The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

Maybe it was mentioned that Zac was on a whim, maybe he just didn't want Neil and Quest to appear in Grande, causing unnecessary trouble. Bayi Chinese ?? ●? Www.81zw.com ▼ Old-fashioned cars traverse east from the direction of the nursing home, cross the 27th highway and continue east, stopping at the Grand Mill.

In the heart of making the most of the money he paid, Zac instructed Seth to get the unconscious men and women out of the car, looked at Madison who greeted him, and pondered for a while, "I need a secret room, and your phone."

Madison nodded and led Seth towards the basement, the morgue.

"Madison." Zach stopped Madison with a beret. "What's wrong with your head?"

Madison raised his hat, his black and white head was hidden under the hat, and shook his head helplessly, "I don't know, it suddenly became like this before."

Zac pursed his lips, not knowing what to say, and walked to Madison's office.

Lips has disappeared.

It literally disappeared. When Zac and Seth both felt the need to combine the vampire's ability to manipulate memory and the devil's imprint of the soul to figure out the real intention of this guy, Lip disappeared from the back seat.

It is not as a sign of light and shadow as the earth-bound spirit, nor is it integrated into the environment like other aliens with hidden capabilities, nor is it that the more vampires and demons leave, they disappear.

No matter what Lipp is, or what he wants to do, at this time, he can only become an unsolvable fan.

Zac decided not to waste time thinking about the guy, walked into Madison's office, sat at the table, and dialed Noel's phone. While waiting, the vampire randomly flipped the documents on Madison's desk.

The elongated beep suddenly ceased and was immediately replaced by a short disconnection sound. Zac raised his eyebrows with the receiver, no one was there, and he didn't even have an answering machine. The warehouse of ‘General’ is really shabby.

Zac hung up the phone, picked it up again, and changed the number. It's a phone call from the 'General' bar.

The documents in front of Zac have been opened at random, and they are all working documents of the mill. ● Eight ?? One Chinese ■ Wenwen. ww.81zw.com ★ Madison seems to have converged a lot since the last little awkward passing, and no longer blames the boss Zac for being irresponsible.

It may be a bit guilty. The students in Madison's writing instruction class caused Grande trouble. And he, who is also a member of Grande, didn't realize it at all, and just wanted to be humiliated by Mr. Morris for his immortality, and wanted to disclose his identity as a vampire.

Okay, everyone can remove the possibility. This is the voice.

Zac saw a note at the bottom of the document with satisfaction. The above is the record of contacting and observing that Sheila West. Although it was all trivial content, for example, she took the cat to class, wrote something, and was sick and asked for leave ... but as you can see, Madison still seriously executed Zac's order and looked at this woman with strange power .

"Speak!" The impulsive voice of "General" came from the receiver.

Zac closed Madison's note, "'General,' Zac. Where is Noo, he is not in the 'office'."

"Oh! You!" The tone of "General" softened immediately, "Nuo went to see his maid." The voice in the receiver was a little worried, "I haven't returned since I went out in the morning."

Zac frowned, "He has left contact information ..." thought for a moment. He changed his mouth, "Did he say where he was going?"

"Of course not!" The tone of "General" was also helpless. "I really don't know what he was doing!" After a pause, the "General" continued, "Is there any progress in what you are doing?"

Zac felt the tone of ‘General’, and he knew that Nuo did not explain Quest ’s entrustment to ‘General’ in detail. There was a smile in Zac's tone, "Yes, it's not bad. What about you, about those weapons. Do you have any news?"

"Damn it!" The tone of the "General" suddenly changed, "Nuo is in trouble! Forget it, don't say it here, wait for him to come back!"

Zac nodded into the air. hang up the phone. Thinking a little, Zach dialed the phone again, it was Mrs. White's. Eight? One? ■? Chinese network. ww.8.11zw.com? Neal and Daphne have already got it, it is the right way to solve this matter quickly, otherwise these two living people will continue to stay in Barton, God knows what will happen.

And although Zack does not understand what special meaning Lip said. But listening to the "general" tone, the hunter's problem became serious. Zac didn't want to wait for Coming back.

The phone was picked up quickly, and Zack wasted no time, "Mrs. White, do you know where your friend Muna is now?"

"Uh, it's you, is there anything?" Mrs. White's voice was a little weird.

Zac narrowed his eyes and listened carefully to the background sound in the receiver. Someone lowered her voice and asked who she was in a threatening tone!

Zach lowered his voice, "Mrs. White, just say something, just let me know how many people are in your family."

"Oh ..." The woman across the earpiece lengthened her voice. "Five bottles of rum should be enough."

"Did they set any traps." Zac continued to whisper.

"Flowers?" Mrs. White was still good at these, "Lina said she would get some, but I don't know. I think there should be some in the front hall and back porch."

"Is there an Inean." Zac continued to ask, thinking for a while, adding, "A special Inan like Silkela."

"I think it should be a priest. Now anyone can be a priest. I don't want those half-hangers to preside."

"Muna and his master, are they there?"

"It's packed and sealed, in the basement. But the address hasn't been written yet. I want to think about who I should give it to."

"You are doing very well, Mrs. White, keep calm, I will come over soon." Zach stood up, Mrs. White's situation is not good, nor is Nuo's condition. The vampire must pass quickly.

"Well." On the other side of the phone, Mrs. White nodded, her hands were shaking slightly, and the phone was hung up, which meant that she had to face everything now in her own family.

"who is it!"

As soon as Mrs. White's hand holding the receiver fell halfway, she was quickly pressed by a wide palm and hung up by force! The middle-aged strong man pulled Mrs. White's arm, and a cold dagger rested on her chin. "Who makes the call!"

"Pun, friend!" Mrs. White's body trembled, her eyes uncontrollably down, staring at the sharp edge against her chin.

"What are you talking about!" The fierce hunter pulled Mrs White's head mercilessly. Pressed her on the sand and pressed her.

"Trick, reception !!!" Mrs. White said in horror.

"What reception ?!"

"Me, my son!" The panic on Mrs. White's face had obvious sadness! She didn't know where to get courage. Suddenly stared at the person who threatened her life in front of you, "Are you blind! Look around! When you barbarians broke into my house, didn't you show up! I just lost my son! This is for his friend Spiritual hospitality ceremony held! "

The strong hunter frowned, and the dagger still rested on Mrs. White. But he looked at his companion and passed his eyes.

Mrs. White is telling the truth. In this standard middle-class house, the decoration is a bit special at this time. The table, the ground, and the fireplace are filled with candles. There is also a large horizontal board in the living room, with various photos, card.

Unlike the farewell ceremony at the formal funeral, keeping the spirit cannot be considered a formal ceremony. It is just a private ceremony for those who are connected to the deceased but who are not qualified or cannot attend the funeral.

Just like the rugby players and angry girls who gathered before the warehouse 13 ... you know, the person who held the funeral cannot be the deceased person, and some people who are absent at the official funeral can't get on the table, some It's just that the news is late, but they still have the right to express their condolences to the dead. As a mother, Mrs. White was actually thoughtful enough.

The hunter glared at Mrs. White and closed the knife. "Honestly sitting here!" Then he glanced at his companion. Frowning and asking, "What's going on next?"

The person questioned shook his head, but there was a hint of sarcasm on his face, "but it won't take long. He will give up. Nu Tao (surnamed Yin'an) has already begun to use big tricks."

"I'll check it out, you guys look here!" The middle-aged hunter pouted, glanced at Mrs. White, and went to the basement.

Between the living room and the lounge at the back, a wooden door was pushed open under the diagonally upward staircase. The cold air gushed out, causing the hunter to shudder. He pulled the clothes, stepped up the stairs, and went down.

The calm voice from bottom to top, "Are you still reluctant to say. Your maid seems to be unable to hold it."

The hunter stood behind his Inan companion and looked at the two people tied to the chair in front of him. The man with gray temples was their real target. The fat woman is his maid, Muna.

The man with the last name glanced at his companion, nodded, and continued his hand.

He held a puppet in his left hand and a needle thread in his right hand, pricking it into his eyes. His movements were quick, and the dark brown thin line seemed to be Muna's head. His hands flipped up and down, and one of the puppet's eyes was completely stitched.

Nuo's eyes widened, he stared at Muna opposite to him, the pupils of the eyes corresponding to the doll disappeared, and the entire eyeball became like a plastic fake eye!

Nu Tao's hand rested on the puppet's other eye. "I won't continue to **** her heart and kill her. It seems that you can't speak, so I decided to start with these little things. "

Nuo stared at the Indians who spoke! If he can, he will tear the other side apart! Like a real lion. It's a pity that he can't, he can now clearly realize that he is walking into the other party's ambush!

"Where did you put 'Colt'?" The Indians asked quietly.

Noe can't say that after seeing what these strange terrorists can do, how can he tell them, "Colt", that old-fashioned rifle was given to the "General" by him!

"It's a pity." The Yin'an people shook their heads violently, and the needle in their hands turned, "Your maid can't see the world anymore." The other eye was sewn. (To be continued.)