The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

In the kitchen of the Grand House, Louise fiddled with the desk. August 1 ■ Chinese ▲ Wen Wang www.81zw.com? Because Lola advanced the trip, and Louise promised to send soup to the nuns in the Church of the Son, so she stayed in Grande to accompany Zac.

"Is the nun okay?" Although Zack doesn't need lunch, Grande also has the old Hank and the Great Dane. The two guys are not small guys, so he also helps in the kitchen and chats casually.

"Fortunately, I might have been a bit tired recently, just take a few days off." Louise blinked, not sure what he said, "Is this right?"

Zac smiled and put the cut potatoes on the desk, and picked up one to continue. "Hopefully, Crowley is not so eager."

Louise stirred the spoon in her hand, and she was a little curious about the name that suddenly appeared in the Grand House. "Crowley, eh. What is she like ... eh, man?"

Zac seemed to be intrigued. He placed the potato in front of his eyes, squinted, stared at a small dark spot on the potato skin, and carefully carved it with a knife. "This is also what we want to do clearly."

"Then are we in a state of not disturbing each other now?" Louise wisely avoided the uncertain question and asked what was really relevant to Grande.

Zac nodded. "Yes." A dark color that didn't match the skin color was puffed up, and the vampire's superb 'trick' didn't hurt a bit of potatoes. Zac smiled with satisfaction, "The time is too short now, neither of us understand each other, and the coexistence agreement. We are not yet ready for how to‘ cope ’with each other.”

Louise looked up at Zac, and the corners of her pursed lips were slightly bent, with a strange-ambiguous look, "So now it's your honeymoon."

Zac put down the perfect potato, looked at the woman who had been given the right to choose, and shook his head with a smile, "You can say that."

In Louise's eyes, there was a hint of ambiguity, and a hint of grievance, "I'm angry."

With a smile in his eyes, Zac looked at Louise, "You are going to use this analogy.? ★ Bayi ★ Zhong? Wen Wang www.81zw.com?"

Louise turned his head to the side, still maintaining his expression, and stopped talking. There was a flash of light in Zac's away eyes. In this light, the praise of Louise accounted for most of it.

One night after the two met, Zack admitted that he was a fan of Louise, and still is. This beautiful woman is always able to maintain balance on the wire on the cliff.

She is human, a human who lives in Grande and has nothing special. When she was doing ‘inquiry’ of Grande ’s aliens, you heard it was ‘not allowed to be ambiguous with other women! ‘Such information.

The remaining half is Zac's patience that is gradually disappearing. Because of the misguided ‘coexistence agreement’, they had to spend this time and no one wanted a honeymoon. In the time period when Crowley has not found the container, the best time to suppress the devil is over.

Zac has no way to deal with this. He needs an event, or that both parties need an event. As the honeymoon ends, the two parties ’‘ feelings ’move towards the beginning of the next stage.

After lunch, Louise took the packed soup and sent it to the Western Church of the Son. She planned to stay there at noon, and then went to the cemetery and Zac to meet with the priest who presided over the burial ceremony.

The tomb-moving craze has begun to subside, especially during the period when the church is closed for maintenance, the arrangement is compact, the Grand House can perform four rituals a day, and many more people have repeated this because of this matter. The change has worn away patience and chose cremation.

Mrs. Quinn ’s time is very accurate, and she just caught the tail of the boom. Although the reporters are very excited, if you have been reading in the newspaper for two weeks, ‘someone moved the grave to a certain place Somewhere 'such news. Looking at Mrs. Quinn ’s tomb together, I just feel, ‘Oh, Mrs. Quinn did the same. ’

On the "Grand Schedule" mastered by Louise, the burial ceremony this afternoon is the last one. According to the normal business level of the Grand House, it is estimated that the future life will be the same as the daily holiday. Bayi? ■? Chinese? Www.81zw.com?

The phone rang, it was the phone on Louise's desk, and Zac took the wine glass to the parlor, Louise's desk. The table was bonsaid by Louise, which actually surrounded an independent space by the environment. Zac was in a good mood, and one day the idea of ​​really preparing an office for Louise flashed.

Zac answered the phone.

"Hey! Grand! Do you have time!"

Zac heard a voice from the man in his fifties and smiled.

"Prince Vincent, there will always be time for you."

"Haha! Grande, you have been very good lately! I don't know if you are interested in working with our poor partners again!"

"Of course." Zac took a sip of wine. More than two months ago, this was one of Zac's only two stable customers-the prison.

"This is a great relief!" The receiver's sigh of relief came from the receiver. "Now we can continue to save a lot of money! Improve the food for the prisoners!"

Zac's eyes narrowed, how much money can be saved for a minimum funeral! As for food, hehe. But Zac just thought that this guy's unabashed greed was direct enough, which was good for the previous Grand House.

Because the funeral industry at that time belonged to the municipal government, the Grand House was actually a seclusion! They need a stable partner on the bright side, and the warden directly likes Grand, who actually survived from the City Hall's appropriation. Grand is not interested in the money he paid, all he needs is a name That's it.

"Superintendent, you don't need to call in person, just ask someone to say something." Zack smiled, and didn't follow the ridiculous explanation.

"How does this work!" The other party's voice increased, "You have changed the phone, I haven't called yet! I must call it myself! Warm up!"

Zac smiled and shook his head. If he didn't know the truth, he would be completely confused by the other party's words, thinking he was a bold person. We all know that it is easiest to pretend to be the opposite of yourself.

"Warden, is it still the same? Tell us the time, we can just drag ourselves?"

"Ah! Not this!" The other party's background sound is a little messy, and there seems to be a sound of files flipping, "Uh, there is this, don't urge me!"

Zac was speechless, who urged him.

"This is the case. The documents of the municipal government suddenly came down in the morning and said that it was because of the privatization of the funeral. We asked us to determine a stable cooperative funeral home and sign it by contract! I thought of you the first time!

Zac's lips were leaning against the transparent cup wall, and the other party actually had to save a lot of money this time.

"You already said yes! You can't regret it!" There was a sound from the receiver.

Zac raised an eyebrow, "Of course not. The warden needs a meeting, or do we meet to discuss this kind of things in detail?"

"It's too much trouble. I'll send you the contract. You sign it and send it back!" Said the receiver.

"Yes." Zac doesn't matter, just like the cooperation between the Mill and the Patton South District Police, he also didn't pay attention to the content of the contract.

Although the targets of the contract are police stations and prisons, in fact, the real gold owners are the municipal government, and these are all agencies under the jurisdiction of the Patton municipal government. Most of the content of the contract was confirmed by Anthony. So Zac doesn't really need to care much, just make a phone call to confirm this with Anthony.

After hanging up the phone, Zac returned to the office and called Anthony.

"Anthony." The voice in the earpiece was still chewing food. Zac was on Anthony's private line. No one who knew this number would comment on the mayor's behavior while answering the phone and eating.

"It's me, Anthony." Zach didn't talk much, and his conversations with Anthony were usually very direct. "I received a call from the Warden of Barton Prison to cooperate with the funeral home. Is this all about it?

"Well." Anthony murmured, and then chewed quickly. "This is just an idea. I want you to master those souls that will definitely go to hell, and then use ..."

Before Anthony finished speaking, Zac raised an eyebrow. "Oh-" He lengthened his voice. The vampire really did n’t think about this. Compared with the recent sudden work, the presence of prison traffic is too low.

"Oh Anthony! What would I do without you." Not long ago, Zac wanted to move the relationship between Grande and Crowley to the next stage, and now this advancement event has reached Grande's hands.

"Uh, don't be too happy." Anthony heard Zac had thought of it, obviously relaxed, and the sound of eating was heard again in the receiver, "You still have a lot of things to do, don't go to the center. The guy is making trouble. "

"Well, it won't." Zack nodded with a smile, it seemed that he still had to visit Vincent once.

"One more thing." Anthony's voice was a little puzzled, leaving a strange pause, and the crisp vegetables were chewed into Zac's ear. At this time, Zac had some time to think, "Anthony finally began to pay attention to his health, not bad."

"Yesterday, Crowley was here." Anthony organized the language. "There was no progress, but something happened when she was leaving. She said that one of her men was dead."

"Oh." Zack smiled. "James finally used it."

"You didn't understand." Anthony didn't know what funny things came to mind, with a smile in his tone, he said what Crowley said to him to Zac, "Dead, the soul is gone, the real kind dead."

Zac frowned, "Dead? How did it die? Who was it?"

Three consecutive times asked Anthony to confirm that Zac did not do it. Before hanging up the phone, "How do I know, always be careful. Killing the demon, this is no longer a small character."