The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

The world is shaking, this is James's feeling, at least the message his head conveys to him. ???? Bayi Chinese W㈧W㈠W㈧. ? 8㈠1㈠Z? W. Com is of course wrong. Nothing is bumping. He is just sick.

I never said that this guy is synonymous with health. Although he looks like a strong and energetic person, he is still a human being, a precious human being.

We should be a little conscious. Humans are never known for adapting to the environment. Looking around us, we are not adapted to any environment. We change it to such an extent that we can adapt to our precious people. Maybe we are just lazy, at least even birds know that they run to warm places when the climate changes. But we do n’t. We choose a place. We build a house. We stay in the house we build for all seasons.

James's illness is the result of his obedience to his human laziness, and in the cool climate, he didn't stay in his house honestly and ran around everywhere. He deserves it.

He glanced sideways at the time. At midnight, he could feel the heat of his body without touching his skin. I don't know if it was an illusion or something. He felt someone talking.

After listening quietly for a while, James closed his eyes and Weiss was calling.

Weiss is taking care of him ... It is not entirely accurate to say that, Weiss was looking for him. Let's start from the beginning.

James did something unethical. At noon, James asked Coulson to find a reporter and announced the list of their 'investigation' together, the list of involvement in the two Baker Street fire accidents. The reason why the list is involved rather than casualties is because these people disappeared. This is just some non-mainstream gangsters, and nothing can be represented by disappearance, just that no one can be found.

After James James let Coulson do the work he promised to share with the Director of Darcy, he turned around and sold Coulson, telling Darcy Coulson to announce the shortlist of Eli descendants that the Devil would not want to announce.

The purpose is very simple. Keep Curson away, and James can concentrate on finding Kate.

We already know that James ran to the saints. Now we are not talking about James ’efforts to find his girlfriend, but poor Coulson.

After experiencing some inexplicable scolding, Coulson was suspended by Darcy, and then Coulson began to look for James running like a mad dog. It is an obvious fact that James really has few friends in Button.

So, Weiss.

As an intuition, Weiss knew that he had to stop the angry Coulson and find James before Coulson looked for it. This process was completely effortless. Weiss just held down Coulson, who was soaring in the Southern District Police Station, and asked Cologne and Coulson to retire. When he went home on leave, he found James.

At the door of Weiss's house, like an injured animal, his skin was hot, his lips were pale, and the curled nest was on the front porch.

It really isn't what friends should do. Weiss didn't invite James into his house, so he dragged him back to James's house.

Take care? Do not. Basically, James was thrown into bed, and after preparing enough water, nothing was done.

The only thing that Weiss had trouble with was to call the Southern District Police Station, make up a lie, and appease the angry Coulson. The rest of the time, I was basically listening to James' long-winded nonsense.

For example, "I don't know what I did wrong!" For example, "I shouldn't fall to this point!" For example, "Why am I always in this situation!"

See, meaningless. Of course, Weiss also tried to join, obviously his friends are in pain, both physically and mentally, want to say something that can play a comforting role. But any words have no effect, even counterproductive. For example, "What are you doing wrong, humans should be afraid of aliens, Kate is just not enough, um, strong." For example, "You are already very good, at least better than when we served in the West, you know the truth, this is a good thing , Right. "For example," No one said it would be easy, we are lucky, we know the truth, we know the aliens, we can choose how to deal with these things that are not human, huh, things. "

I don't know how long this nonsense conversation lasted anymore, and James passed out.

Wake up again, now.

Weiss didn't know who he was calling, and he was in a bad mood and not very good. "Don't be so naive, he is my friend, he is sick!" There was a low volume, but the tone was full.

"What should I do? Regardless of him? Um, mature! Jason!"

Let's continue to pretend we don't know how he is on the phone. We know that Weiss's deep cabinet won't admit this kind of thing.

"Uh! How can you say that ?! I participated in missions with him, missions from birth to death! Trouble? Should I ignore him because of a little trouble?"

To be sure, the guy over the receiver-we continue to pretend not to know who it is. Is worried about Wes's situation.

What kind of situation? Um, how to say, the situation with James.

By now, I think a fact that may be difficult for everyone to accept has become clear-this story is not started because of a vampire who wants to support the family in the process of change. This is the son of a general who didn't know fart at that time, and came to Patton from the west.

Who is the guy who has caused countless troubles in this story, please don't talk about Zach. Here, lying on the bed, enjoying the sick, now just closed his eyes and pretending to sleep, James is actually trying to eavesdrop.

Kim should kill him.

"I know what I'm dealing with!" Weiss was a little impatient. "In the west, I can handle it well! In Barton, I can handle it too!"

Yeah, Wes admitted to Zac, didn't he? He was also a man at the Western Devil's Banquet. Very close to James's people.

"Uh! You don't even know what you're talking about!" Weiss twitched his lips. "This is what makes me different from you! Jason!" Oh, Weiss, if you go on like this, be careful we can't pretend Now, "You have to put everything out and make it clear! I don't! I don't need or want to!"

I do n’t know what to say over the receiver, it ’s probably off topic. Weiss waved irritably, "Don't say it!" And hung up.

The space is quiet. There is no sound. The world's turbulent James opened his eyes frequently to watch the time, and it was so difficult to stay for a minute. James got out of bed with a heavy quilt, and he was really curious.

"Wes?" He looked in the darkness, as if he was lying on the sand downstairs.

"Are you awake?" Anxious, the blurred figure on the sand moved. "What's wrong? Are you thirsty? Hungry? Are you feeling better?"

"Uh ..." James wanted to come downstairs, but as soon as one foot hung in the air, the feeling of bumps suddenly rose. Fragile humans, James leaned on the handrail, "I'm hungry."

"Okay." The man downstairs turned on the light, also wrapped in a blanket, and walked to the kitchen. "A little pasta, just warm it up."

James watched Wess motion on it, "Who were you talking to just now."

Quiet for a while, "You heard it."

"Listen to it."

Responding closely, "Don't ask." Nothing looked up at James in good faith.

James frowned, he knew he had used the wrong opening, but now he was not in the mood to save, and rubbed his lips, "I don't understand what you mean. Cope, cope with?"

The lunch box was thrown into the microwave, Weiss looked at the rotating lunch box, the expression on his face changed once, and the expression was somber, "You, cope with you, and everything around you."

"I said." James said very slowly, sickness, on the one hand, emotions, on the other hand, "I don't understand."

"Are you really, really not conscious, right? James." Weiss looked up and looked at James. "Don't you see where you are now? You have a little consciousness. What is Patton now? ?"

James's tone was also bad for months, "I'm asking questions and asking for answers! It's not asking you to ask back!"

James is about to lose friends?

No, not yet.

"Okay. Then I'll answer it for you." Weiss looked back at the rotating meal box. "Direct, without any whitewashing. Huh." Weiss shook his head, maybe disappointed, "When Patton everyone When worrying about your future, huh, people who know the truth, aliens, and fear that they will become slaves to the Demon Banquet, what are you doing, James? "

Still a rhetorical question, let's answer, James is looking for his girlfriend.

Weiss waved his hand and continued, "Zac is gone. The only one standing between the city and the Demon Feast is gone." Weiss didn't know the truth yet, did he. Weiss didn't insert James, he used taunting opportunities to tell him the truth, and continued, "The only one who gave his future choice is gone, and you, what are you doing?"

Weiss continued to shake his head, "You are not looking at Darcy at the police station, you are not looking at the mind readers at Kozil, you are not at Barton, the people you already know, familiar with, aliens, help them, help yourself , You ’re not even at work, leaving your partner aside! What the **** are you doing, James? Or, what the **** did you do? Did you make a choice? The feast or Patton? You gave up and became your father , Who does the Feast want you to be? "

James opened his dry lips.

Wes didn't let him say, "Or are you just waiting for things to come to you? Then complain, don't know, complain about your situation ..." It seems that the previous meaningless words are not true. Meaningless, "James, what are you expecting to find you? Good thing? Huh."

Ding!

Weiss took the warm pasta and threw it on the desk, as if he was too lazy to send it. Weiss turned his head. "The irrelevant people know that you can't wait for any good things. There will be no good things around you. They will only be involved in bad things." .

James lowered his head and did not go downstairs. He stood beside the handrail with an indescribable face. "That irrelevant person cares about you." Last time, let's pretend we don't know who it is.

"Huh!" Weiss lay back on the sand. "You don't want to see me, okay, I will leave tomorrow morning, hum, the first touch of sunshine appears on the east side, and I will leave ..."

This trace of sarcasm was not finished.

"My suggestion, leave now."

This voice has something for everyone to remember.

Eli Toledo picked up the pasta on the desk, smelled it, made a disgusted expression, stepped on his studded boots, and stepped upstairs.

"Put down the gun." He didn't even look behind him. Eli curled the corner of his black mouth and looked at the sick James. "James' friend, because we are the same person, I don't want to. Hurt you. "The words were not to James." Go home, when you still have someone who cares about you ~ "

While saying so, Eli did something disgusting. He scratched his wrist, as if he thought that the tomato sauce in the meal box was not bright enough, he added a little color, and handed it to James, "You are still very weak ~ actually still sick ~ Ha ha, human. So, I do Is it right? Has Zack done the same, feeding you blood and keeping you healthy? "

How to respond? Tell him that Zac did feed James' blood, but wouldn't it be so disgusting to add to the food? Anyone who wants to answer, go, tell Eli.

The meal box with the pestle in front of James seemed to be solidified in the space, and James missed it.

"Follow you ~" Eli didn't seem to care. He set it aside, looked downstairs and was not obedient, put down the gun, and left Weiss, "Uh, all stubborn guys ~" Just sighed, and waved his hand immediately. "Do n’t worry about your friend, I wo n’t get typhoid fever. And you ’re right, hehe ~ I ’m Mr. James Lance who did n’t do anything, waiting for the 'bad thing' ~" The black nails pierced the heavy directly Quilt, inserted into James' chest.

Pain is necessary, but at the same time, James' abnormal temperature and sick face are recovering. Eli seems to be a straightforward guy.

"Oh ~ Do you feel better ~" The bright red finger that was withdrawn was wiped directly on his lips. "Hurry up and prepare quickly ~" He turned and went downstairs again, ignoring Wes, whose muzzle moved, "We are today The party was very busy, the first stop was the [General ’s Rest Station] in the southeast, huh, coexistence agreement ~ Zac ’s descendants are eligible to be the first agreement ~ "Raised his finger," but I should remind you, James, I do n’t have much patience, so if things start to go in a bad direction, you ’d better take the beads that made me unhappy yesterday ~ I may not be in the mood to take care of you ~ "

Standing straight in front of the muzzle, tilting his head to look at the tense Weiss, said inexplicably, "Have you heard my song, you seem to like my type ~" The meaning is weird Raised his hand and pressed against Weiss's chest, "Those emotions, those angers ~ need to vent ~"

Weiss pistol, he said he can cope, not kidding, "Sorry, I have a job, need to travel during the day. Thanks for the invitation."

"Ha! Smart ~ I like you ~" Eli no longer ignored Wes and sat on the sand. "Give you clothes for three minutes, James." He tilted his legs, "You don't think about this weather Run outside naked. "

The things that were born here will not stop at Eli shaking his legs and waiting, Wes starting to prepare to go home, James has no choice to start getting dressed to go out here. The last person who appeared in James's house tonight appeared.

The cyan figure floated in from outside the window, glancing at the three people who were already here, keeping a distance from Eli on the sand, without any expression, "Ili Torrido, I will give you a chance to put 'Ko 'Tell me.'

Wes frowned, accelerating his departure from here, instead James stopped the dressing movement and looked down.

"What?" With an unbelievable smile, Eli shook his finger in his ear. "Sorry, say again, I didn't hear clearly ~"

"You listened very clearly. I have nothing to hide. The only reason I came back to Barton was to recycle the 'Colt', I was not interested in anything about Barton, and did not want to participate. So, Eli Torredo, No matter what you want to do in Barton, you want to do it easily, and without me, the soul walker, hindering you, this is your chance to give me 'Colt'. "

"Haha!" It seemed to be amused, "Opportunity? Ha! You're so funny, you know, no, aren't all of Barton's guys so funny? No wonder Zac will stay in such a small town ..."

"Are you avoiding it, Eli Torredo." The blue Sloan continued to speak without a word, "You know very well, 'Colt' can't hold it in your hands, isn't it, Feast, hum , Your master will let you turn in this weapon. Give me, turn in the magic feast, your only two choices, which will be? "

Obviously, there are elements that make Eli's emotions provoked. As a result, Eli red eyes, changed her posture, and turned her legs slowly. "Is there only two choices? Ha ha, if, I just want to stay in my hands ~ You have to do it. Seeing that I can only change my body Or the little soul walker who fled? "Go back.

There was a hint of expression on the blue Sloan's face, and he floated back a bit. After the silence, "Do you want to leave 'Colt', do you want to use it."

"Does it matter to you?" Eli curled his lips, as if he saw a clown's expression.

"Okay." Cyan Sloan seemed to have compromised. "Then you'd better keep the" Colt ", you stayed in the middle, you know how much chaos that thing can create, you better be conscious ..."

"What else do you have to say, Soul Walker." Eli waved his hand, seeming a little impatient.

It should be, because the fact is very simple, he does n’t have ‘Cort’ at all. Now what Sloan said here, there is only one point for him—the magic banquet thought he had a ‘Cort`! It ’s only a matter of time to find him!

"It's gone." Sloan stepped back a little again. "You ..." Sloan glanced at the three people here again. "You, have a nice night." Turning around, it began to fade and was about to disappear.

"I have a question." Eli said, "Why do you want to recycle 'Colt'?"

Downplaying the pause, as if hesitantly replied, "Because the appearance of the" Colt "in the Federation is my responsibility, I can't make a mistake and leave it alone. Let these" Cort "be left out." Rai, "You didn't leave Nuo's house that fast, you will know many things."

Without giving Eli the opportunity to continue asking questions, Sloan disappeared.

James has nothing to see here. Everyone knows that the disappearance of the soul walker will return to the body. Do you want to know where his body is? Come.

At his own home, facing the receiver, "He was hooked."

I know I know!

Over the earpiece, Zac smiled for granted, "Of course I will be hooked ~" Putting down the phone, I looked at Zagar beside me, "Interesting things, just started ~"

Actually, it is not interesting.