The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

Seven or eight extended limousines were launched in front of the Grand House. Except for Mrs. Quinn ’s car, which was going west on the Grand House, the others left on Highway 27. Eight? One? ■? Chinese network. ww.8.11zw.com? But among these luxury vehicles, a dirty and worn truck suddenly mixed in.

Snapped! Snapped! ...

For Benjamin ’s car, the rumbling motives have made him noticeable enough, but Benjamin is not enough. Continued ravaging and harassing his car radio, the rattling sound makes him more prominent!

Finally, the rapid drumming and buzzing guitar sounds replaced the noise, and Benjamin looked at Kim on the co-pilot with a satisfied look: "Look, it just needs some time. It will never let me down."

Kim ’s attention was not on the cracked radio, his eyes swept on the surrounding luxury cars, all of whom he knew. Before coming to Barton City, the elder ‘nobles’ of Barton City had their materials in front of him.

Entrepreneurs, philanthropists, abdicated politicians ... No matter who is in control of the upper class of Barton City, these people are the real roots of Barton.

Kim did not deliberately obscure his appearance. He knew that the exposure of this outsider was not enough for these senior Barton figures to know themselves.

"Where are we going?" Jin asked.

"[Ford Funeral Home] in the North District, if you are lucky, I hope you can buy a statue of Gabriel." Benjamin handed the order to Kim.

Jin looked at the somewhat old order, and his eyes fell on the booker—Quin. Was it the Quinn couple? There was a trace of sadness in Jin's eyes, and then he looked at a courtesy car, so the person who had just got on the car should be the legendary "prodigal man"-Master Boque Quinn.

Benjamin's sturdy arms rested on the steering wheel. He looked at Jin and asked his eyes squinted: "Why, do you know that kid?"

Jin folded the order, returned it to Benjamin, and shook his head: "I don't know him, I just know some of his rumors. Bad rumors."

Benjamin raised his eyebrows, "What rumors. Bayi Chinese ?? ●? Wwwwww.81zw.com ▼"

"The Quinn Group has projects to support the return of veterans throughout the Federation, and there are rumors that Poche used Quinn's name to mobilize funds everywhere for private ownership." Jin thought for a while, said.

"Oh? Has your money been swallowed?" Benjamin asked.

"How is it possible! It's just that my father and Quinn's project have cooperation ..." Kim was immediately alert and glared at Benjamin: "You're tying me!"

"Haha!" Benjamin laughed, and a row of white teeth appeared in his lips covered by a brown beard. "Jin, are you serious? You know that if we want to know your identity, we don't have to be so troublesome!"

Jin frowned. Two hours ago, he saw Zac ’s eyes turned red, and said to the woman named Louise: "From today, you work in the Grand House, in Georgia. Life in the Rand House. Without my permission, you cannot contact anyone and take a step out of the Grand House. "

After a moment of confusion, the woman abandoned her original life and became a new member of the Grand House.

"Louise, what will happen to that woman in the future?" Jin asked Benjamin, who was still laughing.

"What's the matter? When the transfiguration is cleared, she will be free." Benjamin replied with a laugh, "Maybe, just maybe, Zac would consider making a descendant. Did you not show it, Zac treated the woman?" It seems very affectionate. "

Kim had a bad feeling, and Benjamin made a guess that should not be known to him: "I don't care about Zac's 'descendants'! I just want to know why Zac's eyes distort people's will! Would he be right? I do the same! "

Benjamin showed a thoughtful expression: "Why? Who knows. As for whether it will be like that to you, it depends on whether you control it."

This is true. Although Louise is clever, she has insufficient control, which can be illustrated by her own risk. Once really in danger, her weak body is simply not enough to protect herself.

Benjamin glanced at the poor-looking Jin: "So far, you are not bad. But you should understand that if you want to cooperate with us, you will eventually tell us your true identity. Eight? ● One? Chinese? ．Ww.8.11ｚw.com ● We have all seen your reaction after hearing the 'Shaman', and you know that your identity will be of great help to our investigation. "

Jin bowed his head and thought, he was indeed hesitating. From the early morning, facing the two in the woods, he was considering the reliability of the two. In Barton, he has no people to trust and no network to use. Is it necessary to establish a relationship with two non-humans now?

"Can I trust you?" Kim looked at Benjamin and asked seriously.

"Of course." Benjamin shrugged. "You are still alive, aren't you?"

"Okay! I have a request! Zac will never use those red eyes on me! I don't want to be his 'descendant'!"

"Deal." Benjamin's body swayed with the music, said indifferently. These requests seem to have nothing to do with the werewolf. Benjamin agreed to this for Zac. "So, start with your real name."

"James Lance."

"Oh? Are you the only son of General Lance?" Benjamin was interested. "Why did you come to the city of Barton."

"I retired and was transferred to the Patton Police Station." Since he decided to trust, Kim no longer has any concealment. Of course, the most important reason is that he said it himself, and was forced to say it by Zach's red eyes Different things! I have to admit that for two non-humans, Kim is at a disadvantage.

"Look." Benjamin seemed to be in a good mood: "This is the power of teamwork. We have found the identity of the perverted person. Maybe we should go to the Patton Police Station to shake it."

Barton North, east, near the beach, here is a residential area, the entire street is a two-storey single-family houses. Obviously, the houses here are as expensive as the apartments in the center of the North District. Coulson did not know whether the half of David lying in the freezer was lucky or unfortunate. Fortunately, he inherited this valuable house. Unfortunately, perhaps it was the value of this house that made him a steal. The goal of metamorphosis and identity.

Detective Coulson pushed the door open, feeling the warm sunshine and fresh air.

He has just completed the on-site inspection. Because Director Cologne's confidentiality requirements, without the support of others, so he alone completed the survey, the progress is naturally a bit slow. The coat pockets on both sides were stuffed with small sealed plastic tapes, which he had to take back to the police station for analysis. But Coulson didn't make any hope. The time of David's death was uncertain, and the scene in the basement did not know how many times it was destroyed. Those small samples may not find anything.

The only thing that can be done is to compare the evidence here with the evidence collected in the place where the x female body was found, and see if the two cases of cruel dismemberment of the victim belong to the same person.

"Cooper, Detective Coulson." A slight trembling voice sounded behind him. It was Fitz. "Now, what are we going to do now?"

Coulson turned to look at the thin man whose eyes were still red, and sighed: "Now I will go to the police station and send these forensics for analysis. As for you, we can't risk you back to work." Coulson pulled Fei Here, put the key back to its original position, and finally recall that all the things that have moved back to the original position, then walked out of the courtyard and returned to Fitz's van.

Just opened the door, a strong smell of fried chicken came out!

"James!" Coulson yelled, "Where did you get these fried chicken !!"

"[Macken Fried Chicken], it's delicious, do you want it?" James handed a box of fried chicken expressionlessly.

"& Amp; * & amp; 9% # a" Korsen lost his speech ability! He worked hard to investigate the crime scene, and the only task he gave the guy was to stay behind, alert him of the surroundings, and prevent the sudden return of ‘David’. But this guy actually went to buy food halfway!

Are you kidding me? Such a person is simply not eligible to have a police badge!

"David also likes the chicken wings ..." Fitz seemed to think of something again, tears in his red eyes ...

"Ah!" Coulson suppressed a low roar, punching a heavy hammer on the door, pushing Fitz to the co-pilot, sitting on the driver's seat, taking a few deep breaths, suppressing his anger: "Now! Go back to the police station! Fitz! We will take you to a safe house! "

"Ann, safe house?" Fitz asked, sobbing.

"Yes." Coulson moved the van: "According to what you told me, David doesn't have many friends at the work place. You are his best friend, which means that among the people he contacts every day, the most The person who can easily see through his identity is you! So you are not safe now! "

The van went around the street corner. Sure enough, a fried chicken shop appeared on the side of the road, but the signboard was not [Mckenham].

"But we can't use the resources of the police station." Corson said this to James: "The director doesn't want this case to be public for the time being, so we can't go to the safe house in the bureau! James, you are in the city Is there a loft in the center? "

The van continued to move forward until it was about to leave the neighborhood. Coulson did not see the signboard that James said. The middle-aged detective's anger was not suppressed for a moment, and his entire body turned in the driver's seat: "James! What did you do! You actually went so far to buy fried chicken !!! Do you still have a task in your eyes !!! "

Coulson ’s seat belt was tightened, and his entire body was about to be turned over, even the steering wheel was ignored. It seemed that he was going to pounce on James!

"Detective Detective Colson !!" Fitz held the steering wheel in a panic, holding the furious detective in one hand and shouted: "[Macken Fried Chicken] There is a phone! You can call takeaway !!"

Coulson stared at James with his mouth full of food, his expressionless face, his fists clenched, and finally he could bear it. General Lance's name was too big! Coulson turned back bitterly and sat down again, holding the steering wheel.

Fitz pulled the car in a panic and pulled one out of a pile of crumpled paper: "Detective, look, takeaway! Detective James must have ordered takeaway!"

Coulson dialed the take-out list in front of him, sneered, and did not speak. Fitz persuaded him to lead, but he didn't think his partner was a takeaway! How did James, who had just been in Barton for a week, know the takeaway phone number of the fried chicken restaurant! The only thing is that this guy ate all the way, and finally chose the best one!

James is too unreliable! Detective Coulson gave up the idea of ​​letting James protect Fitz and thought for a moment: "Fitz, let's go back to your house first, then you call for leave for a few days, park the car in your house, and then I went back to the station together. You have been protected by me for a few days. James, after returning to the police station, you go to the place where David worked, and look at that David! "

Fitz nodded timidly, and only James' sound of chewing the chicken came from the back seat, huh, huh ...