The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

At the end of the lunch prepared purely for the human guests of Grande, the girls from Alice finally came out of the room.

There was really no stay at all. One person left Grande after catching a boy. Even Matthew, who had just accompanied his father in the morning and only came to work in the afternoon, had not let go.

In short, the group of people was gone, probably to make up for the trip that was not visited yesterday by Mr. Pixar, and the meeting between Spira and Hamilton.

Some people go, some people come back. Russell is back. When I came back, I found Zac and apologized. It sounded sincere-"I, I'm too, too nervous, I haven't cheated the police in my life ..." Zac said nothing, comforted Charlie went. This kind of thing, it turned out that Logan's former criminal was easier to deal with.

The other person who came back was more special. He used to be Danny, and now he is Father Dans ... an illusion? Cherubim? Anyway.

The reason is that at noon, the prison side asked the Saint Child Church for a phone call-

No worship has been held in the Church of the Son, because no one is going, as everyone knows. However, every priest of the Church of the Son, starting from Constantine, including now, oh, Father Eric, who is in a special situation, has the habit of preaching to prisons on this day of worship.

Father Dans, did not go.

But before Zac understood Father Dans, Zac had something to do with it. Alice gave Zac something after they came out of the room, and now Zac is holding it in his hand to check.

Do you know the thimble? The metal gadget of the tailor's belt. Yes, the one with the finger, wider than the ring, is covered with pits.

Zac squeezed such a metal gadget upside down. As if responding to Zac's inquiries, the inner circle lit up a crimson spell.

Zac raised an eyebrow. "Sam?"

"it's me."

"Uh." Is this what Alice and Maya worked out all night and one morning? Zac did n’t know what he was expecting, but after all, it was because of Anthony ’s wooden soul doll that would hurt Zac ’s remarks. Zac felt that even with the ability to gather two mourning banshees, he could n’t make a body , At least get rid of the restrictions on items. As a result, is it still such a thing to carry on its own.

"Don't be disappointed. Take me to see."

"Please change the argument." Zac commented so, but he still stroked the thimble in front of his fingers, feeling that this diameter was created for the middle finger. Bring it on, it fits perfectly. Zac was quiet for a while, looking at his middle finger, "Then? I should go to the early needle to thread a thread or something ... Hey!"

Zac pressed his middle finger, and the sudden tingling had been reflected on his face. It wasn't Zac's expression control that failed. It was real, true, and it hurt. I felt my fingers were stuck with a thousand needles in an instant. Everyone can try.

The bright red began to penetrate and fill the small holes on the thimble. After normal human exercise, a little sweat beaded from the enlarged pores on the skin. It's just that Zac's **** has holes that are denser than pores.

Zac was completely lost. He watched his fingers bleed and he forgot to do the healing. The bright red covered the entire knuckles, but the thimble was completely buried under the bright red and could not be seen.

"So ..." Zac looked at Ping Bai's injured finger. "Anthony asked you not to hurt me. This is your solution." Zac is hurt now.

"Let's go to the backyard." Sam said so. "Let's attack something. Uh, soul alien, Ryan."

Zac frowned, still obedient, and walked down the back porch to the center of the backyard.

"The way the vampire fights the soul's alien race is--" Sam doesn't want to vomit his vampire, so he will leave it to Zac.

Zac hasn't had any mood changes. Since the birth of the vampire, everyone has done this, there is no shame, and Ryan raised his hand to the unknown. A bright red flew out of Zac's fingers and sank into Ryan's body.

Ryan was indifferent for three seconds. He deliberately stayed in Grande for so long, and Zac did not spill blood on him. Suddenly the pain was over, anyway, he relied on the seeds of Soul Extraction underground, not afraid of being corroded to death. Zac can't get what he wants. Ryan is so naive, there is nothing to say.

But only three seconds.

Ryan's translucent face just made a frightened expression. It's like a collapse. The boundary between the body and the world is like throwing it into the surface of a boulder, which was torn after a fierce shock. The bright red flashing-the imprint of the soul, collapsed from the leaked body, just drifting away, absorbed by the illuminated spell on the ground, and shrunk into the ground.

Zac blinked, "Ryan? Are you still alive?"

The ground did not answer Zac. The answer was ‘Zac ’s middle finger’, “He ’s still alive, and I ’m not ready to kill Spella ’s son.”

"Sam." Zac looked at the ground. The vampire could no longer feel the existence of Ryan, but the seeds of the psychic grass underground were still there, so he believed that Sem was good. "Explain." Zac knew his own. Blood cannot have such a powerful effect.

"It's me." Sam began to explain. "I told you long ago that I'm good at soul witchcraft."

"Witchcraft?" Zac looked at his middle finger, still bleeding, now that Zac didn't want to heal, but couldn't. It is obvious that there are organs in the inner circle of the thimble, and Zac ’s fingers are embedded, and Zak ’s blood is continuously sucked to fill the dense pits to cover the entire finger. Healing is hampered-Torredo is not Zmich, Zac cannot grow this thimble into his body. "I didn't see you use witchcraft."

"Because it was hidden in the blood you threw out."

"Oh ~" Zac raised an eyebrow, who could think of it, standing on the opposite side four centuries ago, attacking each other in red (witchcraft mantra is crimson, vampire blood, too), can gather together and hide each other . It ’s not an extraordinary reason, it ’s the same color ...

"Let's go attack something else." Sam continued, no entity, but could see from his pause that he was considering the next target, "Well, you call Charlie."

"You won't let me pierce Charlie's heart." Zac didn't move. Fools can think of the current Sam as proudly demonstrating his functions. Even Ryan, Charlie, Zac still cares. Such a dangerous presentation, just use what you say, "You speak directly."

"Okay." Sam agreed. "You use blood control techniques."

Zac did so. At first, there was no obvious effect. It seemed that Zach's **** was dripping blood a little slower. But, after that, blood began to condense on Zac's middle finger.

This seems to be the most successful picture of Eli's blood control skills, but it makes Zac confused. "Then what?" Georgina once said that blood control in the end can stop the blood loss of the broken limb from healing, Let the vampires complete the battle without losing existing power. But Zac doubted that this suppression of blood loss from a **** would have any effect on combat.

But soon, Zac shuddered flatly.

"felt it."

Zac's face is uncontrollable ... disgusting, "I feel it. You are in my body." It literally means. Sam, in Zac's body!

"I know you are uncomfortable, but if you unlock the blood control, your blood will start to flow again. I will die in an instant."

"It didn't make me feel comfortable." Zac said nothing, and at the same time, Zac squatted and pressed his hands against the muddy, wet, and slightly elastic ground (snow). Not controlled by Zac.

"Now, look." Sam reminded Zac.

Zac can't do anything but watch. Too much happened to Zac for the first time. As a vampire, the body was invaded by a soul? Zac didn't know how to react.

Then something happened that would humiliate both the Lord ’s faith and the witchcraft faith. See, vampires are using witchcraft--

The snow on the ground rises in reverse on the red spreading ground and intersects with the snow falling from the sky ~

"Zac! What are you doing !!!"

It was Old Hank who shouted from the window in the living area.

Zac stood up before more people appeared in the window over Old Hank. His face was complicated, and the blood coagulated by his **** had also flowed back, but the blood red was not covering the thimble. When all the red dripped from the middle fingertip, Zac removed the thimble. Pouting for a while, he put Sam into his pocket without saying anything.

"We still have something to talk about." Sam is still talking. "Cici who has come in the morning has been disturbing Alice and Maya's transformation of me. I think she wants to steal our results and use her wizard (Angu) Body. "

Zac pouted, recalling Sissy's expression when he gave the thimble to himself—white eyes. I don't feel worried about it for the time being. Father Dans, who was waiting on the back porch, did not respond to Sam.

Sam continued. "There is also the recurrence of death after the soul has expanded. I have studied John's research. I think I have a theory."

This is what Zac is willing to listen to, but Zac does n’t want to talk to the wizard who has just used his body now-that complex emotion needs time to settle. Before Dans stood up, this heralded that the next stage of the dialogue was about to begin, and said to Sam, "Say the conclusion."

"It's not a conclusion, it's just a theory. The death occurred in the bus case, because there were humans, drivers, and conductors of Button City in the bus. The death happened in Back Bay University (eliminated by the black cat biscuit) because of the self-explosive The person is a person who lives in Barton. At least, his life has reached a point where he needs to attend a ridiculous rally to express his attitude towards life. I do n’t know the general ’s side. But we are on the Grand side. The death reappeared, because the self-explosive man had just drilled out of Zmiche ’s body, and his only expression of the world was a smile to you. "

Zac froze as Dans stood up. I don't know if you have thought about a problem. Will the death of a newborn baby recur? Babies, can you tell the difference between life and death? Babies, because of confusion and confusion, do they question whether they are qualified for life or death?

Dans had been waiting for a long time, he didn't notice Zac's stunned spirit, "I don't want to go to prison."

Zac can only change his mood, "Why?"

"When Eric was still there, I went to prison with him. You don't understand, there are very devout believers of the Lord's faith in the prison ..." Dans was distressed. "They firmly believe in the so-called salvation, but I know! Especially now I am very clear that it is false! Human judicial trials will not affect the outcome of the faith trial. "This is a fact, Sissi said, not the original words, but in this sense, recall Sissi To James, how did the Holy Lord use the "model" to define the standard for human souls to go to heaven and hell, and how this standard has changed with the times, "Any redemption that people do while they are alive is just to believe A scam created by gaining soul! All things are just about how people obey the teachings of faith! You obey enough! You go to heaven, you do not obey enough! Hell! "

Zac glanced at Dans and did n’t speak, but his eyes were, you do n’t need to be so straightforward-the Lord ’s faith created an illusion of using piety to judge the good and evil. In most respects, this standard is not The problem is that there is no need to use truth to fight the enthusiasm of those who are devout.

Dans should have accepted Zac's eyes and was more excited, "I don't want those people to go to heaven! I don't want those people's desire to become a faith in the future, dominate my behavior! I don't want to ..." Dans' face was constipated "I don't want to kill the Republicans anymore!"

Zac frowned, "The Republican incident is over." Although neither Dans nor Eric have explained much, "Why do you think the people in the prison will affect you?" Perhaps it can be explained now. .

"What do you think is the source of the desire to purge the Republican heretics ?!" Dans was a little too excited. "It's a prison! It's the closed space! We can now often see the faces of Republicans on the street. Hole! But do you think you can see live republicans in places like the prison that have no contact with the outside world ?! "

Zac's face was a little more dignified. "What do you mean. Are you saying that those in the prison who are pious to the faith have an absolute resistance to the republic?"

"Of course they do! Do you know where these prisoners went to work after I went out to get the Grand Midway House?"

"How do I know." Zack pouted.

"Hermann factory! Uh, you know what the usual work items of those in prison? Only make license plates! The reemployment activities that they are trained for most of the time in prison are for the Herman factory! "

Zac felt that the topic was a bit far away, "It has nothing to do with their hate of Republicans."

"Of course! The factory is gone! Now all the job opportunities advocated by Barton are related to the Republican trade!" Dans is still very excited. "Outside, we have evening schools, we have newspapers, news, and various channels for the people. Contact, learn, and adapt to industries related to the Republic. But in prison! Nothing! "

Zac looked at Dans, "So those people are abolished when they get out of prison. What they want to enter is not a new era that has passed many years, but a new world."

"Yes! People, will be afraid! Faith, responded!"

Those cruel tortures and beheadings of the Republic ... The source, originally a group of devout prisoners, are you afraid ...

Zac was silent.