The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

1 super outline

There is a theory that when people take long-distance transportation, they will be forced to have different values, habits, and ideas from different places, classes, and environments because they are trapped in a closed space moving at a high speed. People get along, and Mosquito produces a special chance.

But the theory is the theory. If you meet someone who is willing to pay three times the fare for privacy, please leave your place. Even if you bring a rich and beautiful life story, there is no way to rub out any thing.

So as the urine of this story, we could have seen a passerby's life story as the opening chapter, but this passerby was 'invited' away by Weiss, and we still have two familiar faces and one so far, we all Glasses man who doesn't know the name.

"Do you want to play a game?" Weiss flipped out a set of poker and looked at James, who had kept looking out the window for two or three hours. "Blackjack? Guess the size? ..." game. His ideas are simple, he needs James to communicate with himself. This silent state of James worries his friend.

"He doesn't play cards." The glasses man turned a page of his book. "When Dell decided to kill the hostages, he used cards to decide who to kill."

Weiss's face was wrinkled into a rag, staring at the glasses man. "Remind us why you are going to follow us back to Barton?" If Wes can, Wes definitely paid for the glasses man to leave, but his The bid has reached ten times the fare, the glasses man does not agree.

"I want to see Zachary Torrido." The glasses man's eyes turned away from the book in his hand, and he pushed his glasses, seriously answering Weiss' question, "I want to see him. It's good to be on one side."

Weiss twitched his lips and didn't want to look at the spectacled man, and accepted poker. There is a blue muscle in the forehead that is continuing to rack up his brain to try to make James interact.

And James, keep looking out the window. At the same time that countless blurred things are being thrown behind the train at high speed, there is no focus of sight.

Taking advantage of this temporary silence, observe James. He was obviously thinner, and he was kidnapped for more than half a month. Obviously it is not a healthy lifestyle, so it is understandable. In addition, his face is not very good-looking, let alone those with dark circles, the nose bridge is crooked, a dark red block in the middle of the face, just split his entire face, giving people An inexplicable sense of separation-it feels like his brain will break away from his body at any time and run away.

Bruises on the exposed neck and wrists are traces left by the bondage. It might be better if James is relaxed, but he seems to have been watching the landscape in a tight state, whether it is a clenched fist or a meridian collapsed on the side of the neck. The impression is that it will explode at any time.

Weiss is really worried.

"I'm sorry!" Weiss suddenly reached out and pressed on James's clenched fist. "If it wasn't for Vega when I left you, you wouldn't be tied by Dell ..."

James withdrew his fist and said nothing.

Weiss's attempt failed again, but he hadn't given up yet. He knew that a topic would certainly attract James' attention-"Don't blame Zac!" So now, it does n’t mean Weiss ’s true view of Zac, “If it ’s not Zac ’s trouble to let that person (tough guy) find me, I wo n’t leave you ...”

Sure enough, James responded-the sight looking out the window was focused. However, James hadn't spoken yet, and the glasses guy took the lead. "No matter what the reason is, I believe Zachary Torredo must be kind ..."

Now Wes is really angry, staring at the glasses man, "Can you stop saying 'Zacree Torredo'! You keep saying the full name of his name as if it makes sense! It doesn't! He all Don't care about your name! So! Stop talking about him! "We can see that Weiss doesn't know what he's angry about, that's how angry he is, who catches him.

The spectacled man's lips moved, silently turning the pages of his book.

Weiss gave an irritable noise and looked back at James. That's great. When I was interrupted by the glasses guy, James' er status returned to its original state.

But at least Wes found his way. "You were kidnapped at his villa! So it's Zac's fault!" Wes stared at James' face and was not about to miss a trace of change. "Dell is also his employee! He should stare at his employees! "James did respond, and the focus appeared, and the strength of his fist seemed to have changed. Wes continued to work harder." After going back this time, I will not be on his side! I It ’s all on your side! James! Let ’s talk to Zac about an argument! Let us apologize! Let him compensate ... ”

"Your brother is dead." James said, but not Wes, and after looking away from the window, he fell directly on the spectacled man looking down at the book. "You have nothing to do." Voice, yes It's incomprehensible, somewhat hoarse.

The glasses guy didn't seem to be ready to be questioned by James suddenly, froze for a moment, and then closed his book slightly nervously, looking at James with a serious answer-of course, there were also to try to ignore Wei as much as possible. The reason for the murderous sight over here. "It was Dell Walker who died, not my brother. My brother ran away from home when I was a teenager. I didn't know Dell Walker." At the end, the male with his eyes lowered his head.

Weiss also made an attempt to join the topic that appeared when he finally pryed open James's mouth. "The person (military) of your father is dealing with those, and Oz will stay for a while to help. So and all the others' Collateral damage '... "Kate said to Zac on the phone, was it? Someone was dead, a civilian," Same, they will handle everything. He. "Annoyed pointing glasses man," He can't do anything he wants. . "

James ’s emotionally focused sight fell on the book put down by the glasses man, "Cain of the Divine Punishment," "I saw the soldiers encapsulating Dell's body." After a pause, other than that, there was no disclosure. James's emotional clue at this time, "Luck away with those 'collateral injuries', where?"

"I, I don't know. Funeral home?" Weiss shook his head restlessly, feeling that the topic was not suitable to continue-we know, the relationship between James and his father General Lance, hehe ... Weiss Ready to change the subject, "Speaking of the funeral home, why not go directly to Grande! Find Zac and let him compensate ..."

"Is Dell's Earthbound on this book." James's still stared at the book. "I remember hearing Oz let you burn this book."

The air is quiet.

Because, who can answer? Including James, the question, there are only three humans sitting here, and a book placed among the three is whether it is the last connection of some earth-bound spirit in the world here. This kind of question is beyond the scope.

2 flies

There are five seconds before four in the morning.

In the dark, Zac only sat on the edge of his desk with a blanket around his waist, and put his hand on the receiver. five four three two one. At the moment when the bell rang, Zac answered the phone, heard the meaningless abuse in the receiver began, put the receiver aside, looked at the clock with his shoulders, and waited for these ten minutes to disturb.

It has become a habit ~ It just became the intermission of Grande's two Toledo's "blood exchange" all night. Zac can stretch his body, and Louise can go to the basement to get some ‘supper’ ~

There is a hint of coolness in the air ... No, it is a heavy coolness. Although it is fading in winter, it is obviously the same as all things in this world. Even if it is left, the ink, the drag, and the reluctance to leave. It's not that the vampire minds anything, aside from the question of personal preference, the vampire looks the same in any environment.

Instead, Zac was happy that the numbness brought by the temperature faded on his skin. Zac raised his finger and fiddled with his boring, uh, chest ...

Don't blame Zac for an inexplicable time narcissizing his body, only Zac regretted that he had hurriedly talked to the last curseer at four in the morning. As I said before, the last guy scolded very creatively, and when he was offended, there was a sense of expectation-what ridiculous nonsense can be said in the guy's mouth.

But now this guy who has no other words on the phone besides repeating ‘x you, x your family’ is really boring.

Here comes the fun-

Zac is missing the curse he cursed himself before ... It ’s not specific, anyway, when Zac is bored, there is a tone change in the earpiece on the desk, that ’s what you said The whole family changed into a violent collision after this tone change, followed by a wailing noise.

Zac's hand stopped in the air, and he froze for a moment, looking sideways at the receiver.

"Please! Don't kill me !!!"

Zac raised his eyebrows and stared at the receiver where the sound came out.

"Don't, don't, ah !!!"

Zac's raised eyebrows turned into frowns, because the penetrating power of the wailing was so full that it had reached a harsh point in a quiet dark environment. Although it may not be possible, in case of waking up the Grand girl, such as Maya, then ... Zac picked up the receiver.

"I have family! Don't, don't! I have children !!!"

Zac, who picked up the receiver, did not speak, because no matter what happened over the receiver, he was not told to him, and even if Zac spoke, no one would reply.

"Don't !!! My child is human !!! He needs me! Don't kill me !!!"

Zac frowned deeper. Because this sentence is really ... strange.

Zac heard the sound of cutting, and then everything was quiet.

Louise came from the basement, holding two wine bottles in his hand. He was just here to say hello to Zac who was waiting for the call. Holds the handset, "What's wrong?"

Zac gave a shush gesture to Louise and stretched the receiver in front of him.

Louise approached, listening to the sound in the receiver with Zac.

The earpiece over there seemed to be picked up after being vacant, and Zac and Louise heard breathing at the same time.

Zac and Louise looked at each other, and Zac said, "Hello?"

Pa, it hung over there.

Zac glanced at the time before only 4.03. Louise also looked at the time, ten minutes before the habit, so, wondering, "What's the situation?"

"I think ..." Zac put down the phone and organized his own language. "Rute hired an alien who scolded me and was killed."

Louise blinked, "Sorry, say it again?"

"You heard me." Zac pouted and looked at the phone that had been dropped, "and I just heard the whole process of his murder."

"Oh." Louise's face was the expression of accidentally eating a fly. "That's really uncomfortable."

Louise was right. Everyone can imagine that it is uncomfortable.

The two vampires stared at each other for a while, or Louise said, "Well, should we, well, report a policeman?"

"Vega's?" Zac pursed his lips. "The police in the west don't like vampires." No more explanations. Looking back at Zac in the 200-year-old villa, and Nick about the order maintainer-the police, Discussion with the privileged class, the vampire. Zac waved his hand. "I don't know the alarm number in Vega."

The two vampires started looking at each other again.

Actually, they are waiting for the other party to say, "Don't happen." But that's what happens if you accidentally eat a fly-you can't really convince yourself that nothing happened!

So the two did n’t say anything at all, and finally, Zach picked up the receiver, “I should call Rute.” A lip curled, “Notify him, and change someone to scold me.” Uh, sin. what.

"Wait a minute." Louise held Zac's hand. "If ..." Louise blinked. "This is the new way Rout Rosembra came up to torture you? Intentionally let you Hearing you ca n’t do anything to murder, come to disgust you? "

Zac opened his mouth and opened it for a long time before saying, "That is, sincere, sincere, brilliant, and, thoroughly ... evil."

Louise was n’t ready to give Rutte such a high rating, lipping her lips, "If you make a phone call, just hit him in the arms, he will succeed. He will know you care, he will continue to torture in this way in the future you."

Zac squeezed the earpiece he had picked up, his face twisted, "He has succeeded, and now I don't know if he is torturing me or I am torturing myself."

Louise pressed the receiver back, "We will know it at four o'clock tomorrow morning. If we change our personal call, then we know it has nothing to do with us anyway."

This correct logic, no matter whether the murder is true or not, the substitution of Zac is a sign that Rute has at least dealt with this, er, situation.

Zac nodded and took the wine bottle handed over by Louise, and the two vampires walked out of the office in a somewhat inexplicable atmosphere.

Blood exchange? Forget it, I just ate the flies, and I was not in a mood.

"You said that Cyrus is getting blood?"

"Yeah." Louise was also in no mood. "Why don't we go today? I don't know if Cyrus will come to work today. The project on the new port side has almost taken away all the farmers who have winter breaks in the Southern District Now. "

"Really?" The two vampires chatted. "Falken's project in the new port was forced to this point by Fiona?"

"Yeah, didn't you read the newspaper yesterday? That's right, the Falcon family couldn't be announced on the social version of this kind of thing. Oh, on the advertising version, you didn't see the recruitment of workers in the advertising version?

"Uh, I haven't seen the advertised version."

"Yes, this kind of thing is not possible for the Falken family to be announced on the social version. It will only hide in the advertising version ~ you should see, there are many interesting things in the advertising version ~"

"Really? Like?"

"For example ... Some of Becky's nightclubs are recruiting dancers ~ specify that only the An'an and the Republicans ~"

"Wow, that's really interesting ~"

Don't judge, after eating the flies, everything is good.