The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

"Damn it!" Walter clenched the steering wheel tightly. "Why didn't he leave!"

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Detective Coulson stood still on the front porch after walking out. He frowned tightly, and no one knew what he was thinking. James, who was sitting in the back seat watching his partner, had his hands tucked in his waist, and he kept grasping his chin with one hand. This is the action of Coulson when he is irritable.

Did Chapman's wife say something? James's mouth under the tape was tightly closed. He wanted to struggle and asked Chapman. But he did not dare to take any action. God knows what he did to stimulate the two guys in the front seat. Will they also tie Curson together!

Cosson stood on the front porch and shook his head vigorously, as if giving up thinking, he walked down the front porch and walked north.

Coulson's family is not too far from here. He walked for half an hour, in the back bay. The middle-aged police detective gave up his private car for the house, so he drove a car equipped with the police station. If he had a special action, he had to find another means of transportation.

These problems will never be encountered by James.

It seems that he returned home first, and after spending time with his family, he felt uncomfortable, so he decided to look here. James and Mrs. Coulson have a good relationship. I know that these two people have very good feelings and there is no taboo on the topic. 80% of Mrs. Coulson also supports Coulson to take a look. .

"Damn it, he's coming!" Walt slapped the steering wheel, and the key in his hand turned, trying to move. Coulson had seen his face, but he had no way to fool him, let alone Chapman deity and a bound James in his car.

"Don't move." Chapman's voice was calm. "His home is in this direction. He will be suspicious when you move." His hand pressed Walter's hand holding the key, pulled out the key, and bowed his head straight, curling up body. He fell to the window and seemed to be pretending to sleep.

Walter rubbed his mouth and lay directly on the steering wheel, also pretending to be asleep. ?? Bayi Chinese? ★ ★ Net. www.81zw.com?

James sat in the dark back seat. Staring, watching his partner grasping his chin, getting closer and closer to this side! The detective is really in a bad mood, irritating while walking and knocking on the roadside fence.

Coulson's figure disappeared into the front window, and James was relieved.

Two masked handprints were suddenly printed on the blackened side window. James stiffened all over, and then saw Coulson's face with his eyes wide open against the window. In the darkness, Coulson's face was darkened with black, and it was very dark.

The fingerprints and face disappeared, and James's eyes turned to the front window, looking at the figure that was about to reappear.

Coulson knocked on the front window and shouted, "Hey! Get up!"

Of course nobody in the car can move.

Coulson called again. Anxiously kicked Walter's head, the body swayed slightly, and no one was moving.

Coulson took out his pen and notebook anxiously, wrote down something, tore it, and inserted it directly into the wiper. Turned away.

After a long time.

"Did he go?" Walter's voice came.

"He's gone." Chapman returned to his posture and looked back at James, who couldn't get up between the seats and ignored it. Leaning forward, looking at the note inserted on the wiper.

Coulson left an instruction to remove paint from the windows within a limited time. The detective was in a bad mood and began to find fault everywhere.

"Damn it!" Walter stared at the note, yelling angrily.

"He should have written down your license plate number." Chapman frowned. He seemed to know Detective Coulson's 'personality' and added lightly.

Walter tensed all over, snorted, and slapped the steering wheel in front of him. Bayi Middle School ?? ▲▲ Wenwang www.81zw.com? Then turned around. Violently pulled James stuck in the seat, staring at the detective fiercely, "You have to deal with this thing! I don't want your partner to find me again! You certainly don't want to!"

James' arms and shoulders were pulled sorely, but now he could do nothing but nod. Especially when Chapman frowned at him, this was a direct threat.

James' shoulders moved slowly. Reduce the pain. At the same time, he also stared at Chapman's eyes. He wanted to tell the other party that things didn't need to be so extreme, and now there is a possibility of turning around! But the meaning in his eyes could not be conveyed. He had long admitted that he was not familiar with Chapman.

James's eyes that kept trying to convey his meaning were not over, and Chapman had turned his head to look at his home in front.

The lights in the front porch went out, and the lights in the living room went out. It seems that the owner of the house is ready to rest after making sure that the guests leave.

Chapman put it on the door handle and already had a posture to push the door off.

"Hurry up!" Walter urged, "You don't want to make Wandel impatient!"

Chapman pressed **** the handle and pushed the door open. James crashed into the front seat, and a buzzing hum came from the mouth that was just sealed, ‘you do n’t need to say goodbye! I have a way to fix these! ’, James knew that once the other party had completed this final farewell, he completely gave up all hope and was taken to the heavens by the filmmaker to know where to wait to die!

Chapman pulled the corner of his mouth, raised his elbow, and slammed into James' nose. Get off the car.

Chapman did not walk through the front door, bypassed the empty, dark driveway, stood on the back porch, and took out the keys, but these were not what James and Walter could see.

All they could see was that the light was on in the master bedroom on the second floor.

James was tightly clenched with his hands tied behind his back, and he wanted to smash something.

"I hope it doesn't take too long." Walter leaned on the back and frowned at the rearview mirror. James inside really stretched his neck and stared at the house in front from the front window. His nose had been messed up with blood stains, "Don't get in my car!" Walter pouted and turned away. As a human, he hated watching vampires play tricks, even for good deeds.

Walter's eyes began to glance left and right, and he knew where the vampire must be now. But he realized that even if he saw it, he wouldn't even notice it. Flipping his mouth gave up, moved his body, hugged his arms, relaxed on the seat, and really rested. After that, he had the task of driving Wandel away from Button.

Walter was wrong, Zac was indeed nearby, right in the lane, but not now.

"Detective Coulson!" Zack's tone was very surprised. He patted the shoulder of the detective who was grumping against a bag of scattered garbage in front of him. "Why are you here?"

Coulson looked back and looked at Zac. He still didn't know that his memory would be tampered with by the vampire again. We all know that Coulson had seen a vampire before James appeared, along with Louise, but it was erased by the enchanting pupil.

The anger on Coulson's face faded slightly, kicking aside the scrambled **** that he had stepped on, and grinned reluctantly, "It's you. James?"

Knowing that the other party was investigating the same thing as himself, Coulson spoke directly, "He didn't return my call. Where is he?"

"Oh?" Zac's face was full of doubts, as if, "We've been separated." Zac smiled. "So, hasn't he told you my present?"

Coulson frowned, "No." He looked at Zac. He was hesitant to ask directly. It is not a matter of professional ethics to obtain information from other people's informants. He waved his hand. "You saw him." Let him call me back. "

Coulson didn't seem to have thought about asking his partner's thoughts on the action, turned to leave, and suddenly remembered something, and said to Zac again, "No, let him come directly to me! It's fine for many nights!"

Zac observed Coulson's expression. The detective apparently made a decision, wanting to represent objective newcomer James Lance, to give up the "truth" and whitewash the whole incident.

James has nothing to hide from Zac, so the vampire can fully understand everyone's thoughts in this matter. For Zac, this means that the gang elements in the southeast will be unlucky, even with the "general".

While completely absorbing James, Zac still wanted to help the 'general'. Think about it, just after the incident at Seth, Chapman was ‘victimized’ there again. This does not mean that the city of Patton needs public opinion. In particular, Crowley has shown that she intends to support the southeastern conditions. No one will benefit from this confrontation.

"Okay." Zack agreed with a smile, his eyes turned red. There was no sincerity in this promise, and Curson would forget it anyway.

Zac reached out and took out his notebook directly from Coulson ’s pocket, opened it, and a line with a license plate number was torn off. Zac smiled and looked at Detective Coulson, who was confused in his eyes. Do n’t forget anything small. "

Walter and Chapman are worried that Coulson has found the license plate, and Zack naturally does not want Coulson to check. So just wipe this little trouble out.

But vampires shouldn't do this. He didn't know Chapman and James as well as Cosson, so he used it.

In the dark lane, Zach saw Curson angrily write down the license plate number. For the two people in the car, they don't need to see it. They came to this conclusion based on their judgment on Coasen's 'personality'.

Zac ripped the paper and threw it into the scattered garbage pile. "We haven't seen it." Just as in the last time in Room 2o2, Rong Guanghuan's Zac didn't want to waste his mouth.

Coulson nodded, and his laptop was tucked back.

Zac waved his hand, "You can go."

Zac thought of the past, looked at Coulson's back, shook his head slightly and smiled. He will not use the enchanting pupil on James, and I wonder if James will turn his face after knowing that he has dealt with him twice. Pray that he will never know well.

Well, under the belief of the Holy Lord, vampires imprisoned by eternal life should really not do ‘prayer’. (To be continued.)