Records of Barton’s Fantastical Events

On the east side of [Massa Port], this place has long been far away from the real port. The cruise ships in the distance docked quietly, and the busy scene during the day was silent in the night. Even the lights of the port, when passed here, become dim.

As it approaches midnight, the warm spring wind will become bitterly cold after being eroded by the dark ocean. The crashing waves hit the cement-made coast, and the sound was blocked and filtered by the warehouses on the shore. In the neon-filled [Becky Street], I could not hear the slightest. Under the light of the slightly imperfect full moon in the sky, only by looking carefully can you find that a pale palm is supporting the edge of the embankment and swimming slowly on the gray concrete wall.

The rolling water splashes constantly rushed into the mouth of the man next to the embankment. His face was like white paper, without a trace of blood. He was like a corpse that had been soaked in the sea for several months. The skin on his neck, cheeks, and palms exposed to the sea surface was full of wrinkles, and the torn and turned muscles were pale and lifeless.

He coughed and spit out the sea water turned into his mouth, and his white breath was buried by the spray. Brown hair clings to his head, as dark as the sea after being soaked in water. Not all the hair is on the mottled scalp, but strands of hair are attached to his forehead and back of his head.

But, strangely, his skin is fading and bloated, becoming tighter. The torn muscles seemed to be slowly closed and healed by some force, and new hair was slowly growing on top of the alopecia areata.

When he finally swam to a slightly lower place, he was no different from a normal person, oh no, a normal port worker who fell into the sea. His work jacket was soaked with sea water, and it was covered with unrecognizable marine life debris. Although his face was pale, he was already bloody. He was breathing heavily, and the white mist sprayed from his mouth, as if he was removing the cold from his body.

The man raised his arm, crossed the embankment with his elbow, and forced his body out of the sea. He was not very responsive, and after struggling to move for a long time on the slightly sloping embankment, his back, waist, and legs barely flipped onto the shore. But his left hand was still buried in the sea, as if pulling something.

The man lay on the flat ground and panted, lifting his left hand vigorously, and a black plastic bag came out of white splashes. His lips trembling from the cold opened and closed slightly, “One, two, three! “

The black bag was pulled out of the sea, the friction of the plastic against the ground, the clattering of the brought out sea water against the cold ground, and the relaxed gasp of the man.

The man threw aside a black bag the size of a person, and slowly stood up, his whole body trembling from the cold. He moved his limbs tentatively, a little hard and a little numb. He moved his fingers, and a smile began to appear on his trembling cheeks. He covered his face with his wet palms, breathed into his palms, and exhaled warm breath on the cold palms.

The mans eyes exude rays of light, he involuntarily bends his knees, raises his still pale face, hands unconsciously raised in front of him, and his trembling lips emit an irrepressible Excited voice: “Thank you! Thank you!” The arduous and subtle voice gradually became clear, “I’m back! I’m back! Thank you! Papa-midnight!” (Papa-midnight)

Excited The man’s expression was suddenly stagnant, his excited expression turned into pain, and his hands ran wildly on his chest. The port worker’s work jacket was pulled apart by him, and on the pale left chest skin, a circle of red X-shaped marks showed through his skin, slowly forming.

The man’s face changed from pain to panic again. He knew that he needed a’work’. The man began to look around. As a port worker who was’once’, he was no stranger to this area. It is already out of the port and is a gathering place for warehouses around the port. Because it is not close to the center of the port, except for the occasional night patrol staff, not at all who comes and goes. Very good, this provides convenience for him.

The man endured the biting cold night breeze, dragged the black bag away from the embankment, first found a secret place, at the warehouse management office, stealing other peoples clothes and warehouse without paying attention Replace the key.

The man who had returned from death walked through the warehouses, feeling a strange feeling in his heart. He used to hate these things, goods, cold machinery, cranes…now? He loves these!

9, 10, 11, 12. The man hid his silhouette and looked at the warehouse No. 13 ahead. The three men, holding various tools in their hands, pushed open the warehouse door. They threw their tools back into the trunk of an old-fashioned car and stood by the car chatting. After a while, they boarded the car and drove away.

The man waited patiently, and when he confirmed that no one would pass by, he returned to the place where the black bag was stored. The man who had recovered his strength did not spend much time, so he carried the bag and came to Warehouse 13.

The whole warehouse was filled with decay and scorched mold smells, and the man immediately judged that it was a semi-abandoned waste storage warehouse. This is better, he doesn’t have to worry about being disturbed.

In a corner of the warehouse, there are obvious traces of fresh paint on the cold wall. The man put down the bag on his back and began to restore it a little bit. The scene that was dealt with by the three hunters…

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It has been since the last full moon After half a month, the mark on Benjamin’s skin has completely faded. The werewolf didn’t need to move strictly in the bag. As the temperature really warmed up, Benjamin had changed into a short shirt.

The result is that Alice reluctantly took it from Laura. Five minutes have passed, and there is still a bowl of egg white and egg yolk.

“Benjamin, you don’t need to help.” Alice churned the eggs.

“It’s okay, I have nothing else to do.” Benjamin replied unconsciously, and continued to knead the dough on the counter. The upper arm muscles tightened the white cuffs under the force. .

Now, we can know why Laura is absent-minded.

Zac opened the door of the kitchen. Naturally, he was unwilling to be absent at this moment of collective activities at the Grand House.

“What can I do?” Zach smiled.

“Well.” Alice looked at the kitchen, “stirring the mashed potatoes.”

Zac nodded, was assigned the same job as Louise.

Today is not a holiday, and the food that Alice prepares is not for the Grand House, but for Lola’s volunteers.

For various reasons, Laura withdrew from the cheerleader who had no chance to perform anyway, and spent all her class and afternoon time in social practice. In other words, Laura found a part-time volunteer . In the [Parker Elementary School] in [Paisiying District], I teach first and second grade children to draw.

This kind of atonement and compensatory action was supported by Mrs. Barton, and of course also supported by Alice.

The environment of [Parker Elementary School] is not good. The facilities and teachers are at the bottom of Barton, and they have long been supported by a group of volunteers and kind teachers.

Today is not a special day at all, but [Parker Elementary School] A teacher named Trisha Jon, her husband survived in an accident, this pair of people had to leave due to economic pressure. For Trisha, it was a surprise. For the entire elementary school, it is also something to celebrate. So a group of teachers and children, who are seeking pleasure in hardship, think that Trisha Teacher should be given a celebration party.

So there is the current scene, and Laura takes over the food preparation. The flashy meals at Barton’s and the simple but delicious food from Alice, the fat and bloated chef of Barton’s and Benjamin’s… Well, Lola used the word’sexy’, considering her age, I decided to leave it out.

In short, Laura came to the Grand House with such an excuse, and even used Old Hank to carve fruits, but she was obsessed with the scenery.

“Vampire! The phone is ringing! Can’t you hear it? The phone is ringing!” Great Dane Jin raised his ears and raised his eyelids. He found that Ryan was harassing Zach, who continued to be bored. Lie back to the ground.

Now Jin has mastered a little bit of law. When Laura comes, Alice will make good food. So as soon as he discovered Barton’s car was parked outside today, Kim ran back to the kitchen and waited patiently.

Ryan kept yelling in the back of Zac’s head, “Phone, phone!” The non-people at the Grand House pretended not to hear it. In addition to harassing others, this earth-bound spirit does not at all present any use, for example, now.

Benjamin frowned and seemed to be annoyed by Ryan’s quarrel. “Zach, the phone seems to be ringing.”

The vampire looked back in some surprises. Recently, the werewolf was very cold about himself. Don’t talk. Apart from the clothes delivery incident, the werewolf must still be angry about something else.

“Really? I’ll go take a look.” Zach smiled at Benjamin, and went straight through Ryan’s transparent body in a happy mood, leaving the kitchen and heading to the office.

Zacben didn’t want to answer the phone. The Grand House suddenly received a lot of attention more than half a month ago. After the initial accident passed, the current vampire only found it troublesome. We know that vampire is not really a funeral boss, but now, he is helplessly getting better at this job.

“Grand House…” Zach picked up the receiver.

“It’s me! Lance!”

Zac raised his eyebrows. After Connor Herman’s funeral, the vampire did not embarrass James any more, and the punishment was endless I am afraid it will be counterproductive. So Kim, who had been in Mrs. Coulsons kitchen every day, was recalled, and James was back.

Since then, James once again has to worry about changing his image, and the complex emotions in his heart need to be digested. There is no contact with Grand for a while.

“long time no see.” Zac put a smile on his face, “Is there anything I can help? Detective Lance.”

“Don’t you read the newspaper! Something strange is happening in Barton City!” The voice over the receiver is obviously a little excited, forgive James, he has not yet emerged from the psychological shadow of vampires. Right and wrong are the son of this highly educated general. Blurred.

“Calm down, James.” Zach twitched his lips: “This is a city, and strange things happen every day.”

“No! It’s not normal and strange , But, weirdly weird!!”

James broke.

“Are you trying to say that it has something to do with us’monster’?” Zach smiled harder, and deliberately used words to stimulate James, which seemed to have become a habit of vampires.

The sound of deep breathing came from the earpiece, and James calmed down his tone: “You know what I mean.”

Zac tilted his head: “I know. “Zac put away his heart teasing James, “You must be talking about the’suicide incident’, I don’t think this is anything worthy of attention.”

Of course Zach read the newspaper. , I also know the suicide incident that has suddenly aroused discussion recently, but in Zach’s view, this is just normal social news.

“No, Zach! Some things were omitted in the report!” James on the receiver seemed excited again: “I saw the autopsy report. The heart of every suicide. Its been carved with an’X’-shaped mark!”

Zac frowned, “What kind of X?”

“It’s X! Tilted cross, you Are you illiterate?”

After all, James still couldn’t calmly face the vampire, even on the phone.