The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

"Mr. Grande (crossed out) De:

I……"

Under the dim yellow lamp, the man was lying at the table, grabbing the head that had been messed up constantly, the nib he mastered kept burning after the person said, his thinking was broken. Eight ▲ ■ ▼? A Chinese website www.81zw.com?

No, I can't say that. He wanted to express too much, and he didn't know how to start.

He flexed his fingers, the paper on the table was taken into the palm of the hand by the fingers, the sound of the twists and turns of the fibers was remembered in the dark room, the crumpled paper was smashed into the trash bin, and the new white paper was spread on the desktop On, the man thought carefully before writing.

"Zacco (crossed out) Zacary:"

Please ignore his willful typos and alterations, he uses the name as the name, which is easy in the pretense. If he knows Zacary Grande so well, he does n’t need to write a letter here. Uh! We all know that anyone who knows the owner of a funeral home will call him "Zac". Forget it, keep reading what he wrote.

"Coffee (crossed out) ... I took the risk, took the liberty, and wrote this letter to you, because I am your fan.

True fans! 』

The man's nib stopped in the air, and his thinking was broken again! Under the dim light, this guy's face stared at the two sentences in front of him like constipation.

The man waved his fist in front of the desk anxiously, grabbed the paper on the table again, crumpled it up, and threw it into the trash.

The new paper was spread again.

The man's nib was quickly retracted as soon as it touched the paper. This time he doesn't seem to be ready to waste paper, so he must be fully prepared before writing.

He stood up and started walking back and forth in a small room, occasionally stretching his body and taking a deep breath.

It's a pity that it's really not a large enough room. There is really no room for an adult man to stretch out here, and his waving arm hits the 'Optimus' shaped stand.

Collision noises that should not appear late at night came from this small room.

Under the closed door of the room, a white light came on.

The man anxiously turned off his desk lamp, the brand new white paper was crumpled and thrown away, jumped on a somewhat narrow single bed, and covered the quilt!

"Baby (non-spouse, mother and son)." The door of the room was pushed open, and the outside light entered the room with the open door. Outdated animated posters and piles of old toys and decorations are revealed.

"I heard some sounds." The middle-aged woman pushing the door first looked at a quilt on a small bed and covered a big 'tuo', shook her head, took a deep breath, and tried to use a caring voice Ask, "Are you asleep? Baby?"

"Asleep!" An abnormally positive answer came from under the covered quilt.八 ★ 一 中? 文 ●? Www.81zw.com ◆ Adult man, just to remind.

The woman carried her light on her back and pursed her mouth, her expression bleak. After waiting for a while, she saw the stand that was knocked over by the bed, walked over lightly, lifted the stand, sorted out the clothes hanging above it, and hung it up again.

"Baby." The woman asked softly. "Tomorrow we will go to Pixar Department Store (when Wandel kidnapped James, Zac and Walter have visited, the depraved department store in the North District, Volume 9. Maggie's perfume shop Here.) How about shopping? "The woman paused and looked at the room that was more suitable for a ten-year-old boy, and then looked at the" Yituo "that could not be installed on the bed without" bulging " Something has to be changed, not for you. "

"But I like Optimus Prime." An adult man's head protruded from under the quilt, and his thick arm also stretched out, pulling the newly raised stand upright.

The woman reached out and shook the man's messy head, "That's not changed, but you really need to change the bed."

The man turned over on the bed, straightened his legs, his two legs hanged horizontally at the end of the bed, he blinked, and he nodded.

"Okay, go to bed." The woman pulled away the quilt that was crumpled and put on a thin blanket. When she got up and was about to leave, she suddenly remembered something.

"Eat!" Answered an affirmatively.

The woman frowned, pulled open the bedside table, and placed several yellow plastic vials crookedly inside. The woman took out several bottles and frowned at the pills inside. She was counting.

"Brian." The woman's face became serious, and she no longer shouted baby, but called her name, which means very serious, "I told you what, it is wrong to lie!"

The woman stretched the medicine bottle in front of the man's fearful face, "I'll ask again, have you taken the medicine?"

Man, Brian, with a deep pillow on his head, shook his head nervously, "No, no. Sorry, I lied."

The seriousness on the woman's face disappeared, and the lid of the medicine bottle was unscrewed. "It's okay, you can't lie anymore, remember."

The cup and pills were handed to Brian at the same time. He took it honestly, threw the pill into the mouth, lifted the cup, and the throat in the middle of the neck rolled up and down. . Brian turned his head to the left and right, his tongue turned upside down in his mouth, and he was proving that he really drank it.

The woman's face suddenly felt a little sad. This movement was ‘trained’ and unnatural.

"Okay, okay, I believe my baby." The woman reflexively kept Brian and patted his back. "Come on, let's go to Becky Street tomorrow."

Brian nodded, turned over honestly, curled up in a small bed, "Good night, mother.? ◆? Bayi Chinese? Net.ww.8.11zw.com ★"

"Good night, baby." The woman exited the room and closed the door. After a slight footstep, the light in the gap under the door went out.

Brian Xun on the bed lifted off the thin blanket and sat on the bed eaves. He frowned, tilted his head for a moment, and shook his head, not knowing what had been thrown away. Back at the desk again, pinch the finger on the **** of the lamp and rotate it carefully. The darkest light only dimmed a small space in front of the table.

Brian spread a blank sheet of paper again and picked up the pen.

He had already figured out what to write. Although there are too many things he wants to write, he is going to write a part first. Brian Xun wrote the title.

"Dragging (crossed out) Toledo:"

Brian was very excited, because his body was trembling slightly, and there was a boyish look on his face-after what stimulated things, he smiled excitedly.

"You do n’t know who is me (crossed out, grammatical error) who I am, it does n’t matter, I know who you are! You are my idol! I must write to you with the most appropriate title!

You have eyes like auto laser eyes, and degrees like ninja turtles! You are like a hero (crossed out) hero (crossed out) that appears only in the night!

You are my eagle bear!

I know what you did! You punished those who bullied me! you……

…… 』

A letter filled with alterations was completed. Bryan folded carefully, took the envelope out of the drawer, threw the letter into his face with excitement, and affixed a stamp.

Brian's eyes fell on the small turtle-shaped alarm clock on the bedside table. Just after midnight. He walked carefully to the side of the room, leaning against the wall with his body, secretly listening to the movement across the room.

He did n’t hear anything, but he did n’t seem to be adventurous. He picked up the turtle shell alarm clock and placed it on the window sill. He carefully opened the moon-covered curtains, widening his eyes from a little gap, looking down. Peek into the street outside the window.

This is the southeast part of the North District.

Brian first attracted his eyes to the brightest place. Somewhere between two streets, the darkest building is at the bottom, with a neon abruptly. In the southeastern part of the North District, where the internal image and the external image are black and white, it is awkward to be so shiny!

From Brian's distance, it can still be barely distinguished as a signboard of a man riding a horse.

Do you know what this is? This is the signboard that General gave him [General's Rest Station]. Remember, he said this to Zac, "I will become the brightest bar in this place! Wait until night ... hehe!", He realized.

Someone in front of the bar pushed the people in and out for six consecutive times. Brian was not interested, and he quickly turned his eyes to a dark place. He widened his eyes, ignoring the gangsters swaying in the street, looking forward to searching for something.

The pointer in the turtle-shaped alarm clock has not stopped, and keeps jumping according to the rules. As time passed, Brian's search for continuation continued.

He was not disappointed.

At around two o'clock, when the people on the street became scarce, his 'idol', our Zach, appeared.

First of all, it was in line with our cognition. I spent a long time in the shadow of the street corner. When I walked out of the street corner, Brian's current wrinkled clothes have been tidyed up.

Bryan held his breath excitedly, lowering the body behind the curtains, staring at the figure with anticipation-the vampire who came to store food!

"Go forward!" Brian reminded him of "idol" in his heart, as if "gong" "Yes! Just there! Wait, wait a minute! This is the person!"

Zach outside the street beckoned someone who came out of the dim bar. When the other person shook his body close, the black shadow was inlaid with two crimson lights that were pulled and stretched, and the two disappeared. Completely dark alley.

Five minutes later, Zac swayed from the other end of the alley, shook the blood canister in his hand, and pouted his lips. He seemed unsatisfied and began to look for the next target.

"Left!" After Brian danced with excitement behind the curtain, he stuck it in front of the curtain again. He saw it through a little gap and continued to give 'Idol Gong' in his heart. "This is the one! People hate it! "

Zac walked leisurely through a bar, then suddenly turned back, and his figure disappeared into the bar.

Half an hour later, Zac came out, shaking the blood tank in his hand, seeming to be satisfied, refreshed his appearance, and disappeared.

Brian searched anxiously behind the curtains. He never found his "idol" figure again. He disappointedly released the curtain and looked at the turtle alarm clock. It was almost time.

Brian took off the clothes hanging on Optimus Prime's pedestal lightly, put it on, and slowly moved to the door of the room, listening to him for a while, then opened the door.

The dark interior can barely see the pattern. The small one is not just Brian's room, the whole family apartment is very small. Of course, this is the southeast, what a good environment you can count on! In Barton, it is worse than Ogier!

Moving to the door without a sound, Brian carefully watched the direction of the master bedroom, opened the door nervously, and the dark corridor appeared in front of him.

It's half done.

Bryan stuck the door lock with folded paper and ran downstairs quickly! He is going to send a letter to his idol!

The figure of an adult man runs on a dark street. Although Brian's goal is clear enough, he can't help but detour!

He first ran into a dark alley, looking excitedly at someone sleeping on the ground. He mischievously took off this guy's pants and put it on his head! While doing this, he screamed in excitement, "Give back to you! Pay back to you!"

Then he ran to a bar again. Oh! No one stopped this ridiculous adult man wearing cartoon-patterned clothes, because including the bodyguard at the door, everyone was sleeping like a baby! The crooked ones are in their base camp!

Brian detoured behind the wine cabinet, prying open all the wine bottle by bottle! Then went to the back of the bar and found the key to the cellar from the clothes next to the man who pressed the two women on his body! Bryan got excited into the cellar and pryed off all the bottles ...

After all these childish pranks, Brian sat contently in front of the postbox near Highway 27 on the west side of the southeast, holding a letter with a pious face, pointed at the delivery port of the black hole, and took a breath and sent it into the envelope. .

Let's fix it in this scene, regardless of the joyful adult man who jumps and runs home, looking at the moon in the night sky, pulling a little bit of the dotted night.

The light of the moon is getting darker and darker, and the world has ushered in the darkest moment before it has completely sunk into the west horizon.

When this moment came, two dazzling lights appeared in the darkness. A green post truck docked next to the mailbox. Two men in uniform jumped out of the car, doing their job, and took away the stacked letters.

As dawn dawned, a flash of light appeared in the east, and the car restarted, slowly leaving, leaving an empty postbox.

Things in this place are not over yet.

The half-length man with Blaine's face barefoot suddenly rushed out from the side of the street! The **** of his open truck was getting farther and farther, and he hit a hollow postbox with a punch!

‘Brian’, this man, staring fiercely at the post van that was turning away at the intersection, yelled angrily, “What did you do! Bryan! What did you do!”

Is he questioning himself?

Who knows!

The palm of the fist is stretched out in front of you, and the so-called doctor's order is stuck on the yellow plastic jar. An angry light flashed in ‘Brian ’s eyes, and he raised his hand and slammed his hand down to the ground!

"****!"

Well, if the woman is there, she should be able to educate her baby, "Curse is the same as lying, it is wrong."

However, Brian at this time does not seem to be a "baby" at all, just an adult man who affects the city's appearance. Pray that he will go home before waking up in the whole city, otherwise in this place in the southeast, just Take away by the police on patrol. (To be continued.)