The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

The first floor of the North Headquarters of the Barton Police Department. Here, the noise is different from the usual time. The detectives are all in a languor, lying at their desks. Eight ● One? ★ Chinese? Net. www.81zw.com ★ Coulson ’s head is like a float on the water, he moves up and down, he is too sleepy! His bright forehead occasionally hit the table, this time he would be awake. The pen in his hand quickly filled in a few words in the form in front of him, and then the eyelids closed again, continuing to float up and down like a float.

"Wake up! Coulson! Detective Coulson!"

Coulson felt that his inhuman shoulders were being pushed by someone, and an excited spirit sat up and shouted: "The report will be written immediately! Write it immediately!"

But when he looked at the table in front of him, he saw that he was half a dream and half awake graffiti, far from the written report of the monitoring task last night!

"Humph!" The report in front of Coulson was picked up: "Do you want to hand it over! My three-year-old daughter is more talented than you for painting!"

Coulson pushed away his seat and stood up, his sleepiness had disappeared completely. The person in front of him was the chief of the Patton Police Department, and Coulson was only a police detective in the northern homicide group. This was his boss ’s boss. Boss-Director of Cologne.

"Director Cologne! I will rewrite it immediately!" The arrival of this great man is more effective than ten cups of coffee!

"No need." Director Cologne rubbed the graffiti and waved. "I asked your partner. Nothing happened yesterday." Cologne glanced at James sitting at the table opposite Coulson and nodded. .

James was stuffing a donut into his mouth at this time, and Cologne frowned slightly. He didn't understand why the only son of General Lance was different from the rumor. It is said to be a calm young man who tempered the will of 'steel' in the army, but what Cologne sees now is just a second-generation official who is overeating but lacks ethics.

"Attention everyone!" Cologne temporarily ignored James, raised the volume, and woken the dumb detectives. When everyone saw the big man, they immediately got up and stood up.

"Every day of continuous work for three consecutive days, everyone is very hard. Bayi ▼? Middle ▲ ● Wen Wang www.81zw.com? I already know that there are no suspicious incidents, now everyone, go back to take a good rest, written work can be after Do it! Just like that, let it go! "

The tired detectives were relieved, packed up their things and prepared for a good rest. Of course, when the sun goes down, they will appear on street corners, in cars, around bars, and watch the city of Barton in the night.

"Coulson, James, you come with me." Cologne turned around and walked to the office of the gang leader on the first floor.

The team leader was not there, only a young man with a gray hat was sitting in the middle, looking a bit cautious.

Detective Coulson habitually observed the thin man and began to create a profile of the person: lack of exercise, pale skin, slightly lower body, and loose hip muscles. He is a person who has been sitting in the office for a long time.

"This is Detective Coulson and Detective James (Lance)." Cologne began to introduce: "This is an employee of the Barton Telecom North District Communications Bureau, Mr. Fitz."

The man named Fitz stretched out his right hand and shook hands with the two nervously. "Just call me Fitz."

Coulson had already guessed that this week, there was a problem with communications in the North Barton area. The telephones of the government and the citizens occasionally cannot be reached. Just yesterday two senators visited. The smooth communication between Barton City and the outside world is very important. The problem of poor communication has become an important issue.

This was not part of the Patton Police Department's work. Coulson wondered why this man named Fitz came to the murder team.

Cologne nodded to Fitz, "You took two police detectives to the scene." Then turned to Coulson and said seriously, "Remember, we don't want what you see next to be rumored! If Barton Daily gets A little wind! I will take your badge! "

When Coulson was startled, the horse saluted: "Yes! Director!"

When the three of them withdrew, Cologne's eyes were on James, frowning, but he didn't speak. "≤8" ≤1 "≤Chinese" ≤text, www.8.1z.COM

The three went out of the police station and got into Fitz's car. This is an old van with the "Barton Communication" logo printed on the door. It seems that the vehicle eliminated by the city government was bought by this Fitz.

"Detectives, have you had breakfast? I know a great burger restaurant." Fitz's voice was a little nervous, and the hand holding the steering wheel was shaking, he was looking for a topic to relax himself.

"Don't be nervous, you're safe." Coulson had seen such people a lot, and he could guess that the little man obviously saw something that he shouldn't see. Fear came to the police station for help, but what he saw would cause a bad impact, so Director Cologne issued a secret order for this mission.

"We don't yet know where we are going?" Coulson tried to let his tone down. "Fitz, you may tell us our destination first."

"Um. Well, we are going to my friend's house, his name is David. Uh, to be precise, yes, it is going to his basement ..."

Coulson's hands are shaking more and more, and his expression becomes frightened.

"I, uh, I have something, it looks like David, but I'm not so sure ..."

Coulson frowned, and honestly, he didn't understand what Fitz wanted to express. He put Fitz's trembling hand on the steering wheel with one hand, helped him stabilize the direction of the van, and asked: David, your friend David, is he in the basement of his house? "

"No ... this is where I am not sure ..." Fitz had a confused, frightened face, "David, he is working now ..."

"What does David do?"

"Like me, we work at the Barton Telecom Bureau. We are colleagues and friends ..."

Coulson thought for a while and asked, "Is the thing you see, the thing in David's basement, alive?"

Fitz shook his head: "No, sir. That's something I've seen that is so dead ..."

"Fitz. Where is the burger restaurant you mentioned?" James sitting in the back seat suddenly asked, "I'm hungry, I need food."

Coulson turned angrily to look at James, but he had no affectionate eyes on James.

"Freak," Cosson mumbled, and stopped talking.

This is not the first time Coulson said so. When he first showed this guy an amazing amount of food, he expressed such emotions. But at the time, this was just a veteran ridicule for rookie, and as time went by, it had been almost a week to become a partner with James. Such ridicule became a mantra.

James got a Big Mac as he pleased. Coulson didn't care about this partner. Gradually, he also found out the temper of the second generation of officials. As long as he was given food, he wouldn't hinder him. So when the van was parked in front of David's friend David's house, Coulson gave the order to stay with James, who was still dealing with Hamburg.

"During this time, many citizens reported problems with the telephone line." Fitz took Coulson, found the key on the eaves, and entered David's house. "So I often turn around in the city to check the line and other problems. . David is not good at these jobs, so he stayed in the control room. "

The two walked through the living room. This is a very ordinary two-storey residential house, one is the living room, the kitchen, and the second floor is the bedroom. The furnishings and decorations are also quite normal.

The basement door was down the stairs on the second floor, and Fitz opened the door, and a cold pavement came.

"David's house is inherited from his parents, so he has a large basement!" Fitz led the way and walked down: "Every Wednesday night, we will come here with friends to play the game" Dragon and Dungeon "... … "

"What game?" Cosson asked subconsciously.

"Uh, a role-playing game ... In short, yesterday, when we came, David was not at home now." Fitz turned on the light in the basement, and as he said, this basement was large. Unlike the storage of sundries in the basement of ordinary people, this basement is filled with swords made of foam, capes of various colors ...

Coulson roughly imagined the game, adding two more words to Fitz's character profile-nerd (dead house).

"David is always the 'master of the dungeon'. Without him, we can't play." Fitz walked in one direction and continued: "So we waited for a while, but he never showed up, friend. After they gave up, they left. "

Coulson looked around, and he also had character costumes, but the types were not magicians, elves, etc., but doctors, nurses, judges, prisoners, etc ... Do you understand?

"David never missed Wednesday's game night, so I was a little worried." Fitz had walked to a horizontal wooden box. He opened the lock and flipped the wooden box lid to reveal the white freezer inside, " So I stayed a little longer. Then, I have this now. "

Fitz opened the door of the freezer.

Detective Coulson approached and glanced.

No wonder the Director of Cologne does not want this to be public. Because so far, the twelve missing victims are all x women. And now, lying in this freezer is a citizen of Barton City who has a legitimate job and is harmless.

"Why do you think this is your friend David?" Coulson frowned, the head of the corpse, and most of the body had disappeared, because of the freezing, the forensic doctor could not confirm the time of death.

Fitz tremblingly extended his finger and pointed somewhere: "Tattoo, David likes to be the lord of the dungeon, so he has‘ dm ’on his body ..."

Coulson looked at the two letters, sighed, and patted Fitz on the shoulder: "I'm sorry." Although Fitz had always used the "like" before, but such tattoos testified, this person can already confirm It was his friend David.

Coulson closed the freezer and pulled Fitz with his red eyes aside: "Now, tell me about the‘ David ’who is still working.”