Records of Barton’s Fantastical Events

“Clang, clang, clang…”

Ten bells rang into Zacs ears in front of the desk. Zac lifts the head and moves Sore neck.

I once asked Mr. Vampire, do vampires really feel sore? Zach replied: “Of course it will! When the blood flow is not smooth, it will happen! Just like you humans, it will be sour and numb!”

Zac picked up the wine glass at hand and finished it in one gulp. This is how he solved the problem of blood flow-increasing the flow.

An old man with a hunchback pushed open the door of the office, Hong Zhong said in the same voice: “Xiao Zha! Someone is coming!”

This old man is called Hank, yes [Grand Funeral Home] The coffin maker was also a close friend of the dead old fogey. So, in a way, he is also Zach’s father.

Zach was a little surprised. Someone would come here in the Southern District. He got up and tidied his clothes: “I see, Father Hank.”

“They are not good people. !” Old Hank stared with a pair of eyes, his voice loud enough to be heard by anyone in the living room, “They don’t like my coffin!”

Zac smiled, patted Hank’s back. Hank is a grotesque person, direct regardless of occasion. But Zach liked him very much. Because of his existence, the funeral home in the southern district lost a lot of business, which made the three inhumans here relatively free.

“Father Hank, how about going to the second floor to help Louise tidy up the room?” Zach helped the old man walk into the office, opened the back door, and watched the old man step by step upward .

“hmph!” Hank looked bored: “Woman! Pretty woman! What can I do with an old fogey!”

Zach smiled and put Hank After closing the door, he turned around to greet the guests who it’s been a long time since we last met.

After the industry is privately owned, Zach must find a way to run this half-dead funeral home, perhaps less allowing Hank to wander around on the first floor.

The two rows of sofas in the living room are already full of people, most of them old people, with grief on their faces. Behind the sofa stands a row of strong men in black suits, who should be bodyguards. . The direction everyone looked at was an Old Lady who was parked next to the sofa, her body curled up in the wheelchair, and a young woman in caregiving clothing was supporting the wheelchair behind her.

Zac observed for a while and knew that he was going to invite real guests into the office. He turned towards the old woman nodded in the wheelchair, and made a gesture of invitation: “Don’t care about Old Hank, he treats his works like children.”

Old Lady has no expression, nodded, behind him The nurse pushed her wheelchair to the office. At the same time, a young man stood up on the sofa, his expression was a little gloomy, he walked on the side of the wheelchair after he straightened his clothes.

The old people on the sofa exchanged glances, and the vampire saw a trace of disgust in their eyes.

Because there has been no business for a long time, and I will not at all prepare food and drinks in the living room, Zach leaned slightly toward the person on the sofa, “In a moment, someone will deliver food, please wait a moment.”

The old people are nodded, not at all. What do they say? Judging from their clothes, these are all influential people in Barton City. Zach doesn’t understand why they come to the remote South District.

Zac closed the office door, pressed the bell that told Alice to prepare food, and sat back at the desk again.

“hmph! It’s still morning, are you drinking wine!” The young man next to the wheelchair looked at the wine glass on Zach’s desk with a trace of red liquid in it: “Grandma, I don’t understand why we have to come here!”

Zac won’t explain that this is not wine, but his food. Zachs gaze was on Old Lady in the wheelchair. When his grandson spoke, the womans fingers were clenched, her wrinkled skin was stretched apart by the joints, and the expression on her face was a moment of hatred, but it was immediately full. The wrinkles of the face are covered.

“We can go to the [Ford Funeral Home], which is closer to the city and more convenient! Why go here early in the morning? It is full of rotting and the smell of cow dung! Has ruined my interest in lunch…”

While the young people were chattering, the young caregiver behind the wheelchair lowered her head, bit her lip, and gently placed one of her hands on the Old Ladys On the shoulders, it seemed like comfort. And Old Lady’s fists have begun to tremble, the joints are white, and black blood vessels are all over the back of the hand. It’s just that her fist is hidden by the blanket, and the young people cannot see that’s all.

“Sir!” Zach spoke suddenly, blocking the young man’s words loudly. He pointed to a name tag in front of the desk: “As you see, I am Zachary Grande , The host here. Before welcoming you, can you introduce myself first?”

The young man startedled and shut his mouth.

Yes, Zach is reminding him that the owner of the Grand House should talk to the owner of this line, that is, the real guests who are going to come here, rather than his lack of courtesy accompany.

Old Lady raised her half-covered eyelids and looked towards Zach, still expressionless, but the caretaker behind her showed a thankful smile.

“This is Mrs. Blair Quinn.” The caretaker pointed to the old woman in the wheelchair to introduce, and then pointed to the young man next to him: “This is Mrs. Quinn’s grandson, Porch Quinn. “

Zac’s face was surprised, but immediately dimmed, and the light green eyes looked towards Mrs. Quinn: “I’m really sorry, this time, is it because of Mr. Quinn?”

The Quinn couple are well-known philanthropists in Barton City. In the war ten years ago, they funded families broken by the war, established orphanages, and provided shelter for children who lost their parents. After the war, they continued their good deeds to fund the homeless former soldiers and the orphans. Now three orphanages in Barton City are named after their couple.

At the time of the New Year, it was reported that the healthy Quinn couple was suddenly ill. The high, middle and low classes of Barton City were praying for this kind couple. With the absence of Mr. Quinn, Zach made a speculation that made everyone sad.

Mrs. Quinns eyelids drooped again, the caretaker behind her pursed her nodded, and the smile at the corner of Boqis mouth flashed away.

Perhaps no one can detect this little movement, but Zach is not a human being.

“Seven years ago, we booked a cemetery in the Western Region cemetery of the Grand House, but a few days ago, we received news that the cemetery in the Western Region was about to be taken back by the city government, so… “

When Zach interrupted the caregiver, there was a glimmer of hope in the vampire’s eyes. He stood up a little excited: “So Mr. Quinn is fine now, right?!”

The hope in Zach’s eyes is not at all. Greatness does not distinguish race.

Zacs actions once again caused different reactions from the three opposing parties. The young caregiver opened her mouth, her gaze drifted downwards, and a faint mist of water filled her clear eyes. Mrs. Quinn’s eyelids lifted again, and her muddy eyes stared at Zac’s light green eyes. And Boqi, the disgust on Boqi’s face no longer wants to hide!

Zach shook his head and slowly sat back in his seat.

The young female caregiver adjusted her emotions and continued: “Mrs. Quinn follows her husbands wishes and hopes to have a traditional funeral. But now there are only cemeteries in the southern district. De Funeral Home], so we are here. According to Mrs. Quinns wishes, I still hope that there will be a burial cemetery for the two people.”

Zach sighed, nodded, and opened the Western Region. For the information in the cemetery, I began to look up Mrs. Quinns previous reservations. After a while, Zach found the reserved deposit slip, the marble tombstone and the Gabriel statue, the nanmu coffin…

Old Hanke is very particular about the production of coffins, even in the former Western Region. His works, so the latter Zach need not worry. But tombstones and statues, Zach is a little bit troubled.

There are two main industrial customers in the South District of Grand House: hospitals and prisons. Therefore, most of the people buried here are criminals and unclaimed Wu Mingshi. There are almost no requirements for coffins and tombstones, so Zach is not at all preparing.

As for the funerals of the nearby citizens, the rocks were also used casually, carved out of a shape by Benjamin. In recent years, cremation has appeared, and more people have gone to the [Allen Funeral Home] in the southern district for cremation. After all, the cost of cremation and urn is much cheaper than handmade coffins.

Zac took the previous order, browses frowned, and he handed it to the female caregiver, “We have the cemetery, the coffin. Old Hanks craftsmanship will not disappoint Mrs. Quinn, but the statue… “

“We can wait.” A dry, hoarse voice came from Mrs. Quinns throat. This is the first time she opened her mouth. “I promised him that I will give him a traditional The funeral, we can wait!”

“Grandmother!” Porch turned to the woman in the wheelchair excitedly: “It will cost another money to save the body! How long will we have to wait!”

Zac frowned and looked towards the old man whose body was shaking for an instant: “May I ask, when did Mr. Quinn pass away?”

“This morning , 8:20. With the approval of his wife, the nurse answered Zachs question.

The vampire is nodded. His eyes follow the blood vessels under Mrs. Quinns skin. He takes a deep breath. He is feeling a faintly discernible weird smell. Why would you do this? Because a vampire is a creature very sensitive to life force, he can feel the life of Mrs. Quinn passing by.

Everyone knows that I am always curious about the behavior of vampires, so I once asked Mr. Zac cautiously: “Dear vampire, why can you feel the life force of a person? Could it be you and Alice has the ability to predict death like this?”

The vampire replied: “I dont have the ability to be so bad luck. All I have is a sensitive sense of blood. You know the correct way to kill a vampire What is it?”

I opened my notes and began to repeat: “Beheaded, burned, stakes, silver tools penetrate the heart, werewolfs bites…”

The vampire grabbed my notebook and looked through it with interest: “You actually recorded something like this.”

I try to make my smile look cute and harmless.

The vampire doesn’t care about me recording his weaknesses, so he picked up a pen and added a note to my note.

I leaned over to see,’Blood of the Dead’.

Oh, it’s the same as people get poisoned if they eat bad things. Broken blood is the poison and medicine of vampires.

Now, the vampire smelled a trace of poison and medicine, from Mrs. Quinn.