Records of Barton’s Fantastical Events

The crescent moon is slanting to the west, and the dead walking on the cemetery are like sea crabs returning home. The land rustles and rolls over, and there is no trace of being opened. Everything happened. Things were erased in the silver moonlight.

Benjamin only wore a pair of loose shorts. The off-white blouse was used by him to wipe off the yellow and white marks on his body, and finally it was crumpled and discarded. There was a smile on the corner of the werewolf’s mouth, and it was pleasant to see Papa walking by the nose of Grande’s’eldest son’ at midnight.

“You are taking pleasure in other people’s misfortune.” Zach looked at his’younger brother’ helplessly.

“Yes.” Benjamin admitted with a smile…

Papa Midnight, who never showed up, seemed to have forgotten the werewolf in this’conversation’ exist. But is this kidding? I mean, werewolves were basically made by Papa at midnight to deal with the natural enemies of vampires! I mean, what would I think if I kept a dog to visit the house and found that the fierce dog that was supposed to bite the robbers throat was playing happily with the robber?

So, even I know what the two people here overlooked! When the vampire digs out his’offspring’, encounters Papa midnight? coincidence? But since the person involved didn’t notice it, I just silently shut up, “Don’t spoil it, then there will be no fun.” ‘Papa at midnight.

The sleepy Anthony was awakened by Zac. The night is not long, and the mayor still needs to work for Barton City. Zach took out the funeral record of’Ian Anthony’ at the Grand House, and sent the mayor who had countless things to say about the mummy in the trunk of the truck.

Before dawn, the mayor returned to where he should be, and Benjamins van returned to the Grand House. A new day, abandoning everything of last night, start again.

Ian Anthony was put into the basement, and Zach was not going to wake him up now. Alice has been awakened by the Great Dane, preparing breakfast in a daze, and Benjamin is also going to sleep.

In Grandes office, the slight morning light has been spilled on Old Hankes arched back through the window. There is a lamp on the workbench. Old Hanke didnt know how late he was working last night. , Lying on the workbench still asleep, with a reminiscence smile on his face, these documents are all his past at the Grand House.

Zac patted old Hank, sent him back to the room on the second floor to rest, then returned to the office, threw these old Hank’s pasts into the iron bucket and burned them.

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

Zac re-stacked the materials on the side of the desk, gave up going to rest, added some’food’, taking advantage of the sunlight not so glaring, followed the road in front of the Grand House to the east Go. Old Hank sorted out the information for Zach, and Nazach also fetched today’s newspaper for Old Hank. This is a simple work exchange.

On the small road in the early morning, standing on the wooden poles on both sides of the dirt road, the signboard of the Grand House in midair reflects the sun. The font on the signboard is still popular ten years ago The style is complicated and gorgeous, and the mottled ink color reveals a trace of solemnity. Zach squinted, not knowing what he was thinking. He opened the mailbox on the side of the road and it’s empty, he decided to wait.

With the crisp Bicycle ringing from far to near, Zach walked out of the shade and watched the teenager with a green linen wrapped in the back seat in the distance stepping on the Bicycle to approach.

There was still a bit of chill in the morning. The boy wore heavy gloves on his hands. He parked the car in front of Zac. He glanced at Zac, and some hurriedly took off his gloves and took out a copy from his backpack. Subscribe to the list and look for’Grand’.

“Barton Daily.” Zach kindly reminded: “Tomorrow there will be “Urban Legend”.”

“Oh.” The boy responded blankly, but still Grande was found on the list before he turned around and pulled out a newspaper.

Zac watched him awkwardly roll over the car, kicked over the package in the back seat, blushing in embarrassment, and then chose to open the mailbox on the side of the road and check it again. Tuck the newspaper in. With a smile, Zach took out the newspaper directly in front of the boy and put it under his arm to help the boy clean up the scattered newspapers: “Are you a newcomer?”

“Well, yes sir.” The boy was a little nervous.

“Where is the original postman, um–” Zach thought for a while, and Old Hank seemed to mention his name, “Matthew, right, did he transfer?”

“Oh, he resigned half a month ago.” The teenager relaxed a little and introduced himself: “I am Nick.”

“Hehe, I am Zach Grande.” Zach He introduced himself with a smile, but he was a little surprised by Matthew’s resignation. This is a very stable job. It is not wise to give up such a job for youngsters in Barton South, where education levels are generally low. Such a shift in attention caused Zac to ignore the time point, “How did Matthew resign?”

Nicks eyes became tense and he hesitated for a while, but Zach seemed to be a very friendly guy. , The scattered newspapers take some time to sort out, so he still answered this somewhat gossip question: “I heard, I just heard that when he delivered things, he broke a lot of mail and was fired.” /p>

Zac raised his eyebrows, a little regretful. It turned out that his resignation was just a euphemism, “Maybe it was an accident.”

“That’s what he said.” Nick replied, both hands. Lifting up in front of him, bending his fingers, making a movement of quotation marks, rolled the eyes, “‘Assault’, he said he was attacked by something.”

Zach asked curiously, “Assault? “Perhaps the next question will be…

“Who knows, it’s just an excuse for not wanting compensation.” Nick said indifferently, and then his face flushed, because the newspapers on the ground were all Contaminated by soil, this can be considered a kind of damaged mail. Nick not knowing what to do yelled: “no no no!”

Zac looked at Nick sympathetically and comforted: “Don’t worry, people won’t care about this little problem. “

Do you want Zach to contribute his clean newspaper? How could it be that Zach is not Saint.

Just a little bit! Please ignore my clich_d motto.

Watching Nick leave dejectedly, Zach stretched his body and went back to the Grand House.

The hum of the car’s engine approached, and Zach turned his head slowly and glanced at the person in the vehicle. James Lance, with a sullen face and an appearance of lack of sleep, raised his chin to Zach Young, who was standing in front of the porch, and honked his horn as a greeting. Zach returned to nodded, waited for James to turn off the flame, got out of the car with a bunch of documents, and the two entered the Grand House together.