The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

"Sir, sir !!! You didn't pay any money! Hey! Sir !!!"

Before the angry hawker rushed out, Craig stopped the other party, "Here, no need to find ..." and then caught up with the small step who had run away ... Fat, "Father, father ..." Craig's face ... painful, "You can't see anything stuffed into your body ..." Craig opened the coat of the man he called his father, and groped for a while, "Father? Where did you hide?" "

The smiling face of the fat man is covered with pleats ~ "I taught you what ~ put the weapon on the upper body, because you may use it at any time ~ put the toy on the lower body, when you are alone, you can take it out and enjoy it alone ~ ~ "

Craig squatted uncomfortably and began to fumble on his father's lap ...

"Roar, roar roar roar ..." This is the kind of laughter that tried to hold back, but failed, from above Craig.

Craig looked up helplessly, "Father?"

"Not on my lap ~ roaring roaring ..." The fat man's whole body trembling, "in my **** ~"

"father!"

"It's a bubble machine ~" The fat man bowed ... His **** turned slightly, giving Craig a "ready" look.

Craig shivered, and a bad hunch sprung up. Moved quickly, staring at his father's cocked ass.

Multicolored bubbles erupt from behind his father's ass? If this is the case. The pants that perfectly highlight the line of a fat man's buttocks, began to be stained and fainted by a circle of dark wet ...

"father!!"

"Oh." The fat man kept tilting his buttocks, but he turned his head and looked at his wet lower body. "Mistaken."

Craig grabbed the bulging fat man and took it to the public bench on the street.

"Father, please, stay here!" Craig asked, holding his father's shoulder.

The fat man looked at Craig with a pitiful look, "Don't you change my clean pants?"

"I will!" Craig covered his head. "But now! I really need to do something, I'm too late!"

"Can't I go together?" Poorly.

"No! You can't, I've explained it!" Craig ravaged his face, "You can't just enter Barton! The mayor of Barton is a person of Indian descent! You must have a legal status to enter ! "

"Oh ~" The fat man seemed happy. "You are going to take my new identity ~ I hope I have a cooler name ~ I look forward to it ~~"

"Yes! Keep looking forward!" Craig pointed at his father. "Stay here, don't move!"

The fat man gave two thumbs up.

Craig turned and entered the dark alley on the street, disappearing.

The fat man's expectations remained ... two minutes. He began to move his large **** frequently on the bench. Moisture is really not a pleasant experience.

Just as his big **** was about to leave the bench, a man sat next to him.

The man's mood did not seem to be good. As soon as he sat down, he opened the newspaper in his hand and began to flip through it.

The fat man tilted his head and looked at it for a while, "Life here is really convenient ~" The fat man started the conversation.

The man froze for a moment, then glanced at the fat man sideways. "Sorry? What are you saying?" It's quite normal for passers-by to react.

"I said that life here is so convenient ~" The fat man gave the man a smile. "There are machines and factories to make these novel things ~" Thick fingers pointed at the newspaper in the man's hand. "There is also this. A lot of copied information is delivered to everyone ~ "

The man frowned, "Yes." He turned his head and continued to turn over his newspaper.

"Where I come from, everything needs to be hand-made by people, even a child's toy requires a few days of work by a craftsman ~" The smile on the fat man's face is even worse, "hehe, as for the information, hehe, civilians simply I do n’t know the information ~ everything you know is called by a dirty drunk in the bar ~ "

The man looked strangely at the fat man again. Because the fat man mentioned the ‘dirty drunkard’, the man ’s eyes noticed the obviously wrong color of the fat man ’s lower body. The man frowned and moved aside.

"Oh!" The fat man glanced at his lower body, twisted his body around in his pants, and found a deformed plastic product, "broken ~"

The man saw the bubble machine in the fat man's hand, liquid was dripping at the twisted spout, and frowned slightly to expand a bit, folded the newspaper in his hand, jumped out a handkerchief from his clothes, and handed it to the fat man.

"Thank you ~~" The fat man seemed to be pleasantly surprised, took over the handkerchief, and the movement began to be twisted that people could not look directly at. He stuffed his handkerchief to ... everyone understood.

The man just stretched his eyebrows and frowned again, and said, "You should change it." It's very friendly for a passerby to give advice to another unknown stranger.

"Ah! My son ..." The word was quickly replaced, "Brother went to get it, I'm waiting for him here ~"

The man unfolded the newspaper in his hand again, "I hope your brother will hurry up." There is no sarcasm, "You may catch a cold, it is the flu season now."

"We don't have to name the seasons in spring, summer, autumn and winter?" Fat man, sincerely ... confused.

The man sitting next to him was more confused than a fat man. "Uh ... we used spring, summer, autumn and winter, but now we have flu."

"Oh." The fat man seemed to understand, nodding his head wide.

The man turned back to his newspaper again, but for some reason, he occasionally glanced at the fat man.

The fat man noticed and smiled, "I'm not a native ~"

The man twitched his lips and didn't respond, but he wasn't sneaking on the fat man.

"Are you a local?" The fat man didn't seem to be about to give up this 'encounter'.

"Yes ... no." The man frowned, as if the conversation had made him uncomfortable from the beginning, closed the newspaper again, looked at the fat man, and completely turned his body to the fat man, the kind Let go of what you have in hand, and prepare to find out what it feels like.

"I was born here and lived my childhood here, and then I did n’t go to college. My parents and I had an agreement. If I went to college, they would offer me to go to school. If not, I would live away from home and finish. Normal, there is nothing to complain about. So I went to Barton to work and start a family in Barton. So yes, I am a local, but I am not. "Suddenly put down the newspaper and said so much, just for this sentence, with the pair Check out the face, "What's your story, a stranger sitting next to me at random?"

Anyone who is socially conscious should know that when a passerby suddenly smashes his life story in front of you, it is when he says ‘sorry, bother’ and walks away consciously.

Pity.

The fat man blinked and got wronged, "I'll sit here first."

The man opened his mouth, took a deep breath, and returned to his body. "Sorry, when I didn't say that." I was ready to open the newspaper again, halfway through. "Huh!" Closed the newspaper and threw it aside, watching the sky at 45 degrees.

"You look troubled ~" The fat man regained his happy expression and moved to the man's side. "A stranger sitting next to me at random ~"

The man looked back at the face of the sky at a forty-five degree angle, looked at the fat man, and stayed quiet for three seconds. "Hehe." He smiled. "You are really a funny guy!"

The fat man smiled happily, "My brother said, if I'm not sure if what I said is suitable for this time (generation) ... place, I will quote others' words ~"

The man smiled and shook his head, "Your brother is a smart man."

"He is ~" The fat man shook his head and glanced at the newspaper that was thrown away by the man. "Newton Daily." Repeat the biggest words above, and then, "Is there nothing you are interested in?"

The man shrugged. "I hardly know the city anymore." There is a forty-five degree skyward trend.

"But you said your parents and your childhood are here ..."

It ’s not rude to be interrupted. "In my childhood, I lived in Barton. Barton is my home." The man shook his head and seemed to complain to himself, "It's not that stupid policy, I won't come back." "

The fat man blinked.

The man snorted again, this time it was not impatient, it was simple ... want to 'share'. He turned his body completely and put his hands on the shoulders of the fat man. "You talk about it! How can there be such a stupid policy ?! The place where I work is recalculating the employee pension, and then one of the nerve rules is, If a person ’s kinship lives in Button City, the pension can rise by two points! "

"Is there a lot of two points?" The fat man looked at his shoulder and didn't know what he was thinking, but the question seemed to be asked smoothly.

"A lot!" The man's hand left the fat man's shoulder, which was caused by excitement. The hand is now waving, "This is not the point! I don't know what our boss is thinking! Is his own employee unclear? I dare It is said that most of Barton ’s working-class kinship is not in Barton! ”The man groaned angrily.“ Barton has only existed for fifty years! The boss ’s heart is not counted! Somehow such a large number of employees ... … "Glancing at the East," things that the backbone of the enterprise cannot enjoy! "

It seems that the brain that occupies a lot of space is not all fat-fat man "Are you here to pick up your family and you to live in Barton?"

Wait.

Speaking of which, I haven't told you where it is. There is no need to hide.

This is Newton. Well, this may have been exposed long ago. However, we know how desolate Newton is. The chance of people sitting on public benches on the street is zero. Not to mention that there might be a street vendor who sells small toys like bubble machines to let a fat man ... 'stolen'.

Therefore, this is the only place in Newton where no matter how the city is defeated, it must be kept in a 'prosperous' place. transportation hub. This is the train station in Newton. More specifically, here is the street in front of the entrance. To be more specific, here is the entrance for people in Newton to leave here.

"Take it?" The man snorted again, shaking his head as if sad. "I just had a fight with my parents whom I haven't seen in a few years. Like I said, my home is in Barton, their home is Newton. "

"Then you will lose those two points." The fat man gave an empathetic expression, "I'm sorry."

The man took a deep breath and slowly shook his head. "Look again." The man immersed himself for a while, looking at the fat man, "What about you?"

"Me ~" The fat man laughed again. "I'm from a, well, very backward place ~"

"Huh." The man looked at the fat man, remembering the beginning of the encounter, and pouted, "Tell me, this is fair. I told you so much, you have to say something."

"It's a place of war. People hate each other. If you stand on someone else's site without permission, you will be burned to death." The fat man kept this smile on his face.

The man wrinkled his face, "Where? Isn't it the Federation. Why is there such a brutal thing now?"

The fat man raised his eyebrows, "Savage?" Then he recovered his smile, "Oh, I guess it's really savage."

"Okay." The man seemed to realize that he shouldn't comment on the origin of others. "I have nothing to say. Eleven years ago, the Federation also fought against the Northland." He looked at the fat man sincerely. , "I hope the status quo in your country is peaceful."

The fat man did not respond, and turned his head to smile.

The man would be mistaken. He thought it meant ‘There is no peace’. “You speak very well in the Federal language.” — How smooth the conversation changes.

"My brother taught me ~" The fat man picked up smoothly.

"He is a good teacher." The man also answered smoothly.

"Good teacher is here ~" The fat man suddenly stood up and looked at Craig with a smile, "Hi! Brother ~"

Craig's face was uncomfortable for a short time, "Hi! Brother!" The left hand is clean pants, the right hand is a document bag, and he is difficult to control his facial expression. "You have made new friends." Point to the man Head down.

The man nodded.

"Yes!" The fat man looked at the man. "He is ..."

Interrupted, "We should go." Clegra held the fat man. "You need to change your pants."

"Bai ~ random stranger sitting next to me ~"

"Oh, bye." The man smiled back. "I hope you can enjoy the peace of the Federation." Such a blessing is very good for a short get along.

Fat man, "I also hope you can solve those two points ~"

The two smiled at each other.

Just confirmed that no one paid attention to the things of the two, "Father! You can't casually contact Newton's people!"

"I know ~" The fat man smiled, "I asked him if he was a local ~"

Uh. Everyone has seen it here, and you should know that this fat man is the ancestor of Zmihi. Then, recall what Frank and the black cat revealed to me, what the true vampire ancestor means—

"Isn't he good? Now Newton is still an angel city! Angels are very sensitive to souls! They want all the souls in Newton!"

"Aren't I not eating him ~" The fat man laughed ... abnormally, "His soul is safe ~ There is still a chance to enter heaven or **** ~" Yes, it was completely eaten by the vampire ancestor of the real vampire Human beings, souls will go to purgatory.

Now go back and look at the beginning of the real conversation between the fat man and the man. Should be cold--

Fat man, "But I am really hungry, son."

"Hey, in twenty minutes' drive, we'll be at Barton. The ancestors of Toledo and Lesenbra have prepared food for you. You can endure for twenty minutes."

"Okay." The fat man blinked his eyes. "Tell me again what is their name?"

"Zachary Grande and Frank Gilberg." Craig opened the document bag, "and your name ..."

"Woo ~ I look forward to it ~"

"Bob Winston."

"Bob? Is it a cool name?"

"Cool!" Craig replied. He was the teacher of a guy who had been sleeping for four centuries. What did he say about the cool name of this era?