The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

Chapman took a deep breath and put his hand on the patrol car's handle, which is today. Bayi Chinese? ■? ■ Net. www.8.11zw.com?

"Hey Chapman!" Someone slapped him on the shoulder. After turning around, the man who put his hand on Chapman's shoulder smiled reluctantly. "Thank you. I will compensate you tomorrow."

Chapman buried all emotions at the deepest point and smiled at his friend, "Go ahead and leave me a cake."

Today is the birthday of Patton Police Chief Cologne, so the police station held a surprise party. Of course, not everyone will participate, the police are very busy. But being able to spend at least two hours with a party with his highest boss, many people are fighting for this opportunity.

Chapman was the one who gave up the opportunity. He took the initiative to take the patrol task of his friend. He smiled and patted his friend's shoulder, urging, "Go! And don't forget to say something good about me!"

"I will not forget!" The friend assured with a smile.

Of course, Chapman would n’t take it too seriously. As a police officer, he doubted whether his friends had a chance to get close to the chief.

He opened the door. This is a standard police car with blue and white stripes and Bdpd (Barton Police Department) painted on the body. He got on the bus, and after a brief distraction, the ease disappeared, tension, fear ... The messy emotions once again occupied his heart.

Chapman took a deep breath, turned the key, turned on the radio with some trembling fingers, and after a short noise, the police radio channel became clear. When Chapman drove out of the Patton Police Station, the lights were covered in the windows at night, "Dispatch Office, Becky First Street, drunken trouble ...", "Liszt Street, someone reported a stolen vehicle ... "

Chapman began to patrol.

However, he ignored these contents and did not respond to any scheduling. He has a clear destination, after all, it is today.

The patrol car drove up Beech Street and then turned onto Highway 27 south. The prosperity in the night was gradually thrown behind him and left Becky. Leaving Liszt's range, Chapman continued south. The lights on the car windows changed from colorful to monotonous, and the buildings on both sides of the street had only a warm dim light, matching the street lights. Passed across Chapman's face.

Mary Church retreated from Chapman's vision. Eight ● One? ★ Chinese? Net. www.81zw.com ★ Chapman unconsciously slowed down his car and turned his head to glance at the largest church in Barton City. He couldn't help but stopped on the side of the road, and instead of walking to the church, he began searching for the phone booth. He did not find it, only to see an open convenience store.

"Do you have a phone?" Chapman walked into the convenience store with his hands on the belt around his waist, where his police badge, his baton, and a police revolver with only six bullets hung. Of course, he is not showing anything, this is just the habit of all policemen.

The young cashier sitting behind the counter put down the newspaper in his hand, smiled at the policeman in his early thirties, pointed to the back, and asked casually. "Do you need change?"

Chapman touched his pocket, smiled bitterly, and found a five-dollar bill. The young man quickly passed five coins and pointed to the back again.

After Chapman thanked, he walked back and picked up a small bottle of whiskey when passing the shelf. He needs spirits to soothe his nerves.

Putting all five coins into the coin slot of the phone may be subconsciously trying to make the call last longer.

"Hello, Pierce (Chapman's surname) 's home." A tired female voice came from the receiver.

"It's me, dear." Chapman tried to make his voice sound normal.

"Oh, my dear. I thought you were on the shift." The female voice in the receiver was also temporarily relieved of fatigue. With a warm tone.

"Ah, yeah. I'm on patrol, they are all at the party." Chapman turned the cap of the bottle he just took with one hand. His thumb was pale because of inconvenient force. But he still unscrewed it with one hand, "I just want to call to hear your voice."

The bottle was raised, and Chapman suppressed the sound of swallowing.

There was laughter in the earpiece, and then he became worried, "What's wrong, what happened?"

"Ah, nothing." The hand holding the wine bottle pressed against Chapman's lips. He frowned tightly, he really shouldn't treat the wine in his hand with the rhythm of drinking water, and now his throat seemed to be burned by fire. He quickly changed the subject, "What about our baby?"

The alcohol of the spirits started to work. Unexpectedly, Chapman raised his voice unconsciously and asked again, "How about our baby? How does he feel. Eight ◆ One ★ ▲ Chinese? .81zw.com? "

"He fell asleep." The emotion in the receiver changed and became sad, "I hope to have a beautiful dream."

"He will." It may be the role of alcohol, Chapman's thinking is strangely clear. The kind of ‘clearness’ that only exists under the influence of alcohol. This is not good, trust me.

"Hey, dear, I want to hear his voice." Chapman began to make unreasonable demands.

"He just fell asleep." There was a hint of complaint from the voice over the phone. "He will go to the hospital tomorrow. He needs to rest. Will you go with us tomorrow?"

The topic seems to be in a very homely direction, pulling Chapman's mind a little normal.

"I'm sorry, my fault. I just passed the church, remembered the priest's words, and suddenly wanted to hear your voice." Chapman avoided the topic of tomorrow. Under the influence of alcohol, he was sure he would not Tomorrow.

"Oh." There was very little regret in the female voice, but she immediately changed her tone, "Yeah, the priest is right, everything will be fine, there will always be a way." Voice, with a more active and relaxed tone, "I am hopeful for tomorrow's examination, maybe the doctor has a new treatment plan. Everything will be fine."

"Yes." Chapman raised the bottle in his hand again. He had thought of a way, "You have a good rest, my dear."

"Watch out for safety, dear."

Hanging up the phone, Chapman walked to the counter. The young cashier looked a little embarrassed at the half-drinked whiskey and kindly reminded, "I hope you don't need to drive."

"Don't worry." Chapman waved casually. "My partner is in the car and we are about to get off work." This is a lie that will soon matter.

The cashier curled his lips, settled the bill, glanced at the policeman, and picked up the newspaper again. His mind was quickly attracted by the content of the news. Many things have happened in the city of Barton recently. The biggest is Smith's acquisition of Yuri, the front page of these days is the details of the acquisition process every day.

Chapman got on the patrol car and continued south. It didn't take long for him to enter his destination. The most insidious southeastern part of the North District.

Far from the bustling bars and clubs of Becky, everything here seems to be covered with a gray layer. Chapman turned off the irritating police radio and turned it on.

In the deep bass sound, a hoarse voice sounded. Chapman frowned, seeming to have been popular music from the west recently. Goth, seems to be called this name. The only reason Chapman knew this was that some fanatic fans in the city of Patton were disturbed by neighbors when they howled at midnight.

But at this time, the background music is not important, the important thing is that Chapman has found his goal.

The patrol car slowly leaned to the side of the road, Chapman turned off all lights, the bottle of wine that was about to reach the bottom was raised again, and a group of people were walking from the corner of the street, they were noisy and noisy.

"I heard that the" General "came out. Do you want to have some fun?"

Chapman didn't care what these people were saying. All he needs is that the other party is disorderly social dross; the other party is drunk, which means more impulsive; the other party seems to be ready to find trouble. As a policeman, Chapman had enough reasons to stop it.

Pushing the door open, Chapman walked to the swaying crowd, "Hey! You guys! Stand there!"

"What?" Someone in the crowd looked to this side, and Chapman walked out in the shadow. "Look! What do I have, a police officer!" The other person shook his body and pointed at Chapman, waving ridiculously. "Good morning! Officer! What can I do for you? Ah?"

With laughter, Chapman said, "Now is night! You trash!"

"Wow! Wow!" People who need to stand up to stand up straight look at their companions. He has nothing to fear. "Relax, officer! You can't abuse us at will!"

"I just scolded!" Chapman continued to walk towards the crowd. "How can you treat me, you shit!"

"Are you **** looking for death?" Someone in the crowd came out, but he couldn't get closer because Chapman's hand pressed the holster. "Wait! Relax police officer! We didn't do anything!"

Chapman stared at the person who said, "No? You hit me and attacked the police!" Chapman held his **** and hit his nose! In the bang, Chapman's footsteps staggered with too much force, but he immediately stabilized his footsteps, under the crooked nose bridge, bright red stained his lips.

"Hey!" The crowd rioted, "What the **** are you doing! We didn't touch you at all!"

The gunshots sounded in the street, and Chapman shot at the yelling person.

In the scream, the other party fell to the ground holding his knee. Chapman opened and closed his blood-stained teeth, "Now I am just defending!"

"Crazy!" Someone shouted in the crowd, "he will shoot again!"

"Do you know to be scared now! A bunch of rubbish!" Chapman stared at a group of people who were completely shocked and had no time to respond. "Beg to a group of little bitches!

"What the **** are you talking about ?!" His companion was still tumbling in pain on the ground. Someone glared at Chapman, his hand reaching towards his waist.

"Yes!" Chapman raised his gun with a terrible face. "Just stand there and let me turn your disgusting face into a pumpkin pie ..."

Before Chapman finished, he was kicked. From behind, the detective walked into the middle of the crowd for strange reasons ...

The southeast streets that were not covered with dust quickly recovered calm, leaving a blood-stained body on the corner. It will be a corpse soon.

but.

Chapman now knows that in the legend, he will see another legend when he is about to die. It is true, because now there is a person exactly like him lying on the ground with him. The other party smiled and asked, "Who am I?"

"Me?" Chapman was helpless. At this last moment, he had hallucinations.

He shouldn't answer, because immediately, he was possessed by the shadow man.

According to the plan, Chapman should die in the police and get a lot of insurance money. Now, uh, he has another few days of life. (To be continued.)