The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

It was Mike who greeted Zac, and the demon waved at the two people with a smile, "Are you coming to see me?"

Zac smiled, "Yes, look for Crowley by the way. ● Eight ▼ One Chinese ?? www.81zw.com ▲"

Mike certainly knows that this is not the case, but he doesn't care much, "Come with me, Crowley is waiting for you." Then he looked at Zac sideways with anticipation.

Zac intended to nod, and nodded, "I will try my best."

Mike is expecting Zac to take him out of the church. After the task last week, the video of Grand House was completely scanned, and there was nothing Grandry could make Mike play. So Zac let Mike be free, as long as he came back at night. This is exactly the opposite of Crowley's strictness. The demon, now a decent priest, obviously prefers to live in Grande's house.

Of course, Mike ’s freedom is also conditional. Zac will let Danny and Dylan follow, one is to let Dylan receive a more racial education, and the other is to make Danny who knows more about modern life look at Mike. To keep him from getting in trouble.

Crowley eventually got an office for herself in the residential area behind the church, but it was more like a woman's wardrobe than an office. Tall standing mirrors are lined with clothes hangers full of clothes, cosmetics with various trademarks are stacked on the desk, and the head models that you will only see in the store are messed up. God knows what Crowley is for.

What makes Zac helpless is that Crowley has changed its shape again.

It's still pants, brown leather shoes in off-white formal dress, it looks like a normal but formal dress, but the top of the head is really a small explosive roll, fluffy like a basketball clasped on Crowley's head.

"Don't say anything!" Crowley glanced at Zac only, his long fingers flicked behind his head, and the exploding little curl continued his life, and the golden long fell.

Zach shook his head, Crowley at least consciously received a normal reaction. He wanted to tell Crowley that the problem was not his head, but his clothes. ◆ Eight ★? ★ One Chinese website. www.81zw.com? This demon can wear a dress. The current model does not need to make any changes.

"Do you have a place for us to sit down?" Zac looked around the vacant 'office' piled up by clothes, cosmetics, magazines ...

Crowley waved her hand, a stack of male magazines flew aside and was thrown aside, Zac grabbed a copy and sat down. A few pages turned, "Shouldn't you read women's magazines?"

"Huh." Crowley sat across the desk. "There is no progress in this world, and it is still controlled by men. Do you think I should study what women like or what men like."

Zac couldn't refute. After all, Crowley lives in Barton with a purpose. There is no flaw in her logic. How to control the world? Conquer the men.

Zac left the magazine aside, and let Crowley know how to get rid of it. She would never conquer Barton.

"I think you should know why I came." Zach was very direct. "Last night, what did 'your person' see? I don't mind mentioning your contribution when I told James."

Crowley seemed to be in a bad mood. She lifted up a pair of legs that were long enough to make anyone jealous, kicked off the debris on the desk rudely, and put on, "I hope you better not to mention . James will not be grateful to me. "

Crowley admits her fate? Don't expect to reverse James Lance's bad impression at all? Zac raised an eyebrow. Smiled, "It's yours, yours hit the policeman named Chapman."

Crowley's face sank completely. "Pay attention to your words." She stared at Benjamin, who was curious and picked up a jar of moisturizer. "That's expensive! Put it down!"

Benjamin curled his lips, dug a big dump, and wiped it on a model.

Crowley was too lazy to take care of her, and looked away, "Who do you think I am, do I have a lot of men? Everywhere? Just one of those people in the group. And I can assure you that he did not Do it! "

Zac was in a good mood, he found an eyewitness!

"where is he?"

"Leave Barton. ★ Eight? One Chinese ▲ ▼ www.81zw.com ●" Crowley's eyes twitched, "Morning was sent out of Barton City by his boss in the morning!" Zach glanced. "Do you want him to come back? Yes, let his container rot away on the train."

Zac opened his mouth, changing too fast, he needed to adapt.

Zac waved his hand, "Tell me all the things directly."

Crowley stared at Zac for a moment, not knowing what she was thinking. "Is Chapman? That's his name? Well, Chapman, he is sick!"

Crowley's narrative once again made Zac helpless.

Chapman provoked a group of drunkards for no reason and shot through Crowley's knee. Chapman's marksmanship should not be praised at this time, but in silence to the totally innocent Crowley. Then, unsurprisingly, the chapman, who could be found dead, was beaten hard, and the beating was very serious.

"He is dead." Crowley's original words, "But he will not die so easily, I am interested in him. I want his soul."

It ’s good to be curious and to have another purpose. Crowley did something that caused Zac a headache, and she sent a shadow figure.

Yes, it is a faction. Danny Illusion has accidentally obtained the address of the Grand House that can be sheltered. Other souls wandering in Barton City are not so lucky. They were dragged to Hell by Hellhound and became Crowley's camp.

"Why?" Zac frowned, he couldn't understand, if Crowley wanted Chapman's soul, let the **** dog go to **** after the natural death.

Crowley looked at Zac and paused for a long time, his body swaying back and forth on the chair, "I don't want my soul to go to hell."

"Why?" Zac frowned, looking at Crowley dumbfounded. This was a completely confused question.

"It's none of your business." Crowley quickly ended the topic.

Zac's eyebrows frowned again, two unrelated things appeared in his mind, Dylan was chased when he was pulled out of hell, and the North Park in the cemetery was released to accept the necromantic of Constantine sermons.

"I want him to come to me and come here in full." Crowley didn't care what Zac was thinking, and continued, "So I let a shadowman go and bring back this mentally problematic policeman. But "Crowley's face was already angry, and he lowered his voice." He didn't come back! "

Zac shook his head, tossing out the sudden distraction in his mind, waving Crowley to pause, "Let me figure it out. Chapman was supposed to die, but because of the filmmaker, he is still alive. People should bring him to you, but they did n’t. What is missing is not only the Chapman James is looking for, but also the shadowman who is attached to him. You are telling me that this is how things go ?"

Crowley glanced at Zac and admitted.

Zac looked at Benjamin, who was holding his arms aside and shook his head with a smile. "Any ideas?"

Benjamin laughed and waited for a long time before stopping, posing with a serious look, "James will not like what he found."

Zac shook his head helplessly, how would he describe it to James? There are two souls in a body that is decaying under the rules of nature, regardless of how these two souls allocate the right to use the body. Their form of life is not acceptable to James.

"Then we have to find him before the police, either let him live, or let him die as he expected." Zac twitched his mouth, they still need to hurry up.

The shadow man is weak. According to Crowley's account, Chapman's body has been beaten and ruined. Who knows how long he can delay Chapman's death. The point is not here, the point is that such a person wandering in Barton City is even more uncomfortable than Papa ’s walking dead at midnight! Because he is alive and acts autonomously, the walking dead is dead, and the puppets are manipulated. There is an essential difference.

"Does this movieman have a name?" Zac asked frowning.

"Wandall." Crowley froze, and the captive fled, which was not honourable. As the ‘boss’, she went looking for herself, even more disgraceful. Although those **** dogs are dogs, I am sorry that this kind of life in the crack does not have the sense of smell in the real world.

So she can only choose the weakest of the many disgrace, and ask Grand for help, "He called himself that."

"Wandel." Zach shook his head. The name is "anderer" (anderer), which is not a good omen. "Do you have a clue? After the incident last night, you did not send someone to stare at Chap Man?"

This once again hit Crowley's sore spot, she stared at Zach, "I told you, my men are not as many as you think! If there are enough people, I will let this Wandel go?"

Zac shook his head, he thought, Crowley used the devil's contract for the matter on Yuri's side a week ago, which means that she has a shortage of manpower. It's a good thing, Zac pouted and stood up ready to leave.

"Let Mike follow you," Crowley said suddenly.

Zach almost forgot about it, nodded, but Crowley added, "Tell him to go directly to Constantine when he's done, and see him dangling idle every day, making me irritable!"

Zac raised his eyebrows, and he seemed to hear a strange meaning from inside. What is the relationship between Mike and Crowley?

This small, strange head of thought was smoothed together as Zac sorted out his dusty shirt in the messy office. Mike stood outside with a big smile on his face, and he had put on his casual clothes. It ’s ridiculous that he was dragging two suitcases behind him, "Crowley informed me. I prepared two copies. I can have them at Grande Is it a room? "

Zac smiled, "Of course, Grand has rooms." (To be continued.)