the dark red thing clinging to the wall twitched, and then it rippled against the wall like a lake dripping into it!

Porch has no time to think about anything. The white walls are divided by dark red, like blood-colored satin, and the dark red things sticking to the walls are swimming on the walls like life! Stopped in front of Porch!

“Young Master? What else is there to order?” The voice behind the wall seemed puzzled when only half of what was said, and began to ask.

But Poch could not answer, even if he wanted to. Porch pressed his hand on the wall mat, full of creeping, warm and sticky touch! Yes, the dark red thing rippling in front of him soaked his palm and cut off his pressure.

“Shh~”

It seems to be the sound coming from this group of dark things. Poch’s eyes gradually widened.

The eyes are the only thing Porch can move at this time, because the dark red thing spread out on the wall is shrinking, no, it’s not at all shrinking, it’s just shifting!

The dark red silk thread crossed Pochs soaked palm, and the tree-shaped branch line extended to the back of his hand, pierced his wrist, and climbed up his arm… The skin under Pochs white shirt was darkly red. cloth!

When there is no more dark red thing on the wall, Boqi’s pupils closed, and the line on the skin instantly disappeared under the skin! He twitched and fell to one side.

“Young Master? Young Master? Young Master? Er.” Please give this servant who is not expected to appear with a blank eye.

There is no sound.

Take advantage of the time Poch is on the ground, leave him alone for now, it is necessary to explain the current situation.

In Quinn Manor, Quinn and Mrs. Barton were sitting in the reception room indifferently, listening to Emilia talk about her plan for the shelter. On the small balcony in front of the atrium, Zach was using the need for space as an excuse to temporarily evade Smith, telling Nuo what really happened, and Boyson’s true identity as an Indian wizard.

This may be something that everyone cares about. Next, lets take a look at things that everyone doesnt care much about. Dont forget Poch Young Master said he is hungry.

On the first floor of Quinn Manor, on the side of the main hall, in the kitchen of the side hall, a steward-like person is holding a thick record book, and the bottom one says this , “4:43, food.” Corresponding to the top description of the record, which means time and requirements.

This record is not finished yet.

Steward, holding the record book back and forth in the busy kitchen, continue to record, “Steak, Peister Meat. Cabbage leaves, Wayne Farmer…” Everyone knows what it means, not much said.

Do you think this is over? not yet.

Steward took a look at the chefs who were processing the ingredients, calmly recorded everyones name and the processing part, and then sat down at the table on the side of the kitchen. He still needs to wait, just with everyone As expected, he also records all the details of placing plates, delivering meals, collecting utensils, and all the details of the whole process.

Fortunately, Steward is not alone. During this whole process, a man in formal wear accompanied him with a serious face.

Well, this is just to illustrate one thing, to prove that Mrs. Barton will be angry because Zach questioned the security of Quinn Manor for a reason. Boqi really has no chance to have contact with the outside world, right! It is even more impossible to contact gray professionals!

Go back to the white room.

Porch twitched on the soft and thickly padded floor. He slowly got up and blinked, “Bo, Boyson…” He opened his mouth to the empty white space. , Said such a sentence.

Someone responded, “Ah!”

This voice didnt actually appear in the room, but in Boqis mind, “Im so touched. Quinn Young Master still remembers me!”

Porch looked at the white space left and right, walked a few steps back and forth, seemingly looking for the source of the sound. But soon, he gave up.

“Huh?” The voice in his head resounded again, “As an ordinary person, you seem to be very calm.”

After a short silence, Poch sat back silently On the bed, “Have you not heard that I am not an ordinary person, I am a madman.”

Porch lay down, rolled over and put on a comfortable posture, muttering in a low voice, “hmph, I Probably just having some hallucinations, talking to himself.” It seems that when the food he requested arrives, he won’t move anymore.

“hahaha!” The voice in his head laughed loudly, “Trust me, you are not crazy. But I have a lot of crazy things I want to share with you, do you want to hear it?”

Porch tugged at the corner of his mouth, sat up, and pressed a touch on the wall again. When the noise of Wireless Electronics appeared, the Quinn Young Master said coldly, “Give me medicine.”