The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

The vampire, Alpha, and Banshee holding a document in their hands once again stood at the door of the "Grand Funeral Home". Surprisingly, the grey-grey door was closed, and the sign of closing was standing at the door. ?? Bayi ▼ China? Wen Wang. ww.81zw.com?

The vampire listened, and blamed the old man for missing one, leaving only an old man with a murmur of breath on the second floor, as if he was resting in bed.

"Look around." The vampire glanced at Alpha, so he bypassed the main entrance and entered a Grand's backyard without permission from the owner.

The sky in early winter is a bit gloomy, and here is the reason for the funeral home. Anyone on this occasion may feel a hint of coolness.

But the three aliens are not. They came with a scrutiny.

Bypassing the main body of the 'L' shape, (as previously written, the Grande basement is now divided into two parts, one part is in the lower part of the exhibition hall, where the dead body is stored, and the door outside the building goes down. On one side, directly down from the stairwell, it ’s Zac ’s 'bedroom'.) The vampire was looking at the side metal door. "The basement." He nodded. "It's quite big, I can make it."

Alpha frowned, "Have you already regarded this as your home."

The vampire pouted, "Then next time, you discuss with Anthony, let's see if you can say something else."

Alpha started at the side and stopped talking.

The wooden back porch was a bit run-down, and under the trampling of three aliens, there was a squeaking noise, which was obviously neglected to maintain. The back porch extends along the building, and the exhibition hall, parlor, and office turn around on the side of a small door.

The vampire opened the door and looked inside. The online staircase led to the second floor. The side door in front of the staircase was tightly closed. "The dining room?" It is the side door of the office.

The vampire walked into the stairwell. Pushed the front door open, as expected. A long wooden table was placed in the empty dining room. There were only two poor chairs, and the TV cabinet at one corner was closed. It was covered with debris.

The door behind the restaurant is the kitchen.八 ???? 一 中文 网 www.81ｚw.com ★ A small corner is freely used on the large desk in the center. The cooktop and oven seem to be rarely used, and the smudges on the mask are not handled by anyone. Alpha pulls cabinets at will. Two bowls, two dishes.

The vampire frowned. Look up at the ceiling. Through the top wall, there are many rooms on the second floor. Except for the master lying on the master bedroom, all other rooms are empty.

This funeral home seems to be built according to the specifications of a group of people, but everything I feel in front of me shows that the two strange old men I saw last time are the only remaining two. The breath of decay and twilight enveloped here.

Alpha heard, he had walked to the kitchen window and looked at the backyard, "Go back and see." Alpha didn't like this declining atmosphere.

The vampire looked sideways. The banshee, who was looking around in the kitchen with her eyes wide open, followed behind Alpha. The vampire noticed that the little Banshee was a bit slow, lowering her head and asking, "What's wrong?"

"What a big kitchen." The banshee replied, "So big ..."

The vampire smiled helplessly. Speaking of which, this is a very sad thing. The young female demon wandering on the street, her dream is not witchcraft, or not seeing the life and death of others. She dreams of owning a kitchen, because the kitchen is where food is made, and there is a kitchen. There is no need to find food in the trash ...

Once again walking through the restaurant and stairwell, three aliens stood on the back porch.

"There." Alpha walked to the back of the short side of the "L" shape, the dome-shaped barn building, the door was locked.

Snapped!

With a little effort, Alpha pulled off the chain that was tied to the door handle. Pulled the handle and pushed away. Among the elongated squeaks, a tall car **** appeared first.

The two aliens were stunned. At first glance, they thought that a cargo armored vehicle common on the battlefield was parked here. There is no camouflage, net cloth, but the gray heavy feeling is not wrong.

Alpha knocked on the cargo door with the corner of his mouth. Bang, Bang! Staring at the sign at the bottom of the car's bottom, "What is Herman?"

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Bypassing the car, it seems that behind the thick colonnade is the workroom. Around the semi-finished coffin, there are messy piles of haystacks, stones, debris, and various tools. The door to the south was pushed open, and under the large shelter was cut wood and planks.

Alpha twitched the corner of his mouth and looked up and down, "It's a waste."

"What?" The vampire raised his eyebrows without understanding Alpha.

"The top can be higher to make the second layer." Alpha fingers around, "You can sort it out here to make more space ..."

The vampire watched Alpha's casual pointing and bent the corner of his mouth. "Now, who takes this as his home."

Alpha ignored the vampire's sarcasm, "There is all the material here, and it should not be wasted."

"Cough ..." There was an old cough from the door.

The banshee had hid behind the vampire.

In the early winter morning, the old man draped in a blanket leaned on the truck body and slowly walked around in front of the strange three. He will not remember that these three have been here.

Old Grande leaned his head and looked at the broken chain at the door. His wrinkled face seemed to be wrinkled. He wanted to express a questioning tone, but he was interrupted by coughing and smoothing.

The vampire looked at Alpha and the Banshee, and the two aliens also looked at the vampire. Okay, the vampire received the message, pulled his head, lifted the document in his hand, and spread it out.

"Javier Grande." The vampire read the name on the document.

In the violent cough, Old Grande tried his best to keep his eyes fixed on the stranger who called his name. Think about what you would think if a stranger took out a document and then read your name. So Old Grande may want to ask, what is the other person holding?

But there was nothing unexpected. His inquiring question, fragmented by coughing and reluctant breathing, he passed nothing but his eyes.

No, he didn't even pass his eyes. His vision was occupied by Crimson.

"Father." The vampire's mouth was bent, and he looked at the old man with a smile, "We, finally found you."

The vampire pulled the expressionless Alpha. "It's Zachary and Benjamin." The vampire pushed a little hard before pushing Alpha toward the old Grand, "We are your son, father."

It's not like giving up breathing or something. Old Grande's murmured breathing and coughing disappeared, staring at the people coming and opening his mouth.

"Me, my son?"

"Yes." The vampire closed the file in his hand. Although [Grand Funeral Home] uses the Grand surname, there are two actual owners. In addition to the old Grande in front of him, there is also an old man. G. All are single old men, and all are suitable candidates.

But for Vampires and Alpha, this makes no difference. Zachary Grande, Zachary Hank, just choose one. The person in front of me just happened to be here, so Grand.

"You, you ..." Old Grande shook his hand tremblingly and was caught by Alpha. "You are Lydia's children?"

Who is Lidia? Is it important?

The vampire raised his eyebrows, as if he didn't need to do anything. The other party's brain seems to do everything by itself. Well, unexpectedly simple.

"Me, my son ..." Old Grande raised his hand, as if he wanted to touch their faces.

"Let's enter the house." The vampire smiled. Shaking away the old man's hand, "We have a lot to say to my father."

This is real. The identity is accompanied by a complete story. The vampire needs to make this story true and implant it in the other person's brain. When the vampire and Alpha formally put the Grande surname and officially change their identity. The old man in front of them will be their identification from scratch.

The vampire waited patiently for the old man's pace and walked to the Grand House. Vampires don't like old men. Those sticky, weak, and deadly blood is like expired milk to us. It will not cause any actual harm to our body, but it will make people uncomfortable.

The vampire looked at the old man supported by Alpha, and hoped that if it was another old man, it might be better. By the way, where did that guy go?

The inexplicable vampire heard the sound of motives from far to near, and an agile old man jumped out of the car, shouting and ran towards the three people who had walked to the back porch.

"Why are you here again! Are you blind! Seeing no closure ..."

The vampire raised his eyebrows in surprise. He looked at the old man who ran over with staring eyes-Hank, "Do you remember us?"

Hank frowned, glaring fiercely at the surprised vampire, and then looked away.

He was holding the plastic band filled with pills in yellow vials in his hand, and pulled the old Grande, "Go take medicine! Go! Go!"

"Hanke! Hank! Cough ..." Old Grande grabbed Hank's hand excitedly, "You won't believe ... He, they are, the son of Lydia! Mine, son! Cough ... "

Old Hank stared at Old Grande, who was holding his arm and shaken desperately, with a complex eye, not knowing how much emotion was jammed.

After a short pause, Old Hank frowned, "Impossible! They aren't what they were!" He glared at the vampire. "Red-eyed guy! Get out of here! Get out of his mind!"

The vampire opened his mouth and things went in an unknown direction. Oh, I'm not referring to the fact that the vampire was taken through.

Old Grande seemed to use all his strength to push Old Hank away, "What are you doing! You have to drive people away again! Cough ... Do you want to drive my son away again! You **** old Something! You get out! "

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We all know what the ending is, no one ‘rolls out’, everyone stays in this house. (To be continued.)