The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

On the east side of [Massa Port], it has long been far from the real port, the cruise ships in the distance are quietly docked, and the busy scene during the day is silent in the night. Eight? One ★ Chinese? Chinese? Net. ww.81ｚw.com ■ Even the lights in the port become dim and dull when they come here.

Near midnight, the spring breeze eroded through the dark ocean, and it also became bitterly cold. The clattering waves hit the coast made of cement, and the sound was blocked and filtered by the warehouses on the shore. At Becky Street, which was still full of neon, no sound could be heard. Under the light of the full moon in the sky, only a closer look can reveal the gray concrete embankment, and a pale palm supports the edge of the embankment and slowly swims.

The rolled water splashed into the man's mouth against the dike, his face was like white paper, and there was no trace of blood in the puffy. He was like a body that had been soaked in the sea for several months. The skin on the neck, cheeks, and palms of the sea was full of folds, and the muscles that were ripped and turned were pale and lifeless.

He coughed and spit out the seawater that turned into his mouth, and his white breath was buried by the spray. The brown head stuck to his head and was as dark as the sea after being soaked in water. Not all the heads are on the mottled scalp, but they are sticking to his forehead and back of the head.

But, strangely, his skin was bloated and tight. The scratched muscles seemed to be pulled together by some force and healed slowly. On top of the alopecia areata, a new head was slowly growing.

When he finally swam to a slightly lower place, he was no different from a normal person, oh no, a normal port worker who fell into the sea. His work jacket was soaked in sea water, and it was still covered with debris of marine life that could not be distinguished. Although his face was pale, he was already bloody. He gasped, white mist squirted out of his mouth, as if he were removing the ice from his body.

The man raised his arms and elbows over the embankment, pushing his body out of the sea with force. He didn't move very sensitively, and moved **** the slightly inclined embankment for a long time, before his back, waist, and legs barely turned ashore. But his left hand is still buried in the sea, as if pulling something.

The man gasped on the ground and lifted his left hand hard. A black plastic bag protruded out of a white splash. His lips trembling because of the cold slightly opened and closed, "One, two, three!"

The black bag was pulled out of the sea, the friction between the plastic and the ground, the clatter of the sea water on the cold ground, and the breathless breath of the man.

The man threw a black bag the size of a person aside, and slowly stood up, his entire body trembling because of the cold. August 1st? Chinese? ●? Www.81zw.com? He moved his limbs tentatively, a little bit awkward and some paralyzed. He moved his fingers, and a smile appeared on his trembling cheeks. He covered his face with his wet palms, breathing against his palms, the warm breath spitting on the cold palms.

The man's eyes were shining, he bent his knees involuntarily, raised his still pale face, his hands were unconsciously raised in front of him, and trembling lips produced an uncontrollable excitement: "Thank you! Thank you !! "The hard and subtle sound gradually became clear," I'm back! I'm back! Thank you! Papa midnight! "(Papa-midnight)

The excited man's expression suddenly froze, his excited expression turned into pain, and his hands were chopping wildly on his chest. The porter's work jacket was pulled away by him, and a circle of red X-shaped marks on his pale left chest skin penetrated his skin and slowly formed.

The man's complexion changed from pain to panic, he knew that he needed ‘work’. The man started to look around. As a port worker who used to be, he was no stranger to this area. The port has already left here, and it is a gathering place for warehouses around the port, because it is not close to the center of the port. There is no people here except the occasional night watch staff. Very good, which provides him with convenience.

The man endured the bitter cold night wind and dragged the black bag away from the embankment. He first found a secret place. At the warehouse group management office, he took advantage of people's inattention to steal others' clothes and put the warehouse key on.

The man who returned from death walked through the warehouses with a wonderful feeling in his heart. Once he hated these, cargo, cold machinery, cranes ... now? He loves these!

9, 1o, 11, 12. The man hides his figure and looks at the warehouse 13 in front. The three men hold various tools in their hands and push open the door of the warehouse. They threw the tool back into the trunk of an old-fashioned car and stood beside the car chatting for a while. After a while, they got into the car and drove away.

The man waited patiently and confirmed that no one would pass by before returning to the place where the black bag was stored. The man who had recovered his strength did not spend much time and came to warehouse 13 with the bag on his back.

Decay and scorch smell flooded the entire warehouse, and the man judged it at a glance. This is a semi-abandoned waste accumulation warehouse. This is better, he doesn't have to worry about someone disturbing.

In the corner of the warehouse, there were obvious new brush marks on the cold walls. ￠ ￡ eight ￠ ￡ 一 ￠ ￡ 中 ￠ ￡ 文, www.81ｚw.COM man put the bag on his back down and began a little bit of restoration, the scene that was processed by three hunters ...

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Half a month has passed since the last full moon, and the mark on Benjamin's skin has completely disappeared. Werewolves don't need to be in the bag's rigorous activities, as the temperature is really warm, Benjamin has changed into a short shirt.

The result of this is that Alice took helplessly from Lola's hand, and five minutes had passed, and still had a clear bowl of egg white and yolk.

"Benjamin, you don't need to help." Alice stirred the eggs.

"It's okay, I don't have anything else to do." Benjamin replied unconsciously, continuing to knead the dough on the table, the muscles of his upper arm were straining and tightening the white cuffs.

Now, we can know why Lola is absent.

Zac pushed the kitchen door open, and he was naturally reluctant to be absent at this moment of collective activity at the Grand House.

"What can I do?" Zack smiled.

"Well." Alice looked at the kitchen. "Stir mashed potatoes."

Zac nodded and got the same job as Louise.

Today is not a holiday, and the food Alice prepared is not for the Grand House, but for the volunteers of Lola.

For various reasons, Lola withdrew from the cheerleading team who had no chance to perform anyway, and spent all of the afternoon hours in social practice. In other words, Lola found a part-time volunteer. In [Park Elementary School] in [Paisin District], teach the first and second grade children to draw.

This kind of atonement, compensatory action was supported by Mrs. Patton, and of course also by Alice.

[Parker Elementary School] The environment is not good, facilities and teachers belong to Barton's last place, and have long been supported by a group of volunteers and kind teachers.

Today was not a special day, but [Parker Elementary School] a teacher named Trisha Jon, her husband survived in an accident, which was a surprise for Trisha who had to leave because of economic oppression. . For the whole elementary school, it is also something to celebrate. So a group of teachers and children seeking pleasure in hardship thought that Teacher Cuisha should be given a celebration party.

So now there was the scene, Lola took over the work of preparing food. The flashy meals at Barton ’s and Alice ’s simple but delicious food, the fat and bloated chef of Barton and Benjamin ’s ... well, Lola used the word ‘sexy’, and considering her age, I decided to save.

In short, Lola came to the Grand House with such an excuse, and even used the old Hank to sculpt the fruit, but was addicted to admiring the scenery.

"Vampire! The phone is ringing! Can't you hear it? The phone is ringing!" Great Dane Golden's ears were raised and his eyelids were raised. Now Ryan is harassing Zac, and he continues to boil down to the ground.

Now that Jin has mastered a little rule, when Lola comes, Alice will be ready to eat. So as soon as Barton's car stopped outside, Kim ran back to the kitchen and waited patiently.

Ryan kept shouting behind Zac's head, "Phone, phone!" Non-people in the Grand House pretended not to hear. Apart from harassing others, this earth-bound spirit has not shown any usefulness until now, for example, now.

Benjamin frowned and seemed to be annoyed by Ryan's quarrel. "Zac, the phone seems to be ringing."

The vampire turned back with some surprises. Recently, the werewolf has been neglecting himself. He rarely speaks. In addition to the clothing delivery incident, the werewolf must still be angry about something else.

"Really? Then I'll take a look." Zac smiled at Benjamin, and happily walked directly through Ryan's transparent body, leaving the kitchen and walking to the office.

Zac Ben didn't want to answer the phone. The Grand House suddenly received a lot of attention more than half a month ago. After the initial accident, the current vampire only feels trouble. We know that vampires are not really funeral bosses, but now, he is helplessly getting better at this job.

"Grand House ..." Zac picked up the receiver.

"It's me! Lance!"

Zac raised an eyebrow. After the funeral of Connor Herman, the vampire no longer embarrassed James, and the endless punishment may be counterproductive. So he recalled the gold in Mrs. Coulson's kitchen every day and returned James' identity.

Since then, James has to worry about changing his image again, coupled with the complex emotions in his heart that need to be digested, and there has been no contact with Grande for a while.

"I haven't seen you for a long time." Zack smiled on his face. "Is there anything I need to help? Detective Lance."

"Don't you read the newspaper! There are strange things happening in the city of Barton!" The voice over the receiver was obviously a little excited, forgive James, he hasn't walked out of the psychological shadows given to him by vampires. The son of a general who received strict education was confused.

"Calm down, James." Zach pouted: "This is a city, and strange things happen every day."

"No! It's not normal weird, but weird weird !!"

James collapsed.

"Are you trying to say that we have a strange relationship with these" monsters "?" Zack smiled more heavily and intentionally stimulated James with words, which seemed to have become a vampire habit.

There was a deep breathing sound from the receiver, James's flat tone: "You know what I mean."

Zac looked sideways: "I know." Zac put away the heart that teased James. "You must be saying 'Suicide', I don't think it's something worth noting."

Of course, Zack read the newspaper and knew of the suicide that caused the discussion recently, but in Zack's view, this is just normal social news.

"No, Zach! In the report, some things were omitted!" James on the other side of the receiver seemed to be excited again: "I saw the autopsy report. Every suicide person's heart was engraved. 'X' shaped mark! "

Zac frowned, "What kind of x?"

"It's x! The inclined cross, don't you read!"

After all, James still couldn't calmly face the vampire, even on the phone.