The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

James sullenly watched Zac touch a key from the eaves and opened the door. Bayi Chinese? ■? ■ Net. www.8.11zw.com?

"You should be happy, this means that the city of Barton is a safe city." Zach said.

As a police detective who lived in Barton City for two months, James couldn't agree with or refute. Under complicated emotions, he made an illegal invasion.

"No one." James glanced at the room.

"What do you think?" Zac closed the door and walked past James. "If anyone, I will knock on the door."

James's frowned eyebrows moved the bridge of his nose, causing pain.

"Uh." Zac cut his fingertips, tearing off the band-aid on his nose, and dropped it casually in the trash can beside the sand. His bleeding finger pressed onto the bridge of James' nose.

James subconsciously took care of it, and when he touched the bridge of his nose, the wound had disappeared and the swollen bridge of the nose was restored. James looked at the discarded band-aid in the trash can and prepared to pick it up. After all, this was someone else's home.

"You don't need to do more." Zac bypassed the sand and walked to the bedroom behind him. "This man ran away."

James kept his stoop and looked at the trash can. He also came to this conclusion, because there was a sour smell in the filled trash can, which means that the trash has been fermented at least three day.

This is the apartment-style housing that most single people in the North District of Barton City, or families with lower middle class would choose. , Much better than Wells.

"What are you looking for?" James asked Zucker uncomfortably when he heard Zack start to flip in someone's bedroom.

Zac stood in the bedroom, spread his hands, "find inspiration."

James looked at the scattered things around the vampire, clothes, shoes, debris ...

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Zac has already determined that this guy is not short of money. As a newcomer to a city, although he is not as exaggerated as James, it is much better than the locals like Wells. Then this guy didn't work because there was no real formal clothes or work uniforms in the wardrobe, the most was casual formal jackets, which were not formal.

And then this guy either has a special gender identity, or is **, or a **** or something. Because Zac now has many women of different sizes **.

Finally, this is a very cautious guy. Interracial people usually have things to hide, such as Zac ’s blood bank, Benjamin ’s hair, and often torn clothes, and leftovers from shapeshifters ...

And this guy seems to be no different from ordinary people except for his peculiar collecting addiction.

Zac moved towards the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, frowning and thinking.

"What's the matter now?" James asked after he had just visited the bedroom.

"His diet is very healthy." Zac raised an eyebrow. "For a human being."

James frowned, opened the refrigerator around Zac, and looked at it again. Vegetables, fish, chicken, eggs, milk ... really healthy, because there wasn't even a can of beer or soda.

Zac touched his chin and looked at the picture hanging on the wall. The man in the picture is about thirty years old, not very strong, but he is well-proportioned. In most of the pictures, he is happy, with a row of white teeth. Enough to advertise to the dentist's clinic, the scenes of the photos are also various, fishing, climbing, swimming, traveling ... The photos are all Polaroids that can be developed quickly. This camera has just been found by Zach.

"He may be an ordinary person." James looked around again, and there was nothing suspicious.

"A perfect ordinary person suddenly left everything and ran away." Zack added.

James heard something unusual, "What do you want to say?"

"He's too perfect." Zach pointed to the picture on the wall. "He travels, does all kinds of things, has perfect teeth, and looks that everyone envys." Zach pointed to the bedroom again, "No work, But there is enough money. And. "Zach leaned his head," He is very popular with women.? Eight ▲ one ★ Chinese ▲ Wen Wang www.81zw.com ?, there are a bunch of 'trophy'. "Zac pointed to the kitchen again , "And his habits are simply impeccable."

"So what exactly do you want to say ?!" James was very tired of the frustration that `` there is still no answer at this point ''.

"He is like a person in a fantasy." Zac concluded.

I once asked vampires that the classification of aliens is different from the previous question about social class, which is classification.

The vampire explained this way: "Three kinds. It is very easy to distinguish. One kind is me, Benjamin, and Jin. Our difference comes from our **, and our ability is reflected in the physical **, including the enchanting pupil."

I express my understanding that it is brainwashing. Rarely, I show IQ in front of the vampire. I signal the vampire to continue.

"Good, understandable. The second kind is the alien displayed on the basis of the soul like Ryan."

"Show with soul?" I used my brain, "like angels and demons?"

After praising my comprehension, the vampire reminded: "This is the two extremes, and there is the middle, starting from the first earth-bound spirit, the shadow man, the wandering soul, the illusion, the dream demon ..."

I barely understood and continued to ask, "What about the third one?"

After thinking for a while, Zac decided to describe this third one with a specific name, so that I can feel, "You, Alice, Spella, Papa midnight ..."

"Oh."

Here, Zac said the second kind.

"Do you want to say that this Daniel is a phantom man?" James opened his mouth halfway, and seemed to understand, and seemed to be puzzled. "I thought that the phantom man would only appear in the prosperous place of business."

"No," phantom man "is only easy to be born in the place where money transactions are frequent." Zach said the fact that money is the heaviest person **, so the fantasy derived from it is the most serious, but if the fantasy person Without pursuing strong power, you can survive in any place where there is **. "You forget that he came to the bottom aliens of Patton because of 'rumors'. What he pursues is not the mainstream alien values. It is normal."

James frowned, "Is the Illusionist capable of making people disappear and reappear?"

"If the timing is right and the ** is strong enough, the illusionist can make anything come true." Zack explained.

James's face sank again and clenched his fists. The detective obviously didn't quite understand the difference between Illusion Man and Papa at midnight.

Zac glanced at him, "Your prejudice is too big. I need to remind you that Papa is a human being at midnight, a heterogeneity among your human beings. The real aliens are not interested in playing with human feelings." Zac Added another sentence, "Will you play a game with your own lunch before eating lunch?"

Zac's explanation didn't make James feel any better.

"They rely on the illusion of gathering people to maintain the soul." Zac continued to stare at him regardless of his staring. "But the capacity of the soul is so large, when it can't accommodate it, it will naturally be discharged. Reality is a sad creature. "Zach pointed to everything in this apartment." These, these 'perfect' things, maybe only those photos are what he wants, and the rest come from the delusions of 'you'. " . "

Why does Zach say that such a healthy and enviable lifestyle is delusional?

Because, the two who wouldn't have any gains left the Daniel's house and knocked on the door of his neighbor. Just when the door opened, James could smell the smell of smoke. The thin man ’s eyes were dark blue. He was obviously less than 30 years old, but he looked like he was going to die. He stared at two. The strange man, "Who are you looking for."

Zac's red eyes didn't give the man any time to respond, and he opened the door directly. James saw the house shrouded in smoke, which was a circle smaller than Daniel's apartment, and the dirty tables and chairs were full. Pizza box and empty wine bottle ...

Zac casually asked a few questions about his neighbor, said goodbye, and knocked on another household.

In a cold and damp room, a fat middle-aged man only wore an ** that had not been washed for a long time. The whole body exuded a nauseating smell, and he held a crumpled toilet paper in his hand. .

Zac also asked a few questions and said goodbye.

Knocking on another household, the teenager in a wheelchair looked at two strange men, "Is there anything wrong? Sir."

The vampire sighed in his heart. It turned out that the photos were not ‘real’. Zac briefly shook his gods to get James ahead.

"We come to Daniel, but he's not here. Do you know where he is?" James tried to calm his heart that was fiercely noisy because he saw reality and paranoia coexist.

"Who are you?" The teenager suddenly became alert, his thin hand pressed against the wheel of his wheelchair.

James held the door that the teenager wanted to close. "I am James Lance! We are not bad guys. I am the Patton Police Department. Detective Lance!" James pressed his shoulder against the door and pulled out. His own badge, "We suspect Daniel is missing and are investigating, hoping to find him."

Zac did not disturb James and stood aside.

The teenager looked at James ’badge and remained alert.“ He did n’t disappear, he just went on a trip. ”

James glanced at Zac. The first two people had only three words about Daniel's whereabouts. They didn't know. This young man seems to be helping Daniel get rid of ‘trouble’ for some reason.

"Where did you travel?" James asked.

"I don't know." The teenager answered staring at James.

James did not give up, still using human detective thinking to get information, "Do you know his contact information? Phone? We need to contact to know that he is not lost ..."

Zac could n’t stand anymore, pushed James away, pulled out a business card, handed it to the disabled teenager, and put his face in front of the teenager: “Grand House, Zac. What ’s your name? first name?"

The teenager looked at the business card and looked at Zac in doubt, "You are not a policeman."

"I'm not." Zack smiled. "You don't need to trust me, but I want to ask, has Daniel made you stand up?"

As soon as the teenager's pupil closed, he pressed both hands on the door and wanted to close it!

"I guess he did this." Zac blocked the door effortlessly, crimson eyes looked at the teenager, "Tell Daniel, I have something to ask him, the phone is on the business card."

Zac let go and closed the door with a clatter.