The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

A new day, a new beginning. But James was not in a happy mood. He carried Wu Qing with insufficient sleep on his lower eyelid and walked into the police station. He slept badly last night.

The police station in the morning was in a busy atmosphere, but everyone was contrary to James. They walked past James briskly and greeted with a smile, "Early! Detective Lance!"

James reluctantly cheered up and saluted everyone, but his eyes fell on the silhouette sitting at his desk.

This silhouette James watched one night yesterday. Although he took off his unsuitable clothes, put on the police uniform, and removed the gauze ... But James recognized him at a glance. Acquaintance with a person's 'best' method-kidnapped by him.

Sitting in a chair with a runner, Coulson crossed the range of his desk and invaded James. He put Chapman's shoulder on one hand, stood on the table with one hand, and leaned against Chapman. What he said was broken.

"Lance!" Corson waved James, beckoning, "Pierce is writing a report, come and see!"

Chapman turned his head and met James in the air. It's a pity that they have no tacit understanding and haven't received the message from the other party. Instead, they all have a weird embarrassment.

James shook his head, shook the weird feeling away, walked to the desk, and picked up a report and looked at it. Just like the reason for use and bullet consumption after shooting, this is a cumbersome paperwork. It ’s just that Chapman ’s report was much more serious than the shooting. He was negligent. All the police-related things in his body were stolen, and in the reason column, he wrote ‘lost after drunk.’ Seriousness must be added before dereliction of duty.

"How is it?" Coulson asked with a frown. "I think you should add a patrol." Coulson's hand was shaking in front of his chest, trying to express his opinion. "Let your friend give a proof. You know, make this look ... "

"Less responsibilities." James said blankly and put down the file. Raised his fingers indifferently to signal Chapman up, this is his exclusive table for Detective Lance. Eight ?? ● One ▼ Chinese website www.81zw.com?

Chapman didn't show any expression and gathered up the scattered documents and stood up.

Coulson glared at James. He took Chapman to his desk and asked Chapman to show it to him after writing. As a veteran detective, Coulson knew how to make such documents look better.

Coulson finished, and walked to the side where James had just sat down. "You, you come!" Tone of voice is beyond doubt.

James shook his head helplessly, and his partner had to teach himself again.

The two detectives bypassed the police hall and walked to the bathroom. Coulson overbearing everyone. Stared at James, "James! What's the matter with you!"

Using the term "James", our young detective twitched his lips. When Curson was at work, he seldom called James's name directly, but mostly used his last name. Once the name is called during working hours, it means that Coulson has to put aside his work and teach humanity.

"You have found him!" Coulson stared at James. "You know he is innocent at all, don't you have a little self-blame? I guessed his motives like that before!" Coulson was a little excited, obviously not Said in James. He comforted himself, "So now I have a little empathy, OK! Then throw away your gloomy face! Be nice to him!"

James looked at his partner, innocent? James took a deep breath. Zac was right. He needed someone to communicate with, otherwise he would hold back sooner or later. "Sorry, I didn't sleep well."

Coulson looked at James' face for a moment, and then impatiently said, "Then get a cup of coffee!" He said what was in his heart to James. Coulson was a lot easier himself, without interest to teach people, "Uh, get me a drink. Today we are trapped in the bureau again."

James frowned, "Why?"

Kou Sen walked to the urinal, and was skilled, with a natural tone in his tone, "There is no case handed over above, let's continue to deal with it.?

James can predict this. If Chapman Pierce's case is handed over, there may be many problems, such as blood stains on the patrol car, where the stolen things were taken, and these have not been resolved. Once investigated, although the case has broken away from the relationship with Chapman, the ultimate responsibility lies with him.

It is better to let the two people who proceeded from the beginning continue to deal with it, simply turning the case into a missing police officer, and Chapman found it, that is, when the case is terminated. As James said, less responsibility.

"Why are we stuck in the bureau?" James looked up and stared at the ceiling. Coulson was older than him, at least ceremonial.

"Humph." Coulson hummed with obvious disdain. "Someone came from in the early morning." After the sound of the water, Coulson walked toward the sink with a sullen face. "I'm going to take all that guy's Everything is coming out of my mouth! "

James pursed his lips, and Crowley moved quickly. Yes, Crowley. The reason why James didn't sleep well was that Zac called in the middle of the night, and after that, James's brain was in a mess and he couldn't fall asleep.

Zac on the phone may have eaten too much late at night, and he was full of energy for half an hour. The general idea is that after leaving the attic, he went to Crowley, and after the end of Wandel's escape, he complained that he didn't know what method to use that James didn't hate to get the southeastern gangs to cooperate.

Then Crowley volunteered to take over the troublesome job. Zac repeated on the phone, he refused and refused-

‘No, I said to Crowley, really not. The most is that I use the charm pupil of the night to bury everyone's memory. Although tired, James may be uncomfortable, but this is the safest method. What if I get tired? How dangerous is the demon to do, possess? Threat? James, you said, then you will be more uncomfortable, right? And if those gang members die, it's not good. Are you right, James? ’

In the dark loft, James was sitting on the ground, covering his face with one hand, holding the receiver with one hand, listening to the vampires across from him, the 'demon', 'the pupil of the charm', sleepless.

Zac was talking about something behind him, and James, who had been fully awakened, had to listen. The final result was that Crowley's perseverance made Zac agree, otherwise Crowley would pursue Zac to release The thing that went with Wandel. Out of frustration, Zac agreed. This is the point.

However, Zac repeatedly emphasized that he confirmed that no one would die or be threatened. Then there were still some ‘worried’ vampires who felt better to inform James.

James, who already knows something about Zac, of course knows that this is just a vampire's blame, a lot of nonsense, but he never forgets to put himself on the victimized and considerate side.

But for James, this is beyond his ability. Those in the southeast, whether they fall into the hands of Zac or Crowley, or even their partner Cosson, will not end well.

Unlike Coulson, who wanted to help Chapman get rid of his responsibilities as much as possible, James comforted himself: the people in the southeast are not innocent, they killed Chapman. But looking at James Wuqing's eye circles, I know that this comforting effect is not very good.

"What about that person?" James frowned. If he guessed right, the guy was a demon with an injured knee.

"Sitting in the interrogation room." Coulson washed his hands and looked disgusted. "There was a gunshot wound on his knee, thinking he was a character, and asking no one but Pierce!"

James resisted the nausea in his body, "I'll check it out."

"No!" Korsen stared at his partner. "I want to make a black face this time! Don't fight me!"

James breathed slightly, closing his eyes slowly, sorting out his emotions. It's not good to switch one's position in a completely different event. He felt like a child with delusions. While laughing and saying good night to the parents who exited the door, he watched the monster in the closet push open the door and stared at himself.

Standing in front of the sink, James looked at himself in the glasses and wiped cold water on his face with Coulson. "That's right." James remembered something. "Where did you go yesterday?" "James thought about the words," Did you encounter anything yesterday, uh, little things or something, I will deal with it, and I need a lighter start today. "

Coulson drew a piece of paper, wiped the drops of water on his face, and looked at James in the mirror. "Yesterday? Oh, I went to see Pierce's wife." Coulson frowned, apparently thinking of something bad. Touch it on my body, take out a note, flip it over, and throw it to James, "Here, little things in the community. Yesterday it was not pleasing to the eye. I wrote it down and gave it to you." I started looking in the mirror. Organize your own type.

James flipped through his notes, which was a bad habit left by Coulson when he was a police officer. When you see anything unpleasant, especially when he is irritable, he will take care of it. You can think that this is an abuse of power, or you can think that this is his work carefully.

James nodded and turned to the next few pages. First, a large section of the interview with Chapman's wife. James glanced a few times and then turned anxiously. Then there is garbage from a certain household, the road signs are moved, the manhole cover is smeared, the potted plants take the sidewalk, and the fire alarm is invalid ...

James frowned, he didn't see the window blackened, and turned it back and forth several times, no.

"Hey!" James halted the partner who was about to leave. "These are all back visits. Isn't there really something you can do without a few phone calls, like checking a license?" "

Detective Coulson raised an eyebrow. "What license?"

James's face went dark.

"Just call the Back Bay Community Management Office." Coulson waved impatiently. "Oh, go get two cups of coffee! I'm tired of the smell of rat **** in the game!" (Unfinished to be continued.)