The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

Have you ever been to a public toilet? If it's not compelling, no one wants to share privacy with a bunch of strangers ... a place for utensils.

And the reason why we are discussing this topic here ... is ... there is a guy who 'harassed-harassed' Barton citizens on such occasions, which has had a serious impact on the harmonious progress of society and has reached the point of being alerted .

Chapman held down his colleague who was with him. "Probably just a drunk old drunkard. I'll just check it out."

A police colleague glanced at the sign representing ‘male only’ in the public toilet, “You ’re right! I ’m still young, I do n’t want to see anything that casts a shadow on myself!”

Chapman smiled and patted his colleague, "Go and wait for me in the car."

Chapman walked into the public toilet himself.

"Ah. Finally." The old man leaning on the sink ... Not too old, looks like sixty or so, a little short, "The people who are required by law to help citizens appear." Obviously, the old man was talking Puman this policeman.

"Are you a citizen?" Believe me, this is definitely not a law enforcement process, but Chapman himself has to ask.

The old man touched his pocket and took out a wallet. After fiddling for a while, he opened his wallet and pulled out an ID card. "This says I am. Frank Gilberg."

"Let me see your ID." This is the normal procedure. Chapman reached out.

The ID card was placed in Chapman's hand, but Chapman did not immediately look at the ID card, but first looked at the mirror on the sink.

"Mr. Gilberg from Vega, you have no image." Chapman noted down the number on the ID card and returned it.

"And Officer Chapman." Mr. Gilberg leaned forward and looked at the badge on Chapman's chest. "Your soul has been bought by the devil."

Chapman frowned, "Why are you here."

Mr. Gilberg shrugged his shoulders, "I'm asking for directions. I tried to ask passers-by patiently on the street, no one ignored me, and then I was irritated, I grabbed the last person who rejected me, and brought this Place. "He tilted his head," What is this place? I was just looking for a closed building, so that I could get the information I wanted, but after I came in, I found that people of all classes come in and out here, they Excretion, smoking, or ... do something else. "The old man raised his eyebrows.

Chapman pursed his lips, "This is a public toilet." Chapman cared about "You said you caught someone over?"

Raising his hand and pointing to a compartment, "I believe no matter who called the police, let you appear here, misunderstanding his dying moan into other things."

Chapman's face became ugly, and he walked to the compartment, pushed the door open, relieved that the guy crooked on the toilet was alive. Chapman looked back at the old man, "Thanks, for not killing civilians."

"I was distracted. Too much information was in his blood, making me a little ... nausea." Mr. Gilberg touched his eyebrows.

"Did you get the way you asked." Chapman was checking the signs of the living, and preliminary judgments, except for the anemia and coma, did not matter.

"No. Otherwise I won't wait for the police to appear here." Mr. Gilberg's wrinkled face had a smile on his face. "I'll wait for you, demon police ~" He might think this is a joke.

Chapman didn't smile, "Where do you want to go?"

"Wizard's laboratory."

No wonder no one answered this old guy.

Chapman twitched the corner of his mouth uncomfortably and said, "Well, how about I send you to the Grand Funeral Home?"

The old man smiled, "Do you know who I am?"

"Yes, I know. You are the ancestor of Lesenbra."

"What exposed my identity? The image? The ID card? Or did I just say that the information in the blood made me nausea?" Although it was a question, the Mr. Gilberg smiled all the way.

"No. It's Director Darcy. He said that you might arrive in Barton in about a week. The police in the bureau know that there are aliens. Be prepared."

"Darcy? Who?"

"Uh, the inheritor from the Demon Banquet is now the chief of Patton Police."

"Oh." Mr. Gilberg waved his hands uninterestingly. "How many police officers in Patton Police know about aliens?" Packing him seemed to be really curious about the latter question.

"Three." Chapman pouted.

"Oh, it must be the brushed son and his friend, and then, you. Right?"

Brushed? It took a while for Chapman to understand that the other party was talking about Lance, "Yeah." He didn't want to correct the other party.

"Oh, then I guess, the first person I came across was an interracial person who was lucky, demon police." Mr. Gilberg smiled. Understandably, Darcy is talking about a week-the arrival of the ancestor of Lesenbra, ahead of schedule. As for luck, huh, James and Weiss count as the feasts, don't they? Then, "Devil Police" Chapman, who counts as the devil? Of course not!

Chapman didn't respond to each other's words, and of course it was impossible to ask the other party why he came to Patton earlier. Huh, Chapman doesn't feel qualified to ask. But he knew that someone could ask, so, "I can only send you to the Grand Funeral Home."

"Don't you know where the wizard's laboratory is?" Mr. Gilberg began to approach Chapman.

"I don't know." Chapman didn't hide, and he extended his hand and revealed his wrist. "If you don't believe it, look at it yourself." In fact, this is a very correct approach-if you take the initiative, at least You can avoid being bitten where you do n’t want to be bitten. This is the reason.

Mr. Gilberg stopped approaching Chapman and gave a smile, "I believe you."

"Then, are you going to Grande, or should I be the one ..." Chapman pointed to the unconscious person in the lower compartment. "It doesn't exist on the police report." The meaning in the words is that even this The second meeting also seemed to be non-existent-the ancestors of Lesenbra were still on their way through the Federation.

"I need food." Mr. Gilberg's lips moved. "Clean food, so I don't think I have any choices. I can only enjoy the hospitality of Toledo."

Chapman nodded and relieved, "Come with me."

"Oh, right." Mr. Gilberg added, "Please still make these non-existent." Indicate the public toilet already behind, "I told my dear son, I want to experience modern human transportation. Are you a father, Officer Chapman? If you are, you know, a father never wants his son to find out that he lied to him ~ "

"I am a father." Chapman looked back at Mr. Gilberg. "I understand."

"well."