The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

The sun is shining, and it is in the south, so there is no hustle and bustle in the north. ?? Bayi Chinese Network W = W = W≤. ≤81ZW. Com is all quietly and peacefully bathed in the sun.

A light cyan shadow appeared at the end of the gravel road, up the side of the stairs, and the standing stone with the 'Green Nursing Home' was erected there. , Hooked on the truck.

The man in tooling made a gesture and the truck started.

Goodbye, quiet and peaceful.

After the rumbling, the main entrance of the nursing home on the steps opened, and men and women in nurse uniforms poured out, maintaining a middle-aged formal man, Mr. Green, "Who are you? Who gives you the right to do these !!"

The workers in tooling looked at each other and waved their hands impatiently, "Go and tell our head ..."

"Huh!"

We see these reasons only because the pale blue shadow is not. He made a sound, but nobody felt it. He began to move, the blue phantom body up, penetrating the bodies of the nurses running down, and Mr. Green, who knelt his eyes anxiously.

Probably to myself, "Huh! I guess my old job is gone."

Old work. Ah, this blue figure is Sloan. This soul walker is back ... No, this is not a return yet, the ghost knows where his body is now.

"Sloan" looked up, looking at the figure behind a window on the third floor, his face hard to look.

The figure behind the window raised an eyebrow, beckoned to the 'Sloan' below, then turned his head excitedly, and faced the room, well, Emilia, "Why didn't anyone tell me that Patton has a soulwalk ? "

"What?" Emilia seemed to be distracted, sitting on the sand, holding a notebook for recording the treatment in one hand, and holding the remote control in the other, watching the news on TV--

The reported footage is broadcast live, the Patton History exhibition in the carnival. The reporter does not know where to find a person wearing a volunteer hat, doing this interview: "Mr. xx, it is said that 8o% of the staff of this exhibition are people in the shelter's" renovation plan " , Including you, right? "

Some nervous answers, "Yes, yes, thank Quinn and Smith Group for this opportunity. I hope that these of us can use this hard work to show the citizens of Barton that we are no longer those on the street. Begging, useless to the city ... "

For a long time, it is probably memorized and will not be repeated.

The distracted Emilia has a peaceful smile, which is why she started her asylum project.

"I said." Mocavi blocked in front of the TV and looked at Emilia. "Why didn't you tell me that Barton has a soul walker ~"

Emilia pursed her lips, "Who?"

Mocavi raised an eyebrow. "This, who." His eyes focused on his side. Was n’t she just waving at the window?

Emilia twitched her eyes and looked at the air around Mocavi, "Uh, Mocavi! This is a one-on-one treatment time! Be careful! Don't call something inexplicable!" Emilia cannot see .

"Okay, then I'll take it seriously." Mokawi turned and turned off the TV.

"Wait a minute! I want to finish reading this ..." Emilia shut her mouth consciously, and Mocavi's point of view was already clear, right? Emilia waved her hand and didn't want to care anymore.

Mokawi laughed and circled around the TV, not disturbing Emilia's carnival news broadcast, but focused her eyes on the air magically, "Why? Are you also interested in this news? Soul Walker. "

Cyan Sloan, looking at the picture on the TV, "Where is this? It looks like Herman's factory." Not blaming him for not confirming, the booth and crowded crowds are completely different from the factory ruins. It was also because Sloan could recognize it.

"Yeah. This is the news for these two days, Paisin's Carnival, don't you know? Where do you live? Soul Walker?"

"I have a name! Sloan." Impatiently introduced himself and glanced at Mokawi. "So you are the Mokawi ancestor who was rumored in the middle and was thrown by the clan and the secret alliance in the Federation."

"Is anyone else in the middle thinking about me?" Mocavi actually looked happy.

Uh, Sloan pursed his lips, too lazy to answer, and glanced at Emilia, "Isn't this the ghoul's girlfriend. Why is she here?"

"Do you know her?" Mocavi looked at Emilia, "Emilia, he knows you, but you don't know him ~ I don't know that you are still a type that lacks social etiquette ~"

Emilia gave her white eyes and got up and walked away. She should go to another room to find TV.

"You don't have to stir things up, few of Barton knew me." Sloan looked at Emilia's back, "and she was well protected by ghouls, she never asked about interracial things." It means tentatively, "You ... uh, Grande's vampire. I can't think of anyone who can connect your ancestor with her. Gee, Zachary Grande. Gee!"

The expression and tone were too obvious. Mokawi straightly tilted onto the sand and turned his head to smile. "Do you hate him? Hate little Zack?"

"Hate is indescribable!" Sloan probably thought it was unnecessary to hide, "Where is he! I went to Grande, he wasn't there! It's an extra descendant of Toledo! Louise also ... hey!"

"You have gone to Grand?" Mocavi seemed to hear something of interest. "What about Benjamin? He said he came to accompany me today ~"

Sloan looked at Mokawi, twitching his mouth twice, presumably associating so hard that a vampire ancestor could mention Alpha so excitedly. To no avail, "I don't know, I didn't get too close. Uh, there is an atmosphere I don't like ... well, it's uncomfortable."

"Of course ~ Zac is dead ~ Grande is in grief ~"

The room was quiet for a while, causing the noise outside to appear here-the staff of the nursing home seemed to be preventing the workers from continuing to remove ...

"What do you say !!!" Gloomy.

"Zac is dead ~" Mocavi said again kindly, "Shooted by 'colt' ~ 咻 ~" Mocavi seemed to have a playful intention, "Goodbye, immortality ~ Goodbye, Toledo's eyes World ~ "

The cyan figure began to twist and then disappeared.

Now, we know that Sloan is really in place. Becky train station with sparse traffic, exit. Sloan stood at the street and recognized that his cheeks were twitching for a long time, and looked back at the Becky station he had just walked out, ‘Go back again? ’Hesitated. Yeah, Zac has hung up, why return to Patton, venting emotions at the vampire's grave? Hum, vampires are not yet possible in the graveyard.

How did this vicious vampire ruin Lip ’s ‘life’, how he ruined his own life, and drove them out of his home ... where are these angers now ...

"Hey, buddy!" The shoulder was patted, and it looked like thirty-something guys carried the backpack behind them. "You have been standing here for a while, are you okay?"

Sloan glanced, if he really can't ignore it, but this guy can't. The long-distance train journey in the past two days was spent with this guy. To tell the truth, this fate is very difficult, really difficult, watching passengers coming and going together, leaving in different states, different cities, this guy has been sitting with Sloan to the easternmost end of the Federation station.

"I'm fine, Russell." Sloan helped the person named Russell put the salute on the taxi, and looked away from the other person's eyes. "So, do you go directly to the Southern District now and find your friend?" "

"Hah, not so fast, I'm going to surprise him ~" He looked around for a while, and there was already a guy holding a small leaflet waiting by the taxi. "I'm probably going to this Becky's hotel." Of, "I hope I will not be slaughtered as a foreigner ..."

Sloan glanced at the unusually enthusiastic fellow who helped Russell bargain for the taxi driver. He turned his lips and looked away. "Relax, you won't be slaughtered, Becky ..." Well, we all know Becky What is it, "Some things cost you money."

"Oh ~" The end of the transition is to understand the meaning of Sloan. It ’s not difficult to imagine, long-distance travel, solo men, what topic can you talk about, “What about you? Go home directly?” With a smile on your lips, you seem to be trying something, “I remember you said, you live Southern District, right ... that ... "

Of course Sloan knows what the other party is tempting. This is the disadvantage of a long-distance journey in a space for a long time. Sometimes you cannot guarantee that some of your information will not be exposed by yourself. For example, Sloan knew that Russell came to South Barton to find his friends, and Russell knew that Sloan's home was in the South.

"Sorry! When I didn't say it!" Russell seemed a bit conscious, smiling, "I just want to make it easier. You told me there is no hotel in Patton South. I asked for more, don't worry about it."

"No." Sloan's eyes twitched suddenly, and began to dig out the pocket under his coat. "You look like a good person." The key he pulled out was handed directly to Russell, and then walked to the taxi. The driver's wordy guy glared directly and pushed away, facing the taxi driver, "xxx" reported an address, and then looked back at Russell, "I will go back in a while, you go live first, whatever you want Clean it for me. "

"Uh ..." The surprise came too suddenly?

"Don't think about it!" Sloan was already pushing Russell into the car. "I don't think I can get back to my original job. I don't have a chance to live in the Southern District. I know there are many job opportunities in Barton recently, especially It ’s the North District. I will probably stay in the North District for a while. You, you are in the South District, help me look after the house and surprise your friends! "

"Uh ..." Sure enough, the surprise came too suddenly.

"Huh. You can charge me your ID, if you want!" Sloan pouted. It's not that Sloan trusts a person who travels together, um, take this as, um, don't care. Yes, it was Sloan who didn't care about everything in Button.

So why not give others convenience. Although not everyone is the kind of Maitreya who used the completeness of experience to practice, but occasionally doing it once or twice, anyone will do.

"Uh ... thank you?" Russell looked at the key in his hand, still a little ignorant. "You, don't you go back together?"

The reason for this is that Sloan pushed Russell into the car and was still standing outside.

"No, I'm going to ..." A corner of my mouth flicked. "My friend looked over and asked what I had when I wasn't in Barton ..." Sloan had other friends in Barton? It's gone. "I will contact you." Finally, it was a joke that eased the atmosphere. "I remember my home phone number." I knocked on the car window to signal the driver to drive.

A pair of eyes, watching the far away of the taxi, a pair, began to shake out the blue phantom eyes on the face, looking in the direction of Paisin. The phantom stepped out of Sloan's body and began to walk in that direction.

'The vampire of Grande is dead, and Spira of Paisin, really contacting this Barton's alien wizard, what will he do, at least, I personally tell Spira that Patton's former dream demon was frozen forever At a certain point in time. The real role of ‘colt’ ... ’

This is what 'Sloan' going to Paisin thought. Did the formal Sloan change direction and walk to the Noor area, friend? No, Noh Repet. Mocavi said that Zac was killed by Colt, right? Sloan would never think that Zac killed himself while playing a gun. Grande owns the second 'Colt', and Sloan knows nothing better, doesn't he? Well, the third "Cort", the third "Cort" brought back by Nuo ... need to be recycled!

The only thing that still makes sense in Barton!

In Barton, there are many things that need Sloan. Leave him alone. Let's go to see something interesting.

The Cozier store on Liszt Street goes up vertically, and the apartment on the top floor is more luxurious than James.

Zac was shaking his glass, looking at the green-eyed model, "Do you still want to die? After I make up for you in this century, my experience, my ..." It is always a bit weird to say, "The journey Later, do you still want to die? "

Wait. This century is a century in which Zach escapes and avoids the reward offered by the hidden alliance. Uh, Zac did n’t tell anyone, but actually, uh, ‘self’.

Zager was quiet for a while, "I feel a little irritable, you make me a little irritated ... Hey, I make myself a little irritated." You are me, I am you. Try to understand. "I can understand why you reject my reason for wanting to end my life, but, at the same time, my heart has not been shaken. I can understand you, but you, but I cannot understand me." Explanatory moved him only A wooden arm that can move in a fixed direction, "Look, your desire to survive is boring with me."

"Then if I get you out of this body. Will you really survive?" Zac continued to shake the glass, a little bit faster.

"Oh, why should I mention it, Zack. You know what I know, you can think, I can also think of it. You reject the other one and want to die, but you will reject the other one and really live. So don't mention , Don't let our 'tangled' lives be more 'tangled' ... "

"There is no best solution?" Zac's glass stopped shaking.

"No."

"Okay." Zac squinted at his glass and squinted, as if to express something, "Challenge to accept."

"Uh, don't, this is not a disintegration of the wizard-werewolf relationship, it is not a secret assistance to the black witch, you can't use this as a challenge for Toledo to fight eternal life ..."

"Hush, don't tell me the deepest bad taste." Zack shook his glass again, stood by the window, and opened the curtain slightly. Lonely, everyone went to the carnival.

"Just as if I am bored. I have been here for two days. I am bored. I need to find something to do."