The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

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Benjamin only wore back a pair of loose shorts. The beige short shirt was used by him to wipe off the yellow and white stains on the body, and finally rubbed into a ball and discarded. There was a smile on the corner of the werewolf's mouth. It was pleasant to see Papa holding Grande's eldest son's nose at midnight.

"You are gloating." Zac looked helplessly at his "brother".

"Yes." Benjamin admitted with a smile ...

Papa, who never showed up at midnight, seemed to forget the existence of the werewolf in this "dialogue". But are you kidding me? I mean, the werewolf was basically created by Papa at midnight to deal with the natural enemies of vampires! I mean, if I had a dog to visit the house, but now the fierce dog that was supposed to bite the robber's throat, but had fun playing with the robber, what would I think?

So, even I know what the two here overlooked! Vampire encountered Papa midnight while digging his 'descendants'? coincidence? But since the parties didn't realize it, my dragon suit would shut up silently. ‘Do n’t spoilers, then it ’s not fun. -Papa at midnight.

The sleepy Anthony was awakened by Zach, and the night was not long. The mayor also needed to work for the city of Button. ?? Eight ◆ One Chinese ▼ Wen Wang www.81zw.com ★ Zac took out the funeral record of 'Ian Anthony' from the Grand House, hit this countless dead bodies in the trunk of the truck Mayor to say.

Before dawn, the mayor returned to where he should be, and Benjamin's van returned to Grande's house. The new day abandoned everything last night and started again.

Ian Anthony was put into the basement, and Zac was not prepared to wake him up now. Alice had been woken up by the Great Dane and was vaguely preparing breakfast, and Benjamin went to sleep.

In Grande ’s office, the slight morning light had sprinkled on the back of Old Hank ’s bow through the window. A lamp was placed on the workbench. Old Hank did n’t know how late he worked last night. Sleeping asleep with a reminiscent smile on his face, these documents are his past at the Grand House.

Zac patted Old Hank, sent him back to the room on the second floor to rest, and then returned to the office, threw these old Hank's "past" into the iron bucket and burned it.

If the guess is correct, the Wells will come again today with a search warrant. In order to retaliate against the difficulties of the Grand House, he will not notify in advance ...

Zac put the materials back on the side of the desk, gave up to rest, added some ‘food’, and walked to the east side along the road in front of Grande ’s house while the sunlight was not so dazzling. ★ Bayi ★ ■ Chinese? Net www.8.11zw.com ■ Old Hank sorted out the information for Zack, and then Zack also picked up today ’s newspaper for Old Hank. This is a simple job exchange.

On the small road in the morning, standing on the wooden poles on both sides of the earth and stone road, the signboard of the Grand House in the mid-air reflects the early sun. The font on the signboard is still the style popular ten years ago, complicated and gorgeous, Some mottled ink colors revealed a trace of solemnity. Zac narrowed his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking. He opened the mailbox on the roadside, it was still empty, he decided to wait.

The crisp bicycle ringing sounds from far and near. Zach stepped out of the shade and watched the teenager carrying a green sack wrapped in the back seat in the distance stepping on the bicycle and approaching.

There was still some chill in the early morning. The boy was wearing heavy gloves and parked the car in front of Zac. He glanced at Zac. Some of them hurriedly took off their gloves and took a subscription list from the backpack behind them. RAND '.

"Barton Daily." Zach kindly reminded: "Tomorrow there will be" Urban Legends. "

"Oh." The teenager responded dumbly, but he still found Grande on the list before turning around and pulling out a newspaper.

Zac watched him awkwardly get out of the car, kicked over the parcel in the back seat, flushed with embarrassment, and then chose to open the mailbox on the roadside and check it again before he stuffed the newspaper. Zac smiled and took out the newspaper directly in front of the teenager, and clamped it under his arm, helping the teenager to clean up the scattered newspaper: "Are you new?"

"Yeah, sir." The teenager was nervous.

"What about the original postman, uh-" Zac thought for a moment. Old Hank seemed to mention the name, "Matthew, right, has he transferred?"

"Oh, he resigned half a month ago." The teenager relaxed and introduced himself: "I'm Nick."

"Oh, I am Zac Grande." Zac introduced himself with a smile, but he was a little surprised by Matthew's resignation. This is a very stable job, and the Barton South District teenager with a generally low education level We are not wise to give up such work. This shift of attention led Zack to ignore the point in time, "How did Matthew resign?"

Nick's eyes became tense and hesitated for a while, but Zac looked like a very friendly guy, and it took some time to sort out the scattered newspapers, so he still answered this somewhat gossip question: "I heard, I I just heard that when he delivered something, he broke a lot of mail and was expelled. "

Zac raised his eyebrows, regretting that his resignation was only a euphemism, "Maybe it was just an accident."

"He said so." Nick replied, his hands were raised in front of him, his fingers bent, he made a quotation mark, and rolled his eyes. "'Assault', he said he was attacked by something."

Zac asked curiously, "Attack?" Maybe the next question, you can ...

"Who knows, just an excuse not to compensate." Nick said indifferently, and then his face flushed for a while, because the newspapers on the ground were all stained with dirt, which was also a kind of damaged mail. Nick shouted at a loss: "No, no, no!"

Zac looked at this Nick sympathetically, comforting: "Don't worry, this little problem, people won't care."

Want Zac to contribute his own clean newspaper? How is it possible that Zac is not a saint.

Just a little bit worse! Please disregard my motto.

Watching Nick leave in frustration, Zac stretched his body and went back to the Grand House.

The hum of the car's motives approached, Zach turned slowly, and looked at the person in the vehicle. James Lance had a sullen face, a lack of sleep, and greeted Zakyanyang who was standing in front of the porch, and honked his horn, beckoning. Zac nodded back, waiting for James to stop the fire, got out of the car with a bunch of documents, and the two entered the Grand's house together.