The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

It's very late and late, you can call the time from late night to early morning. Zac and Louise are ... very reluctant blood exchange.

It's weird. In the case of Murphy in a straight line distance of less than 30 meters, the two vampires couldn't find any feeling, which caused the blood exchange to become coping. Both sides were in a 'work' attitude do……

the phone is ringing.

It was relief for both of them. "Four o'clock?" Zac asked casually as he sorted out his clothes.

"Two points." Louise was not ready to get out of bed, and took "Cain of God's Penalty" from the dressing table.

"Sorry, I'm just a little absent-minded." Zac looked back at Louise. You can think of this as a man apologizing for his poor performance.

Louise smiled with understanding, "I know, go answer the phone."

Zac nodded and opened the door of the master bedroom. James stood at the door. After seeing the dark bedroom, he immediately turned away. "I can't sleep." James woke up at dinner and was asleep now. There is a ghost, "Who will call you so late?"

Zac ignored James and turned to close the door and walked to the office, walking a little faster, not wanting to wake the two girls with the bell.

James trot up when he answered the phone.

"Grand Funeral Home." Wan Jinyou's opening remarks.

"Zac? That's great, you're awake." It was Chapman's voice, but his voice seemed to just wake up, "Uh, that ..." He seemed to be organizing language, "Uh, that's it, Just now I received a phone call from the Bureau and the Vega Police Station asked the witnesses of a continuous murder case ... "

Zac handed the phone directly to James.

Although James looked puzzled, he still held the receiver and listened.

Chapman, "I don't know any serial murders in Vega, but Vega said that someone on our side had contacted them before and said that we have a witness or something. I used, er, my alarm. Do the filing. "

James glanced at Zac and twitched his lips. "It's me."

Weiss froze over the receiver for a moment, then, "Detective Detective Lance?"

"It's me. It's me who contacted the Vega Police Station. I'm on vacation. I don't want to use my own identity or Weiss. So I used yours." James frowned. "Sorry." Nothing. Feeling sincere.

"Uh, okay." I don't care if I am sincere. Chapman over the receiver has no choice, so, "except for Newton, we have almost no other police station contacted us. Contact people from other cities. Now, I am called by the bureau to fill in the written report. Um ... what should I, uh, write? "

"Ask him why he called me." Zack gestured to James.

James obviously didn't like being instructed by Zac, but in this case, he had nothing to resist, "Why did you call Grand?"

"Vega." Chapman answered simply, "Aren't you and Zac just back from Vega, I guess it's about you."

James didn't have to repeat this answer, anyway Zac heard it.

Chapman added a question, "Is it really about you? Er, murder?"

James said with a lip, "It has nothing to do with me, I heard that the murder happened to be Zac." Without any hesitation, he sold Zac.

"Oh." Chapman responded without saying a word, waiting for instructions here-his question: how to write the report.

"You told Chapman to let him write that he received an anonymous report call. The reporter said that he heard something disturbing and didn't know what to do, so he reported the case in Barton. Then Chapman went smoothly and Vega Police contacted. "Zach suggested.

James looked at Zach for a while, tilting his mouth, and said to the receiver, "You wrote that you got the information from an identity-sensitive informant, and verified it with the Vega police station. If you still need cooperation, you can only pass you. You do n’t have to write any name or details in the report. "

Zac looked at James speechlessly, "meaning?"

James ignored Zac. "You don't have to worry about it. The police report to Darcy, and Darcy will not continue to ask."

"Uh, why?" Chapman asked in the receiver.

"The West is enough for Darcy to ignore. He knows that one of his heirs has no right to take care of things in the West!" James' tone did not show any respect for his superiors. To be honest, we should also give up the concept of James's inferiority, this guy, teach not. "The identity-sensitive informant, Darcy can think of who he is with his ass." He glanced at Zac. "He won't even bother. It's just a insurance."

This is the logic, and there is nothing to say.

"Okay." Chapman agreed. "If the Vega Police Department continues to contact me, I will let them find you directly?"

"Yep."

"Okay, then I'm in the bureau." Chapman hung up the phone.

Zac had no reason to leave the office and return to the master bedroom. He looked at James behind his desk for a moment, with a hint of curiosity, "You, want to help the Vega Police investigate this alien murder?"

James did n’t look at Zac and corrected Zac ’s words, “continuous murders.”

"Humph." Zack snorted with a smile, "Follow you."

Huh, because James is really James, he is used to refuting any words of Zac James. Laugh, we know, some things, in James's mind, are changing-about the expansion of victims from humans to aliens.

"But as I told you before, I only heard about the murder. I don't think I will help Vega Police."

James glanced at Zac, "I'm hungry. Make me something to eat."

Zac froze for a moment, then smiled and nodded. Don't take this as an impolite request, it's better to spend some time than doing nothing and immersing yourself in the weird atmosphere of Grande now. Zac got up, "What do you want to eat?"

"Anything hot." James did not ask.

The two moved to the kitchen, and Zac began to prepare James' food. James didn't want to help, standing at the kitchen window, looking in the direction of Benjamin's warehouse, "Are there two people asleep over there?"

"No." Zack answered while doing things. "Benjamin is asking Murphy what happened to me and her."

James looked back at Zac. "I never thought Benjamin was a gossip type."

"He's not." Zack shrugged. "He just knew I was listening, so he asked deliberately to stimulate me."

James frowned, "What's the matter with you two?" Lest Zac answer the wrong question, "I'm asking you and Benjamin."

Let me explain here. Believe me, James definitely does not want to talk to Zach about Murphy, because at this time, the relationship between a man and two women in this story is more than Zach alone. And James definitely didn't want to ignite his upper body.

"A few days ago, the day you came back." Zac glanced at James, meaning 'the trouble you brought back'-nothing genuine, just a little bit of James, "Secretary Cologne told the ancestors Some of the firm, uh, 'worry'. I spoke to Benjamin and was treated as malicious. So, Benjamin is not happy with me, and I am not happy with him either. "

"What happened to the ancestors' office?" James frowned, saying that the most unhappy ancestors in this city should be James.

"It's nothing. It's just that Benjamin doesn't have a job on the bright side. The business of the ancestors' office is something that can't be displayed on the bright side. As a police chief, Cologne can't see it."

James pouted and said something unexpected and objective, "It's a bit deliberately targeted."

Zachillo glanced at James in surprise, "Thank you, you know ~"

James looked sideways, not wanting to reply. But he still said, "So is Benjamin ready to solve it?"

"I don't know." Zack shook his head. "He doesn't care, and I don't want to care."

Zac thought that James would continue to ask the ancestors office whether there was any behavior that the police cared about. After all, Cologne may wholeheartedly believe that Zumeng is an illegal institution, but James should understand that the criterion of 'illegal' does not have any meaning for Zumeng.

But James surprised Zac again, "Why did Benjamin take the commission?"

Zack did n’t understand the question, but James added, “Why did Benjamin use this method to do things for interracial people? I mean, uh, what does Benjamin want money for? He does n’t have to raise Alice or Hank, Uh, what's wrong with his own words? Why do this, uh, make money, and go to Becky for the sporadic consciousness that comes out occasionally? "

Zac froze for a moment, then smiled uncontrollably, "Haha! I must convey your conclusion to Benjamin! You are a genius ~"

James stared at Zac with a dark face, "You are sick! Benjamin will not blame me, but you must think you are provoking! Do you want to reconcile with Benjamin?"

"Oh? Do you wish me and Benjamin to reconcile?"

James pouted and said nothing.

"Oh, don't worry, Benjamin and I are not at odds, it's just that we are not happy with each other ~" Zac said lightly, "Your food is done ~" Zac is holding a plate of scrambled eggs. Seriously, this is deeper into the middle of the night, and Zac will not find himself in trouble to do complicated food for humans.

James took the plate and took a bite. "It's dry."

"Just make it." Zack packed the kitchen. In fact, all this is quite ... dreamy. Who can think of James and Zac talking about their daily life in the dead of night.

"But seriously, I can understand you making Grande, but I don't understand Benjamin's ancestors' office." James said as he chewed the dried scrambled eggs.

"I don't know. But." Zac tilted his head. "If I had to explain it, I guess it was Benjamin's compensation for his Alpha identity." Zac raised his thimble, but Thimble didn't want to join the conversation.

James thought for a while, "Benjamin is Alpha, he is the leader, he has the instinct to meet the needs of his subordinates, uh, instinct, but he has no subordinates, wolves, except for Matthew, who lives very normal. So, he decided to help Other aliens. "In this dreamy situation, James is seriously understanding what Zach said," The ancestors office, 'ancestors', the name itself is a symbol of Benjamin himself. Well, this form of commission, It ’s just that Benjamin took a model of rationalized motivation. ”Looking at Zac,“ The human model, commissioned, is a model invented by humans to simplify the motivation of interests. Benjamin got the psychological achievement of meeting the needs of his subordinates. The entrusted aliens received tangible benefits and did not question Benjamin ’s true motives because they paid, and they did not need to question. A win-win situation.

Zac gave James a look at him, "I'm surprised you, uh, insight ~"

James pouted, and he did n’t need Zach to agree, "Huh, by comparison, Benjamin has more depth than you. You, Huh, maintain Grande just to maintain citizenship." James also Enough is enough to attack Zac.

"Hehehe, I don't need depth, my life can crush everything ~" Zac will naturally not be attacked in vain.

James pouted his mouth and chopped up the food quickly, not wanting to talk.

Zac stayed with James for a while and became bored. Ready to go back to the bedroom, I do n’t want to exchange blood, maybe Louise, who reads the book, will have some fresh topics to pass the time ...

"I understand the reason for Zac's commission, and Benjamin's reason for commission." James said suddenly, his voice was very small, similar to a muttered mutter, "Then, why do the demon banquets commission? "This question was asked by James, but he didn't seem to notice what he said in his head.

Zac walked out of the kitchen, and came back with an eyebrow raised, looking at Zac, "What did you just say?"

Only then did James realize, "What? I didn't say anything." Frowning, he continued to pluck food.

Zac, however, smiled with interest, and walked towards James. "No, you said. You are thinking about the social system that the feast is made in the west ~"

"No, I don't." James turned around, inexplicably ... cute.

"You have ~" Zac followed, "You are thinking about the relationship between aliens and human society ~ From the familiar me and Grande, then Benjamin and the ancestors, and finally, the Demon Banquet and the West ~"

"I didn't." James frowned tightly and glared at Zac.

The Zach keeper smiled and did n’t continue to ‘force’ James, but instead, “Wow, Wes was really right, you changed ~”

"Wes?" James couldn't praise him anymore, and was easily taken away by Zac. "What did he say to me?"

Zach didn't answer, "Dell's things really affected you, right?" Sounds inexplicable? ——

"I don't know what you're talking about." James turned around again with a dark face.

Zach continued to follow, moving his hands on James' shoulders. "Fish started to really think about the environment in which he lives."

Obviously, he could n’t get rid of it, so he could only stare at Zac, “I do n’t know what you ’re talking about!”

"You understand ~" Zach patted James. "Finally ~ Hehe, I'm optimistic about you and continue to work ~" Zac left this inexplicable encouragement and turned away.