The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

The community where Walter is located is actually named. When it opened, the businessmen wanted to continue Norl Beach. ∮ 八 ∮ 一 ∮ 中 ∮ text, www.8.1ｚw.COM life and entertainment, plus the cheap and surplus land in the Southern District, gave the name of [Exton] with high hope, meaning extension .

Instead of extending it, the gang in the southeast cut off the good wishes for business. Exton was abandoned, only the decaying sign in front of the community still had the name that had been placed on it.

Someone once sarcastically said that Exton was not an extension of Norr Beach, but that Herman set up the factory and created the extension of the boundary between the north and the south. At the northernmost end of the Southern District, there is a Herman factory in the west, and Easton in the east. On Highway 27, you have to cross the left and right attacks before you enter the real city.

The truck passed through the decayed signboard and drove in to Walter's house.

Zac frowned, looking at the black car in front of Walter's house. This was James's car, and James was standing in front of the window, staring sullenly after slowly approaching and stopping. truck.

"We should change cars." Zac said to Benjamin with a frown on his co-pilot.

The roar of old motives is very harsh in such a community. James clearly heard the familiar voice early and looked at the window. Well, in front of the Walter house window, James is inside! I do n’t know whether the light of the Walter family is bad enough, or whether the detective is somber. The detective staring at the van seemed to be wrapped in shadows, chilling.

Benjamin pouted, "What are you doing now, turn your head away, or go on."

Zac reluctantly unfastened his seat belt. "It's all found. Let's talk about it."

Pushing the car door, Zac smiled and waved at James, who was standing still in front of the window, "What a coincidence."

James moved, after the footsteps. The front door was pulled open, and James stood in the door, "It's a coincidence." Then he let go of his body, revealing a irritated look behind Walter. This is the real owner of this house.

Zac pursed his lips and glanced at Benjamin. He walked helplessly into the front and entered Walter's house.

Four people sat down at the small round table in the restaurant, with new candle marks on the table. Eight ◆ One ▲ ?? Chinese website www.8.11zw.com ▼ There is also a slight smell of burning in the air, it seems that not long ago, Walter was recruiting spirits. James could not have such a request, then it was James who interrupted Walter when he arrived.

Zac felt the smell in the air, and it seemed that James hadn't been here long.

No one spoke, and the atmosphere was awkward.

James' eyes kept shifting between Grand and Walter, and he tapped his finger on the table, saying without a tone, "Don't worry about me, what are you doing. Please continue."

Last night, it was Walter who picked up James and drove Chapman and Zac to the attic. Zac also introduced Walter's identity. Throughout the incident, Walter was shaped as a guy who was simply involved in trouble.

Zac observed James's expression, nothing to gain, and then looked at Walter, the talented liar, looking up at the ceiling. I don't want to make eye contact with the vampire at all.

Zac shook his head and placed the wooden box in the center of the table. "Walter, please. This is a sample."

"What kind of sample." Said that James didn't care about him and reached over the wooden box, and opened the box very rudely.

The rich, pungent scent hit James' face. The detective's eyes widened suddenly, and a cold face instantly turned flush.

Snapped!

Zac pressed the lid with one hand, looking at James's whole body tightly curled up and tilted to the side. If Benjamin, who frowned, held him, he would fall directly under the table.

"Are you all right." Benjamin pulled James' shoulders. Hold him upright and press his arms firmly.

James's pupils were loose, muscles all over his body were tight, the green roots of his forehead burst, thin sweat beads leaked from the pores, and his eyes stared hollowly in front of him, unable to focus.

"This stuff is so fierce." Walter, covering his nose, glanced at the box pushed by Zac. Some of them looked at James, and his lips flicked. He checked that the thing had been covered before turning around to open the window , The light in the room brightens up. Bayi ▼ Chinese ▼ ?? Wenwen. www.81zw.com ▲

Zac reached out and shook in front of James' face, looking at Benjamin. Benjamin shrugged and continued to hold James, who was beginning to twitch.

Zac looked back at James with a smile, regardless of whether the other party now has the ability to listen, "This is the spice that Spella gave Benjamin."

James's eyes moved a little while trembling, narrowly aimed at Zac.

Zack smiled even more and pointed to Walter who opened the other windows. "We want to ask him to help analyze the samples to see if there is any danger."

James's face was twisted. I didn't know whether it was because of the spice, or I heard Zac's words.

Zac waved his hand and seemed to be comforting James. "Don't worry, Spira's witchcraft notes that the role of this thing stimulates the soul." Zac took out a piece of paper in his pocket. Shattering in front of Mushi, this is the content, ingredients, manufacturing methods, and effects of the copy of Spira's notes.

"Sperla and Benjamin have both used them." Zac patted James' tight shoulders, "so it should be fine."

This is not consolation at all, Spella is a wizard, Benjamin is Alpha, James is very sure that he is just an ordinary human!

After ‘consoling’ James, Zac leaned back in his chair, watching Walter who had actually brought in an electric fan, and handed out the paper, “This should be helpful.”

Walter took it, glanced at it, folded it, found a rubber band, tied the paper strip and the wooden box together, and then exaggerated to find a crumpled cloth that did not know what to do, carefully wrapped the wooden box in.

James was pressed firmly on the chair by Benjamin. He squinted his eyes and watched Walter do all this. The sweat on his face kept oozing out, and was quickly dried by the fan that was driving to the largest gear. On the skin, it is oily and shiny.

James' nose flared continuously, as was his chest, and he was trying to adjust his breathing.

Benjamin's hand relaxed, and he could feel James's tight body relaxing.

After Walter finished things, he went back to the round table, frowned, and glanced at the three people, showing half of his front teeth. "My business is gone, it's okay. I still have business! You talk, please close when you go out. Good door! "This guy is about to get out again.

Zac nodded helplessly. Watching Walt pick up the wooden box wrapped up in a pile and quickly leave his home.

"Do you feel better?" Zac looked at James with a smile, his pupils slowly retracted, and the breathing movement slowly slowed down.

James opened his mouth and made a dry hum. The detective's shirt was completely wet with sweat. Steaming slowly under the fan.

Zac shook his head, stood up, turned off the fan and walked to the kitchen, found a clean glass, and received a glass of water. Pass it to James.

"You should replenish water." Seeing that James didn't pick it up, Benjamin said indifferently against the back of the chair.

James picked up the cup, poured it, and rumbling. Drinking water can actually make you look angry.

Zac took the empty glass very intimately and was about to get another one.

"Stay! Here! Here!" James's voice was hoarse, he stared at Zac, "Sit down!"

Zac raised an eyebrow, pouted at Benjamin with a smile on his face, and sat down.

"Why give this ghost sample to Walter!" James glared at Zac, asking with a forceful tone.

Zac's eyes turned around in Walter's restaurant. He was thinking, oh, no doubt, James appeared in the Walter family in this way, and James must have seen something.

"Chapman." Zac decided to take it slowly. Now that he was exposed, he would give James a chance to dominate and make James feel better. "It should be Wandel." Zac smiled. The smell on Wandel was completely covered. Walter has resources. There are resources to get this advanced witchcraft potion, so we asked him for help. "

James stared at Zac, not knowing whether it was a remnant of the previous spice effect, or his real emotional reaction now. Twitching, "So it was after you saw Wandel that Walt had this resource, is that true."

Zac opened his mouth, "I, uh. I, I think, that's the case ..." He gave James enough time to interrupt himself.

"Cheater!" James held the cup with a heavy hammer on the table. "You have been following us yesterday! You saw Walter going to get rid of it! At that time you met Walter!"

"It's counted as me." Benjamin didn't have any help at all. "When Coulson left, I went to your house and waited there."

"Humph!" It was a laugh. James was smirked. He nodded non-stop. "Very good, very good!"

Zac glanced at Benjamin silently, "I need to make sure you are safe."

"So just ..." James just froze as soon as he opened his mouth. What he wanted to say was, ‘So I was helpless and **** in the car. I look forward to seeing you soon! ’, He realized that this sentence would express the exact opposite.

"Okay James." Zach shook his head helplessly, "I know Walter will not treat you, but before I actually get in touch with Wandel, I still want to ensure that Wandel will not hurt you."

James seemed to think of something funny, staring at Zac, "It's really interesting how you keep people safe!"

"James." Zac took it seriously. "You know what I'm thinking. I need you to judge the situation of Chapman and Wandel objectively." Zac smiled again. "You did it, that's what it is important."

James frowned, his mouth twitching, "Huh. Hehe, what is this?" He stared at Zac's eyes and stood up, "Is this another test paper for you? James Lance?" , I, will you write the correct answer. "James's eyes narrowed and his standing body pressed against the vampire who was still sitting." What do you think you are? Do you think you are the one who caused the problem? " Do you think you are a god? "

Zac frowned, which was not the direction he wanted.

"Guess how." James almost stuck to the vampire's face. "You are just a worm that is disgusted and abandoned by all species, but can only rely on the blood of other creatures to survive."

James turned and pushed the obstructed chair away from Walter's house. (To be continued.)