The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

Go west along the Charles River and enter the West End of Barton City. ? Eight? One ● ● Chinese website www.8.1zw.com? As a city whose entire eastern border is wrapped in the Gulf of Massa, the western part of Barton is the origin of Barton.

Half a century ago, the city of Barton did n’t even have a name. It was just the unopened wilderness of eastern Massachusetts, together with the current West District planned for the jurisdiction of Newton City in the east of Barton. A group of visionary elite celebrities used the current West Side as a springboard to expand to the east and built the current city of Barton.

After transferring the center of rights to Barton North, this group of people retracted into the originating West, forming a unique polarization in the West-you are either very, very rich, called masters, or very, very poor, and become masters servant.

Benjamin's truck drove the cobblestoned road and stopped outside a manor.

"Grand House, we had an appointment with Mrs. Quinn." Benjamin leaned out of the car window and said to the security guard wearing a formal nursing home.

Headphones were plugged into the security guard's right ear, and the crooked line was tucked into the inside of his shirt, and he could see the radio pinned to his waist. The security guard received the order, slightly bowed to salute, and opened the iron gate of the manor.

Benjamin nodded and moved his muddy truck again into the manor.

Zac adjusted the posture of sitting on the co-pilot, looking at the patterns on the iron fences that were pulled apart on both sides, and his expression was unconsciously serious.

"What's wrong?" Benjamin glanced at the vampire around him. "Afraid?"

Zac turned his head, "Let's pray that the title deed of this manor is not the name of 'Pochi Quinn'."

Benjamin chuckled and drove the wagon around the fountain in the front yard of the manor. The fishman holding the trident leaned back, and a defensive winged eagle on the left arm was attacking!

Eagle-Totem of the Aboriginal Federation. This means that Zac will be bound by the protection of the territory in the aboriginal lineage. If the master objected to Zac appearing on his territory, Zac would die.

However, Zack did not think that Mrs. Quinn would allocate her inheritance in advance, let alone now. ●? Eight? One Chinese? Net www.81zw.com ■

Benjamin jumped out of the car with an old briefcase on his shoulder. He opened the back door and an adult Great Dane jumped off the truck and looked at the manor indifferently.

"Keep up, Kim." Zach beckoned the dog and walked ahead.

Enter the hall, aboriginal-style rugs, decorations, heraldry. It can be seen that the Quinn couples are very respectful of tradition.

Poki Quinn hurried through the hall with a few pieces of information, and these two "no guest" appeared, surprised.

"Why are you here?" Pooch frowned, looking left and right at the passing servants: "Who will let you in!"

"We were invited by Mrs. Quinn to explain the specific process of the funeral." Zac slightly lowered his body and answered with a smile.

Pooch frowned even more and looked at the briefcase that Benjamin was carrying: "The process is for me, you can go!"

The two didn't move, except for a fat looking Great Dane who slowly approached Pooch, but his eyes seemed to focus on the pastries held by the passing maids.

"What's this!" Pooch stepped back a few steps, letting the Great Dane approaching: "No animals are allowed here!"

"Kim." Zac said with a smile: "It's called Kim, it seems to like you very much."

Pooch's retreat already appeared a little embarrassed. The Great Dane named Jin ignored his disgust and kept approaching him.

"I don't care what its name is! Let it stay away from me! And you guys! Leave the process information and then leave! Get out of my home!"

The servants were doing their own things calmly, but their eyes flashed teasingly, looking secretly at this side.

"Young Master. ◆ ● Bayi? Chinese? Net www.81zw.com ▼" On the left side of the hall, a marble staircase that swivels up connects to the second floor. He said softly, "Ma's still waiting for the guests."

Zac smiled at the young female caregiver and turned to Poki: "It's a pity, I don't think it's a" your "home here."

Zac let Podgie, who was still hiding from the Great Dane, approach the stairs, and Benjamin patted Podge ’s shoulder behind him: “Send you a suggestion. You can give it food to try. Benjamin thought about it and added a sentence: "Oh, don't pervert it with bones, it hates bones."

Under the guidance of the female nurse, the two aliens walked through the curved corridor and entered the balcony of the atrium, where you can see the landscape of the entire atrium. In front of Mrs. Quinn was a Barton Daily newspaper, a small carved wooden table, and exquisite small plates with some pastries. It's tea time for Mrs. Quinn.

"Madam." The female nurse reminded her and exited the balcony.

Mrs. Quinn turned her head and saw the two of them, gestured slightly, and they sat at the small table.

Mrs. Quinn's complexion looks very good, it seems to have come out of the pain of losing her husband three days ago. At least it was written in the Barton Daily, but we all know the real reason ~

Mrs. Quinn handed the newspaper to Zac who had just sat down: "Look at these reports! 'Rise in sorrow ...', I don't remember when Quinn has fallen!"

Zac took the newspaper and glanced at it with a smile. "Ma'am knows that the reports are always like this. People like dramatic stories. I like this photo very much." Zac pointed to one in the newspaper, and Mrs. Quinn stood The picture of the speech in front of the microphone is completely different from the languishing look curled up in the wheelchair. "However, I thought that my wife would be more ..."

"What's more?" Mrs. Quinn picked up the teacup. "Is it low-key?" She took a sip of tea and shook her head: "Is the low-key consequence of being poisoned by her grandson? I want to change it."

The people of Mrs. Quinn's generation have withdrawn from the media for a long time. They know that their time has passed, so they give way to the younger generation. Therefore, in recent years, they have rarely appeared in the newspapers. This time Mrs. Quinn's conference was held with great fanfare, it was indeed a big change.

Zac did not answer, took the briefcase delivered by Benjamin, took out the information, and spread it out on the small table: "The funeral will start at three o'clock tomorrow afternoon, first at the memorial service in the church, and then ..."

"I know the flow of the funeral!" Mrs. Quinn waved her hands impatiently: "I am interested in how you want to deal with Pooch."

Benjamin looked at Zac with a chuckle, and these days, Zac did not worry about it.

Zac thought about it for a while, and asked, "Ma'am, can I ask a question? Does Madame want Pooch to disappear forever? Or just punish him?"

Mrs. Quinn was silent for a long time, and then frowned, looking at Zac: "The reason I entrusted you to do this is because I don't want to judge. Now, you come to ask me."

Sometimes, people are so strange that they do n’t want to cross the boundaries, so they ask others for help, let others decide, and then keep their hands clean. Mrs. Quinn is such a person.

Zac and Benjamin glanced at each other and nodded. Zac looked back at Mrs. Quinn: "Mrs. I have a proposal. We know that Mrs. does not want to do anything beyond the boundary. Even if the other party has crossed the boundary, he is still the grandson of his wife ..."

"I don't need you to analyze my psychology!" Mrs. Quinn seemed a little annoyed. After all, what they are discussing now is not glorious!

Zac didn't care, and continued: "In short, we thought of a way. Let Poki lose all qualifications to inherit Quinn as a punishment."

"Not enough!" Mrs. Quinn's fingers buckled on the armrests of the seat. Obviously, she would never forgive Pooch for trying to murder her grandparents! But at the same time, she could not testify her grandson in France, because that would become the scandal of Quinn!

In the life of Mrs. Quinn, a bad family scandal has been buried. This time, she still has to uphold such a "tradition"!

"No, ma'am." Zac appeased the excited Mrs. Quinn: "What's important is not the result of losing the inheritance, but how to make him lose the inheritance."

"How to do it?!"

"No name will leave the property to someone who lives in a nursing home." Zack replied.

"No!" Mrs. Kun vetoed, and the sanitarium was a euphemism for the mental hospital! Although there are frequent mental disorders of famous descendants, they are still scandals.

"Ma'am, please think about it, now is the best time." Zach induced Mrs. Quinn, "People will enter the nursing home, not necessarily because it is mandatory!"

Mrs. Quinn's eyes widened. In this world, two places are considered to be completely isolated from the outside world. The first is a prison, and the second is a nursing home (lunatic asylum).

People often take the initiative to enter the nursing home, such as suicidal tendencies, early bipolar disorder, obsessive-compulsive disorder ... When they realize that they will threaten others and themselves, people with self-knowledge will take the initiative to seek help. People will not only despise them, but encourage them.

As Zac said himself, now is the best time for Quinn. The only two relatives in the world that Bogey has just passed away have died. No matter how disgusting he is, for public opinion, he is experiencing the pain of bereavement, one of the most difficult situations in life ... …

And these are the resources that Mrs. Quinn can use to transfer the scandal!

Mrs. Quinn thought for a long time, no longer excited, nodded calmly, "What do you need me to do?"

Zac breathed a sigh of relief and patted Benjamin's thigh because it was Benjamin's idea.

Of course, Zac ’s relaxation is also due to Mrs. Quinn ’s simplicity. She did not ask Zac how to accomplish this, but asked ‘what do I need to do’. For Mrs. Quinn, she knows that there are certain things that she does not need to know, and it is just because the sacred signs show up!

"Madam doesn't need to do anything." Zach smiled and shook his head. "However, we just adopted a Great Dane. It seems to be very close to Master Boque Quinn. It's better to use it as a gift to the Master. . "

Mrs. Quinn picked up the black tea that was already slightly cool and said plainly, "Then I will thank you for him."