The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

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"Well, I, I don't think we should do this ..." The woman said, but she still passed the tape. It was black and wide. After being picked up by the man, she took a cut and slapped it directly to the crying teenager on.

The basement is much quieter.

"Don't tell you what to do and what not to do !!!" The man probably felt too quiet, and was not used to it, using his own voice to continue to build momentum, "Check his hands and legs!"

The woman pursed her mouth and checked it. The tie is good, there is no possibility of loosening. The woman casts an sorry expression on the bound teenager and turns to the man who started to circle. "Nick, what are we doing now?"

The man continued to circle, scratching his head and twisting his face.

The woman whispered, "Nick, Nick? What are we doing now? Dear ..."

"Don't shout at me !!" Man, Nick shouted with his hands shaking, "Go and give me a cup of coffee! Don't bother me here!"

The woman was a little wronged, stood up silently, walked up the stairs with her mouth closed and asked, "Sugar or milk?"

"Milk !!" Nick went crazy, and began to fist at the woman on the stairs. "How many times! Milk! Milk! Milk !!! How many times the stupid woman wants me to say !!!"

The woman shook, ran up the stairs, and closed the basement door. Immediately, with a long sigh of relief, he waved his hands impatiently and walked towards the kitchen.

The woman remembered something, walked around, went out the front door, took out today's mail in the mailbox, and walked back to the kitchen while looking through it.

Bills, advertisements, census questionnaires from the Southern District Police Station, letters from polls, a new issue of the magazine "Urban Legends-Barton Weekly", Barton Daily ... and a letter.

The things that are not concerned are naturally put down, and the woman has only left a letter and "Urban Legend." The coffee pot was put on the stove, and the woman looked at the title of the magazine cover: "Woman's Monster Love Story-Pill Medicine" hesitated, or opened the envelope without the address of the sender first-

"‘ Diddy ’:

Still, the feeling of writing to myself is really strange, I can never get used to it.

I ’m doing very well, how are you doing, has Nick changed anything ... sorry, I know I should n’t ask, but, I ... sorry.

I met a man who was handsome, strong and caring. He was very kind to me and never hurt me. Unlike Nick, he was never impulsive. He vented his emotions on people, calm and mature. I feel very happy.

He proposed, and I agreed.

I am still a little worried about my identity. I do n’t know how to describe it. In part, I still feel that I ’m still in Patton South, Nick ’s wife, and live tragically in his shadow ... sorry, I should n’t say that.

Can you help me with the last thing? another me.

I am engaged and I am about to start another life, but I am a little worried about my identity. I do n’t know much about this. In the identity information that Mr. Walker (Indian businessman who bought and sold identity, Steve Walker) gave me, there was little information about the family. I am getting married, a new marriage. I need to know this. I do n’t want my new husband to ask me when I do n’t know how to answer.

This is the last letter I wrote to you, my other one. I am about to start a new life. I should say goodbye to the past. Thank you, another me, your appearance is the greatest happiness of my life.

Take care.

——Didi, who used to live in pain

The woman, ‘Didi’, uh, Didi, bent the corner of her mouth, re-read the letter, lifted the hot pot, and finally missed the writing on it and threw it into the fire.

A dull roar came from the basement, "Sonny, my coffee !!"

Didi turned his head, rubbing his face, aggrieved expression, "Dear, immediately!" But the movement was still calm and slow. Take out the cup from the cupboard, take the milk from the refrigerator, and flip the "Urban Legend" spread out on the desk while carrying the coffee pot.

"Hurry up! Woman!"

"Come!" Didi joined the magazine, glanced at the stove covered by the ashes, and swiped twice into the trash can, carrying the coffee to the basement.

Pushing the door is met.

"The lazy woman rubs me again and breaks your leg!" Nick looked grim.

"Your coffee!" Didi replied wrongly, hiding his face behind the raised coffee cup.

"Humph!" Nick snatched, "What about the old camera at home ?! Where is it?"

"In the bedroom cabinet." Didi stared at George taking a sip of coffee, looking forward to praise.

Of course not, "Then what are you doing standing here !!!" Nick roared, "Go get it! Do you have to say everything before you do it! Stupid!"

Didi's grievance bowed and went upstairs silently.

Ah, the bedroom.

On the dressing table is a group photo of the wedding photos of Nick and Didi. Looks very happy, the young couple in love snuggled and smiled at the world.

Didi picked up the photo and faced the mirror of the dressing table, pushing and pushing on his face.

Um, it seems that the nose is a little higher than Didi in the photo, press a bit lower; the opening of the double eyelid seems to be smaller and wider; the corner of the eye seems to hang a little, and push up ...

Wait, Didi withdrew the last two actions. What, this is a natural change in human age, OK? Didi snickered that she had made her ridiculous move as soon as possible, put the picture back, and walked to the wardrobe.

Turn it on, take out the camera, check it, there seems to be no more film.

"Honey, do you want to take pictures? It seems that there is no more film ..." Didi said to Nick below the railing of the stairs.

"It seems? Is there any more!" Nick waved his cup vigorously and the dark coffee spilled out, "Are you stupid! What do I do with the camera without taking pictures! Are you beating you !!!"

Didi retracted his body, pouting in a place where the other party could not see, while maintaining a tense tone of grievance, "I, I remember there is a new film! I am looking for ..."

"Then dragged the floor! **!" Nick flicked the coffee stain on his arm and dropped the cup directly. He pushed open the door of the basement and went back.

"Film." Didi murmured and began rummaging, not in the closet, not in the dresser, under the bed?

Didy turned out something good.

A wooden box, opened, a diary, several rolls of used film.

The notes in the diary are the same as those in the letter just now. Just read one.

"My mother came to see me, but I couldn't see her. Because of my face, and the bruises left by Nick, the foundation can no longer be blocked.

I hid in the basement and leaned on the door, listening to Nick lying to my mother. He said, "Didi has gone to a friend's house and will not be back today."

Mother said, "No, she called me and let me come ..."

"Oh, she must have made a joke. She is at a friend's house. Do you want me to call her friend to confirm?"

"Uh, no, she didn't say what to let me do, I will come again next time."

I was already behind the door, crying again. Because, I know, the moment my mother walks out of the door, Nick will come over and ‘punish’ I dialed a number that I should n’t dial ...

And this is why I write with my left hand now.

I am more and more adept. 』

Didi closed the diary, ripped the corner of her mouth, and looked at the used film again. The black and white reversed picture was very violent, so I didn't describe it.

Didi found a new film in the box and packed it. Put away the wooden box, sort out the appearance, and went downstairs.

On the stairs in the basement, Didi put out a nervous smile, "Dear, camera." Handed out, "I went to the floor."

"Huh!" Nick checked the camera and compared it to the teenager who was **** in the middle of the basement. "I saw the newspaper on the desk and took it!"

"Okay." Didi nodded and moved quickly under Nick's sight ... just in sight, and out of the basement, she calmed down again.

Feet on the ground, skipping the coffee stains on the ground like a play, picked up the cup casually, put it on his finger and twirled toward the desk.

When he picked up the newspaper, he glanced at it. The biggest photo on the front page was the new director of the North District, wrapped in a bunch of microphones, and seemed to be interviewed. The title is very sensational-"The new chief of police is assassinated and the forensic staff member is killed".

"My dear, the newspaper."

Nick took it, "Isn't it today ..." His pupils narrowed, and he probably saw a few words from the police chief. The atmosphere in the basement froze for a moment, and then, pop!

The newspaper was thrown to the ground by Nick!

"**!"

"Nick, Nick?" Didi moved carefully to the door. "My dear, what's wrong?"

"Are you intentional !!!" Nick growled violently, glaring his hands and pressing the handle, ready to run out of Didi.

"Me, what's wrong with me?" Didi asked nervously.

"What's wrong with you ?! You ask me what's wrong with you ?!" Nick was approaching, but he didn't explain. how to explain? A guy who tied a struggling teenager in the basement, and saw the words of the chief of police, this wonderful psychological effect cannot be explained.

So it became a slap.

Didi failed to hide in time, rammed out of the basement exit like a rag bag, and curled up in his coffee stains while covering his face.

"Stupid!" Nick stared at Didi, who was curled up. "Get up!"

Didi stood up against the wall, covering her side, lowering her head to avoid everything.

"Go!" Nick continued to order. "Go find something that proves the date!"

Didis nodded, moving, covering her face, leaning against the wall, and proceeding carefully ...

"Faster!!"

Didi shook and accelerated his pace. What proves the date?

If Didi does n’t want to be slapped again, it needs to be fast, fast ... Aha! Didi picked up "Urban Legends", covered his face, and quickly returned to the basement, "Dear, dear, magazine, published today ..."

Nick snatched it, rolled it over, his face sullen, oh, of course not pity for Didi, he hit, pity what, "I don't remember I have this kind of magazine!"

"I, I set it."

"The prodigal woman!" Nick raised his hand, seeming to wave to Didi again, but stopped halfway, with a grunt, backhanded the magazine towards the bound boy and straightened it.

The camera's lens was aimed at the frightened teenager, and the magazine in front of him that could prove the date, clicked.

Nick doesn't seem to be satisfied, or just doesn't waste film, click click ...

"Go wash it, and buy more glue ..." Nick glanced at Didi, still covering his face on the stairs. "Huh! Useless woman, look at him here!" Grab the camera and go upstairs .

After a moment, the sounds of the front door, the motive, and the far away sounded in sequence.

Didi still covered her face and looked at the teenager who was still holding the magazine in front of her eyes. "Poor boy." Didi opened his mouth and got up and took away the magazine. "He asked me to look at you, you won't move. Right. "

The teenager couldn't speak, tape. The teenager was unable to move and was tied tightly. The teenager nodded in horror, why? Probably at first, this woman gave him a sorry look. As well as what I saw just now, the victims should be both.

The teenager looked at Didi, his eyes conveying something. However, Didi took the magazine and turned back, "Then you stayed well." Leaving the basement, leaving a whine of struggle.

His face was loosened. The crack, Didi returned to the bedroom, looked at his glasses, half of his face covered with cracks, pursed his mouth, and began to pick up the photos on the dressing table a little bit and "repair" back.

A piece of nose fell off, Didi picked up the puff and slowly applied it back. The cheekbones were lifted, smoothed, and posted back. The corners of the eyes are recessed for a while, which is a bit difficult to do. Didi's fingers poke into his eye sockets, and a little bit pushes out the "face" that should be in the correct position ...

After finishing it, Didi began to put various expressions in the mirror, joy and sorrow, and confirmed that this was a normal face, nodded with satisfaction, and seemed to be in a good mood to open the magazine. .

"It's just the beginning of the spring of the beginning of the year, Louis has started shaking her money tree on the street at night ..."

But after only looking at the beginning, Didi remembered something and went to the living room with a magazine. I found a comfortable posture, picked up the phone and opened the phone while reading the magazine in front of me.

"Louis doesn't know what her behavior will attract, such as the beasts in this city. Have you seen the gentleman approaching, do n’t be fooled by his decent clothes and his pretty face, that is a monster that lives on blood, and he looks at Louis, looking at food ... 』

Didi raised her eyebrows and said to herself, "Oh, this is the story of Grande's vampire and Louise ..."

"Walker." The phone was connected. "Who am I talking to?"

"Ah, Mr. Walker." Didi temporarily stopped reading. "It's me, Didi, remember?"

"Uh, Didi." The tone was weird.

"Oh, do you remember, Didi in the Southern District, two identical women sharing the same identity."

"I, I remember. You bought an identity for the extra person."

"Well, just remember." Didi smiled. "Oh, Spira said you already know aliens. We are not alone, huh, she is human, I am not."

"You ... you are an alien."

"Well, Jingren, if you're curious." Didi is very casual. "I want to ask about the identity we bought before. Well, that's the case." Didi played with a telephone line. "She I want to get married with a new identity and start a new life, but I do n’t know about the family of the new identity. Can you send her a note. "

"Uh, I ... well, I know."

"Do you need an address?"

"No, I can find the identity I sold."

"Oh, thank you. Good luck today."

"You too."

Bye. (To be continued.)