The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

[Mell's Grocery Store] It is actually a second-hand shop in the Southern District. There will be everything. Whether you can buy what you want depends on luck. Eight ???? One Chinese website www.81ｚw.com ★

Zac pushed open the old wooden door, the crisp doorbell rang, and a head came out of the messy container. This is the owner of this shop, Old Mel. He saw Matthew with a smile on his face, "Matthew! You are here, what do you want today? How is Joseph (Matthew's father) recently?"

It seems to be a familiar person.

Matthew stepped forward embarrassedly, pointing to Zac, who had just a few pieces from the bridge of his nose and set it on the frame. "Mel, this is Mr. Grande."

Old Mel had walked back to the counter. Although his face was wrinkled, his movements seemed to be light and he was a healthy old guy.

"Oh, oh! I know you!" Old Mel pointed at Zach's rough finger, "I know Benjamin! You must be his brother, uh, Zachary! Right!" This is reality, often going out to work It is indeed Benjamin that Zac ’s face does not always appear in everyone ’s eyes.

"Zac is just fine." Zac smiled politely, already looking at the things in the store, this is simply a warehouse with everything, old carpets, photo frames, plates, agricultural tools ... even clothing!

"Yes! I said I remember!" Old Mel looked at Matthew. His voice was very loud. The old men in the Southern District seemed to be virtuous with Hank and spoke very loudly. But this one is much friendlier than the old Hank. He looked at Matthew with a smile, "Boy, what did you bring your boss to buy today?"

"Oh, did you sell the video recorder you mentioned last time?" Matthew asked.

"Hey! Do you want? No, no! Here and here!" The old man pulled Matthew, yelled at Zac again, and walked directly into the depths of the shelf, "Hurry up and get rid of that thing!"

Matthew turned his head and looked at Old Mel suspiciously.

"Ah! Don't worry!" Old Mel seemed to realize that he was wrong, "That's a good thing! It's my grandson! Look every day! Homework is not done!" Old Mel pushed one at the end of the shelf. The door changed the style of painting. Eight ▲ one ★ middle? ■ Wenwen. ww.8.11zw.com?

Compared to the clutter outside, it is crowded but clean and tidy. This is already Old Mel's home. A black rectangular machine is placed under the TV cabinet in the middle of the living room. The red indicator light is on, and a boy about ten years old is not honestly lying on the sand, but lying on the soft carpet, staring at the screen motionless. Occasionally grab a few slices of potato chips around.

"Boy! Get up!" Old Mel lifted the boy's collar angrily, threw it on the sand, and slammed the TV. "Watch it! Be careful your mother beat you!"

The boy blinked and tilted. Curled up on the sand.

Zac and Matthew pursed their lips, watching the old Mel ’s sensitive TV cabinet fiddle around, and in a short while, holding a black machine wrapped in various wires and stuffed in Matthew ’s arms, "Your Alright! Ten Dore! No more bargaining! "

Ten Dore, no need to bargain, this is no different from giving away.

But the old man was very interesting. Zac did n’t want to take advantage of him and smiled and waved his hand, "Mr. Mayer. Matthew said there are still many video tapes, we are happy to buy them together.

"Ah! Right!" Old Mel remembered something and crouched in front of the TV cabinet quickly, and a box of square plastic boxes was taken out. Zac glanced at the cover. The original owner's taste seems to be very comprehensive. From comedy to horror movies, everything is available, but the number is really a lot.

There were already a lot of video tapes on the carpet. Old Mel stood in the middle and finally cleared them all. But he frowned. The two white eyebrows were squeezed together, and a pair of eyes stared at the two guests, seeming to hesitate.

Zac and Matthew glance at each other, not knowing why.

"Wait!" Old Mel seemed determined. Cross the box on the ground and walk to the living room behind the living room. Zac raised his eyebrows, who knows what this is doing.

However, after seeing Grandpa leave for a long time, the boy who had been squeezing for a long time quickly bounced from the sand and stared at the two guests with blue eyes. Then fleshy fingers were placed in front of lips, "shhh ~"

Zac and Matthew watched this fat boy carefully as he walked cautiously into the jumble of tapes. ? Eight ● One Middle ● Wen Wang www.81zw.com ▲ Look up gently and without sound.

Until there was a box of video tape without a cover, the fat boy quickly picked up the box, and then looked at the bedroom alertly, and now Mel was still looking for something. The kid looked around and then fell back to the ground, tucking the video tape without cover under the sand.

After doing all this, the kid returned to the sand, blinked at the two, and then returned to the tweaked state, wriggling on the sand mat, and looked like a grandson.

"Go homework!" Old Mel's voice walked through the corridor, shouting at the fat boy on the sand. He also came out with a paper bag, and blinked the paper bag on the machine in front of Matthew. , "Okay! That's all!"

Zac was curious to see what was in the paper bag, and was caught by Old Mel, "Come out, go out again!"

Zac shrugged, and now Matthew looked at his eyes in the paper bag on his chest, and his face was flushed. As mentioned earlier, the original owners of these videos have a very comprehensive interest, and some of them are so full that they can only be hidden in the bedroom.

Matthew and Zac returned to the store, and in a moment, Old Mel put all the video tapes on the counter.

"One plate and one dol, it's all yours!" The old man was a little sorry.

Zac smiled and counted everything. When he paid, he still paid the recorder at the normal old price. "Do these original owners have matching things? We are also buying this for the first time. You can find the manual. Kind of thing? "

Admitting that you will not use it is not a shameful thing. Zac asked with a smile.

Old Mel thought about it, "I'm looking for it." Then he walked out of the counter and began to rummage on the shelves.

Zac and Matthew are not in a hurry, and they stroll around casually.

"Ah!" Old Mel's voice sounded, "I can't find the manual! But there is a camera! You either? I won't tinker with this thing! No one wants it!"

Zac raised his eyebrows, which is a very advanced thing, but people in the Southern District really can't use it. It seems that the recorder hidden by the fat boy was what the original owner had taken himself.

"Here!" Old Mel walked out with a machine, as well as a tripod. It seemed to be very complete. "That's all for the odd thing. Other things are ordinary things. The thing has a description. The box is still there." Old May He took out another box, which looked very new, and it seemed that the original owner didn't buy it for long.

"How much?" Zack asked with a smile.

"This stuff." Old Mel hesitated. "Send it to you. It was thrown away when I received it. I didn't pay." It's a honest businessman.

Zac pursed his lips and became more and more curious about the original owner.

"Okay. We want it." Zach smiled and ordered Matthew to pack things up, still pulling out more than a hundred, seemingly asked casually, "Who are these?"

"Uh ..." Old Mel scratched his head, with a regretful look on his face, "That, hey, Ivan's kid."

Zac frowned, Ivan, sounded familiar, but couldn't remember.

"It's a pity!" Old Mel shook his head, and the folds on his face also seemed to have increased. "What a good boy! It was just engaged. I heard that his work on Paisin was also smooth! That's it. Gone……"

Zac remembered it. He had also seen Chris Ivan, one of the people persuaded by the Blast couple to commit suicide in the underground morgue of the mill, Papa ’s midnight in the Southern District. So the person who left Barton City should be the fiancee who was traded because of Papa ’s midnight death contract.

"That woman is not a good thing!" Old Mel suddenly angered, "People just left ('suicide')! Just pretended not to know! The funeral didn't matter! No matter what! I hate, Ivan's Everything is still in her name! "

Zac shook his head, the contract of the dead was broken, and the people bound in Chris's wish were released, and they naturally returned to the state of strangers they didn't know. It's just that Aiwen eagerly transferred all his property into the name of his fiancee, indeed, as Papa said at midnight, it was desperate enough.

Such a desperate prayer and the signing of the Dead Man's Contract created the current Grande to obtain a free VCR. Life is full of surprises everywhere.

Zac didn't want to speak to a woman he didn't know yet, shook his head in regret, and picked up today's harvest to leave.

The old wooden door was pushed open, and the bright sunshine in the afternoon opened and closed briefly in this store-like store. Madison looked at Zac and Matthew with a few big bags of carton in surprise. "Why are you here?"

"Madison." Zac raised an eyebrow with a smile. "Can't we buy something?"

Madison pouted, he was too lazy to care about what the boss was doing, greeted old Mel, and came up with a list, "Mel, look at these books, do you have any of these?"

"Ah! Madison!" Old Mel swept away his regrets and anger, and returned to his previous appearance. "Books! I don't have a few books! Go to Pisk!"

"Oh, then I'll find a typewriter." Madison glanced at Zac. "Do you have any."

Zac smiled, "Madison, do you want to write something?" It was ridiculous to have only a pair of light green eyes exposed above the carton. "I hope I can still be the protagonist."

"Ah! Yes! It was only a short time before it was received!" Old Mel hurled into a shelf quickly and turned it upside down.

Madison looked at Zac, rubbing his lips, too lazy to answer this question.

"Madison." Zac put down his hand and patted Madison on the shoulder. "It's just a joke, you know it will support you in doing something you are interested in."

Madison did n’t want to see this element with the perfect protagonist, but there was no audience, watching old Mel holding a typewriter on the container.

"That's it." Zac picked up the typewriter and looked up and down. "How do I buy it for you, showing my support."

"More than a hundred! Do not bargain!"

"The deal." Zach said. (To be continued.)