The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

Farmers 6 around the Grand House continued to arrive. Benjamin took people to the west cemetery. It is expected that in a week, after the transformation of the werewolf, the four cemeteries in the southeast and northwest can be cleaned up. . ●? Eight? One Chinese? Website www.81zw.com? At that time, the Grand House will be buried by a large number of grave removal work.

Zac glanced at the clock opposite the desk. It was past nine, but Wells still didn't come. This civil servant has always been punctual, regardless of his actual work efficiency, at least on the surface, he is 'serious'.

Zac walked to the workbench, and Wells left his work notes yesterday. Originally Zac only thought it was the other party ’s laziness, but now ... he casually read Wells ’notes and the investigation of funeral records The work is nearing completion. The investigation record of the last day is obviously less than the previous days. Can we think that this civil servant's mind is occupied by other things?

After ten o'clock, the sound of the car came from outside the Grand House, and Zac opened the curtains behind the desk, which was not Wells' car. A middle-aged man also wearing an old formal dress and carrying a worn business bag got out of the car and walked to the Grand House.

As cold and impatient as the newcomer to Wells, the middle-aged man introduced himself mechanically, "I am here to succeed Wells. Is that Wells' work note."

The middle-aged man frowned, looking at the notes spread out on the workbench on the side of the office. It seemed that he was very dissatisfied with the attitude of the last civil servant. After the introduction, he did not glance at Zac and walked to the workbench.

"Well?" Zack asked.

"I don't know." The middle-aged man didn't even bother to look back, fiddled with the information on the workbench impatiently.

Zac stepped forward, grasping the middle-aged man's chin with one hand, and with a little effort, he turned the other person's impatient face toward himself: "Where is Wells?"

Red, squeezing everything out of the other party's field of vision, the middle-aged man in his instantaneous pupils, two red awns penetrated into his brain, planting his will to answer questions. ? August? Chinese ▲ ■ net. www.81zw.com?

"I don't know, he resigned!" The middle-aged man had anger on his face, but instead of rudeness to the vampire's actions, he complained to Wells! "No progress report, no early warning, half of my job, I just resigned! Who-he-mom-will do this kind of thing!"

Zac's hand on the other's chin has been released: "When."

"This morning! Throw a sentence and resign! That's it! He-damn!"

Zac could feel the other person's anger, and the red in his eyes faded back to light green. With a smile, Zac put the information on the workbench and pointed to only a small part of the funeral record: "He has investigated here. If you move faster, you can complete it today." Zac patted Patting the shoulders of middle-aged men, "Wells has completed the most troublesome part. You only need to finish, and you can get all the credit, which is quite cost-effective."

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, looking at the comfort on the delicate face of Grande's master, and after thinking about it, it seemed quite reasonable ...

The bait was finally bitten.

The warehouse at the bus station was revealed, the list of the dead was leaked, and the hurried couple's harvesting type of `` persuasion '' obviously touched something. A candidate for the dead like Wells was finally elected.

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After the brown wooden witness stand, Detective Coulson looked solemnly, put his hand on the black cover of the Holy Book with the cross, and put one hand on his chest: "I swear with the Holy Book and my badge, Everything I am about to say is true! "

The sound of a crisp mallet rang from the judge in the middle, "Lawyer, you can ask a question."

"Thank you, Master Judge." The prosecutor salutes the judge in the center and walks to the witness stand. "Detective Coulson, are you on the x month x day, on X Street, with your partner, Detective Lance, to investigate the disappearance of the tramp case."

The lawyer pointed to James in the audience.

James's complexion was not so good, because at this moment, Ravenki on the dock also turned around at the same time, seemingly expressing a feeling of disappointment in his smiling eyes. This did not end. The blast couple who were also in the auditorium also turned their heads and looked at him. Their eyes were empty like dead objects.

In Connor ’s case, because the evidence was solid, the verdict was direct and there was no dispute. However, in the case of the tramp, the police did not have direct evidence, so to go through the trial process, the prosecutor must involve police officers in giving evidence.

What makes James most uncomfortable is that Mr. Herman smiled at him, smile? Yep.

"Yes. Lance and I went through a visit ..."

Coulson was interrupted, and the lawyer looked at the judge: "Master Judge, I'm asking for evidence a, Detective Coulson's action report."

"allow."

The exhibit was presented, and Coulson was instructed to read it, the marked part.

"I was holding a gun and ordering the other person to raise their hands to face us, and then I felt a stun gun was hit in the back. After a while, I lost consciousness. At that time, I knew that the criminal was a group crime."

After Coulson finished reading, the report was passed to the judge. The judge looked at it and nodded. "But you don't see anyone's face."

"I haven't." Coulson replied honestly.

"We asked Detective Lance, a witness, to attend." The lawyer continued to ask.

The judge glanced at the person sitting on the dock, "Do you have any questions?"

The man in the formal suit next to Ravench shook his head: "No, Master Judge." Then he turned his head to look at Mr. Herman, and nodded slightly.

The judge's mallet struck again, glancing at Herman, who smiled, and nodded undetected, summoning Detective Lance.

James' consciousness was drifting away. He was still wearing yesterday's clothes. His hands unconsciously flattened the wrinkled folds. He didn't know how he got onto the witness stand. The sound in his ears seemed to be going away, he repeated the oath mechanically, and with the encouragement of partner Coson, this reliable middle-aged partner is now probably thinking he was nervous. James looked at Herman, Blast couple, Rivenge, and the jury. Finally, his gaze returned to the lawyer in front of him and began to answer the lawyer's questions.

"I saw his face. It was the man on the dock, Ravench Blast ..." James pointed to the hunter on the dock with an inexplicable smile in his mouth.

"Everything was born too fast. He wasn't sure that I saw his face, but I can confirm that when he attacked me at my house ..." James moved his lies to Coulson to court.

"I concealed the fact that he had attacked me because I had to dispel his suspicion. I knew they were a group. I couldn't fight the snake. I needed time to grasp the actual evidence. I started investigating him ..."

A lie has a characteristic, just like a seed, give it water and sunlight, and it will sprout, grow, and grow.

"I found their way of committing crimes. They used the heating channels in the building to make people in the block fall asleep to cover up the crime process ..." The evidence was handed over, and James appeared in the ghoul Herbal scent found in the building of the neighborhood.

"I found their strongholds. There are a large number of illegally modified weapons, grenades, crossbows, drugs, stun guns ..." The photos were sent, and the hunter stronghold given by Zach was also used by James.

When all these indirect witnesses were sent to the judge, the lawyer asked: "These things and these investigations were all done by you alone. You didn't tell your partner, Detective Coulson? Why?"

"Because I knew they were dangerous, they found my home and attacked me. I can't let my partner take the risk." James's face was numb: "When I told my partner all this, It's too late. "

"Why is it too late, Detective Lance?"

"Conner Herman, has been killed."

In a sigh of noise in the jury and the auditorium, the lawyer saluted the judge.

"No problem, Master Judge."