The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

James had a little consciousness. A little bit, about a soft dream. Most things used to describe softness are cotton and clouds. For example, I feel lying on a cloud made of cotton. But James's feeling is that he is a cloud made of cotton.

Then this little bit of consciousness has some extension. Before the dream. It hurts.

Most things used to describe pain are related to physical damage. For example, production, injury ... But James feels more, more, desperate. death. The kind of pain that you know the pain will lead your life to but can't stop it.

This germinated consciousness continued to spread. Before the pain, yes, yes ...

"Finally, you wake up." Impatient face and impatient voice.

This face!

Uh, no. Not this face. The face in James's consciousness is more wide, big, full, spiritual ...

"Wow wow ..." James wanted to say, ‘Who are you! "The result is just a few strange screams.

"Uh, wait a minute." The thin hand pinched James 'chin and pushed up, "Don't move." James' struggle was held down, "Whether the vocal cords are before or after the trachea? test."

The sensation of something moving in his throat spread across James.

"Try again." Impatient voice command.

"Who are you! Where are we ?!" James' free hand grips his throat, smooth!

"I saved you." The strange skinny shrugged and seemed unwilling to ignore James. He walked away, sat back in the corner chair, and picked up something similar to the manuscript to continue reading.

James only consciously looked around at this time.

Here is the interior. Judging from the furnishings, it is not a home for anyone. It is probably just a humble hourly hotel room in the Becky area. As everyone knows, the doors and windows are closed and the light is pink and dim, and the bed is the kind of main furniture. James is on the bed.

James turned black because he found that his clothes had changed, which not only did not fit, but also did not fit his style as a diamond bachelor ...

James didn't have time to observe more. The strange thin man bent over, lifted a jar on the ground, took a few sips, put it down, and continued turning the page.

James froze for a moment, and immediately, "You are a vampire!" James recognized the jar, the blood tank of the 'General'.

It seems that he doesn't like James's tone. The strange thin man glanced at James. "You are human." It's kind of ridiculously naive. You poke me, I poke you.

Looking back at the paper page I was looking at, "You need to thank me for saving you, you are still human."

James is not prepared to stay here and talk to a strange vampire. Huh, do you still need to guess James's behavior pattern? He quickly jumped out of bed and ran towards the door.

"I think Zac's biggest mistake in Button is to make you alive." Inexplicably, he crossed the only big furniture, the bed, from the corner of the room, and reached James, who had pressed his hand on the doorknob.

James looked back somberly, staring at the corner. Detectives are still a bit professional. Except for the change of his clothes and the initial inability to speak, he has not suffered any harm, so just walk away, is it too ... wasted.

"who are you?!"

"Oh." The vampire in the corner smiled. "As if I told you the name, you know who I am." This is a good philosophy-the name is just the ultimate expression of the code name. The thin man moved his body, and once again mentioned the blood tank that should not belong to him, sucking and sucking, "But I know who you are. James Lance." The pages in his hand were swaying. To show that he knew who James was from.

Illusion, this thin man is not so thin.

James still maintains a posture that he can open the door at any time. "That's Madison's manuscript ?!" James just didn't take long lessons. The questions he asked have not been answered positively, but they are still persistent.

"Zac should let you die and let the alien take your place." The vampire is still commenting on the story on the book page.

"Do you know Zac ?!" James' speechless prejudice, "Who are you ?! What does he want to do?"

The blood tank in the corner was lifted again, and this time he held his head straight up unconsciously.

Not an illusion. The thin man became fat. The blood canister was also empty, thrown aside casually, and the vampire stood up. The pages in his hand were swayed casually, crumpled and thrown into a trash can beside the bed. With a glance at James, he ignored it, rebuilt it on the nightstand, found a match, lit it, and threw it in the trash can.

The two watched the flames in the trash can go from vigorous to extinguished.

James said, "How many manuscripts did you burn ?!" Detective's belated observation, the ashes in the trash can were a little full.

The only question answered well, "Look at a roll and burn it." The tone made James easily uncomfortable. "That's the first roll. I read it backwards." The vampire seemed to hesitate and sorted out and left When James lay on the bed with traces, "If it wasn't for waiting for you to wake up, I wouldn't see it in front. I don't care." One glance at James, who was still in the doorway, "Fortunately, I read , Now I know that it ’s you who started all wrong. "

James was inexplicably nervous, staring at the vampire approaching himself, "What are you doing ?!"

The vampire's already generous hand held James' hand on the doorknob, and the two were a little embarrassed.

The sound of the door lock twisting, "Open the door." The vampire replied while pulling the door open, "If you don't go out, I want it." It really went out.

"Where are you going ?!" James caught up. He does not accept the status quo in which he is answered without a question. Such is the case of unconscious human beings.

"The scene where Banlin blew up next time." It doesn't matter if it leaks.

"what?!"

In the corridor outside the room, the light source is still dim. As James judged, this is indeed a Becky hotel, and the exit still stands the woman who still wants to show her money-making tools in this winter climate.

"Are you going to follow me." The vampire's speed is also strange. James's position has not changed, whether it's a step or a trot. It seemed that the vampire who led the way wanted James to follow.

"Are you going to ..."

Stepped into the street. The accident was still dizzy. Then James realized, "When is it now ?! How long have I slept ?!" The last paragraph in James's memory, or just in the afternoon, he completed the search operation of the accidental harvest of the police, and then let Da West went to Zac. Now, it is already dusk before night.

"Sleep? Ha ha." The vampire smiled. "You walked back before death, James Lance. It took me a day to fight you back. You haven't said thank you."

"..."