The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

Presumably it was where the disturbance just happened. Walter bent over and pressed his knee. "The rest is not my business! I'm going to rest, and call me when I'm done!"

Having said that, this guy who had just released a soul from **** and jailbreak looked a disgusted look at a hole in the ceiling wall wallpaper because of the blazing flames, and the air leaking mouth lacking half of the front teeth snorted and limped. Own bedroom. ▼ August 1 Chinese ◆ Text? ◆ Net. ww.81zw.com?

Opening and closing the door, Walter intimately left the vampire, werewolf, and soul alone in the restaurant.

The cyan light and shadow very obvious in the darkness slowly condensed, and gradually formed a complete human figure. He recovered from the surprise he was initially deceived and looked around. Then he made the first thing any soul would do after returning to a familiar world-rush to freedom!

Zac and Benjamin sat back at the table again, watching the poor guy rush toward the door in the darkness. His translucent body was far away from the door, and he was scattered by the invisible boundary. The scattered blue light and shadow re-assembled above the extinguished candle, he tried again, still scattered and gathered.

He changed his direction and, with some consciousness that he was no longer human, rushed towards the curtains behind the restaurant, and the cyan afterimages crossed the vampire and Alpha, but neither of them paid much attention to the result.

This time, the soul touched the curtain, but the process remained the same. His body spread out on the curtain, and the cyan light and shadow spread like fog, but did not let the curtain move. The invisible force pulled the scattered cyan retraction and gathered above the crooked candle heart pressed by the beer can.

The space illuminated by the candlelight before is his range of activity.

In a sense, he is still a ground-bound spirit.

Zac and Benjamin gave him enough time to realize this. The poor guy who had been abnormally killed, abnormally dragged to hell, and destined to be sent back again, deserved a chance to let it go.

The attempt to escape from this place finally gave up after repeated attempts. The blue transparent figure curled up on the table, staring at the warm heart of the candle, and said, "I know you. Benjamin Grande , Can you see me right. "

Benjamin adjusted his body and looked at the doorman who took him around the warehouse last night. "Dylan. ▲ Bayi? Chinese ??. Ww.81zw.com? Meet again."

"Do you know my name, I guess Mr. Smith gave you the right." This guy's mind is actually very clear, think about this night he came from life to death, from this world to hell, and there can be Such a clear idea. It's really rare.

Zac raised an eyebrow. "You are smart, can you guess why we are here?"

"Smith wants some names, right?" "Mr." was removed, and after the calm, the guy's anger began to sprout. Dylan's transparent face can still recognize the frowning, "Are you Zachary Grande?"

Zac nodded.

"What kind of stuff are you two!" Dylan's head glared at them back and forth.

"I can see you ..." Zac didn't mind the other person materializing himself and waving his hand. "And the person who pulled you out of hell, you just need to know this."

As if something was said, the expression on Dylan's face became complicated. The left and right heads slowly stopped in the middle, muttering as if talking to themselves, "So that's really **** ... I, I, went to **** ..."

It seems that reality is only hitting this guy now. It has nothing to do with the slow reflex arc. It is just that after rationality, the sensibility finally catches up with the progress of the epiphany.

The cyan light and shadow jumped on the table, the face and body began to blur, and the intermittent roaring sounds showed through the chaotic light and shadow. The little red flashed in the increasingly dark blue.

The chaotic light and shadow fragments beat more and more violently on the round table. The original blue halo seemed to be swallowed and swallowed by itself. The bright red light spots and the dark ink cyan gradually replaced the original light and shadow fragments, as if the atomized smoke Chaos beating. Roll up!

Zac raised his eyebrows, this guy was actually born ... so to speak, those **** dogs will regret later that they had eaten Dylan.

The vampire's fingertips pierced his skin, and a drop of bright red fell on the table.

The ongoing transformation on the round table was suddenly interrupted! The dark blue mist and the bright red light spot contracted sharply, buried in the blue transparent body! And the transparent blue body has reached the ceiling in horror!

"What's that!" Dylan yelled, staring at the smooth red bump on the table. ?? August 1 ▼? Wen Wang www.81zw.com? He can feel that it is a black hole, once touched, he will be devoured by nothing left!

"That's right." Zach smiled and touched the punctured finger. The wound was no longer marked. "You should be afraid. You can use this as the basis of our conversation." Zach smiled at Dylan on the ceiling. , "As long as you cooperate, we will not hurt you."

"Hurt me?" Zach pointed to the fuse. "How can you treat me? I'm dead!" Dylan's back was screaming at Benjamin against the ceiling, "I showed him before I showed him After the warehouse! It's you! It's you who told Smith I betrayed him! "

Benjamin never explained that such work was for Zac.

Zac shook his head. "Down." The sleeves were wiped on the blood beads on the table. "You are wrong. We are as surprised as you are about your death."

The cyan color slowly fell, floating above the heart of the candle, and a translucent face began to think, but he still stared at Benjamin, "You finally saw it! But you didn't do anything!"

Benjamin finally said to Dylan, ‘You can rest assured’, is n’t it strange?

Zac waved his hands impatiently. "Now there is no need to blame anyone. We are all counted by Smith." The corner of the vampire's mouth suddenly curled up. Say, we are still on the opposite side of you. "

Zac didn't wait for the other person to say anything, spread his hands to Dylan in the air, "You are dead, are these still important? Tell us what we want to know, we won't bother you again." Zac blinked, " Maybe, maybe, we can give you freedom. "

Dylan frowned. This reality made him unable to accept it. This temptation was also just a short stay in hell. He couldn't refuse. He glanced at Zac, and it was not hard to find. The object of the conversation was not Benjamin. He turned around. "You want a name? I don't have it. All communication is via phone and parcel."

I knew it would not be so easy. Zac looked helplessly at Benjamin who shook his head. "Be more specific, start from scratch."

Dylan began to narrate.

About two weeks ago, Dylan began to receive strange calls, which were usually short. Unfamiliar voices say time, place, and instructions. Dylan only treated it as a prank and ignored it, and then he began to receive packages, usually with photos, and he ate, slept, and worked ...

So when Dylan took a picture of him sleeping from above his bed, he followed the instructions on the phone and obeyed—began recording his real work conversation, which was born under the Smith warehouse.

Then the content of the package was enriched, in addition to the usual, extremely ** photos, there was more cash. It seems to mean both threat and reward. But the instructions on the phone have not changed, it is still a similar forensic work, and Dylan has not let these things that can destroy the Smith family.

So Dylan resisted semi-obediently and continued to secretly carry out this strange task in accordance with the phone's request.

"I'm not stupid enough to think that those people didn't charge me what I recorded." Dylan sullenly, showing that the translucent edges seemed to be covered with a veil. "They can enter without my knowledge. I took pictures of my bedroom, I do n’t think they ca n’t take it away, or copy those recordings. "

"Then did your tape disappear, or have you been passive?" Zack asked.

"No." The yarn on Dylan's face was heavier. "Until my home was stolen, all the tapes hidden under my bed disappeared."

Zac raised an eyebrow, thought for a while, and said with a smile. "Then you guessed it. Smith was there. The theft was Smith's action. Those tapes were taken by Smith."

Dylan glanced vaguely at the vampire and continued the narration.

The stolen was born three days ago, according to practice. When Dylan came home, he would put the recording of the day under the bed together. But that day, Dylan stood in front of his house and knew that something bad happened. Because his door had been opened, everything in the room was turned over by bandits, and cash and valuables disappeared.

Dylan didn't naively think that this was a real robbery, so he went to watch the tape under the bed for the first time, and sure enough, all disappeared.

No robber would steal a tape that was occupying a position and worthless, so Dylan realized that his little action was revealed by his boss, Smith.

This is a rational person over an emotional person, so Dylan is not stupid enough to run away and confess to his boss quickly. He clasped the last tape in his hand as a weight for his negotiation.

Zac and Benjamin exchanged their eyes, they had to admire Dylan's eyes.

"But didn't you wait for the negotiations?" Zack smiled helplessly.

"No." The haze on Dylan's face disappeared. Looking back to the present, it seems that he really looked away. "In fact, when I returned to the warehouse again, there were still people who thought the same way."

Of course, there were two people who died in the accident. Smith also admitted that a third person might not be ruled out.

Zac sighed, "When Benjamin went to investigate, you had a silver lining."

"Yes." Dylan replied sternly, "But when I present you ..." Looking at Benjamin, "When I didn't know about the underground, I abandoned this hope."

Such abandonment was born when Benjamin asked them where to go outside the warehouse. Benjamin remembered this scene, and Dylan greeted the police guarding the cordon to hide his emotions. No wonder then Dylan was not so rigid when introducing the compartment.

"But you still have a glimmer of hope." Zac shook his head helplessly. If it wasn't for prevention and monitoring, only Benjamin went. With the vampire's ability to observe people in detail, he might be able to show Dylan's mood at the time. Zach continued, "When Benjamin checked, you started to hope this was really just a pure accident."

"Is this important?" Dylan shook his head. Indeed, after entering the warehouse, he showed eagerness for the investigation results more than once, and finally gave Benjamin clues to reconstruct Smith's intention. But for Dylan, it was knowing that it was impossible, but he could only hope that his boss would not be so decisive in the end.

Dylan glanced at Benjamin. He was able to understand that Benjamin would never have expected that he would die. Otherwise, this strong guy will not say anything that reassures him.

But these things no longer matter. One side is a dead pseudo-bundle, and the other side is Grande who was commissioned by the murderer. They are all controlled by Smith, but still serve Smith. (To be continued.)