The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

"That person ..." Just opened, James closed his mouth again, stood up from the chair, and turned around in some empty office a few times, "Is that person alive?" "The question is hard pressed back, and the answer should not be surprising, so there is no need to ask." Bayi Chinese (wWW.81Zw.COM)

James pressed his hands against the back of the chair, looked at Zac, opened his mouth, then closed it again, and turned a few more times. The question he pressed back this time was what Ali and the Saints wanted to do. The reason why it was not asked is that the nature of the fighting club was more thorough than Zac knew. After all, he participated in an action in person.

So the answer must not be a good thing. James doesn't want to listen, but what can he do? Saints Sissi, Gangaro, Ai Li, as detectives, he could not move anymore, only increased trouble!

Zac watched James go round in the office without disturbing, shaking his glass, waiting for him to think.

James pressed the back of the chair again, squeezed the soft back pad with his fingers, and looked at Zach before moving away. "You tell me what I want to say now."

"What do you think I'm talking about?" Zack asked back, no bad taste, but the previous conversation had proved James' ability to think and judge. Zac was curious about what James would think of.

James twitched his mouth, "That person ..." For guilt reasons, James tried not to say the name of the person, "Before going to 1o5, he stole something from Herman's factory .8 ▼ 一 ◆ ▼ Chinese? Wen Wang.ww.81zw.com ▲▲

Zac did not respond, and continued to shake the glass.

"After the club case was over, I tried to report this to Chief Cologne." James glanced at Zach. "It was dismissed because the owner did not report the case. This is to cause trouble for the police."

Zac raised his eyebrows, which turned out to be why the incident was buried.

"I don't think you will directly tell me what's going on, is it."

Zac nodded, "I'll tell you what I said to the Southern District Police Department, and I've finished all I can say. What you want to ask Herman, this is what I can give you."

James took a serious look at Zac's expression, and his face was gloomy, but he also nodded. "You're done when you're done." James released the back of the chair, staring at the vampire, and suddenly threatened. "This is best related to what is happening now! If I want to follow this clue, trouble the Secretary, and finally affect me, I won't make you Grande better!"

There was no sign of this threat, and Zac was surprised, raising his eyebrows and carefully looking at James's expression. But the detective had closed his eyes, his thick chest bulging, and was taking a deep breath.

Zac pouted and shook his head, too lazy to inquire. ? Eight ▲ one ★ Chinese ▲ Wen Wang www.81zw.com? Knocked on the glass, "Do you have anything else, if not, I think you need to leave." Zac smiled deliberately, "I and Weiss has an appointment, and I do n’t think you will be happy that he will do anything with me. "

James's deep breath leaked, and his open eyes stared at Zac.

James's somber opening no longer used warnings that had no meaning, but changed the way, "Why do you have to provoke Wes. Do you think this is very interesting."

"It's not fun to help find the missing child." Zach shook his fingers out. "On the contrary, you kept me from doing my part to help the people of Barton, which is more interesting, Detective Lance."

Zac meant that James was neither a Barton native nor a police officer in the Southern District, but his hand was a bit long.

James stared at Zac and did not speak for a long time. Zac was surprised, curious, shaking his glass while waiting for James to fight back.

Unfortunately, James didn't wait until he slapped the back of the chair and turned away.

Zac twitched the corner of his mouth, shook his head unexplained, and followed out of the office with a glass of wine. On the back porch, I saw James getting in the car, turning around in a somber face, and left Grand completely.

Zac stood on the back porch and watched James's car leave, pursing his lips as he looked at the swaying liquid in the wine glass, and a thick bar-shaped thing reflecting the color of the liquid in the glass swayed past. Zac stepped out of the back porch and raised his head. On the sunshade top of the back porch, the shape-changer Jin Zheng climbed the wall like a gecko, and half of his head reached into the window of a room on the second floor. After a while, his whole body and the surrounding colors Melted into one and disappeared.

Zach listened to his ears. The people upstairs were watching TV. He didn't know what species hissing came out. Zac smiled and ignored it. He hid back on the back porch in two steps and was about to enter the house. , Suddenly remembered something.

"Gold." Zac looked up and called the shapeshifter's name.

Without any sound, two black balls, like the bulb, appeared in Zac's eyes. Black eyes wrapped in cross-shaped blinking eyelids hang on the back porch and gradually become visible, looking at Zac who is thinking with his chin in mind, and Jin is waiting for Zac to speak.

Zach waved his hand, "It's okay." Turning into the door, he almost guessed why James would use this strange attitude to provoke Weiss.

Zac wanted to bend the corner of his mouth to express his pride, but halfway stuck and shook his head helplessly, James thought too much.

The sky gradually dimmed while waiting, and the TV on the second floor had changed from a film that did not know what it was to "Cook Kitchen", and then even the Cook Kitchen ended, and Alice was busy in the kitchen for a long time. Later, dinner was served.

Finally, even dinner was over. Zac sat next to Benjamin, who was swaying in a hammock, frowning at the time. "It's too slow."

If this is Grand ’s usual evening of nothing to do, Zac will not say this, but today is different. Sunday night is a gentleman ’s night. The gray professional circle exchange party, Zac still needs to use this evening ’s 'Performance' to stimulate the progress of the gray professional circle news channel.

Benjamin sat up and pushed the vampire staring at the backyard entrance, his face impatient. Because Zack didn't notice himself, the hand that he was responsible for pushing the shaking of the hammock had been pushed longer and longer, and Alpha was almost shaken off by him.

"It's very simple now." Benjamin slapped Zac's hand on the edge of the hammock and stabilized his body. "What do you want to do more, go to [**] acting to deceive people, or stay here to help the police find the missing." child."

There is only one Zac, and he has no ability to appear in two places to handle two things.

Benjamin actually used such a description. Zac blinked, then it seemed that he had no choice, "Uh. If I stay here for Wes, then you have to go to [**] to deal with those who are in the gray professional circle. Guys? "

"Do you have anything to explain?" Benjamin looked at Zac indifferently, and had stood up to the truck parked in the warehouse.

This was Benjamin ’s rare initiative. Zac bent his mouth. “Accept all news, and then plucked, and directed to Herman, that ’s it.”

"It's simple." Benjamin shrugged and came out. (To be continued.)