Is anyone curious where Madison is? Vertex 23S. Fastest update
At this moment, at this moment, Madison was waiting for a red light in front of an intersection in the North District heading towards Becky. It only lasts a few dozen seconds, but for those waiting, it is almost torture.
Madison deserves to be tortured. He is a guy with no sense of responsibility, a twisted heart, and full of evil towards the world. Well, why do I put myself down so much? You can judge for yourself.
An hour and a half ago, Madison was in the mill... Yes, this is the truth. When Zach was about to go to the mill to ask about the manuscript pages found at Pixar's house, Madison was in the mill. Boringly clearing up the compensation from Allen Funeral Home.
Remember what happened before when Allen suppressed the mill endlessly. In the later period, Allen had problems with his own funds, and he shamelessly proposed an agreement to sell the channel. Zach did not act, and Madison accepted it with humiliation. Remember.
At that time, didn't Allen also send a bunch of cremation equipment, urns and other things to the mill for Madison to purchase. Recently, these things are being bought back by Allen at a higher price than the original price.
This is how Allen Funeral Home compensates the mill.
Madison no longer cares about this kind of thing, guess? Allen made money from the previous high-end funerals of the Republic, yes, that weird funeral where people were crying one moment and the hotel was booked out the next. Allen is rich. Coupled with the changes that Allen himself experienced and the blessings of the vampires from the Sabbat, Allen Funeral knew that he was going to live in peace with the mill and began to do damage control.
The mill work reports during this period were almost all about how much money was paid back by the Allen Funeral Home. Haha, Madison knows very well that these things are for Zach to see. Allen probably hopes that Zach can see these, so Madison doesn't want to write such a work report
Why should it be a report that shows Zach that I work hard and diligently, and it should be an image for Allen's funeral
Therefore, one thing is true, the work reports these days are indeed written by Ryan.
But this is the only one that is true. When Zach first entered the South Side, Madison was at the Mill and had no plans to leave the Mill.
Until Madison's uncontrollable little ability broke out.
Zach comes to the mill. Zach found himself. Zach took out the manuscript. Zach talked to himself and recalled his lament for human medical treatment at that time. Zach offers a brighter vision for the future of human medicine. Zach expressed his displeasure with Madison for not exaggerating his admiration for the artificial heart. He emphasized that Zach disliked the heart-lung machine being too big. It seemed that Zach was not humane at all...
Zach, who never mentioned anything about mill work, asked, "Please explain why this thing appeared in Mr. Pickles' house. Before that, Mr. Pickles called me to ask if I was a vampire. And he seemed to be in some danger and calling for help.”
Just when Madison realized that he didn't want and couldn't answer any of Zach's questions, Madison came back to his senses. He was still doing the reckoning out of boredom, and Zach hadn't appeared in the mill yet.
"Ryan!" Madison started to act at that time, "I need you to do something for me!"
"Wage increase, boss, I need money." Ryan, who couldn't be a landlord, asked.
"Uh, okay! Listen! Right now! Zach will come to Grande to find me! I don't want to see him! I don't want him to find me either!"
"Whatever you need, my boss."
"Make him uncomfortable! Make him unable to wait any longer at the mill!"
"The boss has the final say."
"Very good! Then all other employees will be sent to work in the morgue to prevent Zach from asking questions!"
"Leave it to me, boss."
Madison set off. Perfectly staggered, Zach went to the North District. An hour before this moment, Madison went to the house of his friend, Ms. West.
It was at this time that Madison saw Ms. West at the door of her house, sending a skinny stranger out with a smile on her face.
It doesn't matter if your friends have other social circles, but Madison just cares about it. Like that kind of possessive pervert, he is jealous of his friends contacting anyone he doesn't know because it is very obvious that the skinny stranger He left with a stack of heavy manuscripts!
He suppressed the urge to directly push past the stranger who was leaving with the manuscript. Just like any pervert who would never show his distortion in front of outsiders, he rushed over to West after watching him leave, and roughly forced his way into West. With a twisted look on his face, "West! What did you do!!"
Meow~
"What are you doing? You're scaring Biscuit~ Come on, Biscuit~" West picked up his black cat and stroked it comfortingly, with a confused face that didn't know why Madison came back. "Why are you here today? Aren’t you busy at work?”
Meow~
By the time West had gone to the kitchen to prepare a hot drink for Madison, Madison had calmed down. I have to, the black cat is licking its paws.
"The stranger who left just now, was that my manuscript in his hand?" Madison asked.
"Yes." There was an indescribable feeling in Ms. West's tone. As if, as if... so what.
The black cat came out of the kitchen, and West, who was probably busy at work, couldn't look after it. The black cat swung its soft tail and looked at Madison. The plush three-petal lips that should fascinate many people seemed to have a slight curvature at the corners.
Madison frowned, "Well, West, I gave you those manuscripts to let you know something, no! I didn't let you post them everywhere..."
"What's wrong, you're scared." Mixed with the sound of moving cups, Ms. West still had that weird tone, "Let others know that you can 'write'..."
Writing something? It’s probably shorthand for writing things down and they will turn out to be true.
"West!" He lost his composure again, "How many times have I told you, I can't..."
Meow~ And, swipe, swipe, swipe.
Well, cat owners should know that it happens occasionally~ cats need to scratch at random things to wear off their nails that are too long. So if you find that the corners of your furniture and the floor are full of potholes, just look for that cute and harmless little creature.
Madison closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
"Now that we've reached this point, do you still want to deny it?" West came out with a cup of tea and handed it to Madison. His eyes had already moved away, "Biscuit~ Let's go see Wales today~"
Meow~
West looked back at Madison and said, "Lock the door for me." He really looked like he was about to go out.
"Uh, Will...*! It doesn't matter! West, who is that stranger? Human? Alien? How did he..."
"Why are you asking me? After all, he's the guy you wrote." West had already opened his handbag and let the black cat jump in. He glanced at Madison one last time and said, "Don't forget to lock the door for me. ." Really gone.
Madison spent half an hour drinking tea... how is that possible. After finding all the manuscripts he had given to West at West's house, or to be more specific, there were not many manuscripts left. Madison checked them roughly, and only the city staff Welsh'Death' was left. That part, and Madison deliberately guided West to write the part where Kate went to Allen Funeral Home.
Burn.
There is still half an hour left from this moment when we are waiting at the red light.
Madison left West's home. He had no idea about Ryan's progress in the mill. He hesitated and found a phone booth to call Ryan to inquire.
"Zach has been taken away by me, are you coming back?"
"I..." A thin hand held down Madison who was about to answer, and hung up the phone for Madison.
Madison turned around in surprise, seeing a face that was unfamiliar yet inexplicably familiar.
The other party seemed to have a complete concept of private space. He continued to take a step forward in the phone booth, closed the booth door with his backhand, and almost forced Madison to stop him in the phone booth. "Are you Madison?" After saying this, he also started to move. , directly lifted Madison's hat, and looked at the colorful hair that was pressed into curls by the hat. The stranger frowned, "Have you changed the future or are you still changing?"
In this small and oppressive space, Madison couldn't move her eyes too much. But he saw the manuscript in the other person's other hand. Madison remembered, wasn't this the guy who came out of West's house half an hour ago!
"Your ability is so useless." The stranger teased Madison's curly hair playfully, "I have a question. Can you tell whether you are predicting or in reality?"
Without any obligation to answer the guy's questions, Madison tried to push the rude guy away.
The push was to move out, but no one moved. The two grown men were still in this small space. Instead, Madison's pushing hand disappeared and disappeared into the body of the opponent in the direction of his push.
A tight, oppressive, and tingling feeling came from Madison's hand buried in someone else's body.
"I advise you to take your hands out." The stranger's face was expressionless. "Have you started to feel a little numb now? It's itchy. That's because your skin is becoming a part of me."
When it was pulled out, it was pink and smooth, as if it had been shaved and scalded with boiling water.
Madison began to twist her body and knock on the inner wall of the phone booth, "Help!! Is there anyone?! Anyone! Help!!"
Madison couldn't hear any outside movement except for the noise she made in this small space.
There was a sigh. As if feeling helpless, his thin hands pinched Madison's chin, keeping it away from him. There was a slit on the wrinkled forehead.
Madison watched in horror as the slit on the other person's forehead opened.
Red beads
The seam is closed. The skinny stranger pressed Madison as if he was tired, "Wait for me for a while."
Madison, he can't feel anything anymore, he is pressed in the space like a piece of wood. Does Barton have a guy with red beads on his head?
"Forget it." The stranger seemed to have recovered from the fatigue that Madison couldn't understand at all. The seam on his forehead had disappeared. He still held Madison and looked at him expressionlessly, "I can't understand why Zachary Torre He would have taken you in." He had just made a tasteless comment on Madison's ability, hadn't he, "But since he has taken you in." Looking at Madison's frozen expression of horror, "I won't hurt you. "
Should these words make Madison feel safe? The effect was a little bit. Madison stared at the other person's eyes and moved, at least they were no longer wooden.
"I just have a few questions to ask you." Red appeared again, this time from his normal eye position, "Answer me and I'll let you go."
Madison looked at those red eyes, "Is this the enchanting pupil? You, you are a vampire?! Just now, my hands, your body, you, you are Zmich!!"
"Tsk." The red eyes looked closer to Madison, feeling a little irritated, "I ask questions, you answer, not the other way around."
"But, but what about false memories?" Madison didn't know what she was thinking now, so she blurted out, "You, you didn't give me any reasonable reason to answer your question. The Charming Eye... is not what you use it like. !”
The stranger froze for a moment and let go of Madison. He withdrew the redness in his eyes, but still looked at Madison, as if thinking about something, "My words are false memories, you should remember 'answer my questions', that's enough, what else do you need..." Wrinkle He frowned and said, "Do you know how Toledo uses the Charming Eyes?"
Madison could no longer describe it as reasonable. He just nervously said the first thought in his mind, "I, I wrote it, in my manuscript!"
"Which volume."
"Volume 2! Two vertical bars..."
Madison was interrupted. Regardless of the small space, the stranger raised his hand and rummaged through the manuscript in his hand. After taking some time, he said, "I know Roman numerals." He probably found it, "A bunch of human teenagers were arguing in the locker room." A look of disgust.
"Uh, yes."
The stranger actually looked at it, but at his speed, which seemed to be word by word, it seemed that it would take a long time to see where Madison explained Toledo's method of using the Charming Eye...
"Give me a contact. You never left a real phone number in the story."
Madison didn't know how long it had been, but now her body was really numb and she reported the number with difficulty.
"The mill's office?" the stranger asked.
"yes… "
"No, it's from your apartment." The stranger said simply.
Madison called her number again.
The stranger nodded, moved behind his back, and the narrow space finally opened up, "I'll find you again, Madison."
"You are..." No words came out.
"Don't tell Zachary Toredo that I've been looking for you. This is a secret between the two of us. Keep it and you'll be safe."
"not possible for me… "
"Trust me? You don't need to. Just weigh it yourself. Goodbye."
The wizened stranger disappeared from Madison's sight.
Now. Madison is waiting at the red light, suffering slowly.