The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

When we say that Becky is a paradise for nightlife, the objective point is that Becky is actually a very convenient place. ＞ August 1 Chinese W ≦ WW. 81ZW. As the life circle of Barton's earliest exhibition, Com is the perfect infrastructure here. Life, work and entertainment are all here, which is convenient and fast.

But of course, after Barton's exhibition really took off, this aspect of life began to shift in response to the needs of the public, and more people turned their attention to Noel and Back Bay, which can provide a better living environment. Becky's focus began to focus on entertainment, and went a little further.

Fortunately, the city government did not continue to let Becky's wanton penetration in some respects. At least we know that Becky East Street, the street close to Reipt, started to rectify at the beginning of the year. Shops that would affect the healthy growth of high school students were closed, and old streets and buildings were renovated and rebuilt.

Zac's destination is on this street with a new look.

In front of a narrow building sandwiched between a bookstore and a stationery store, Zack finally confirmed the number on the business card, pressed the answer button on the door, and then let go, pushing James to the door ,"You said."

James ducked, "Say it yourself."

"I still need to explain to you on the street where people are coming and going. Is this Earl likely to ignore my visit?"

"Huh." James stood back at the corner of his mouth, staring anxiously at the transponder, waiting for a while, and pressing it again, "How do you know he is at home."

"I called and was hung up."

James pouted and asked no more, and kept pressing impatiently.

Kara, it works, but no one speaks except for the breathing noise mixed in electromagnetic noise.

James looked at Zac and raised his hand, meaning ‘what do you want me to say? ! ’

Zac raised his hand back, meaning, ‘Take care of you, let him open the door. ’

"Barton Police Station." James opened his mouth to the transponder, glaring at Zac in response to Zac's speechless help. To tell the truth, I can count on what James said, "I'm Detective Lance, isn't Earl, I need to ask you something, please open the door."

There was silence for a while, "I know who you are, and I also saw Zachary standing beside you, what are you doing."

Zac looked up and a small head retracted from the window on the top floor. Too fast to see the face.

Zac waved away James, facing the transponder, "Ear, you hung up my phone."

"Now I can hang you again." It's straightforward.

Zac pursed his lips, "Kofft recommended you to Grande about the accounts. He said you are an expert. Open the door, I don't want to discuss these things on the street."

There was silence again, and after a while, "I don't do Grand's business."

Zac looked at James, who was already frowning, without hurrying, "Then I will give your business card to Detective Lance. Maybe he can find something that really needs to visit you with the Patton police station identity The reason for this. "A gray professional lawyer introduced and quoted a financial expert who likes" behind the scenes and does not do long-term business. " So Zac is threatening and clear.

Click. The door opened.

"Thank you." Zack added a line to the transponder.

Before he could pull the door, James took the lead and frowned as he stepped in, "What are you doing with him."

"You will know in a moment, what's the matter." Zac then used to close the door and pushed James upstairs.

A young detective, a vampire, the stairs were nothing, they reached the top floor in minutes, and the door was already open, it seemed that they were reserved for them.

"Change shoes." Just pushing the door, a man with a face like cracked bark instructed at the door. With a bark-like face, did you think of anyone, such as Smith's sister-in-law, Flander (Rimmel) or something. Now this is the artificial man Earl. If Smith has seen him, he should feel that Flander is really handsome. Yes, this is a reference for everyone. To illustrate, Earl is even uglier.

James, who was already a little bit psychologically prepared, still had a bad on-site response. He blocked the door and stared stiffly at their host Earl.

"Is there a bug on my face." Earl also looked at James and asked.

"Uh." James was pushed back by Zach before he responded. "Sorry." He turned away and changed shoes as the master started.

Zach was much faster, and had bypassed James and walked into Earl's house, casually glanced at it, "Isn't Madam here?"

"Work." The answer is simple. "Stay in the living room for a while, and the study will be finished after a while."

Earl's home is not large, and Zac, who is in the living room, can see the whole pattern with a little look. After being reminded of this, he turned his head to the end of the corridor on one side. The rustling sound of rustling came out of the study. Soon, a, well, a child-like shrub, ran out with a pile of books and stationery.

James just came over after changing his slippers and saw that his face was somber, his eyes uncontrollably moved towards Zac who was also looking at the child's "shrub".

When Zac said, Earl's son was more sorry, and Zac deliberately.

Zac's eyes moved down on the face of a child who was almost indistinguishable from a walking plant, and fell on the book and stationery he was holding. He actually showed a smile, "Family education? Yes, it needs to be I should be good at it, huh, huh, not complacent, I feel pretty good about Alice ’s education. "

Earl didn't seem to want to respond to Zac, patting his son's head, "Watch TV, dad and uncles have to talk about work."

The boy nodded, and in the crack of the bark bark, his bright eyes looked at Zac, and then turned to James. He was very obedient and said nothing, turned on the TV, and began to change channels.

"Study." Earl took the lead and walked to the den. "You don't need refreshments or anything."

"No," James replied before Zac, because he already knew Zac's habits so well that he couldn't drag the vampires to drag the topic forward. It would be endless.

Zac didn't mind James's answer, just smiled. Entered the study and consciously sat down behind the desk. No one can try to control Zac to start his own topic, "What's the little guy's name, since I saved his life 9 years ago, this is the first time I see you again, I don't know his name yet."

"You don't need to know." Earl picked up the missing eraser on the table and put it in the drawer. "You don't need to add another name to Toledo's list of hypocritical victims."

After closing the door, James was moving extra chairs, but now he gave up and leaned on the corner, preparing to stand by and watch.

"Yeah, it's hypocrisy to save your child's life." Zach's expression is ordinary. "Then I should be a little more realistic, and now let him return to the destiny that was born."

James was almost about to hit his face, ending the spectator at the beginning, but neither Zac nor Earl had any movement, and his eyes twitched back, keeping his eyes cold.

"My agreement." Earl's bark-like face is difficult to get an expression. "From the news that Sibera brought back to the middle (the hidden alliance left), it makes no sense. What do you want to do, whatever you want, but I promise "Fortunately, the tone is clear enough, an absolute threat," I won't make you Torrido better. "

Zac smiled, then waved his hand, without any warning, "Grand has some extra income, I don't know what to do, Kaft recommended you."

"All to me." The other party entered the role quickly, "plus Grande's daily accounts from these two years, a week."

"All for you? How do I know I can trust you?" A reasonable question.

"Don't believe me." Unexpectedly straightforward, and not unexpectedly, the topic was pulled back to the place where Zac cut off. "It's the same as I didn't trust giving my son's life to you before."

"Your son is alive, isn't it." Zac turned his head.

Suddenly, the table was repeatedly shot with hands with dry, rough skin, "Alive ?! The damage of his body by the soul was three times normal! Three times !!!" emphasized, "You said that is alive ?! He has never stepped out of this home! You said this is alive ?! "

James frowned tightly, and cold eyes were not suitable for him, because now James couldn't control the door of the study and judged the sound insulation level in his heart.

"Three times." Zac repeated, his emotions did not seem to fluctuate. "Can I think you are prepared to devour two-thirds of Grand's assets accordingly."

James's eyes moved back to Zac with complex emotions. Yes, James can't keep up.

Earl also failed to keep up. The bark face, which makes it difficult to judge the expression, actually has a clear expression, which is incredible, "You ... how, how can you make such an unreasonable analogy?"

Earl is talking about his son's life, Zac is talking about money.

"Is it unreasonable." Zac actually shook his head. "Then what do you want to express, let me apologize? In order to save your son's life, I still remember the fact that your race betrayed Toredo. When I first arrived in Barton, I tried to assassinate me several times, but deliberately failed to do my best to make your son very ugly? "

Zac waved his hand, "Sorry, I may have a sense of responsibility when I saw your son just now, but, apologies, there is really no, I do n’t think I did something wrong at the time, just like the tortured slave finally But it ended up in the fate of me as the only survivor. A sense of responsibility, but no apologies, mature enough people will know the difference between the two. "

To give an example that may not be appropriate, the police or doctor failed to save people. He should feel responsible, but he does not need to feel sorry for anyone.

"Now, I'm suggesting that you do the same ..." Zack shrugged. "No, better. I pay you two-thirds of Grande's assets. You don't need to influence your reputation to devour customers' money. , I take the initiative to pay. Let us all take it for granted, you think. "

There was silence in the study.

Breaking the silence is Earl, the voice made with action.

He stood up and walked to the bookcase. After opening the bottom cabinet, he began to rotate the combination lock without hesitation. He pulled out an old notebook under some documents, opened it, glanced, and closed the safe. , Directly throwing the notebook to Zach, "My great-grandfather's diary, some of which recorded the changes in the race of our artificial people in the hidden alliance before and after the abolition of slavery."

Zac picked it up and put it back on the table, "Do you mean this to me?"

"No one betrayed Toredo. The betrayal was you. The man-made man who served Toredo was abandoned by you without warning." The tone was gloomy. "All they can do is surrender to other clans. Then you Toredo yourself , Creating a rift between the clan, so that the Alliance now shows that you Toredo is a threat that must be destroyed. "

Remember, Torrido, who was shown to us by different people as a historical story, once had a wonderful history of killing himself to death.

Zac slightly bent the corner of his mouth. Of course, Zac, who is Toledo, would not think that it was death. "If you treat giving freedom as abandonment, I can only say that your race has There is no hopeless defect. "An artificial race that is only suitable as a slave and will be extinct when it leaves, is not a defect.

"Whatever you say." Earl returned to the table. "The truth is me. What you see now is probably the last bloodline of our race, and this is what you call the free result. I have already kept this last. Bloodline, desperate to attack a culprit that brought us the destruction of the race ... "

James inexplicably interjected, "You probably made a mistake. The abolition of slavery has nothing to do with Torredo. It is a human society's own process." In Zac's somewhat bizarre eyes, James side At the beginning, he didn't know the reason why he suddenly wanted to say these words, and these words are only others', "Torido made innovations in the secret alliance, and nothing was affected, so he was killed. "Think of it, this is what Morrillin read.

Zac looked back at Earl, "As the detective said, Toledo is not the culprit. At most, it is a reminder of your race. You ignored it and betrayed. I said." Second, "This is the ending you deserve." If Earl said it is true, he is the last bloodline, "And you, you should feel lucky, Torrido who gave you a chance to appear again in front of you. "Looking back at the study door, the end of the hallway behind the door, the child in the living room," gave you another chance. "

Earl closed his eyes, probably completely silent about the two guests.

"I think you should know that Rimmer has been in Button for some time." Zac spoke again after a period of silence in the study, and seemed to fiddle with the notebook placed on the table at random, "I don't know Did your great-grandfather ’s diary mention one of Rymer ’s, Flander. "

Earl said nothing.

Zach continued, "Probably not. Rimmer is the only clan in the Secret Alliance that does not use artificial human slaves, and their classes are too far apart. Slaves are not allowed to talk about their masters. Finally, I use only my A little sense of responsibility, tell you some secret information that can only be known from the slave status, your predecessors ignored the opportunity, I will put it in front of you again ... "

Was interrupted, "Are you pressing back the two-thirds of Grande's assets promised just now for compensation." The tone was calm, and the tone was purely business talk.

Zac curled his mouth, saying that it was really unhappy. "You are reminding me that this information may be more than ten times the value of Grande's assets."

"Do you want me to do things for you for free ?!" It's impossible to send money back, so don't say it at all.

"You can judge for yourself." Zach continued with a smile. "Flander is an artificial man made by the ancestors of Rymer, and it is not an ordinary artificial species. Flander is Rymer, and his body flows It is the same blood of the ancestors as the current leader of the Rymer, Eve Rymer. "(To be continued.)