The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

On the side of the dirt road in front of the Grand House, the police car of the Patton Police Station and the courtesy car of the Patton House were parked. The banshee Alice stood worriedly in front of the porch, watching Lola led by an unsmiling butler, and sat in Limo. ∮ 八 ∮ 一 ∮ 中 ∮ text, www.81ｚw.COM After all, the surname is Barton. Girls and ordinary people who receive summons have different treatments.

Zac was well-dressed and wrapped his arms around the banshee's shoulder comfortably: "Don't worry, she just makes confession."

The worry on Alice's face did not disappear, but became heavier. The vampire took too long to recover, and when she finally let Zac out of the basement, the police had knocked on the door of the Grand House and accepted Old Hank's complaints for no reason. Therefore, the vampire has no time to use the enchanting pupil.

Lola still didn't know what happened, and she sat back in the car in doubt, waving at Alice behind the window, so that this nervous friend shouldn't worry.

With the departure of the two cars, Grand House returned to calm, and Old Hank closed the door again, and returned to his room with a cold face. Old Hank didn't adapt to the life that some people have come to Grand House recently to disturb.

He was not the only one who was uncomfortable. After the vampire calmed the banshee for a while, he did not return to the basement and continued to sleep. Was awakened twice today, and Zac was already feeling irritable. It is estimated that Mrs. Barton's phone is coming, and the vampire returned directly to the office.

The books of the Grand House were placed at the table, and Zac continued the work he had laid down the day before yesterday—using the income of the “sideline business” into the legal benefits of the Grand House.

Instead of waiting long, the phone rang and Zac took a few deep breaths to wake up some dizzy head and answered the phone. Bayi ★ ?? Chinese website www.81zw.com ★

"Zacary Grande." Mrs. Barton addressed Zac's full name.

"It's me, Mrs. Patton." Even if not face-to-face, Zac still smiled respectfully, making his voice sound calmer.

"Do I need to worry." Over the receiver, Mrs. Patton's voice was equally calm.

"Is the lady talking about Conner Herman's disappearance?" Zach was playing with the check from Mrs. Barton: "I heard Alice said that Kyle was being banned."

There was a silence on the receiver for a while, "Yes, Kyle hasn't left home since Friday, now he has left Button."

"So, I don't think Mrs. has anything to worry about." Zac put down the check and still smiled.

"Okay. But I should remind you."

"What, ma'am?" Zac heard a hint of playfulness in the other's tone.

"I think the old guy from Herman recommended your Grand House." Mrs. Barton's words smiled: "You should use this as 'customer service.'"

Zach raised his eyebrows. It was normal for Mrs. Patton to have worries. After all, in his ‘plan’ forged by Kyle ’s handwriting, Connor ’s name was the main character. ● August 1 ▼ Chinese ★ Text ◆ www.8１zw.com ★

"So, I would like to thank Mrs. Patton for her recommendation." Zac's slightly curved eyes flashed, and he was thinking, maybe it was just right, it was time to push James Lance.

"Oh, no." Mrs. Patton in the receiver smiled. "Herman is not as generous as he looks. Then, good luck."

The phone was hung up, Zach closed the opened account book, and retracted the drawer. After thinking for a while, I picked up the phone again and called the "Mill" still under renovation.

Yes, the hungry vampire is not going to stay at Grand House for another day, and dieting for two days and one night is his limit. Zac is going to sway outside for a while, missing Benjamin's transformation. Therefore, he wants to recall Madison, who is staring at the mill, to temporarily take care of the Grand House that is out of business.

He explained the business, put down the phone, and a new phone came.

"[Grand Funeral Home]?" The voice of a clearly impatient man came from the receiver.

"Yes. Here is Zachary Grande, can I help you?" Zack responded to each other.

"You know who I am! Herman! Barton recommended you!" The temperament at the other end of the receiver seems bad: "This is your work phone? What secret detective organization will use the work phone to talk about things! Bartona Is the old woman playing with me? "

Zac opened his mouth, smiled helplessly, and was not prepared to make any explanation: "Mr. Herman, do you need what we do?"

"What ?! You don't know ?! Barton didn't tell you ?! Uh, I shouldn't have called this phone!"

"Wait! Mr. Herman!" Zach blocked the call to be angered by the anger: "I know that Mrs. Barton has briefly described the course of things." Apparently, Zach was lying, "Because Is Master Conner missing? "

"Since you know! What else do you ask!" The person over the receiver was very irritable, but understandable. Did I mention that William Holman was the only child of Connor at the age of fifty? Uh, isn't it? Then make up now.

"Mr. Herman, I don't think you understand what I mean." Zac thought about the words, and now it seems that it is not a good time to tell the father in anger and anxiety that his son has died: "I Just want to ask, what is the purpose of my husband looking for us? Do you want to find Connor? Or punish those who committed crimes? "

The voice across the earpiece was lengthened, and it seemed that the other party was surprised at the conversation with the Grand House. The process was so fast. At least according to Herman ’s understanding, the other party should ask for more detailed clues to determine whether to take over Yes: "Uh. Of course, the most important thing to find my Conner! I still don't know that the dog-mother-raised kidnapped my Connor! I haven't received any blackmail ..."

"Mr. Herman!" Zac interrupted the man who said a whole bunch of meaningless words: "I just need to know what you want us to do. Now I already know, two hours, I will be with Please contact me again, please tell me your contact information. "

"Okay! It doesn't matter! I don't have any hope for you anyway! ***"

Zac wrote down the phone number and address on the note, said goodbye politely, and hung up the phone.

"Ryan, Ryan!" The vampire shouted the name of the bound spirit.

In the dim office near dusk, the misty Ryan condensed in the air. He hugged his shoulders and his translucent face was cold: "Why don't you tell my father that I'm dead, and then let you solve those hunters!"

"Your father?" Zac smiled and looked at the earth-binding spirit in front of him, with a joke, "Your adaptation to the new identity is unexpectedly fast."

"Look at me!" Ryan waved directly at him: "After my body was burned, Connor is the only thing I have! I am Connor!"

This is the truth. Ryan has nothing to do with the former Ryan Blast, which is why his undead will appear as Connor.

"Step by step, Ryan." Zac shook his head. This is an unfortunate child. Zac did not want to stimulate him more: "Yes, are you really ready to avenge the brother you once admired?"

Ryan froze, not speaking.

"As I said, come step by step." Zack smiled: "Now, I need you to remember carefully."

Zac leaned back on his chair. He had enough time for two hours. Zac opened his lips: "Where are you? When you burn."

Finding Connor, William Herman asked, didn't he? Even if it was already a coke corpse.