The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

The phone rang and Zac glanced at the closed bedroom door and went to answer the phone.

Zac had seen the number displayed on the screen before picking up the handset. Zac knew the number and it was West's phone.

Why did the Republican God, who is in charge of discriminating authority, suddenly think of calling himself?

"Grand Funeral Home."

"My cat is dead. You don't provide animal funeral services."

Are there animal funeral services in this world? Do not! This is not the point, the point is West's cat! died? ?

"Your cat can't die." Zac said instinctively.

"It's dead and it's starting to stink. Do you have such a service? Don't waste my time."

Zac held the handset for a while, "No."

Then, the phone was hung up.

Zac still held the earpiece and was still reacting to this amazing news.

"I'm not dead." The sensitive black figure jumped onto Zac's desk.

The black cat's **** was tilted, and it lay on its side in front of Zac. "I'm testing my relationship with my owner." What is it saying? "Now the results have come out." The black cat's head on the side of the desk moved a little. "If she observes a little, she will find that the cat that smells at her home is not the same breed as me."

Zac frowned, "You killed a real cat to do this test?" Zac's focus is also quite wonderful.

"No, I picked up a stray cat that died outside." The black cat really answered.

But this answer did not make Zac's eyebrows stretch. "It's easy to pick up dead stray cats in the city of Barton?" The focus is still weird.

The black cat answered again, "It's very easy, as long as you know where to pick it up."

"Where?" This weird focus seems to be overwhelming.

"Non-recyclable garbage disposal station." Black Cat answered again.

"How do you know this ... uncomfortable knowledge?" Zac looked at the black cat and suddenly understood that the black cat used to choose the owner seriously, and, uh, the white cat's face was rubbing his face to Grande. Cause.

The black cat's head lifted, "Because I am playing a cat in this world ~ Just like you are playing a human ~ In your knowledge reserve, don't you have the knowledge of where to pick up human corpses ~"

Uh ... This troublesome analogy is so real.

Zac shook his head and adjusted his emotions. "What are you doing here?" The answer must not be 'I need a new owner'. Zac doesn't want to keep cats. Grande's pet quota is still being awarded by the Great Dane. Accounted for.

The cat's head was back on the table, lying lazily in front of Zac, and also lazily replied, "I guess who she will look for when I think I'm dead." The paw rubbed on his face and licked it by the way. "I guessed right, she found a ridiculous reason to inform you of my death. Asked that the vampire-run human funeral home does not handle cat burials? Ha ha, she is so cute ~~"

Zach didn't think it was cute, and his focus finally became normal, "Why did she notify me?"

"Why didn't she inform you?" The Black Cat asked in reply, "Because of you, she took over West's identity and became my feeder, didn't she?"

Zac doesn't like to hear this, "You are not my cat, you are not my responsibility, I have no follow-up concern about your feeding relationship, she does not need to give me feedback."

This is the truth. It is clear that the combination of West and Black Cat is a profit transaction. Black Cat gives West Lord the knowledge of the world, and West maintains food and living environment for Black Cat in this world. Zac is just a ‘platform’, a platform that allows this transaction to come out. The platform is not the two parties to the transaction, and Zac does not need to know any progress of this transaction.

"To be reasonable, to tell her, don't tell me ~" The black cat's body was bowed, it was a lazy waist, and it stood up. "Where is my white friend ~ It should be very excited to have a friend to stay with it ~"

Wait a minute, does this black cat think Grand is raising white cats? And, does it think it can rely on Grandry?

Such dangerous thoughts can be pinched off early, "Your white friend does not live in Grande."

The black cat's tail swayed from side to side, and the pupils in his eyes formed a line, probably because of the lighting of the window behind Zach, "So where does it live?"

"How could I know." Zac raised his arms and looked at the black cat deliberately. Never let the other party have delusions!

The pupils erected in a line contracted again, and the black cat stepped up, seeming to want to get closer to Zac and do something. It was unsuccessful--

Annabel appeared suddenly, her face excited, "Another cat ~~"

"Meow !!"

When the black cat howled, Annabel had picked up her neck and stuffed it into her arms, "Black ~"

The black cat was struggling, "Fan Zhuo! Let me go !!"

Zac raised his eyebrows and was only surprised for a moment by the black cat's struggling behavior-remember how the black cat became a poor creature constantly wearing in the future, present, and past. It was because he tried a gun on the 'Walter' made by Papa at midnight. What does ‘Walter’ come from? By the way, it came from the complete body blood of Fan Zhuo before he was demoted.

If we trace the origin of the Lord ’s faith today, everything will collapse from that moment!

Fanzhuo's blood is the original sin of the Lord in this world!

"Don't struggle ~ little cute ~" Annabel has walked out of the office, "I will take you to see your white friend ~~"

"Meow ..."

The sound drifted away. Zac shook his head, not knowing how to evaluate. The white cat ... really has no expectations for the faith of the Lord in this world. Is n’t it? In the past, we only thought that the white cat chose Annabel because it was convenient for him to take things from this world that still belong to the faith of the Lord to the newly created world of the Lord, out of the dog blood relationship between Annabell and Zac. Now, we can realize that the fact that the white cat chose Annabel Fanjo is the attitude of the white cat. The Zmirchish death is reborn, no, this is to give up the death.

Zac couldn't think much. A door opening sounded in the corridor, Harvey's head protruded out of the door, and he and Zac in the office immediately completed an eye contact.

Then, Harvey lowered his head and quickly walked out of Grand's master bedroom, quickly walking towards the stairs.

Pretending not to meet Zac?

Zac stood up from behind his desk and quickly left the office. Before Harvey successfully got downstairs, he blocked the way. "Are you going?" Is a question.

Both men knew that their ‘discussion’ did not reach a result yesterday.

Harvey didn't look at Zac. "Yes, I'm leaving. Now I don't want to see your face again." It means that it is impossible to talk now.

Zac pouted, does anyone want to see Toledo's skin? This was the first time, but it didn't matter anymore. Yesterday, when I looked at it for a long time, Harvey had printed Zac's skin in his head.

Zac gave way, "You know where to find me." Enough.

Harvey did not respond, lowered his head down the stairs, and quickly walked out of the stairwell to leave Grande.

The mother and son coming out of the restaurant, Nana, "Who is that stranger? Was it the one who slept in Uncle Grande's room yesterday? Why did he walk so hurriedly?" On the speed of the child's question.

"That's shame, Nana, look good. This is the shame that some adults have to go through after making the wrong life choice. The most typical is this, the wrong decision is made at night, and then the second The morning is ashamed to face, and I can only escape from the scene in shame. Nana, promise me, you must not become like this. "

Zac, on the stairs, watched Lily cast a mocking look, "Are you serious? Is this the material you used to educate your daughter?" And Zac once wanted to exchange educational ideas with Lily ...

Lily, "Yes, do you have an opinion?"

Zac ... opened his mouth and then closed. No opinion, this is indeed the perfect educational material. Lily, how about it ~