The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

When he left, it was still the familiar prison guard with huge buttocks leading the way, "How is the warden's mood?" The truncheon sticked to his waist was ridiculously slanted to the side, if he didn't press it all the time Will scratch the cold wall. Eight? ▼ One ▼ Chinese website www.81zw.com?

Zac turned his head and smiled and gave his own hint, "During this time, if there are any problems, it is best not to disturb Mr. Warden."

The prison guard whispered, snorted, and responded.

"How's it going?" Zack didn't like the feeling of prison, he was trying to distract himself.

"What can I do, look the same." The other party's head did not return.

"I heard that there are two death row inmates in the Black House?" Zac asked in a gossip tone.

"One." Although the prison guard always looked cold, he still answered Zac's questions. For him, this is already a normal communication in life, "Huh, are you the same as others. Interested in death row prisoners?"

Zac smiled, "Curiosity will always come. You said there is only one?"

"One of the citizens was attacked at the end of the trial and killed on the spot." The prison guard said nothing, "The other is about to be released."

"Release?" Zack asked. Normal curiosity should be ‘killed? ’, But our vampire knows exactly what was born, do n’t be curious. ⊥August 1 Chinese, www.8.1ｚw.COM

"The black house will leave people in the summer for a long time, and something will happen." The prison guard shook his head impatiently. "If the person hangs in the black house, the warden is in trouble. So let it out, spend the summer, and execute."

Zac nodded, he was not surprised that this person would directly judge the warden's affairs. In fact, looking at his appearance, he knows that he is more like a brother who delivers packages after taking out a window outside a fast food restaurant than a prison guard! Zac, who is already familiar with each other, knows his work and rarely contacts the prisoners, belonging to the category of debris.

"Will the execution be public in time?" Zac continued to wonder.

The prison guard finally glanced at Zach as he turned the corridor and rolled his eyes. "Tickets have already been robbed by the reporters. If you want to stand and watch, just come.

Zac's smile, the death penalty, is still a very heavy thing.

When he left the building, Zac raised his arms and the sunlight was so good that he wanted to sleep, but he couldn't replenish food before returning to the truck. This is a prison, something cannot be brought in.

Zach and the prisoner who turned back returned to the truck and walked towards the truck. As if by coincidence, a man in a black shirt and straight pants was walking out of the side of the prison.

Zach looked at the building in the distance. Among the facilities made of stone walls and iron wire, a black cross stood in the sky on a small domed building. ? August? Chinese ◆? Net. www.81zw.com? Father Constantine saw Zac, nodded with a smile, the two went to the parking lot.

"Is Mr. Grande visiting someone?" Constantine had a trace of sweat on his forehead, slipping along his ears through his neat gray head. He asked with some doubt.

"No, I don't know the people inside." Zach shook his head with a smile, and walked to the shade intimately. "It was a matter of discussing with the warden and cooperating with the funeral home."

Constantine nodded his head clearly and crossed his chest. The neighbor of the Church of the Son, Grand Funeral Home, can be described as flying in this year's exhibition. Of course, casually, the Church of the Son also enjoyed the benefits.

Today is Sunday. As the priest of the church closest to the prison, Constantine has the responsibility to give redemption lights to those souls who have been “lost”. It's just that the time has been dragged into the afternoon. Obviously this is an abnormally responsible priest.

Unlike Joseph's question in the Gospel Church, God knows what Constantine answered to questions that ordinary people cannot accept. We can only pray that Constantine ’s sermon in front of a group of criminals is not the ‘ten commandments’.

When the two walked together, Zack could feel the heat radiating from the priest, the shirt that was smooth on the skin had dark spots of sweat on the shirt, and the wavy wet marks on the neckline went from the silver cross to the sides Born, Made. Constantine loosened his neckline, and he was very tired, both physically and mentally.

"Louis said that there was a nun who was sick." Zach first expressed regret. "The sudden increase in workload needs adjustment for us, and the priest should pay attention to the body."

The workload refers to the continued funeral of the church some time ago. The clerics' life and rest are very stable, and the work content is also monotonous. Sudden mass funerals clearly broke the law of the people in the Church of the Son. After the church was closed, the newly adapted rules were broken again. Repeated habit destruction makes people sick, and Zac also expects that things are so reasonable.

"Thank you Mr. Grande for your care." Constantine nodded with a smile. "It is true that everyone is a bit uncomfortable during this time. Suddenly busy and relaxed, and when the seasons change, she is not very contaminated with the flu. Just rest for a few days. "

Constantine expressed his sincere gratitude, "Miss Liane (Louise's surname) helped a lot, and the nuns liked her very much."

The short road has come to an end, and this short exchange has to end. Although he is a neighbor, except for Louise because of his childhood life, other people have not been baptized and become true believers. So Zac just said to take care and say goodbye to the priest.

"Mr. Grande." The priest shouted suddenly as he pulled away his old car.

Zac turned his head and blocked the sunlight with the door, looking at the priest, "Father, what's the matter?"

After a brief change of expression on Constantine's face, he returned to a priest who should be kind. He smiled and said with the priest's usual guidance and comfort.

"Mr. Grande, the current exhibition of the Grand House is gratifying. But please ask Mr. Grande not to get lost in this fast process. Changing too fast may not always be a good thing."

The vampire turned around in the shadow cast by the truck door, facing the priest not far away. There was a flash of emotion in Zach's light green eyes, and he nodded, "Thank you, Father, for reminding me, I will keep the original intention of this change."

Vampires, werewolves, Anthony, came to the original intention of Barton, Barton city in the sun, can only be regarded as the first chapter of wild history.

Constantine nodded happily, fully opened his car door, and sat in.

Zac finally got into the driver's seat of the truck, the metal wine bottle was taken out, the bottle mouth was unscrewed, and the red liquid flowed into the vampire's body under the flipped bottle, dispelling the lethargy brought by the sun.

Zac frowned as he looked at the priest who had reached the front.

It's not a good experience to lie in front of a priest, just ignore Constantine's unwarranted reminder for what. We all know that the original intention of the vampire hesitated, and at the moment of all these changes-the privatization of Patton's funeral industry, the vampire hesitated.

The vampire shook his head and moved the truck, and his mood suddenly became unpleasant. He beat the radio like Benjamin, and the noise gradually disappeared under the violent treatment, ethereal, irritable, hoarse ... Under the combination of contradictory vocals and lyrics full of vague and dark hints, there was loud noise.

It's the music style that has suddenly become popular recently. Zac pursed his lips and stepped on the accelerator.