The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

Grande in the early morning received a strange call. ● ▲ ▼ Bayi Chinese ▼ Web www.81zw.com?

Zac, who was sitting behind the office and holding the receiver, touched his chin and looked at the old Hank who had just walked through the office with the return paper. "Hanke, someone is looking for you."

Old Hank walked past the desk unresponsively, stopped at the side door and glared and turned his head, sounding like Hong Zhong, "What did you just say ?!"

Zac raised the handset in his hand, "Your phone."

Old Hank frowned, not sure.

Zac pursed his lips and raised the receiver again, "The other party sounds anxious."

Old Hank's wrinkled face was impatient and doubtful. He walked to the office in front of the newspaper and grabbed the phone in Zac's hand, "Hanke! Who will find me!"

"Hanke!" The other party's voice was excited, "It's me!"

"Who ?!" If the size of the voice can be expressed by the thickness, the phone line must be bursting now.

"Hardie!" The other party's voice grew louder, "You old stuff! Can't hear my voice ?! Damn it!"

Zac raised his eyebrows to see the old Hank showing something that he remembered. He sideways his head and then stood up, not planning to disturb the two old men's reminiscences. "Eavesdropping" is not a good habit.

Unexpectedly, Zac, who had just stood up, was stopped by Old Hank raising his hand. ∏∈eight∏∈one∏∈Chinese∏∈, www.8.1zw.COM

"What are you doing with me? Hardy!" Old Hank kept the volume, glanced at Zac and asked, "We are retired!"

retired? Zac's eyebrows were unconsciously picked again. The Grand Funeral Home was still in operation, relying on the big big tree to operate well, so old Hank can only say that it was once a living-'Clean up 'Man', a person who cleans up something that disappears.

Zack wanted to use his eyes to signal, ‘this sounds like yours, do n’t need us to participate’, and the old Hank stared back. Obviously, Hank is not ready to let go of his current state of retirement.

"What do you want, old man!" The old man in the receiver seemed unhappy with the tone of old Hank. "Who said that I've picked you up! I'm doing well myself, I don't need to find you! I have other things to find." you!"

Old Hank's wrinkled face flicked, "What's the matter."

"My grandson is gone!" The turning point was too fast. Both Zac and Old Hank were stunned, and continued in the receiver. "I heard some news, Grande started to work again, but it seems that he was not doing our business. , Become a detective! Upgrade to do legitimate business! "

The tone is not ridiculous, but obviously, uh, jealous? Continue in the receiver, "I want to find someone else, why not find you! Old things I don't know how to be grateful for!"

Old Hank glared, "What's grateful ?! You just don't want to spend money right! Want to take advantage of it! Don't think I don't know!" Old Hank seemed angry, "That's why you guys can never do the same! Always want to go wrong! "

Zac pursed his lips and waved his hands in front of Hank. Now is not the time to educate his former partner. Is it only him, the "eavesdropping" guy, who notices that someone is missing?

It's 'missing' again! Our vampire Zack is very sensitive to these two words recently, Harrison 'missing', 12 'missing', Hayley's mother and son 'missing', the only thing that may not require quotation marks is the disappearance of James Georgina, also Not much better. ? Eight ▲ one ★ Chinese ▲ Wen Wang www.81zw.com? So please understand this sensitivity.

He hummed in the earpiece for a long time, apparently being taken advantage of by Hank. The grandson is missing, and this grandfather is magical enough.

Old Hank looked at Zac's gesture and twitched his lips, "Which grandson?"

"The bigger one!"

"The one who worked in Grand West Side?" Old Hank raised his eyebrows and glanced at Zac to show that this person knew him.

"Yes! Then I was quit!" The old man in the receiver seemed to be upset again, "I don't have a job now, I'm at home every day!"

The boredom on Old Hank's face didn't want to cover up, and shouted at the receiver, "Damn it! Was it our resignation ?! Didn't we provide work to the Southern District when West District was taken away? ！ When the mill opened, did anyone apply? Blame us? ”

Zac tapped the table sideways, Hank was telling the truth, the only profitable cemetery in the West End was taken away, which was a blow to Grande at the time. Zac did his best when he was notified by the city government. The people in the Western District may be retained, but the result is only a few trucks and debris, and no one is left.

It doesn't matter if you think about it. The nature of the three districts of Barton is very different. People who are used to living in the western district are naturally unwilling to come to the southern district.

The other party supported me for a long time.

Old Hank is probably annoying. "It's none of my business! You have to find someone to talk to someone who really works! I'm just a retired old man!" After that, he threw the receiver directly to Zac, hum Suddenly, left.

Zac twitched his mouth, brought himself a cup of breakfast, and held the phone. "How do you call me?"

"Uh, no sir, Hardy. Zucker."

Zac introduced himself when he answered the phone, but the other party shouted for Hank. Now when the other party said the name of Zac, the tone was strange and seemed to look down.

Zac does n’t mind this attitude. After all, the other party just said, ‘Upgraded to do legitimate business’, the meaning in the words is already clear.

"So, what can we help? Hardy." Zac asked, shaking the glass.

"It's my grandson, Woody." The person in the handset wasn't wordy, "He's missing, I want you to find him."

"Did you call the police?"

"No." Some unexpected answers. At the same time, the other party's tone was a little special. There was a pause. "I want the police to get involved."

Zac raised an eyebrow and speculated, "Is it because of your work?"

The other party seemed to think for a while and denied, "No, it's not. Woody, uh, he, uh, his behavior has recently been, uh, weird. I don't think ... the police will do him good."

Zac raised an eyebrow. "Did he disappear, or did he leave?"

"I don't know!" The other party suddenly became impatient. "Do you really want to help? Do I have to speak on the phone? If you don't want to answer, I will find someone else!"

Zac frowned, and this attitude was too bad, but Grande was destined to take the commission that was unlikely to receive a dime this time, because Old Hank was back, holding a booth The opened information was thrown in front of Zac and looked at Zac with his arms.

This is the employee data of the former Grand Funeral Home in the Western District.

Zach looked at the one-inch registration photo. Woody looked like a 20-year-old. Zac shook his head. "We picked it up. Give me your address. We'll go to worship ..." Zac raised an eyebrow. "Go after breakfast."

He twitched a few words in the receiver, reported the address and hung up the phone.

Zac extended his hand to the old Hank with a gloomy face, "Benjamin just got up, he needs food."