Vol 3 Chapter 1: Spella and two guys

Pais Yingzhong had some miraculous changes-the streets started to become clean, and public facilities were also repaired by the city government management staff, and the people here, not just the residents here, began to have a variety of A group of people came over ... to see the house. Bayi Chinese Network W = W≈W≤. 81ZW. COM
Who can think of it, a carnival has brought Paisin back to life.
Among these housekeepers, there are men and women who seem to be newly married—
"I like it here ~ If we buy a house here, we can save a lot of money and make a university fund for our future children ..."
"What future child."
"Hate ~"
There are already middle-aged couples-
"At least we don't have to worry about murder, or nobody calls the police."
"Hey, I don't know. I really think moving is not a good idea."
"Then you think it was a good idea to be killed in your own home? We are a native of the Federation. Believe me, if we are killed, the police will not control us. As long as we live in the southeast, our lives, they Don't care. Ok, I won't ask you any more advice. Your 'not a good idea' has already let us miss a chance in the Republican house buying craze. This time, I will not miss it! I have decided. "
There are old men and women who are already old
"Is it an illusion or is it true, Barton's air seems to smell better."
"Probably true. Barton is not like our Newton, there are so many factories. The largest Herman also exploded ..."
"Hush-I think someone just glared at us!"
Not everyone is in pairs.
such as……
Not as good as-
"Drake?" Spella just drove by, saw the crowd of people visiting the crowd, and rolled down the window.
"Mrs. Wind!" Derek seemed a little surprised, and ran out with a roll of property brochure in his hand.
When Spella waved her hand, "Sperla is just fine." After stopping the car, she glanced at the house that was opening for a visit, and then looked at Drake, who was coming. "You are here, looking at the house? In Barton?"
"Uh ..." Derek looked back at the house, and the competition was actually fierce. So the cost of lying is too high. Derek is actually anxious to talk to the real estate agent, "Well, yes."
"Oh!" Spella raised her eyebrows, don't guess what the wizard was thinking, it wouldn't be a good thing anyway, "Do you like this house?"
"It's okay." Derek didn't think about it, and supported Siberia's car, "The space is large enough, and the environment is okay, that is, the yard probably needs to be repaired, but a few days, it should be able to be done Now. "
So I have already planned the trimming plan after I bought it. Spella raised her eyebrows and asked, "Why are you going to buy a house in Barton? What about your brother? En, Zah, Zac, Zac What's coming? Oh! The newspaper also reported these two days! The master of the Grand Funeral Home, Zachary Grand! Right? "
"Uh ... yes, Zachary Grande." Drake looked sideways, as if he didn't want to go into this topic.
Spira is obviously playing a very good friend.
Yes, I used the word "friend". Why is the life experience so real? Remember how Derrick came to Barton for the first time. With the goodwill that Siberia once provided Derrick with a place to live, she was called a friend of Derrick. Too. When going out, friends like this, one more than one less. Especially in the case of Derek, it is not accurate to go out, he is starting to live in a new place. Housekeeping, isn't it?
And the benefits of friends are immediately manifested. The discerning Sibera no longer asks about the topic of "brothers", "If you like this house, I can give you a 20% discount, friendship price, hehe. "
Drake froze for a moment, blinking, "You give me a discount?"
"Yeah ~ This is my house ~" Spella smiled. "Okay, huh, huh. It's mine. Do you remember when you last came, I held a small gathering of Indians at home? Hehe , We bought most of Paisin's real estate ~ "
Spella could naturally say this in a proud tone. However, what we should understand is, no, it is the thing that has been understood-what is the purpose of the assembly of the Indians, in order to prevent aliens, so it is not a surprise that Sibella had bought a lot of real estate in Paisin , Ogil Street, the laboratory that originally belonged to Boyson, is now a youth activity center in the gathering place of Nofil, the house where the wizards of Maisna lives now ... that is, the entire Paisin was bought by the Indians , Not worth being surprised.
but.
"Remember." Drake recalled, to be honest, the things he remembered were mainly Steve Walker-after all, he didn't really participate in the meeting of Spira, he was still trying to find Grande at the time. Remember, the time is really long (xIV, 5).
The businessman who bought and sold identities, Steve Walker, was Zac ’s gray professional colleague at the time, but also knew the real reason for the interracial and Siberian Inan gathering, disdain to participate, and unintentionally exposed himself to know Gran The man of Germany, and became the guide for Drake to find the Grand Funeral Home.
Thinking of this, Derek's pupil contracted once. He bowed his head quickly, as if at random, "Well, I remembered that I never thanked Mr. Walker who helped me find the Grand Funeral Home. You, uh, do you have an address?
Spella kept a smile, and after an insignificant pause, "Of course there is, you either now."
"Yes." Drake pursed his lips, already waiting for the address.
Spella was also really unambiguous, just found a pen and paper in the car, and quickly wrote the address and contact information of the identity businessman, and handed it to Drake, still smiling, "So, you accept me Price of friendship? "
Almost forgot, Derek clasped the address in his hand and finally smiled a little, "Thank you, I really don't know how to thank you. You helped me a lot."
"No need to thank you." Spella waved her hand. "Who can 'pick up' a buddy like you for thousands of miles on the road ~ Ha ha, I feel that the soap opera I watched has come true ~ Little supporting role ~ The good one ~ "
Need to remind the front row that you may see many, many recently, this kind of Patton people and interracial people we know, call themselves "characters"-because Madison is pursing the buttocks, a little too hard . This is a group of Pattons and aliens who laugh at Madison.
Despite the many thoughts in Derek ’s mind now, he was still amused by some wonderful joke from Sibella, "Oh, thank you. When everything settles down, I will definitely go to your side to thank you."
Spella was already gesturing towards the real estate agent in the house, still smiling, "I'll wait." Then I moved the car again, "I won't bother you anymore." the way. Spella just passed by, right, she still had a place to go.
Derek nodded and stepped away from the roadside, and the real estate agent had come by himself. Everyone is not idle. After confirming this transaction, he will take the rest with him and continue to visit other houses.
No one would care about Derrick's process of obtaining his new home in Barton. After a while, this guy can't visit Steve Walker who just got the address. Okay, let's go and follow Silbera.
Tell everyone a ridiculous thing, just stopped on the road for a long time just to talk to Drake in the car, not only Silbera alone. James is there.
It wasn't until the car turned the intersection that James hummed out of the gap in the back seat. He looked like a pig liver red and gasped in the back seat-the relationship between the seasons, the bloated dress caused the narrow space. Mobility. James was held back.
"Huh! This guy is actually going to stay in Button!"
Spira glanced at James from the rearview mirror, with a little doubt, "Do you know him?"
Let's arrange the people whom Drake knows in Barton. Needless to say, Spira and Steve are directing Drake to Grande's "benefactor", but it really brings Drake to Georgia Who is Rand? Yes, it is James Lance.
Do you have a little impression? It ’s a misunderstanding, based on James ’daily viciousness towards Grande and aliens, and a small accident: Drake, who got lost in the Southern District, was used by James as the evil in search of Barton ’s aliens The source, Grande, was sent to Grande by James.
After being reminded, I remembered for a moment how Zach told Drake, the brother, how detective James Lance ’s inexplicable behavior was. Yes, Zac said that Grande is an informant of the police station, and that a citizen contributes the most to this society.
What a wonderful grand funeral home.
But now, Drake already knows that Grand is not good, right. Zac told him personally, the original words-‘clean up people. We did n’t commit crimes, at most it was illegal and obstructed judicial justice. We just dealt with others after others committed crimes ... ’
Then, James Lance, this Mr. Grand detective who is so nervous, huh, ‘true criminal’, what is it?
Say it out loud-the co-conspirator police. In this society, the most extreme scum.
Zac did not give Derek any response gaps, those alcohols, those emotions and reasons that sounded troubling, oh, ‘the really lucky son in Grande’. God, until he left Kozil, his head was muddled.
But the effect of alcohol will disappear, this is the role of the kidney, and people will become sane, this is the role of the brain. Then ~ Drake doesn't need to know the address of James to find this scum, right?
Barton Police Department, Drake remembered very clearly what James had called when he pressed himself against the hood.
There is no need to analyze the clues behind the incident now. Go back to the present.
With a little doubt, Spira "Do you know him?"
"do not know!"
In the rear-view mirror, James ’s determined expression made Sibera embarrassed to ask, and said his words without a word,
I do n’t know what ’s going on with you, but I can answer it by just saying
I ’ve seen it in Grande
. "Shook his head." Such a negative, forget it. Too lazy to care about you and Zac. "
"It's not about me and Zac ..." James 'mouth couldn't keep up with his brain. "! There is no such thing as' me and Zac !!!! I am me! He is him! Don't Tell me and him together !! "
"Well, what are we doing now?" Spira did not hide her sarcasm.
Do you want to remind me? As we have seen before, James is actively acting in contact with the wizard when someone is in Barton at the Feast. It is foolish behavior.
See where James is now. In the back seat of the Spira car, this guy is stupid again?
Yes, no.
"You can drop me off at Weiss' house! Go to Grande yourself!"
"I have a better idea. Wess picks up at Wes's house. Let's go to Grande together and ask Grande to help."
Spella is just a tool, a tool that James found in order to achieve a certain purpose, ‘please help Grande’ above.
"No! Go for yourself!" James insisted and moved, as if preparing to continue hiding under the seat. Ah, sorry, I forgot to say that James didn't hide because of Drake. What he evaded was a wider group-aliens, aliens of Barton, those aliens living by ordinary people.
I know that this story has shown you many of Barton ’s aliens, but not all. Even those Baton aliens we know, ghouls, purgatory gatekeepers, inheritors, murlocs ... the impression of James is at most that the vampire found for himself, bored funeral life, played a citizen Game, well, playmates to play with.
While playing time, occasionally do something for the aliens and do something for Button. No one has an opinion on this.
Until, Madison began to sassaft.
So, all the aliens know, James hates aliens. The kind in the depths of the soul, regardless of Zac ’s various fancy educations, still holds the kind of malice and prejudice against the aliens.
Do you know how it feels to be remembered by a thief, James feels now.
"Remember." Spella looked into the rearview mirror and the seat of James Sound and Shadow had disappeared. "I'm not obliged to help you, let alone the magic feast."
The voice floating under the back seat, "Then help Barton! If republican immigrants continue to be murdered like this! Demon! Angel! Heart-reader! Vampire! Witcher! All kinds of aliens! One by one, no murderer behind these murders! Do you think this city is still safe! Outside humans can't protect it! Why do you make those outsiders think Patton is safe! "
Spira pursed her lips, remained silent for a while, sighed, and drove the steering wheel to the end, turning, "I should go get John."
James in the back seat seemed to have no opinion except for the few cries that accompanied the collision.
Oh yeah, you probably take it for granted that if you ask Grande for help, you ’re looking for Zac. But, no, it ’s a tool by Spella ... Now I ’m going to add a John, and I can ask, Alice, It is a mourning banshee.