The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

Bald wearing a hat is a very special experience ~ The skin that had never 'touched' the world is now seamlessly worn with the hat's lining. Bayi Chinese Network W㈧W? W ?. ㈧8? 1? Z ?? W㈠. ㈧C㈧OM This does n’t feel good. I do n’t know if it ’s because the head is re-growth or head-up, or if the scalp that was always protected by the head refuses to be touched by the cloth. One impulse.

When he raised his hand subconsciously again, leaned into the brim with a pen, and poked up and down, Madison suddenly froze there.

He heard something.

Voices that do n’t belong here

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itch. This is the most intuitive feeling. There is also a touch of irritability, like seeing the fungus on the corner of the wooden table in the wet season. Something that shouldn't be there is there, the unclear ambiguity, the kind of itching-itch that breeds. Who would have thought that a bald head with a hat would be this uncomfortable feeling. *

"Who's talking !!" Madison stared, glancing at his office-no one else's office except him.

The voice continued.

*

Madison decided to take off his hat. *

Madison instinctively took off his hat and wiped off the sweat beads that had appeared on his head. "Who is talking? Why do you know my name? !!!"

*

But he decided to forget it again and again. It ’s been a long time since he has shown the part above his eyebrows to the world to appreciate. He does n’t want to start from this time-it ’s so naked-exposed, straightforward ... hehe, literally white, who knows? The scalp that breathed air for the first time was whiter than fart-strand- *

"It's not fun? !!!" Madison stood up from the chair, his eyes twitching, trying to control himself not to rush to the bathroom immediately, to confirm that his head was whiter than the fart-share-white, "Lyon ?! You? !!! Stop! "

"Are you calling me?" The office door opened, and the demon Lyon looked at Madison, blinking those black eyes.

"You ..." The title is stopped because the sound continues.

*

But let us face the reality. His irritability is not entirely due to his new 'type'. What is more important is the work he is doing now. There are probably five minutes left, and every morning a honest guy will come to take away today ’s work report, and the work report in front of him is still blank. *

Madison quickly looked at the time, then looked down at the work report in front of him-five minutes later, Matthew, who had always been on time, would come to get this report. However, this report was written yesterday, and now it is only for inspection. Madison is very serious about his work.

Madison himself did not know how his brain worked. "You are wrong!" Said this to the air.

"What did I say?" Lyon continued to blink.

"I didn't speak to you !!!" Madison stared at Lyon. "Don't you hear ..."

Was interrupted? No, the voice was not about what it was aimed at, so I did n’t interrupt it. Something was just that when it sounded, Madison was uncontrollably listening to—

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There is one more thing to worry about. How to define the life of an older single man? Oh, how many heads are left, and work. He was used to wearing a hat, so the head was probably the least caring thing for him, and then, yes, work. The report to the 'blood-sucking' boss has made our Madison uncomfortable. Now, he is facing a new question, "Sir, can I talk to you?" An employee came to his office . *

Madison stared at Lyon, almost with hatred, "Go out! Now !!!"

Lyon was still blinking, "What? Madison, did you burn it, didn't you call me?"

"Go out! Now!" Madison probably got a little nervous. "It's not a good time now ..."

"Anyway ~" Lyon interrupted. "But I have something to tell you ~ Hey, prepare ~~" Lyon rubbed his hands, it was a happy and excited face.

*

"It's not a good time, Lyon." Madison's instinct rejection may be due to some bad hunch, after all, the funeral industry now ...

"No, sir, I really need to talk to you." The employee named Lyon lowered his head. The hesitant and uneasy look made Madison confirm his hunch-"I can't work here anymore." , I am leaving. Here ... Hey! Sorry, sir! I want to resign! "*

Madison stared at Lyon, his cheeks twitching, "Resign ?! Are you going to resign !?"

Lyon froze for a moment, "How do you know?" Then he suddenly rushed in front of Madison with a smile, "Ah! I know ~ You are not too stupid ~ The cremation stoppage, I stayed here There is nothing to do, this job is not interesting anymore ~ ​​I am leaving ~ "

Madison's face went dark, pushing away Lyon's smiley face, "Who the **** are you ?!"

*

The office was quiet for a moment, and Madison waved his hand. He didn't even want to ask why. Obviously everyone knew it well. If he could resign, he would also resign. *

"Who is who?" Lyon's gaze followed Madison's gaze in the office, confirming that there was no one other than the two of them. Lyon raised his hand and held Madison's face and posed to himself. "You still Okay, Madison? "

If it were n’t for Lyon with a grinning face at this time, I ’m afraid he really thought he was concerned about Madison—

"Oh, I care about it ~ Instead, why don't you ask me why I want to resign?"

"Who cares about you!" Madison spoke subconsciously and pushed away the hand on his face. "I don't have time to work with you now ..."

*

"Go to the finance to get this month's salary." Madison said to the employee Lyon.

"Thank you, sir!"*

"You still have to give me this month's salary ~" Lyon shook his head.

Madison's face was cramping, "disappearing in front of my eyes!" Causing the speech to look a little shabby, okay, more than one point, it was very.

"The Lord bless you, relax, man ~" Lyon raised an eyebrow. "You know I just want to be responsible ~ save some trouble ~"

What is Lyon talking about? It ’s okay, he explained by himself, “I do n’t want to come to the police often to‘ walk around ’. Let ’s investigate it. If we investigate, we will leave without even taking the salary. It looks suspicious and considered to be The suspect who stole those fuels is bad, right? "

Madison had not had time to respond.

*

"I will say hello to the police." Madison used a reassuring look, "Your work record has always been good, rest assured, and will not affect your future."

"Thank you, sir!"*

"But seriously!" Lyon started blinking again, just like skipping frames, "I thought you would be more, well, excited. After all, I finally got rid of this guy, don't you always hate me? I'm always there Inciting some ... hehe, you know ~, don't you have a passion for a long time, do you like me? "

Madison's face is also skipping frames. If you can, Madison will really kick Lyon, but why waste his physical energy, ‘Lyon’ is just a container, and Lyon will not hurt, “I ’m done, I ’m finished.”

"It's so cold ~" He shook his head and turned.

But Madison really wanted to shut up, and the sound did not disappear.

*

Looking at the back of Lyon preparing to go out, Madison sighed, and finally gave a little help to the staff who had followed him for so long, "Lyon, have you found a new job? Do you need me to write a recommendation letter for you?" No trouble. "

"Is it okay? Thank you! Thank you sir!" *

"Oh, right." Lyon turned his head suddenly. "There is one more thing, you have to write me a recommendation letter. I want to show it to my new boss ~"

Madison's face is no longer a frame jump, it's a fragment, that's the kind, um, almost every two seconds, all the muscles in the face change the angle of stiffness.

"What's your expression?" Lyon was not happy. "I didn't ask you to lie to me. It's good to write about the state of my work. Ha ha. Sometimes I instruct a colleague to bet on Xiaobo and make a small stand. In the middle of the night playing with corpses or something ... Oh no ~ "Lyon covered his mouth and said," It's leaking. "Then he looked at Madison seriously," I swear to the Lord, I didn't do anything too profane about those bodies. "

"roll!"

"If you don't write, I'll let Zac write." Lyon raised an eyebrow. "Yes! Let Zac write better and more convincing ~ Hey, when I didn't say, Madison, don't worry about it ~ Don't trouble you ~ "

*

Just when Madison has come up with new stationery, and has begun to organize the best evaluation of a person in his mind.

"Uh ... sir, forget it, no, don't bother. Me, I don't want others to know the resume of my funeral home work ..."

Madison was silent. Gently lowered the pen. *

Maddison threw away his pen heavily, "You try another sentence !!!" shouted at the air.

"Uh, Madison?" Lyon had walked to the door and rubbed the doorframe. "Are you sure you're okay? Excited? What did I say? Vampire? Uh, I didn't expect you to care about this kind of thing. Things, do n’t you wake up? "

"Shut up ..." Madison's anger didn't let out--

*

The young guy knocked on the door when the door was already open. Madison knew that it was time to hand over the work report. *

"Hey! Matthew ~" Lyon embraced the awkward Matthew warmly. "Just, I'll go to Grande with you later, is Zach right?"

"No, he went out."

"Uh, where did it go?"

"Paisin, go to the Norfolks."

"Uh, those Nophires made me uncomfortable." Lyon pouted, "Forget it, I'll go find him, don't disturb you ~" Finally gave Madison a laugh, "Goodbye ~"

*

Lyon, who had just resigned, knew he was not suitable for staying here, and finally gave Madison a farewell of apology and gratitude, withdrew from the office and left it to those who still work here. And Madison, looking at the blank work report in front of him, can only quickly change his mood and find a reason for not finishing the work. *

Madison should be really ill. After a long time in his face, he had a triumphant smile-picked up the written work report, sorted, aligned, bound, and handed it to Matthew, "I also appended some of the customer's thoughts on the funeral after returning from Grande yesterday, saying that I would like to add some traditional details of the field, let Zach, hum, let Louise take a look."

I have n’t forgotten the business that the mill gave Grande because the relatives have foreigners.

"Well." Matthew nodded naturally, probably subconsciously, flipped over and confirmed that the appendix was there. Then, "Uh, Madison? Did you get it wrong? These are blank papers."

*

"These are blank papers." The honest young man pursed his lips and put down the report delivered by Madison. "Sir is wrong."

"Ah? Blank paper?" Madison is not a good liar. He took a bit of exaggeration and took the blank paper that was just handed out because of the blank brain. He turned hard, "God, how can it be blank paper?" What about? "*

"Oh my god! How could it be blank paper!" Madison pulled the work report in Matthew's hands and turned the pages of the writing. "Where is this white paper! This is not all words! Lao Tzu!" It was written into the middle of the night yesterday ... "

*

Madison's bad lies continue, "What about the report I wrote? I wrote it so late yesterday ..." *

"Shut up!" Madison raised his head and stared at the ceiling. "Shut up for me !! I swear you are saying a word ..."

*

Probably sympathetic, the honest young man turned his eyes away from Madison ’s exaggerated performance, "Is it confusing with other documents?"

I can only do it daringly, "Oh, I'm looking for ..." *

Matthew looked a little nervously at the ceiling with nothing, "Sir? Who are you with ..." was glared by Madison's stern eyes, Matthew pursed his lips, "Uh." Can only focus on himself He came to get the work report, then, "Is it with other text ..."

"Shut up! You are not allowed to complete this sentence !!!" Madison directly started, covering Matthew's mouth, "Don't talk! Don't say a word!"

Matthew looked at Madison a little overwhelmed and nodded.

It's really quiet. Except for Matthew's breathing, which was being covered, he couldn't even hear his breath.

The silence lasted for half a minute, and the phone rang.

"Don't talk!" Madison stared at Matthew, released his hand, took a deep breath and answered the phone, "Grand Funeral Home ..."

"It's me, huh, Madison." Ms. West.

"Yes, it's you ..." Madison's heartbeat was a bit chaotic.

"Oh, can I come here?"

"You, are you coming?"

"Well, I'm writing your story, hehe, I'm trying to imagine a picture of your work, hehe, you know, the job situation that has put you under a lot of pressure recently. I tried to write it, and it feels good , I can bring the current crisis of the funeral industry in the plot ~ I am quite satisfied, but some details, well, I still do n’t understand, I am not familiar with the work content of the funeral industry. do you mind?"

Madison held the receiver and opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

There seems to be a misunderstanding over the receiver, "Oh, for example, I have heard from you before, you will write a work report to your boss, right. But I don't know what you will write at all, what can the funeral industry do Reported. Did n’t Teacher Morris always emphasize the real thing to resonate, I tried a fluke and left out this part, but ah, I just felt stuck and could n’t write, I should n’t be a fluke. , It ’s better to ask you for advice. "

Stuck, hehe, stuck.

"Come on." Madison's face calmed unexpectedly. "I'm waiting for you."

"Thank you ~ Wait for me ~" (To be continued)