The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

In the old Hardy's home, there was an extra square table in the space on the first floor, which was pressed against the spread carpet and stuck in the place near the aisle behind the living room. ??? August 1 Chinese? Wen Wang. ww.81zw.com? Old Hardy snorted, "What are you doing!"

Zac pouted, not intending to explain, and implementing the Grand Rules has facilitated such moments. As for what old Hardy thinks, take care of him!

Old Hardy didn't get Zack's response, pushed open the door to the basement, and twitched his mouth irritably. The same gray professional, he couldn't force Zac to give an answer, but it was quite helpless, "What about another person? Why are you alone?"

Of course Zack wouldn't answer, but asked with a smile, "How many little guys?"

Old Hardy snorted heavily, "It's blasted away!" The home was inexplicably strange, and asked the guy who was unconscious in the backyard, he didn't know anything. Too. In this case, ghosts only exist if people are not driven away.

Old Hardy glanced at Zac again, snorted, and glanced anxiously at the disturbed basement, "Have you all checked?"

"Found something interesting." Zac was embarrassed. When I was walking, I was too anxious because I was worried that Alpha would get out of control again. Now I ’m back to this basement again. The first half of the debris has been completely scrapped, and the scattered things are everywhere. On the spot, the already miserable living space is even more miserable.

Zac shook his head, temporarily ignoring unnecessary guilt, "I hope you tell the source of those things. ◆ eight ● one ?? Chinese network www.81zw.com ★"

"Humph, something." Old Hardy shook his head, an expression of helplessness. "Are you asking about the poison-products or the collected blood bottles?"

Zac looked at Old Hardy. The old man should know something, think for a moment, and decide to start from the beginning, "Let's talk about how you are missing Woody first."

"Four days in a row." Old Hardy frowned, having no irritable answer. "I didn't wake up by this kid when I slept at night, don't you think!"

Zac pouted, "I need more."

By the side of the twisted and collapsed metal bed, the barrel previously removed by Benjamin had been overturned, and the dark gray ashes scattered around. Old Hardy pointed to the ashes, "Do you know what that is?"

Zac shook his head, waiting for an explanation.

Old Hardy grinned in disgust, "I promised to give this kid a place to live! But he didn't promise to let this be his home!"

Zac did not speak, and this inexplicable complaint must have follow-up, don't worry.

"One day, I actually found a mail package addressed to this kid in my mailbox!" Old Hardy said bitterly.

Zac couldn't quite understand the point of this complaint, "Is there any problem? He lives here, this is his address."

"Of course!" Old Hardy circled his hand in the basement. "He doesn't have an address!" Then he raised his hand. "He is not qualified to treat these things as his own! These are mine! Not his ! He ca n’t just move! "

Zac pursed his head and shook his head, not wanting to dispute this issue. If this scene was born between a couple who broke up, it would make some sense to quarrel for the belonging of the mail. Zac understood incompetence here. ￠ ￡ eight ￠ ￡ 一 ￠ ￡ 中 ￠ ￡ 文 ， www.81ｚw.COMM

Zac waved his hand, "Are you telling me that these burned things are mail?" Zac paused, "Tell me, did you peek at Woody's mail?"

"Of course I want to see it!" Old Hardy shouted as if he had taken it for granted. "The things sent to my house are mine! What is called peeking! I am looking at Zhengda bright!"

Zac waved his hands, too lazy to argue, which was a good thing for the commission, "What is written on the letter? Who is the letter from?"

"I said it's mail! Not just letters, but packages!" Old Hardy looked at Zac with disgust. "Are you listening?"

When he received an old Hardy phone call early in the morning, Zack felt that he was a bad old man, and this feeling is now being confirmed. It doesn't matter anymore, Zac waved his hand, "What is that package?"

"A bottle of blood!" Old Hardy hooked his foot on the bedside table intact. Now it is empty and the things have been swept away by Zac. "These blood bottles were taken away by you!"

Zac frowned, feeling that he didn't want to check those blood bottles more and more. God knows where it was sent from? !

"Who is the person?"

"Elie ..."

Unfamiliar name, but it seems to have been heard somewhere. As the vampire tugged at the corner of his mouth slightly, watching Old Hardy opening and closing his lips, he also wondered in his brain where the faint sense of ears came from.

"Torido."

Thinking stopped.

"Ele. Torredo!" Old Hardy looked at Zac's suddenly frozen eyes, frowning, thinking that this guy was distracted, repeating it loudly at him, "Hey! I said did you listen to me talk!"

The vampire's eyes deflected, looking at an old hardy with an impatient expression, bending the corner of his mouth, "I'm listening. Continue."

"Humph!" Old Hardy shook his head, his lips curled, "It's still the lead singer of a ghost band or something! Anyway, I never understand what their young people play!" Smoking, "In addition to the blood bottle, there is a note saying that I like Woody's 'contribution' very much, this is a reward!"

"'Contribution'?" Zach raised an eyebrow. "You should be more detailed."

"Details? What's the details?" Old Hardy stared at Zach. "How do I know what 'contribution' means! God knows that before this email came, the ghost of Woody gave my address to this guy named Eli What did the guy send! "

Zac waved his hand, "Have you not asked? Will you send blood by mail, don't you think it's suspicious? After all, Woody still lives under your roof."

"Of course I asked!" Old Hardy replied angrily, "He doesn't say!"

"and then?"

"Humph, and then I started to intercept every email from him!"

Zac raised his eyebrows, "Is there such a lot of mail?"

"How many bottles did you take away?" Old Hardy asked back.

"A dozen bottles." Zac did not count, but he understood what Old Hardy meant.

"Not only!" Old Hardy glanced at Zac. "There are thousands and hundreds! I clean up some every few days! This situation lasted for almost two months!"

Zac opened his mouth, but he didn't want to make any inference at the moment, and shook his head.

"Don't think I'm an old man and it's useless!" Old Hardy glared at Zac. "I've seen countless **** scenes in my life! When I saw the red stained on the broken, scattered glass bottles, I instinctive Know that these things need to be 'cleaned up'! "

what! It turned out to be professional!

"You are covering Woody." Zac narrowed his eyes and raised his eyebrows, "Tell me more, please." (To be continued.)