Records of Barton’s Fantastical Events

James has a little awareness. A little bit about a soft dream. Most used to describe soft things are cotton and clouds. For example, it feels like lying on a cloud made of cotton. But James’ feeling is that he is a cloud made of cotton.

Then this little consciousness has some extension. Before the dream. It is pain.

Most things used to describe pain are related to the destruction of the body. For example, production, injury… But James felt more, more desperate. death. The kind of pain that you know where pain will lead your life, but you can’t stop it.

This newly sprouted consciousness continues to expand. Before the pain, yes, yes…

“Finally, you woke up.” An impatient face and an impatient voice.

It’s this face!

Uh, no. Not this face. The face in James’ consciousness is wider, bigger, fuller, more energetic…

“Wow…” What James wants to say is,’Who are you! ‘The result, just a few weird calls.

“Uh, wait a minute.” The thin hand squeezed James’ chin and pushed it up, “Don’t move.” James’s struggle was held down, “Whether the vocal cords are in front of or behind the trachea Uh, forget it, try.”

The sensation of something moving in his throat spread all over James.

“Try again.” An impatient voice command.

“Who are you! Where are we?!” James regained his freedom and pulled his throat smoothly~

“I saved you.” This stranger The thin man shrugged, as if he didn’t want to bother with James, walked away, sat back in the corner chair, picked up something similar to a manuscript and continued reading.

James only then consciously observes all around.

This is the interior. From the furnishing point of view, it is not who’s home. It is probably just a simple hourly hotel room in the Becky district. Everyone knows that the doors and windows are closed and the light is pink and dim, and the bed is the most important kind of furniture. James is on the bed.

James face turned black, because he found that his clothes had changed, not only did not fit, but also completely inconsistent with his diamond bachelors style…

James didnt In time to observe more, the strange thin man bent over, lifted a jar on the ground, took a few mouthfuls, put it down, and continued to turn the page.

James froze for a moment, and immediately, “You are a vampire!” James recognized the pot, it was the blood tank of the’General’.

It seems that he doesn’t like James’ tone. The thin stranger cast his eyes at James, “You are a human.” It’s kind of ridiculously naive, you poke me, I poke you.

His gaze returned to the page I was looking at, “You need to thank me for saving you. You are still human.”

James is not going to stay here with a The strange vampire speaks, hum, does James’ behavior pattern still need to be guessed. He quickly jumped out of the bed and ran towards the door.

“I think Zachs biggest mistake in Barton is to keep you alive.” Unfathomable mystery, from the corner of the room, over the only big furniture-the bed, reached the door and pressed his hand on the door. Put James on.

James turned back gloomily, staring at the corner. The detective is still a bit professional. Except for the changes in my clothes and the initial inability to make a sound, I didn’t at all suffer any harm, so just leave it like this, is it too… wasteful.

“Who are you?!”

“hehe.” The vampire in the corner smiled, “As if I tell you your name, you know who I am.” What a philosophy-a name is just the ultimate expression of a code name. The thin man moved his body, once again raised the blood tank that shouldn’t belong to him, and sucked, “But I know who you are. James Lance.” The pages in his hand were swaying. To show that he knew who James was the source.

Is it an illusion, this thin man is not so thin anymore.

James still maintained the posture of being able to open the door at any time, “Is that Maddison’s manuscript?!” James just didn’t learn much. His question has not been answered directly, but he still asks persistently.

“Zac should let you die and let the alien replace you.” The vampire is still commenting on the story on the page.

“Do you know Zac?!” James’s speechless prejudice, “Are you who?! What does he want to do?!”

In the corner The blood tank was lifted again, and this time he held his head straight up without any secret.

Not an illusion. The thin man became fat. The blood tank was also empty, thrown aside casually, and the vampire stood up. The pages of the book in his hand shook casually twice, crumpled up and thrown into the trash can by the bed. Turning his eyes to James, he ignored him, rebuilt it on the bedside table, found a match, lit it, and threw it to the trash can.

The two watched the flames in the trash can from flourishing to extinguishing.

James opened his mouth, “How many manuscripts did you burn?!” The detective’s belated observation power, the ashes in the trash can were a bit full.

The only question that was answered well, “Look at one roll and burn one roll.” The tone was relaxed and uncomfortable for James, “That’s First Volume. I looked upside down.” The vampire seemed to hesitate. After a while, I tidied the bed that left the traces of James lying down, “If I wasn’t waiting for you wake up, I won’t see the front. I don’t care.” Take a look at James who is still standing at the door. James, “Fortunately, I watched it. Now I know that you are the beginning of everything wrong.”

James became nervous inexplicably, staring at the vampire approaching him, “You want What are you doing?!”

The vampire had already held James’ hand on the doorknob with his generous hand, and the two were a little embarrassed when they got close.

The sound of the door lock twisting, “Open the door.” The vampire opened the door while answering, “If you don’t go out, I want it.” He really went out.

“Where are you going?!” James caught up. He does not accept the status quo that none of his questions have been answered. Humans who don’t know themselves are like this.

“The next scene of Banlin Self-destruction.” It doesn’t matter whether it is leaked or not.

“What?!”

The light source is still dim in the corridor outside the room. Just like James’ judgment, this is indeed a certain hotel in Becky, and the exit is still standing with a woman who still wants to show her money-making tools in this winter climate.

“Do you want to follow me.” The vampire’s speed is also strange. Whether James is sprinting or jogging, their positions have not changed. The vampire who seemed to lead the way wanted James to follow.

“Do you want to…”

Step into the street. The unexpected is still dim. James was shocked, “What time is it now?! How long did I sleep?!” The last paragraph in James’ memory, or just entering the afternoon, he completed the police unexpected harvest search operation, and then let Da Go west to find Zach. Now, it is dusk before nightfall.

“Sleep? Hehe.” The vampire smiled, “You have walked before you died, James Lance. It took me a day to fight you back. You haven’t said yet. Thank you.”

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