The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

Soon after entering the summer, the city of Barton is about to usher in the first summer rain. Eight ● One? ★ Chinese? Net. www.81zw.com ★ Such rains will never be gentle, they will be accompanied by the irritability of summer, grand and intense. Even at the moment when it hasn't really arrived, the thick sticky moisture in the air has begun to build momentum for it.

Citizens in Barton, pulling the clothes against their chests anxiously, looking forward to a slight breeze on the corner of the street, which can take away the discomfort. But when they walked to the corner of the street, there was no shelter from the building. Not only did they not feel the breeze, they also smelled a special pungent smell in the air before the thunderstorm.

This made the people on the street speed up and looked at the dark sky. Who knows, this rain will fall on his head immediately.

"You should go, we are about to close." The solemn-faced priest walked to the lined benches, the only one sitting there.

This is the [Memorial Church] in the North District. Because there is a more spacious [Mary Church] in the North District, few people will come here. But because of the previous collapse, Mary Church has not yet reopened. This much smaller memorial church took over the work of Mary's Church-to pray and accept the prayers of believers.

Today is not a Sunday, but Wednesday. Scattered believers usually go through the pastor ’s guidance in the confession room and then leave after praying. But this guy who needs to mobilize the priest to "drive" does not seem to have the consciousness to leave.

Wells narrowed his eyes and tried to identify the person who was approaching him. "Me, do I have to go? Me, I have no place to go!"

The priest frowned as he watched the other party move awkwardly between the horizontal benches, stumbling back into the hallway, and squinting his eyes helplessly. ?? Bayi Middle School ▼? Wen Wang www.81zw.cm?

The priest sighed helplessly. Crowley's work schedule is very strict, but believers are more important. The priest made a choice and sacrificed to keep the container a healthy dinner. He decided to help this apparently troubled person.

"Don't panic." The priest approached helpless Wells, steadying his hand on his shoulder. "Have you lost your glasses?"

"Yes!" The former civil servant nodded desperately. In the blurred vision, a priest-shaped thing had already turned his body and began to help him find glasses.

"Father! Not here!" Wells's face wrinkled in tears. "My glasses are long gone!"

The figure the priest was looking for stopped, he frowned, and he could not solve such a real problem. Father, pat on Wills' shoulder. "Young man, then you should go for another one." But the priest is a priest after all, and Crowley carefully selected and selected them to influence the demons who are influencing people's hearts. "Prayer does not let the lost things return, pray It ’s just a process of cherishing the loss and feeling of cherishment. Your glasses still need you ... "

"Father!" Wells held back the blur in front of him, "I don't have the money to get new glasses!"

The priest frowned even more, and he took Wills's hand away from his neck. Eight? ▼ One? Chinese ● Net. ww.8.11zw.com? "Young man, then you should go to work. Prayer is your determination to survive, it is the voucher for your vow before the Lord, not your omnipotent wish ..."

"Father!" Wells's hand again grasped the blurry things in his vision. This time he began to shake and aggravate his words. "I used to have a job! Then there is no more! Now I don't have glasses! I can't find any A job ... "

There was a pain in Wells's hand, which interrupted his own words.

The neckline, which was pulled and wrinkled, was smoothed by the priest, and the black ink converged back to the pupils in both eyes. Please do not because the priest is a demon. Just look at these with prejudiced eyes, because after smoothing the neckline, the priest raised his hands and wiped off the contaminated saliva on his face.

"Sounds. Your life is going through a major setback." The priest kept the calm he should have. "May I ask, are you praying for anything here?"

Wells didn't dare to stretch out his hand any more. He folded his arms, and the sorrow on his face was even more grieving. "Me, I pray that those who cheat and hurt me go to hell!"

The expression of the priest was stunned for a while, just like vampires, werewolves ... All aliens who rely on their own inheritance will choose to judge their descendants. The corner of the priest's mouth twitched and turned away. Such a guy, he doesn't want to be a companion in the future.

Wells watched the blur of things getting smaller and smaller, stretched out his hand anxiously, and grabbed in vain several times in vain, until everything in the field of vision was still and blurred, and then fell back to the side weakly .

Wells fumbled for the bench beside him, and just wanted to sit down again.

"Please leave, otherwise I will ask someone to send you away."

The priest's voice echoed in the empty church, and Wells looked nervously in a blur. He didn't know where the sound came from. With a slight fluke, he cautiously continued to sit on the bench.

"go away!"

The sudden roar seemed to explode from the soul, the things in Wells' eyes were more blurred, as if everything was blending together, and the blurry color blocks were rotating and overlapping in his field of vision. Suddenly, the dizzy body was not able to reach the ground with the force, as if something had caught him from behind, and Wells looked at him with his head tilted, the blur of color, unable to distinguish.

"God ... Father ..."

Wells was thrown out of the memorial hall.

Bang!

The pungent smell before the thunderstorm had just entered Wells' nostrils, and the light and shadow in front of him suddenly lighted up, and after a moment's delay, thunder fell into his ears.

Wells stared blankly at the world composed of cool colors, and shrunk his arms. After a brief silence, stunned by thunder, the sound of something intensive hitting the ground sounded.

The ears of the former civil servant were occupied by dense clatters, and the blur of color in front of him was torn into a vertical bar shape, and a trace of coolness wrapped around his body. Wells stepped back slowly until he leaned on the closed gate of the memorial hall.

He did not lie because he had delayed the rent for one month and he had nowhere to go back. As for why it was only delayed for one month, it was driven out. That's because, the 'cute' former civil servant tried to try out the code of the crippled, Ravenci prison uniform.

Wells owes more than one month's rent, there is also a gang boss named ‘General’ who has a lot of money. Do you think that in this month, Wells is really ridiculous without glasses? He was worthy and beaten away.

For the sake of the safety of the residents, Wells was urged back by the landlord as soon as he recovered his mobility.

Now, in the city of Barton, there is another homeless homeless man. It was just that he seemed to be a novice, idealistically wasting an afternoon in the church, failing to find his own alley before the rainstorm, and a trash can lid that could make a dry open space.

Let us observe silence. (To be continued.)