The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

"It's not over!" James blocked the door. It was fine. Benjamin was stopped on the shoulder. The body bag was facing James. The round part of the bulge was shaking in front of James' face. That's the head. ??? August 1 Chinese? Wen Wang. ww.81zw.com? Lip's body faced James across the sheets and the black plastic body bag.

James tried to pull away, and the texture of the plastic touch stiffened the detective's body, "yes, it's not over yet ..."

Benjamin stepped back intimately, put down the body bag, stopped the middle part at will to prevent the body from tipping over, and looked at James helplessly, "What do you want to do?"

"I, I don't want to do anything!" James clenched his fist and stared at Zac. "I just told you that your work is not over yet! Although it was suicide, why? Motivation? Are there any witnesses? Except the following Does anyone at Green know? Where did you get the suicide pills? Your job is to clean up, should n’t you eliminate all traces of possible human beings! "

Zac tilted his head, James said it made sense, but, "I think even if Old Hank is a professional cleaning person to do it, he would not care about these things. James, do n’t put your detective ’s job content Apply it. "Apply? of course! The job of the detective is not to find all the clues as much as possible, and then find out the truth. Putting it over and cleaning up people should be a profession that buryes all clues and makes the truth disappear!

"Or ..." Zac raised an eyebrow and smiled. "You just want to be a detective, let's find all the clues during the cleaning process, and then you can also rely on these clues to find the truth. Even the last everything After being cleared by us, you, but also know the truth, feel more comfortable in your heart, do n’t you? "

James pursed his lips, which was the case. In front of Grande, he compromised.

"You have improved James." Zac turned his head. "Knowing that it can't stop us anyway, let yourself be as comfortable as possible. Talk to comfort."

This is praise, but James is not at all happy, but can only sip his lips and block the door.

"Okay." Zac thought for a moment. "Since you want to know the truth about suicide, but the whereabouts of Mormon Lipp are not under our control. I can't give you any advice to ask him directly about the truth about suicide." Zac looked at the bedroom. "I'm not going to ask about the source of those medicines. Green is the dean of the nursing home. These things should be easily available to him. They are not qualified as clues to detectives, nor do we need to" clean up "for him. But we You can look for it, maybe there is something like a suicide note. "

Now that Grand Master made a decision to satisfy James' psychological comfort, the search began.

The process is boring, because even vampires and alphas find their way in the same way as ordinary people. It's just faster. I mean much faster.

Five minutes, maybe only three minutes. James stood stiffly at the door, looking at the afterimage lines that were pulled in the bedroom, and the various furniture that was moved and returned in the afterimage shaking, article. ● August 1 ▼ Chinese ★ Text ◆ www.8１zw.com ★

When Zac stood in the middle of the bedroom again, tidying his slightly messy clothes, James said, "Did you find anything?"

Zac shook his head, paying more attention to grooming his face to the fitting mirror. Instead, he pulled down the t-shirt on the chest and then picked up Benjamin's body bag again. Impatiently waving to James, "Now we can go!"

James can only let the door open.

Zac, who had finished grooming, smiled and patted James when he left behind Benjamin. "Don't be too disappointed. And ..."

Zac didn't finish, Mr. Green's inquiry downstairs came up with a loud voice, "Do you finish it?"

Zac gave James an expression waiting, and the three went downstairs together. Mr. Green waiting in the living room. His face was reddish, with a glass of spirits that was supposed to be whiskey in his hand, and a cheque in the other hand, which was Grand's reward.

When he saw something on Benjamin's shoulder, Mr. Green looked away ugly and handed out the check. "No, the remuneration I said before, I, I don't want anyone to know what you did."

Zac didn't pick it up temporarily, but smiled and signaled that Benjamin carrying the body went out first, "You know Grande's business is still a funeral home, so if you need a secret funeral, it is not difficult for us. "

God, is Zack pulling business?

Carrying a corpse is not a daily move after all, so Benjamin, who went out first, paid little attention when leaving, and let the body bag hanging on his shoulder collide with the furniture, counter, and eaves. Each collision made Mr. Green's face even more ugly, trying to control himself not to look over there. In the ugly, there is sadness.

Therefore, Zack's inexplicable business behavior has become an intimate move.

"You, you see ..." Mr. Green drank the wine glass in his hand, and the cheque was crumpled and crumpled, emotions aroused.

"It's not hard to see." Zac turned his head and pointed to the photo on the wall of the stairs. "Although there is an age gap, it is still a guess." Zac shrugged. "Maybe I shouldn't ask, but I really do n’t understand why Mr. Green conceals the fact that his son committed suicide. "

If the other party responds that suicide is a scandal of a family with status, Zac will nod and then take the check and leave.

The facts are more ‘good’, Mr. Green did not answer directly. ?? ▲? Bayi Chinese website www.81zw.com ★ Until Zac's smile remained a bit stiff, James behind him also naturally changed a few positions.

"Okay." Zac shook his head. "I'll remind Mr. Green before leaving. Today, Grande's work has been completed. There will be no news from Grande. But Mr. Greene , I am not sure about other places, because we have checked, and have not found anything like the suicide note. We wonder if your son will leave clues that will point to suicide in other places. If the intention of the husband is Bury this matter completely, and ask your husband to pay attention. "

After saying this as a reminder and a disclaimer, Zach reached out and asked for a check.

However, Mr. Green did not hand out the already-wrinkled cheque, but his face was even more ugly. "You said the suicide note might make my son commit suicide?"

Zac glanced at James and said that this was something he had n’t finished before, and he used a natural expression when facing Mr. Green. , Sir, do you want to find anything other than the suicide writer who is about to commit suicide? "

This does not require professionalism, is the logic brought by common sense.

Mr. Green, holding the empty glass, went to the next level on the ugly road. "me……"

For a long time, Zach shook his head, "So not only have the suicide note, but have you taken it away, sir?"

"That. That's his only thing left ... I, I ..."

"Mr. Green, you think you should ruin it." Zac used an attitude of nothing to do with himself. "Of course, this is just my suggestion, you can ignore it."

At this moment, James secretly pulled Zack's back. Zac ignored it.

"Mr. Green, you said that the required job Grand has been completed. Can you ..." Zac took the initiative to take the check that was still in the other party's hand.

Mr. Green seemed to instinctively take a step back. He stared at Zac, put down his empty glass, and squeezed the cheque. "You, you wait for me!" Turning to the east side of the living room, it seemed to be a study or office s room.

Zac continued to ignore James's impatient eyes while the owner was away, and randomly looked at the decoration in the living room. Still uninteresting, the right figures in the Southern District and their villas. It is too far away from the manor in the West End and the owners of the manor, there is no value in appreciating taste, and Zac, a vampire who has lived for four centuries, is not interested.

Mr. Green, who came back, not only had a new check, but also an envelope. "You just said the secret funeral, I ..."

Lest the other party dodge again, Zac ‘robbed’ the cheque directly, glanced at it, and the number doubled, “It ’s handed over to Grande. But the cemetery, the ritual, the process, Mr. do n’t force it.”

Mr. Green nodded reluctantly, "Also, there is this, is ..."

"I guess, is this the last thing your son left?" The suicide note.

Still nodded.

Zac used a clear expression, nodded slightly, and answered intimately, "Let's deal with it, a father shouldn't face ..." Zac held the envelope's hand a little harder, and successfully got the thing. In hand, "This kind of thing."

Zack ignored Mr. Green ’s gaze moving with the envelope. Before the other party had come and said any other words, “Then, say goodbye, Mr. Green. The burial place will notify Mr. separately.” He turned and walked away.

Benjamin outside the villa moved the truck long ago, waiting impatiently for the two to come up. James in the back seat was urged by Zach to fasten his seat belt, and Benjamin drove the truck. "You will want to listen to this."

Benjamin turned up the volume of the radio, hurried drumming, psychedelic electronic sounds, deliberate hissing, Zach raised his eyebrows, and asked a digression when he heard the lyrics that deliberately amplified blood worship and obsession with death. The question, "Benjamin, what did you do? Why is there a noise in the channel I tuned, but you didn't?"

Benjamin shrugged. "Talent."

"Are you going to open that envelope!" James in the back seat is obviously not a fan of this style, leaning forward with the restraint of the seat belt and shouting to Zach on the co-pilot.

Zac ignored, "This is their new song? I thought they would publish it at the concert."

Remember the last time I heard the news about the Devil's Toledo Band-Son of Night on the radio, the overly emotional host said that the new song of Yezi will be released on the new concert and dedicated to Fans who were 'unfortunately' killed in their first concert.

Yes, Zac waited for a few days, and the news about the child of night finally appeared.

Benjamin shook his head and seemed to be tapping the music. "Sounds good, do you think?"

"Fair." Zac turned his head away, and pulled away James's hand reaching out to **** the envelope, then frowned, and continued to make a loud voice. "Have you heard, the background sound is confusing?" Is it screaming? "

James's hand to continue to rob was froze.

"I heard." Benjamin continued to beat with a blank expression. "Don't say it is to commemorate the fans who died in the first concert. This method is very creative."

This new song added the live recording at that time!

Zack returned to the question at the beginning, "What kind of show is this? Did you mention why they released new songs in advance?"

"That's the music box, a special lunch program." I don't know what Benjamin's expressionless face was thinking, "The concert originally scheduled in the central part of the Federation was canceled, and the new concert returned to the city where it was first held, the west. , 'Make up for regret'. "Benjamin quoted the host's original words in a calm tone," 'Fans who were disappointed when they failed to grab the ticket last time, your competitors are much less, this time don't ever want to "Sorry ', he sounds a lot more excited than me." Because part of the last time I died, a stampede accident, hum, I don't know what caused this stampede.

Zac twitched his lips, "I think this guy can be asked to be dismissed on the grounds that his speech is extremely inappropriate."

Benjamin smiled on his face and glanced at Zach. "Yeah, you can add this sentence to the letter you want to write."

Zac turned his head, "I will." Then he raised the envelope in his hand, facing the light, it seemed that there were only a few sheets of paper.

Zac glanced at James, who was still stiff in the rearview mirror. He didn't care. He opened the envelope and pulled out a few sheets of paper.

First, Lip's handwriting was ugly, and it was small and strangely distorted, making it difficult to read. Then, the content is also full of fragmented self-talk and unclear numbers.

Zac tried to read so that the rigid James could divert his attention.

"Time is up, 3452, do n’t always remind, 423, know what to do, 2323 ..."

Zac gave up and turned to use this Lip as a human being, and stuffed the last thing left to James, "What you want, it is for you. If you can find out the truth, tell me, I might be interested. . "

James slowly unrolled the paper that was stuffed in his hand and pursed his mouth. He was now in no mood to care about this. Toledo of the Demon Banquet extended from the Warmina incident to the murder of Jackson Bishape. He had an extremely bad impression of Toledo of the Demon Banquet, which may have had Zach's influence.

At this time, the background sound in this new song, at the maximum volume, he can hear the background sound, which reinforces this impression to the extreme, "These ... Will the band come to Patton?"

Zac glanced at James from the rearview mirror. "Will you write a letter for me and ask the program crew who might know the news?"

This stupid method that James despised should be accepted, because silence means default, right. (To be continued.)