Chapter 15: Matthew's extra fast

The movement in the backyard apparently attracted the attention of the girls upstairs. Lola was still looking worried, lying on the window sill of Alice, staring at Matthew who was waving the shovel. ?? Bayi Chinese? ★ ★ Net. www.81zw.com?
The sun at noon was very large, and after a while, Matthew's vest was completely sweaty and attached to the reddish skin. The young man pulled up the front of the vest and wiped it across his forehead. The sweat beads on the sturdy arm refracted the sunlight, and Matthew took off his vest, and wiped his body with the vest that was already stained with dust and sweat anyway.
"Wow!" Kepler huddled beside Lola, the girl's eyes shining, "I'm starting to understand why you like to run here!"
The healing process of this girl's broken love is unusually short. Hey.
Lola's smooth forehead was wrinkled, she pushed Kepler by the side, and turned to Alice, who was sitting on the bed.
"What are you looking at?" Lola stood next to Alice, watching Alice laid out notes in front of her.
"Recipe." Alice smiled, but the smile didn't fully unfold. "Isn't Kepler wanting the recipe for today's menu? I'm sorting it out."
"Yes!" Kepler turned his head from the view outside the window. "I'm going to take it back and show it to the kitchen guys at home! We pay them so much money every month, but none of them ..."
Lola had noticed that Alice's expression was wrong, and swept away the recipe in front of Alice's bed, glaring at Kepler, "Alice is not a cook."
Kepler pouted, carrying the girl's lasciviousness, "I know, I'm just talking." Then he turned to continue to enjoy the scenery.
Alice gave Lola a grateful look, and honestly, she was glad that her friend had not neglected herself. But the facts are similar to what Kepler said. For young ladies like them, the chef is probably the only one Alice can do.
"It's okay." Alice took the scattered recipes back. "I like to organize these. Kepler can eat them every day in the future, and I am very happy."
"Ah!" Kepler turned his head again. "Don't worry about this! I decided to come back often!" His eyes flashed. ▲ August 1? Chinese ?? Network. ww.81zw.com?
Lola stared back with her fierce eyes!
Kepler smiled and turned his head. Raising his hand and shaking in the air, "I know! Ha! I'm now!" After the girl said, she jumped onto Alice's bed and left the recipes aside, grabbing the nervous Alice. "Tell me quickly! Does Lola like the one outside, uh, Matthew, right? Does it ?!"
Lola just wanted to stop it, but was glared by Kepler. With a serious face, "No! You can't talk! I just fell in love! You can't violate my requirements! I'm still sad! I need these! I need to know what happened! This is what good friends should do! When Share secrets when friends are sad! "
Actually, it makes a lot of sense ...
Alice opened her mouth, but there was a little girl's lightness in her eyes, no wonder every time Lola came to Grande like a wind, high school was really a terrible place.
Alice looked at Lola's abandoned expression and received the look from her, nodded helplessly, and began secret sharing among the girls.
When this sharing was over, Kepler frowned and said such a sentence. "Absolutely Matthew. Benjamin is too old ..."
When the three of them got together again in front of the window sill and wanted to see someone in the courtyard, there was nothing but a pit.
From Grande to the west, the road to the cemetery was not very smooth, so Matthew was half-stomping on his bicycle. In the basket in front of the car, a red pot collided back and forth under bumps, and the contents inside made a ping pong sound. It was that the spirits seeds were hitting the tank wall.
With each impact, Ryan's screams would torture Matthew's ears.
The jar was originally transparent, and the red was painted under the "watering" of vampire blood for a long time. Vampire blood that even his own soul will gradually corrode. After drying up, he still wields his own role, and every time he hits, that short contact will make Ryan suffer.
This kind of torture is unimaginable, because Ryan's soul is maintained by witchcraft. "≤8" ≤1 "≤ 中" ≤text, www.81zw.com The blood of the vampire cannot destroy the soul, and can only provide the pain that corrodes and devours.
"Matthew! Matthew! Let me go out! Please!" The sound in the jar was not affected by the airflow and poured into Matthew's ears.
Matthew shut his mouth tightly and pedaled his bike intently. Sympathy for Ryan, yes. But it was far from enough for Matthew to defy the orders issued by Alpha and the boss at the same time.
"Matthew! You yo! You will only follow Benjamin's coward!"
The muscles in Matthew's legs stretched tighter, speeding up.
"I was wrong! Matthew! Let me go out, OK!"
Matthew looked at the tomb that could already be seen. Continue to sprint.
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The tomb area of ​​Grande House has improved a lot compared to a few months ago. After the tomb movement, people occasionally came across from the West End to see the tortured dead. Matthew rode on the path between the parks and stopped directly at the North Park, which was limited to the place where the sinners were buried because of customs.
There is no change in Beiyuan. The tombstones are roughly like rough stones, and no one will clean the weeds in the graveyard. Many places are only surrounded by a wooden stick, indicating that there are people in this pit, hoping to see from the ambiguous tombstone that it is impossible to belong.
Matthew only came here not long ago to bury the poor guy in that prison. Lyon was there at the time, so it was not too casual to draw a neat area and bury the ashes.
Matthew didn't receive an order to bury Ryan, and stood a little confused in a pile of chilling graveyards.
"Thank you." A sudden voice sounded, and cyan light and shadow gathered in front of Matthew.
Matthew took a few steps back involuntarily, staring in horror at the guy who suddenly appeared in front of him. Matthew didn't know this person at all, nor did he want to know where he came from.
The other party floated on a bunch of weeds that had just emerged, and pointed to the edge of Beiyuan, the place where Matthew last came to bury the ashes.
"That's me." The other party explained to Matthew.
Matthew reacted, carefully bypassing each other, "You are Lyon, um--" Matthew didn't know how to express it, clutching his head awkwardly, "Welcome back?" Matthew himself was not sure, saying this right.
The other party smiled, looking at the red jar in Matthew's hand, "Do you want to bury it?"
Matthew nodded. Surprisingly, Ryan in the bottle was completely quiet.
"I don't mind being a neighbor with him." The other party made a proposal.
Matthew seemed to understand something, shook his head, and slowly backed away, "No, no more. I think they want me to bury him where no one is."
"No !!!" There was a sudden howl in the red jar! Sure enough, this earth-bound spirit had such an idea that he could already feel that the person who was talking to Matthew was not earth-bound, and had the ability to move freely.
Matthew frowned, glancing at the cyan man, "I, I'm leaving."
The other party smiled, an unusually calm smile, "It doesn't matter, maybe you don't know, the priest comes to pray every day. He is next to me and can't do anything."
Constantine? A name popped up in Matthew's mind. He and the priest had more contact when they moved the tomb, and the impression was good. It was only during this time that Grand House's view of Constantine seemed to be undergoing some kind of change. Matthew didn't know whether he should be surprised or puzzled to hear the name here.
"I ..." Matthew's hand pointed uncomfortably behind him, "I'm still going there."
The other party no longer reluctantly, the blue body slowly faded, and when it appeared again, it had floated on an open space at the edge of the North Park, and the soil layer was clearly separated from the surrounding.
Matthew shook his head. He didn't quite understand that what was buried there was just a can of ashes. Why did the other party appear here? Does Lyon care about the soul under his hands?
But now Matthew has no idea where to bury Ryan. There was a free-spirited undead in North Park, or someone from Crowley ’s side, and it seemed that it was not in line with the original intentions of the two Grand leaders to throw Ryan here.
The young Matthew was completely lost.
To make matters worse, a figure is coming from the west. Constantine is holding a scripture, and from a distance, he sees Matthew standing abruptly in the North Park.
Constantine, as in Matthew's impression, under the noonday sun, the black priest shirt was meticulous, and the cross at the neckline glowed silver in the sunlight.
Constantine looked directly at the jar in Matthew's hands after the blessing. The dark red blood stain made this jar look strange.
"Matthew." Constantine seemed to know that his relationship with Grande was not as good as before, and his brows were frowned, and his face was a bit worried. It seemed that he knew the situation of Seth from the prison.
But Constantine didn't even question Matthew these things and smiled helplessly, "Is this something to be buried here?"
"Yes." Matthew nodded, and the priest could not lie in front of him, not to mention the only real priest in the city of Barton!
"Just here." Constantine took a step back and pointed to the land in front of him. "I will take good care of him."
A moaning sound appeared in the jar, Ryan's intentions were completely shattered.
Matthew nodded, and when he was ready to go back, he accepted the instructions to dig out.
Constantine no longer disturbs Matthew and walks to the edge of the North Park. The suspended cyan figure seems to be waiting for Constantine, whose translucent body bends slightly to salute.
Matthew held the shovel, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and looked over there. Constantine opened the scriptures in his hands, his lips closed, as if to say something.
The guy who died in prison and became Lyon's man stood beside him as if he listened carefully.
Matthew ignored the wailing from the jar at his feet and speeded up his movements. (To be continued.)