The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

James didn't ask for time, because he knew the effect of noon on the vampire, he was considered intimate. Eight ● One? ★ Chinese? Net. www.81zw.com ★ But Zac also failed to call Benjamin, Benjamin obviously was more willing to accompany Matthew this afternoon to make the final preparations before the full moon cycle.

So in the most intense moment of avoiding the sun, Zach drove Benjamin's truck to the north. But Zac is not alone, he also brought a Grand guy, a phantom man Daniel who floated beside them when they were chatting in the warehouse.

"We should still find you an identity." Zach smiled and said to Daniel on the co-pilot, "You are an illusion, but sway like a wandering soul, and your racial self-esteem is too weak."

Daniel smiled helplessly, if he had an illusory self-esteem, he would not have been so miserable. The Illusionary Man is an alien who gathers thousands of people together. Like Daniel, it may really be him alone. The Grand House has a lot of wonderful ideas, and hope has already penetrated everyone's heart.

Seeing Daniel as a default, Zac smiled and also had plans, he was not prepared to solemnly trouble Anthony, it was the trump card, it was not appropriate to use it casually. In the gray professional circle that he joined, doesn't there exist any guys with trading status? Perhaps this is an opportunity to increase the sense of integration.

The truck turned when it entered the North District on Highway 27, bypassed the factory under Herman's name, and drove towards [Paisin District]. Of course, his purpose was not Paisin, but on Ogil Street in Paisin East, where James said the scene of the case was.

This was already very close to where Daniel had lived, so Zac took him, and after dealing with James, he could go back to the apartment where Daniel used to visit the teenager in a wheelchair. Eight ▲ one ★ middle? ■ Wenwen. ww.8.11zw.com?

The truck stopped at the corner of the street, and Zach had seen the yellow cordon outside the building. Several people wearing this clergyman's costume stood outside the cordon and prayed. This is a sincere prayer. They are blessing their own kind to recover quickly in hell, so that they can climb out of **** and return to them.

Zac walked to the cordon and looked around, but didn't see Crowley's figure.

James and Coulson are together, and they frown out of a building. Coulson was very old-fashioned, not knowing what he was talking about, and looking at James's somber face, it was clear that the two detectives were visiting around and didn't get any useful information.

The buildings on Ogil Street are mostly six or seven-storey buildings, which are divided into many apartments, just like Daniel lived in. Far from the north center and close to the factory, the rent here is much cheaper than that of the former civil servant Wells.

The dark brown building walls were not painted outside, and the exposed bricks were cratered due to time wear. But these walls are not lacking in decoration, and a large number of colorful graffiti are painted on the walls. According to the city government's management of city appearance, these are all to be washed away.

But forget it, it's close to the Paisin district called "Passers". The people living here are not very nice to say that the taxes they pay cannot maintain such a large amount of cleaning work, so these 'decorations' are naturally preserved and will be renovated automatically in a few days.

Now James and Coulson were walking in the background of a huge graffiti that did not know what they wanted to express. Coulson opened his eyes wide and finally found the door hidden under the image of the eye and pushed open, Continue to visit the investigation. Eight? One ★ Chinese? Chinese? Net. ww.81ｚw.com ■

James looked at Zac before entering the open ‘eyes’, nodded briefly, and followed behind Coulson.

Zac nodded with a smile and walked to the cordon.

Zack is no stranger to Ogil Street. When he first came to Barton City, he and Benjamin would curiously follow Siberia on this street until they met Alice.

There was only one hapless police officer in front of the cordon guarding the scene. Apparently, when James called, he had already completed the site investigation and the evidence collection was over. In the next three or four days, if the scene fails to contribute any clues, the blockade here will be lifted.

Looking at the surroundings, the pedestrian has already passed the initial curiosity and walked past by ignoring it.

The praying clerics gestured to Zac without notice.

"You look hot, officer." Zac waved to the policeman who guarded the scene with a smile.

The police officer seemed to be reminded that he did not talk to Zac, but he lifted his police cap with one hand and wiped the sweat off his forehead.

Zac's eyes were red, "There is a cold drink shop on the corner, and it should be no problem to sit."

After a short period of confusion, the police officer looked at the clergymen who were not willing to leave. They seemed to say to themselves, "There should be no problem, these people are watching here."

When the police officer left and enjoyed the cold drink, Zac nodded to the clergy, pulled the cordon off, and went inside.

This is a narrow alley. When you enter, you can see that under the fire escape, the tramp is covered with cardboard, and the garbage bin forms a simple shelter from the wind and rain. Of course there is no one inside now, Zac continues to walk inside.

The smell here is not good, in addition to the sour smell, there is a burnt smell.

The buildings on Ogier Street are very dense, so it is not bright here, and the whole roadway becomes crowded after Zac enters. When passing the fire escape, Zack's back was almost squeezed against the wall. The light was also affected by this crowding. It was clearly afternoon, and it was dimly bright here at a bright time.

The vampire is of course not affected by the light, so he can see the traces burned by the flame in the deepest part.

The body was sent away long ago, and Zac had reached the deepest point. The once graffiti has been destroyed by burning for a long time. The black traces are spread on the wall. Between the wall and the right angle of the ground, the black burn marks are the most intense, just like someone lit a fire in the corner of the wall, the flame All around, traces appeared.

"What do you think?" Crowley's voice suddenly appeared in this small space.

It was not that she wanted to look down on Zac, but that it was too small. Suspended in the air, she looked at the vampire below, ignoring the nervous nervous man.

"James didn't tell me that this is still a arsonist." Zac looked at the traces of flames that could be said to be chaotic, and squinted.

"Because it's not arson." Crowley's golden head swayed in the air because of shaking. "You see what he can't see, deceived by your eyes."

Zac turned back reluctantly, looked at Crowley, and narrowed his eyes.

Crowley raised her eyebrows and bent the corners of her mouth. Black winged phantoms were embedded in the buildings on both sides and crossed.

Inexplicably, in this closed alleyway, wind rushed in, sweeping up the air in this alleyway.

However, on the wall covered with black burning scorch marks, the scorched black began to peel off and was blown away by the wind, exposing the intact and bright graffiti inside.

"It's hellfire, Zach." Crowley fell back on the ground and stood in front of Zach. "To torture, not to destroy the flame of the soul-stamp of contact."

In the Holy Scriptures, **** is a place for atonement, and according to the description, it is filled with flames. This kind of flame is not familiar to us, it will burn away the mark of the soul and let the soul dissipate, but it will make all souls who enter the **** live inferior to the pain of death and enjoy the endless torture of the trial fire.

Remember when Crowley appeared, the flame wrapped around her? That's right, it's the flame that will always cover the fallen angel's body.