The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

In the white space, only the small sound of the cable was heard in the vent window against the ceiling, as if something was moving along the airflow. ★ Bayi ★ ■ Chinese? Www. 八 1zw.com ■

It ’s still in Quinn ’s Manor, but this is a specific room, a room that all servants, including Mrs. Quinn ’s Amanda, do n’t want to be close to. It's Pooch's room.

But that is only because it is not close, the owner of the room still has the surname of ‘Quin’, and no one dares to say in his heart, ‘That madman is inside’.

Go back to this white room. Do n’t be mistaken. In the deviation of Mrs. Quinn ’s passion for Indian culture, white does not have any special meaning, so the white color in this room does not represent the aesthetics of the owner of Quinn ’s Manor, but it is aimed at Boque Quinn. Personalized.

Yes, Mrs. Quinn referred to the closed wards, prisons, and confinement rooms of the nursing home ... whatever you want to call it, a copy was made in the Quinn Manor, which was copied specifically for Pooch, the only difference may be greater , Really have the heart.

Pooch, who had only a white blouse on his body, opened his eyes on the wide bed and frowned first. He is hungry.

He was unable to stand up, and his bare feet stepped directly on the thick and soft wall beside the bed. He felt something was touched, and the low radio noise came from the wall.

"I'm hungry." After talking, Pooch let go of his feet and rolled over on the bed.

"Master lunch time has passed ..."

Turning back again, the bare feet kicked against the wall. "I'm hungry!" Bockey shouted impatiently. August 1? Chinese ▼ Wen ?? Network. www.81zw.com ■

"Okay, okay ..."

When Pooch moved his feet again and was about to turn over and lie down again, a dark red that was incompatible with the surroundings swept across the air in the white space. It was sprayed from the ventilation window.

The only living thing in the white space, Boqi, was hard to be attracted by this conspicuous thing. He ripped the corner of his mouth and sat on the bed. I watched the dark red ball-shaped thing hit the soft wall pad on the wall, spreading out the sticky adhesion, wriggling slightly.

Pooch looked at it for a while and gave a sigh. God knows what this is. He moved his body impatiently on the bed without using his feet. He slapped on the place he had stepped on. He heard low radio noise and said, "There is something disgusting ..."

Boqi's body suddenly stiffened. Yu Guangzhong. The dark red thing clinging to the wall twitched, and then seemed to drip into the lake with water droplets, rippling against the wall!

Pochi had no time to think about anything. The white wall was divided by dark red, like **** satin, and the dark red thing adhering to the wall was swimming like a life on the wall! Stopped in front of Pooch!

"Master? Anything else?" The voice behind the wall seemed to be puzzled by only half of what was said, and began to ask. ?? Bayi Middle School ▼? Wen Wang www.81zw.cm?

But Poche could not answer, even if he wanted to. Pooch pressed his hand on the wall mat, full of creeping, wet and sticky touch! Yes, the dark red things rippling in front of him infested his palm. Isolated his press.

"Hush ~"

As if it were the sound from this dark red thing. Portage's eyes gradually widened.

Eyes, that is, the only thing Poki can move at this time, because the dark red things spreading on the wall are shrinking, no, it is not shrinking, it is just shifting!

The dark red silk thread crossed Pooch's impregnated palm, the tree-shaped branch line extended to the back of the hand, stab to the wrist, climbed the arm ... The skin under the Pooch white shirt was clothed by the dark red circuit!

When there is no more dark red on the wall. As soon as Pochi's pupils closed, the circuit lined on the skin instantly disappeared under the skin! He pumped his whole body upside down.

"Master? Master? Master? Er." Please give this servant who is estimated to be out of the game a white eye.

There is no sound.

Take advantage of Poki's time on the ground and leave him alone. It is necessary to explain the current situation.

At Quinn Manor, Quinn and Mrs. Barton were sitting indifferently in the reception room, listening to Emilia talking about her plan for the shelter. On the small balcony in front of the atrium, Zach is using space as a reason to temporarily let Smith retreat and tell Nuo about the real life. And the true identity of Boyson is a wizard in India.

This may be something that everyone cares about. Next, let's take a look at things that people don't care about. Don't forget that Master Poki says he is hungry.

On the first floor of the Quinn Manor, on the side of the main hall, in the kitchen in the hall, the housekeeper looks like a thick record book, and the bottom line reads like this, "4:43, food . "Corresponding to the top description of the record, meaning time and requirements.

This record is not over yet.

The housekeeper, holding the record book, shuttled back and forth in the busy kitchen and continued to record, "Steak, Pistol. Cabbage leaves, Vine Farmer ..." Everyone just understands it, so I won't say much.

Do you think this is over? not yet.

The butler glanced at the chefs who were processing the ingredients, calmly recorded everyone's name and processed parts, and then sat down at the table on the side of the kitchen. He still had to wait, just like everyone guessed, he also wanted Record all the details of placing dishes, delivering meals, collecting tableware, and the whole process.

Fortunately, the housekeeper was not alone. During this entire process, a serious-faced formal man accompanied him.

Well, this is just to explain one thing, to prove that Mrs. Patton will be angry because Zack questioned Quinn ’s security. Pooch really has no chance to contact the outside world, right! It is even more impossible to contact the gray professionals!

Go back to that white room.

Pooch twitched on the soft, thick cushioned floor. He crawled up slowly and blinked, "Bo, Boyson ..." He said this to the empty white space.

Someone responded, "Ah!"

The voice didn't appear in the room in real use, but in Poki's brain, "I'm so touched, Master Quinn still remembers me!"

Boqi looked at the white space from left to right and walked back and forth a few steps, as if looking for the source of the sound. But soon, he gave up.

"Huh?" The voice in my head sounded again. "As an ordinary person, you seem to be very calm."

After a brief silence, Poche sat back on the bed silently, "Did you not hear that I am not an ordinary person, I am a lunatic."

Pooch lay down, rolled over in a comfortable posture, and murmured in a low voice, "Well, I probably just had another illusion, talking to myself." It seems that when the food he requested came, Won't move anymore.

"Hahaha!" The voice in his head laughed, "Trust me, you are not crazy. But I have a lot of crazy things to share with you, do you want to listen?"

Pooch pulled the corner of his mouth, sat up, and pressed a contact on the wall again. When the noise of the radio appeared, the Queen Quinn coldly commanded, "Give me medicine." (To be continued.)