The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

Zac's hand stood in the air, no one stepped forward. ▼ Eight ★ One ▼ Chinese ▼ Wenwen. ww.81zw.com? I said, it is not time, the waiter who is chatting with joy is not conscious. Two cups of coffee meant that the tip was just a dollar, and even on Ogil Street, everyone was not so desperate.

Zac was embarrassed, Blake smiled reluctantly, pressed a banknote under the coffee cup and stood up, "I'm going back too."

Zac glanced at the bill under the cup, and his lips flicked up, not knowing which lucky waiter would come to collect the cup.

"I'm dangling around, waiting for Benjamin." Zac said to Blake when he left the restaurant, saying goodbye. Blake nodded, said nothing more, trot back the same way, passed the graffiti boy before, smiled and waved his hand.

Zac looked in the direction of Blake's departure and waited for a while, hanging slowly behind. Zac doesn't have time to go, so he is still prepared to meet Jason's house. Of course, by the way in Jason ’s home, Zac needs to know more about this person who is very likely to become an anti-social-socialist.

Watching Blake's car leave, Zac turned the corner and walked to the apartment building of Jason's house.

A man in a hood buckled his head and approached, his hands in the front pocket, bulging.

Zach seemed to feel the sweat coming out of the other party's clothes. In such bright sunshine, the guy in the pullover still kept his head down alertly. This guy could not be more suspicious.

Zac suddenly shouted as he passed him, "Ah! Jason, you are back."

The other person shuddered and looked back in surprise. Of course, there was nothing but red eyes. Zach smiled and said, "Come with me."

Then this guy didn't react, so he was hugged by Zac, and he stumbled and turned around, held by the vampire. Entered the apartment where Jason's house is located.

Returning to Jason's home, Zac showed no signs of being upset. The man who was cuddled around just returned to the stranger with somehow and was struggling. ? August? Chinese? Text ◆ Net. ww.81zw.com?

"What did you take from here?" Zac pressed the other person's body about to turn away. He pinched his chin to his eyes.

After a brief absence, his hand extended from his front pocket, and several crumpled sheets of paper were held in his hand.

Zach ’s eyes were n’t looking at the other person ’s hand, but he murmured, "A little bit."

Then gently unscrew the other's hood. Zucker gently took a sip to his neck, and Zac was not greedy at all.

Only one bite, Zac's self-control is very high when it comes to his personal safety. Although Gangaro was very young when he saw it last night, vampires are extremely heterogeneous people who are extremely sensitive to blood. It is still easy for a person to have less blood.

For safety, Zac pushed gently against the wall with the back of his head.

"Oh!"

"You fell. Go find something to pack, it's summer. You don't want to get infected." Zac looked at the guy with blood oozing from his fingertips covering his nose, reminding him intimately.

The poor guy looked around and rushed straight into the bathroom, and a moment later, the sound of a whirling water started.

Zac picked up a few **** of paper that fell on the ground and unfolded. It was a leaflet, ‘find your inner strength and fight like a man! ’Then address and time.

Zac raised an eyebrow, because the address was the small motel on the edge of Paisin that made people doubt the meaning. [Pyne Rest Station].

"Room 1o5." Zac waved the leaflet in his hand. "Is this the place to recruit?"

"You're saying ..." The guy with mixed blood and water on his face turned his head, and the eyes in his eyes were occupied by red, "Yes. Yes."

Zac looked at the other person's bad face and shook his head, "Continue to clean, you look so disgusting. ● ● Bayi Chinese ◆ ■ Net. Www.81zw.com ■"

The other party nodded dumbly and turned back, but his eyes were locked in the mirror on the washbasin. Those two red spots.

"Are you here to take back these leaflets?" Zack asked, looking at the man in the mirror, mechanically cleaning his nose.

"Yes."

There is a sad story like this, when a rib was taken from a man to deal with a man, Zac was a little floating.

"why?"

"Someone is staring at Jason, we can't let him lead people to us." This should be Grande.

"Is this the" Fight Club "?"

The man in the mirror was stunned, his glaring eyes coincided with Zac's red eyes.

Zac frowned, then picked one, and inexplicably said, "We don't talk about fighting clubs."

Under the twisted nose of the other party, his mouth widened, and he smiled at Zac.

Zac pouted, and Gangaro did some work. The ability to deform is one of the abilities to paralyze prey. Perhaps the Lord is as fair as the holy scripture says. Gangro ’s enchanting pupil is not as powerful as Torido, it is more like a reflection implanted in consciousness Zac often uses short-term memory to make people decide to trust him to express his heart. When the conditions are right, it will naturally take effect.

It's just that the reflection is too primitive, and Gangaro can't make up the conditions of activation like Torrido, such as evading accounts. It is also impossible to conduct follow-up dialogues like Toredo.

Zac could cover this boring reflection, but destroyed the influence of Gangaro's enchanting pupil and exposed himself. Among the clandestine clan, only ‘Mokawi’, known as the lunatic, has the same enchanting pupils as Torredo, and the mentally problematic guy has never been confined to the deepest part of the secret alliance.

It ’s not cost-effective to expose himself, and Zack shook his head. "Where are these flyers divided?"

"Some bars."

Zac raised an eyebrow. "Who are you?" He suddenly became interested in this guy. "Why did you join, uh, you know."

"I ..." There was a trace of sorrow on the other person's face, "I lost my job, I ..."

Zac waved his hand and lost his interest. Anyway, it must be the guy who obviously complained about life. This is actually a very loosely recruited organization. As long as the first flyer is released, everyone will find a guy similar to themselves and be drawn into this unspeakable club.

Zac rubbed the leaflet back into his pocket. "Will anyone come out tonight?"

"I don't know, we have to wait for the boss's arrangement."

"This boss." Zac raised an eyebrow. "Who is he?" Zac waved again. "Forget it." The name doesn't make any sense, and this guy probably doesn't know, "Tell me a few of you go often s Bar."

Zac remembered several names, "You can go, you haven't seen me."

The guy with two band-aids on his nose funny walked out of Jason's house. Zac thought for a while, shook his head, and began to look randomly in the apartment.

Zac pressed the answering machine of the phone and walked to the bedroom with the sound of the cassette rotating. Benjamin's emotions were affected by unknown things last night, and the bedroom was in disarray. Zac looked at him with a lip, and there seemed to be nothing to turn over except the opened drawer. And yesterday's photo was taken away by Jason, and Zach even wanted to take a piece of it and tear it down for Mrs. White.

Zakra opened the wardrobe, but the clothes were not spoiled by Benjamin. The pile was full but neat. There were cheap clothes like the youths on Augir Street. There were also dresses for special occasions, and obviously he could n’t pay Shirts, jackets, coats. Zac flipped the trademark skillfully, and he knew it all.

As for how he knew it, it was n’t that the vampire actually bought anything. The shopping malls with mirrors everywhere, the vampires should try to avoid them. It ’s Zac ’s tailor, the mind-reader, who will answer the vampire ’s curiosity when drawing the design, which designer inspired the details.

"Jason, I'm Blake, are you at home? I'm sad about White's affairs. I'm going to find you now."

Among the answering machines, Blake left behind the most recent ones.

Zac walked out of the bedroom and went to the bathroom again. He opened the mirror on the washbasin and looked at Jason's drug reserve. Zach noticed when the poor man was looking for gauze. It ’s pitiful, and it ’s full of care products. It is a good habit to cherish the body, but one of the vampires is also known, he does not need it.

"Jason." The voice of a stranger, "This is the world you live in. You didn't even attend his funeral."

Zac closed the door and raised his eyebrows. This guy didn't introduce himself, it was too suspicious. Zac looked at the time, just before he came to Benjamin last night.

"You know where to come. Come on, you need to vent, you need to find the strong side in your heart. We know that you are not a lady."

Zac twitched his mouth and swayed around the abrupt dining table in the restaurant. He now found that Jason had moved sand for this apparently inconsistent dining table.

Zac walked around the sand again. There was a prominent book in the closet in front of the coffee table. Zac pulled it out and turned it over, which was actually a recipe. There are also some notes on it. A spoonful of sugar was drawn and changed to two spoons, ‘He likes sugar’.

Putting the recipe back, Zach went to the kitchen again and looked in the refrigerator. It seemed that the recipe needed a copy of the ingredients. Zac took it out and smelled it for a long time. Pulled open the trash can and filled it with pizza boxes.

"Jason! You ’re fired! You ’re thirty minutes late! I should n’t have hired you! I do n’t care if you were too tired selling **** last night! Bitch! Do n’t expect me to give you this Monthly salary! Do n’t let me see you again! ”

Zac looked sideways in the direction of the phone, the vampire's eyesight could see the time, but it was the morning after White's death.

Zac pursed his lips, well, the atmosphere of the city of Button was not as good as he thought. (To be continued.)