The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

Boom!

The door was closed, and Walter's face was poor. He stared at James in the rearview mirror. "Why is his face swollen ?!"

In the back seat of James, the tape returned to his mouth, and when Wandel saw Walter come back, he put it back again! James is more certain that this Walter has a way to restrain the filmmaker. ▼ Eight ★ One ▼ Chinese ▼ Wenwen. ww.81zw.com?

"He wants to run!" Wandel said innocently and excitedly, "but I remember your request! I have nothing to do with him! I just told him not to run!" As if he had been aggrieved. James' eyebrows can already hold three poker cards.

Walt turned around, staring at James with a complex look, silently said nothing, and turned back, took out a vial and threw it to Wandel, "Drink."

Wandel was very excited, flipping up and down with the vial, "Chapman, you are happy! You must follow the plan after I drink it, otherwise, I will kill your whole family!"

In the rearview mirror, James clearly saw a twist in Wandel's face, but Chapman did not appear after all. Wandel smiled with satisfaction, unscrewed the lid, and just took a sip, his face immediately tangled, "This thing is smelly! Walter! This thing smells! Is it really drinking?"

"Shut up! Drink it!" Walter had reinserted the key, moved, and began to turn while holding the steering wheel.

The scene in the front window starts to rotate and change. James has already distinguished this place, and now that they are driving in the direction, plus Wandell's "self-talk", James has determined their goal-Chapman's home.

"Drink!" Wandel dropped the vial and frowned. "Is it effective?" He raised his arm and sniffed on his arm. The clothes he passed were Walter, which obviously didn't fit. Chapman has a tall, strong body, and Walter is just an ordinary middle-aged man.

The taut shirt cracked softly, and the bandages from the cuffs showed through the blood, apparently the wound there was torn. But even James was present, and the pungent drugs and cover under them disappeared.

"Don't move! It works!" Walter didn't know if he was distressed about his clothes or what, and his tone was very bad. ◆ Eight ● One ?? Chinese website www.81zw.com ★ "Let Chapman come out! I want to talk to him!"

"Now?" Wandel was reluctant. "Are you here?"

Walter frowned, not speaking, he was waiting for the other party to execute the order.

"Okay." Wandel nodded helplessly. "Do I need to tie him ..."

"Shut up! I want to talk to Chapman!" Walter stared at Wandel.

Wandell's grieved grace closed his eyes.

There are no distorted facial expressions and no signs of struggling. When his eyes opened again, Chapman returned, and his face finally had an expression that matched his identity. Tired and serious.

The first thing the police officer did after regaining physical control was to turn around and look at James.

Chapman's face was guilty. "Detective Detective Lance, I ..." He reached out and tried to tear the tape from James' mouth.

James's body crooked, ducking Chapman's hand and glaring at him.

"What are you doing!" Walter growled and frowned, "Don't do anything you will regret!" Cooperating with Zac's acting, he made him feel like a fool. Walter yelled at Chapman, "Are you sick? Do you think that guy can accept your present state? In his opinion. You are a schizophrenic maniac!"

Chapman's eyes were drooping, the sorrow on his face was undisguised, and the hand reaching for James stopped trembling slightly in the air.

"Sit well!" Walter continued to yell, "Don't think about messy things! I will let the police detectives after the incident, now you say what you want to do again!"

Chapman took a last look at James, took a deep breath, shook his head, and slowly retracted his hand. Leaning on the seat, he began quietly and said, "I will go in. Then, after seeing my wife and son, say goodbye, and then come out.? ● ★ 八 ● 一 中文 网. Www.81ｚw.com ▼"

James frowned, what was he talking about?

"Very good." Walter's eyes swept in the rearview mirror. James's expression changes exactly the same as Zac's speculation! Walter pulled the corner of his mouth and pushed the vampire's annoying face into his head. "What are you going to say?"

"I ..." Chapman's eyes seemed to be tightly closed in the sand, and wrinkles in the corners of the eyes were pulled up. "I would say, I'm in danger. I need to leave the city of Barton. For example, if someone asks ... "

James moved his body because Chapman turned his head in the rearview mirror, and James lost the picture of the person in the mirror.

Behind the twitching breath, James had moved to the side of the back seat, and only Chapman's face against the window appeared in the rearview mirror.

"If someone asks ..." The voice became low and trembling, "The answer hasn't seen me."

Walter was somber, "Stop! Don't rub your tears and nose into my car!" Walter's voice suddenly increased, "Detective!" This is James.

"Detective Detective Lance!" Walter stared at Chapman's James in the rearview mirror. According to the vampire, it was time to give 'thrust'. This is when James began to fully realize that Chapman, who had died long ago, was still alive with everything he had.

"You heard it!" There was a hint of irritability in Walter's eyes. This feeling of being remotely controlled by a vampire was not good. "This madman just wants to say goodbye to his family! No one will be hurt!"

Under James' frowned frown, his eyes moved away from Chapman, who was twitching slightly all over his body, and looked in the rearview mirror at his Walter.

"I don't care how you look at the situation now." Walter's heart is more irritable. He now has a sense of frustration that he knows to be cheated but can't break through. "But this guy in front of you is about to die! Tomorrow? Or the day after tomorrow ? I do n’t know, but it ’s coming! You do n’t want to ruin this crazy guy ’s chance to say goodbye to her family! "

James's pupils contracted slightly, and he almost forgot that Chapman was going to die. Real death.

"When he says goodbye, he will leave here and leave Barton City! I will let you go!" Walter looked at the road ahead, traversing the Liszt area, and after entering Deep Bay, south, [Back Bay Community University] (evening is the night school Madison will go to, volume VII) has already appeared a silhouette.

This is already the boundary of Deep Bay, and further south, after a buffer from the middle class to the lower class community. Will enter Paisin.

Chapman's home is in this buffer zone.

Walter continued, "You can follow him, whatever you want! But I hope you remember it and wait for the farewell to end. He will change back to that evil guy! I don't want to have anything to do with that guy! What do you want? It ’s your business, do n’t touch me anymore, how? ”

Looking in the rearview mirror, James's gaze returned to Chapman, not listening to himself at all. Walter shook his head. He was lazy to manage, anyway, what he said was not true, the matter after that was already Zac's trouble! whatever!

Chapman's body stopped twitching, and he turned around again. James didn't care to listen to Walter's words, it doesn't mean he didn't hear. Chapman's red eyes swept over his sleeves. He looked at James. He seemed anxious. "Land, police. Detective."

His voice didn't seem to recover from his choked throat, with a weird pause. He took a deep breath, calmed his emotions, and looked seriously at James, who was frowning, "Don't follow me, I'm dangerous. Listen to me." He reached out and pressed James's leg, "I know you must Think I am sick, I am a lunatic ... "

James's face began to flush with suffocation, and Chapman's body stiffened unconsciously when he touched himself. It's hard to understand, James doesn't know how to face the person in front of him. Shadowman? A colleague who has done something that is not worth it? The person about to die? Anyone who has a small chance to come back?

Chapman felt James' stiffness, his wide palms lifted up, and he slowly clenched his fists, a serious hate on his serious face.

"I'm a lunatic!" Chapman stared at James. "If you follow me, I will kill you! If you dare to reveal a trace of what happened today, I will kill you!"

James closed his eyes tightly, he began to shake his head, his body began to struggle, and the mouth covered by the tape began to twist. He wanted to reverse the current situation. He has a way to bring back Chapman who has been away from the road

Because he understood, he understood what Chapman meant. The reason for not letting him follow is to protect James from being exploited by the filmmakers and not to disclose what is happening today. It is to accomplish what he should have done last night. He was killed on duty and his family was granted insurance.

Tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow, his body will be revealed. At the time of death, James will not doubt that it will meet the shooting time of last night. The medicines currently wrapped in gauze will only delay this time a little bit, and those fatal injuries that really cause death will not heal because of the shadowman's possession and these medicines.

"You know what I want! Everyone at the police station should know what I want!" Chapman glared at James with a threatening expression on his face, "If you ruin it all, I will Ruin you! "

There was a trace of sadness on James's face, and Chapman's actions were not strict. At the police station, detectives always say that the suspect with the most obvious motive is usually innocent, because the motive is too obvious, and committing a crime is a foolish act.

And Chapman fits this point. Not only is his motivation too obvious, he hasn't even concealed his actions. He made full use of Patton Police's impression of gang elements. Those in the Southeast region are the simplest rakes to transfer responsibility. If you want something big and small, push it to them, they will not resist and will not involve any interest chain!

If Chapman needed a scapegoat, he would get insurance for the crime of killing himself. Gangsters in the southeast that no one loves are the most suitable people!

Explain to all citizens of Barton City that the police officers committed suicide framed crimes for insurance purposes, and still follow Chapman's desire. This decision was too easy to make.

"Damn it!" Walter's voice suddenly interrupted the actual "threat" in the car.

James's eyes glanced at the front window.

Damn it!

Coulson stood on the front porch of Chapman's house and rang the doorbell. (To be continued.)