The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

Chapter 242: Michelle

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Sharing will not be just one person, but taking turns. So when Kepler grabbed Laura and Alice seriously and asked, "Do you think he is in love with so-and-so?" Laura turned her head and rolled her eyes, and Alice just lowered her head. She felt This friend of a friend is getting a little suspicious. If you accidentally bump into it, you would like it.

But the arrow of sharing soon turned to put Alice in trouble. Kepler calmed down and looked at Alice curiously with lightly made-up eyes, "Alice, what's your secret?"

Kepler thought for a while, "You are an Indian, right? But your brothers are not like them."

Alice became nervous, Laura glared at Kepler, and Kepler curled his lips. There are differences between girls and young girls. For example, Kepler is obviously much more willful than Laura.

Kepler, who still wanted to ask, couldn't continue. There was a knock on the door, and Zach's voice came, "Can I come in?"

Without waiting for anyone to answer, Zach opened the door and looked at the three girls with a smile, "It's time to go back to school."

The lunch break at Rept High School is not long. Zach has given the three of them enough time to allow Alice to spend more time with Laura. I am afraid that the first experimental class is now over.

Kepler frowned. The girl's sensitivity had already made her realize that the Zach in front of her was the same kind of person as his father. He was a decent but aggressive guy.

"What is my father doing here?" Kepler got off the bed, but still asked in a girl's willful tone. She didn't ask Alice, obviously not thinking that the underage Alice knew this.

Zach smiled and winked, "He knows that the Yuri boy makes you unhappy, let us teach him a lesson."

Kepler blushed and glared at Zach angrily, "You eavesdropped on our conversation!"

It was just Laura looking at Zach. Don't know what to think.

Zach did not deny it and waved, still smiling, "I promised Smith that I would make sure you go back to school, let's go."

Laura and Alice said goodbye. When I was going out, I saw Benjamin also leaving the warehouse. He seemed to be preparing to go out with Zach, but Matthew hadn't come back yet.

"I'll come back after my extracurricular activities." Laura glanced at Alice and said the last thing.

Kepler seemed to still be thinking about Alice's secret and clamored for it, but Laura refused, "You should honestly participate in your cheerleading training!"

The two cars left the Grande House at the same time, and Kepler complained in the car that Grande's van would not really stop following them back to school!

Of course not. After entering the North District, the truck separated from Laura's car and drove towards Back Bay. Dylan, who was floating in the back seat of the van, had a gloomy face, because Zach still didn't say whether Michelle's name was on the list, but their destination was indeed Michelle's home.

"Don't you think this is childish!" Dylan floated behind the two of them, looking at a house getting closer and closer. "I will naturally know if she is on the list when she arrives!"

Zach tilted his head, as if it was a matter of course. "Then what do you have to worry about? You will know soon."

childish. Dylan stopped talking.

The residential area in Back Bay is very large. Unlike the low-income people in Paisin and the proletarian people where Walter lives, most of the people living here are middle class. Different areas in Back Bay are separated by small but compact commercial blocks and are divided into areas for different groups of people.

For example, Anthony's friends. Director Cologne's sister has children and needs a quiet environment, a spacious yard and an extra bedroom. There are also single working women like Michelle who have very small requirements for space. But it needs to be as close to the city as possible with convenient transportation.

So the three of them were actually at the eastern boundary of Back Bay. The house they saw was right on the street, with an independent driveway on one side and no yard. It also looks like a very typical structure with a bedroom on top and a living room on the bottom.

Smith treats his subordinates well. Michelle, whom Dylan knew from his mouth, is not yet thirty years old. It is obvious that the salary is not high to be able to afford such a house.

After knocking on the door, the three of them waited outside. Maybe he got Smith's assurance that no more accidents would happen. Dylan didn't say anything to them coming directly to find someone like this, but looking at his face, he still felt a little uncomfortable.

The door opened, and a woman with glasses appeared behind the door, "Who are you looking for?" There were obvious tears on her face, her nose was twitching, and when she looked at the unfamiliar Zach and Benjamin, she unconsciously touched the corners of her eyes with her fingers. Then wipe away the overflowing tears.

"Michelle, right?" Zach smiled and looked at the woman in front of him. She looked very ordinary. She wore a black professional skirt and a white women's shirt. There was no makeup and nails on her fingers that ordinary women of this age would have. They were simple. Trim flush.

"Well, yes." Michelle seemed a little confused that the other party would know her name, "Sorry." She rearranged her appearance, "What's the matter?"

"Let's go in and talk." Michelle's eyes were already filled with red. Dylan watched in surprise as Michelle nodded, opened the door and invited two strangers into his home who didn't even introduce themselves!

"What did you do?!" Dylan shouted in the air, but of course no one paid attention to him.

Michelle's home is similar to what she imagined. The decoration and layout are very simple. Most of the photo frames placed next to the table and sofa are photos of her family. However, there were some photos that were turned upside down on the table. Zach flipped them up casually. Not surprisingly, they were photos of Dylan and Michelle.

Seeing the stranger touching her things, Michelle shook her head and doubts appeared on her brows, "I'm sorry. Who are you?"

Zach smiled and continued to look around and touch around Michelle's house. Although it was rude, it was elegant enough. Zach reached out and handed over a list, "Smith gave it to me."

Michelle's expression changed, she seemed frightened, and her first reaction was to look at the decorative fireplace.

Zach smiled and took the nervous Michelle's hand and put the list into her palm. The woman's body was already shaking, she shook her head rapidly and begged softly, "No, don't..."

They are all smart people.

But Zach just smiled and motioned for the other person to open it, "Don't worry, you're safe."

Dylan breathed a sigh of relief, and Benjamin had already stood behind the decorative fireplace, carefully removing the bricks embedded in the wall, revealing boxes of audio tapes.

Michelle's name was not on the list. No matter who it was, when targeting Smith in this way, they also cleverly protected this woman who had direct access to the core.

Benjamin pushed the removed bricks back into place and said in admiration, "It's very private. No one would think they could see it as soon as they entered the door." For example, Dylan, under the bed, hey, just like a high school student.

Zach's smile was comforting and calm, but Michelle's body was still trembling, and she didn't dare to make any resistance until she didn't know what the other person was going to do. The list could only be opened at Zach's signal, and Michelle's mood changed again.

The woman covered her mouth. There were more than a dozen names on the list, and the ones at the top were the missing security guard Ted, the victim of the first accident, and Dylan.

"You're safe." Zach had to emphasize again.

Because this woman's thinking had obviously gone astray, and she backed away in horror, with an expression that said don't kill me.

No wonder she, Zach pouted, "Calm down, we won't do anything to you." The vampire sat down on the sofa and casually looked at the note placed on the coffee table, which turned out to be a eulogy. 'He is the kindest man I have ever seen, with a heart like gold...' Zach looked at Dylan who was floating in the air and looked at Michelle intoxicated, and shook his head. This is a sad story.

"There's nothing to hide, Michelle." Zach leaned back and looked at the still nervous and overwhelmed woman, "We are indeed people hired by Smith, but we also promised someone that we would protect you. safety."

Michelle held the list tightly in her hands and breathed deeply as she tried to let her brain digest the current situation.

"That list was given by Smith, the names of all the people he knew who had been threatened and recorded." Zach picked up a cup of tea on the coffee table, smelled it, and raised his eyebrows, "You are not on it. So you can rest assured. But we still found you, who do you think asked us to protect you? "

The vampire is helping this confused woman sort things out.

"Dylan!" Michelle blurted out, but her eyes immediately dimmed and she looked at Benjamin, "You, you are the Grande who came to investigate last night!"

Benjamin nodded, sat next to Zach, watched Zach put down the tea cup, raised his eyebrows, and motioned to Zach with a hint of 'right' in his eyes.

Zach was too lazy to care about this. He pointed towards the opposite side and looked at Michelle, "Can you sit down? We need to talk."

Dylan was already hovering in the air, and he had noticed Benjamin and Zach's little moves. Cyan light and shadow rolled and flickered in his body. Dylan stared at the teacup and shouted loudly, "What's in the tea?! She said she quit! She'll never touch it again!"

Zach waved his hand impatiently. The undead didn't seem to understand the current situation. The most vulnerable moment for human beings is when they lose a loved one. Then no matter what Michelle adds to the tea cup, it can be 'forgivable'. There was a very willful excuse in this, and she was sad.

The sad woman slowly sat down and picked up the teacup. Her hands were still shaking, and the bottom of the ceramic teacup hit the tray. She seemed to be talking to herself, murmuring and repeating, "Dylan, Dylan asked you to protect him. protect me… "

Benjamin took the tea cup that Michelle brought to his mouth, put it back on the table, and reminded him lightly, "The guests don't have tea yet." (...)