The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

It should be a place such as an archive room. A policeman, Chapman, looked around for a while and confirmed that no one was here. ? August 1 Chinese? W? W? W. 81ZW. Com looked at a column of file cabinets that marked the year, confirmed a column, walked in, moved cleanly, gently opened a fan drawer, rummaging for something.

Chapman looked up, frowned, and looked around again, with a light that was not bright above his head flashing on and off. The shadowy shadow makes this place feel creepy. But Chapman just pouted and continued to bow his head to do what he was doing. Judging by his degree of flipping, it is clear that his goal is clear.

Something is pulling his trousers.

Chapman's hand stopped, and his face was impatient. "Don't rush me! I'm checking!"

Although the sound was deliberately lowered, the environment still echoed.

The pulling continued.

Chapman frowned, took the file in his hand, and pointed it at his feet, "I said don't hurry ..." He froze for a moment, looking at the little tentacle protruding from the shadow under his feet, and lost his voice.

The little tentacle shook, wrapped around Chapman's ankle, and pulled towards the filing cabinet.

Chapman was n’t sure if he moved or was pulled. When he stepped closer to the file cabinet, when he was almost touching the cold file cabinet, the shadow also successfully accompanied Chapman ’s moving light source to cover the upper file cabinet. , A surging smile face appeared in the shadow, "Hi ~ Chapman ~"

Chapman's eyes twitched, and instinctively wanted to take a step back, "Wandall ?! How are you ..."

In the shadow on the file cabinet, the slender black tentacles suddenly stretched out, and a small black hand grabbed Chapman's clothes, pulled it back, and continued to cling to the file cabinet with only a slight gap, "Don't go back, I do n’t want to talk to the bottom of your feet ~ that ’s it, well ~ "

Chapman opened his mouth, he never thought he would see this filmmaker Wandel, and now, the timing is not so good.

"You, how did you come to the police station?" Chapman felt his breath bounce back on the file cabinet after being fogged.

"Come to you ~" I don't know if it is the bad taste of this filmman, and Chapman's silhouette begins to appear in Chapman's shadow.

Chapman frowned, and easily broke off his tiny tentacles that were crisper than toilet paper. He took a step back and watched the shadows covering the file cabinet shrink as he stepped back, accompanied by Wandel's speechless complaint, "Uh ... ... just kidding, as for ... "

Chapman retreated to the center of the filing cabinet, frowning at the shadow shrunk under his feet, deliberately without touching any other shadow, and slowly walked directly under the light source.

"Uh ..." The voice in the shadow continued, "Who taught you? Well, you trapped me. I apologize, I'm sorry. Okay. Now, can I find a place where I can move, I really came to you ... "

Chapman squatted down, touched his body, found a pack of cigarettes, stood on the ground, and then took off his flashlight around his waist.

"What are you going to do ?!" Filmmaker Wandel made such a noise, and then pretended to be a scream, "Ah-ah-"

Chapman stood up and took a few steps back, now he no longer had to care about what his own shadow touched. Chapman looked at the edge of the cigarette case under the ceiling. "Find me what to do."

"Do you need it, do you need it!" The shadow of the cigarette case was talking, not very happy. "After we went through those together, I thought we were friends!"

Chapman's face twitched, and Wandell didn't mention it, it was okay. It is also necessary to remind this policeman, what did Chapman's ‘magic’ life start from now, ah, yes, after the ‘suicide’ was taken over by the filming person Wandel.

Chapman turned and left.

"Hey! You won't really leave me here! Chapman? Chapman!"

Chapman did not really go away, but returned to the original position and continued the work in his hands.

Let the filmmaker Wandel call for a while and continue calmly, "Find me what to do."

"Huh, get your help."

"What help."

"Use your body to use it."

Chapman put down the file in his hand and took out another file. Does this need to be answered?

"Uh, Chapman, Chapman, Chapman ~ Chapman ~~" Wandel sang.

"No!" Chapman pouted.

"Please ~"

"No! Go find someone to die! Don't find me!"

"I can't find it. If I can find me, I won't come to you anymore. Do you think I am willing to possess a healthy and vital person? Very hurt, okay!"

Remember the characteristics of the filmman, the filmman is too weak. The poor way of survival that can only exist in the shadow will not be mentioned. The most worthy sympathy is that possession can only be deceived, and those dying, life's walking lights have begun to emerge, and "illusions" have begun to see another. An own person.

"Oh." It was a mockery, and Chapman did not want to respond. Isn't it, telling a policeman that there is no near-death person in this city?

"Uh, huh, huh, don't you know, Demon Contractor? Do you think your masters like me to force a dying person to live for a few days. Gee. And since the power of the fallen angel has been completely swayed After controlling the Hell Dog, the situation is even worse. Those dogs, regardless of whether I am still in the body, forcibly dragged the soul out! I was almost dragged away several times! "

Wandell ’s complaints seemed to be endless— “Not to mention the saints’ gang, that angel, Camille or something, sick! What ’s wrong with my body for a few days, as if I would tarnish the souls of his believers, Uh, simply ... "

Was interrupted.

Chapman was clever, took the cigarette case that was thrown over, and looked at the hood man in front of him, "You, where did you come from?"

Bumi pointed sideways to the vent. "The shadow man is a very poor creature and an important ally of us and the wizard. Don't abuse it." Bumi patted the cigarette case in Chapman's hand, facing the side. Shadow smiled, then continued to face Chapman, "What are you doing?"

"Uh ..." Chapman didn't want to answer, but hesitated after a while, and said, "The devil, uh, Sgal, wants the case file in the southeast."

"Oh." Bumi pouted, not paying much attention to it, "What about you, Darcy?"

Chapman pursed his lips, "I'm just a police officer." Well, it's a reply.

"Oh, what about James?"

"Uh, is Detective Coulson at the police station?"

"Not here."

"That's probably going out to perform the task."

"Oh." Bumi looked disappointed. "Then, you continue." Turning over the file cabinet, with a soft sound at the vent, people were gone.

The tiny tentacles stretched out again, grabbed Chapman, and leaned against the filing cabinet, "That's not possessed, you can help me do something, this is always OK, I helped you before, owe me, you Help me. "

"Uh, whatever." (To be continued.)