The Record Of Barton's Fantastical Events Chapter 69

Chapter 69: Chapter 3 On the Road

Because Zach had inford in advance, Maddison was already waiting in front of the mill. The construction of the mill was completed a week ago, and the sign of ‘Grande Funeral Ho’ was also erected in front of the door. Maddison was a little nervous and introduced the real boss to the new employees here.

Zach waved his hand carelessly and followed Maddison into the basent. The tal cabinet against the wall was emitting a slight coldness. Maddison checked the information and opened a cabinet door.

“Chris Irwin, thirty-two years old, male…”

Maddison, who was reading the information, was interrupted by Benjamin and took over the information, “You can leave now.”

“Oh.” Maddison left silently, leaving two people in the basent.

The cabinet was completely pulled out, and Zach opened the white plastic bag to reveal the body inside. On the white frost covered the skin the black and red stitches on the body’s chest were very obvious.

Benjamin flipped through the information, and there was not much information recorded on it. After all, it was sent by the Barton Southern District Police Departnt, because this Chris had no family and could only be stored here temporarily.

“This wound is really ssy.” Zach tilted his head and stared at Chris’ left chest. Even after stitching, he could still see the uneven cut of the wound. It was really hard to imagine why he would use a knife to stab his own heart…

“It is normal to be ssy.” Benjamin did not find anything useful on the record, “The wound is not clean, it ans it is not homicide.”

Zach nodded, if it was a homicide, the wound would at least be smooth. He looked around, found gloves, scissors, and cut open the forensic suture.

“Hm…” Zach drew out his voice, and opened the body’s chest to show Benjamin, “What do you think?”

Jas’s description on the phone was not accurate. On the exposed heart, two slanted cuts ford a small X-shaped mark, which was the real fatal injury. The ventricles of the heart were punctured and the person was bleeding to death.

“Did he draw it himself?” Benjamin frowned and looked at Chris’s harmless face. He was even more confused. Why would this man want to draw an x on his heart? Benjamin was now considering the authenticity of ‘suicide’.

“No.” Zach sighed for no reason and shook his head: “He drew it himself.”

“You know sothing?” Benjamin looked at Zach’s expression: “Have you seen such a situation?”

“Unfortunately, I have seen it.” Zach closed the wound again, thought about it, got the needle and thread, and started to stitch the poor man again.

“This is a mark, an exclusive mark, which ans that this body and his soul belong to soone.” Zach had, uh, a touch of admiration on his face, “Also, this mark shouldn’t be cut open. This ans that the contract was ended and the exclusiveness was broken.” Zach leaned forward, facing Chris, who was covered in frost, with a heartfelt admiration: “You are a brave man, you are free, and may you go to heaven. But you committed suicide, so… Have a good ti in hell.”

Benjamin raised his eyebrows. He didn’t like the vampire’s ambiguous tone: “What are you talking about? The Crossroads demon? The contract with The Crossroads only charges the soul, I didn’t know that they are also interested in the body. Moreover, can the contract be broken in this way? I have never heard of this. And this is an X, not a cross. ”

“Well, Benjamin, you are still too young.” Zach smiled at Benjamin, and only Zach was qualified to say that about the werewolf: “This was not done by the Demon of the Crossroads, but by another ancient, uh, person. We call him ‘Papa Midnight’. ”

Benjamin’s face turned gloomy after Zach said the na.

Please understand Benjamin’s emotional changes. We already know that vampires can’t walk into the hos of people of Inan descent without invitations. This is because the forr aborigines repelled the invasion of colonists and cast a curse on these outsiders.

Of course, in addition to restricting the actions of vampires, the forr aborigines also implented other security asures. One of them is: Using the “Gangrel”, one of the vampire clans that have the ability to transform, to create the vampire’s natural enemy – werewolves.

Of course, all these incredible things should be attributed to an ‘ancient’ man, the ancestor of witchcraft. Like Zach said, please call him ‘Papa Midnight’.

For such a mysterious and magical thing, of course, I asked the vampire curiously.

“Why X? Does this mark have any special aning?” I asked.

The vampire thought for a while and asked : “If you put the cross of the Church of Holy Lord slantingly, and then announce the establishnt of a new church, what will happen?”

“I think I will be beaten up by the priest.”

“Mhm, that’s right. This is what the ‘Papa Midnight’ wants.” The vampire replied.

“Oh.” I thought for a while, and seed to understand sothing. I don’t know why, but I felt so sympathy for this ancient man. Perhaps it has sothing to do with the main faith of the Federation, or the Church of Holy Lord.

After saying goodbye to Madison, Benjamin’s truck returned to Highway 27, but the direction was not heading south back to the Grande Funeral Ho, but to continue north. When just entering the Northern District, they turned west and headed towards the [Passing].

Although it was still the workday, there were still many people in the residential area of Passing. Zach would not judge these people, because most of them were low-inco earners with unstable working hours.

There was no change from the last ti Zach visited during the night. The dilapidated mailbox, the crooked fence, and the dirty street.

Benjamin was a little surprised. Zach pushed open the fence of the Gale family’s house and rang the doorbell.

“They actually invited you in? !” The werewolf shook his head and also stood on the sowhat decaying porch.

Zach smiled naturally, and continued to ring the doorbell.

The ancestor of witchcraft would appear in the city of Barton, and the only possibility was that the couple summoned him. Except for them, no one in Barton had this ability. Zach had so guesses about the reason for the summon, but he was not very sure.

“Hey! You two!” On one side of the fence, a middle-aged man wearing loose overalls, lying on the fence, asked with caution: “Who are you looking for?”

“Coord.” Zach turned and smiled at the stranger. He was already paying attention to the movent in the house, but he didn’t hear anyone at ho.

“Oh, he’s not in.” The middle-aged man lowered his guard. Since the man could call out the house owner’s na, he should be soone familiar with the owner. He pushed open the fence next to Gale’s family’s house and took out the key. It was the neighbor who lived nearby. In such a community, neighbors must take care of each other. The middle-aged man waved to Zach: “They are often not at ho during this period, do you need anything from them? I can leave a ssage for you.”

“Thank you so much.” Zach exited the front porch and smiled at the middle-aged man, “Tell him that ‘Grande’ has been here. And we want to discuss sothing with him.”

“Grande! Grande of that funeral ho?” The middle-aged man nodded suddenly, then as if talking to himself, he muttered, “Poor Ryan, he really needs a new ho. By the way, you can go to the old cetery to see, maybe they will be there.”

Zach and Benjamin glanced at each other, and it seed that the thing about Ryan being dug up by soone was not a secret in this area. As a hunter, Revenge left too many traces behind.

After thanking the middle-aged neighbor, Zach and Benjamin got in the car again and drove out of Passing. Today’s itinerary was a bit boring. It seed to be always on the road. The next stop was the cetery that once belonged to [Ford Funeral Ho].

Zach rarely visited the other people that were also in the funeral business. Now when he ca to the cetery where Ford used to be at the junction of the north and the south of Barton, he was taken aback.

This was no longer what the cetery looked like. People in formal wear and work uniforms could be seen everywhere, and they were explaining and arguing with the crying citizens.

Zach now realized that it was not that Revenge and other hunters had left many traces behind, but that the city governnt had caused public outrage.

When the cetery was still under the jurisdiction of the municipal governnt, the governnt would renovate the cetery every few decades. So places would be planned for urban construction, and so places would be reserved as new ceteries. A person’s grave does not exist forever. In a cetery, there is usually a small plot of land, or a morial hall, densely packed with a large number of tombstones. This is the place where the real deceased live forever.

This is very common in other parts of the Federation, but in Barton, it never happened before. Because Barton is a new city, the city governnt didn’t need to take the dead people’s land.

The trial of the privatization of funeral business in the state of Massa this ti directly cut off the process of Barton’s slow adaptation to this phenonon. As a result, those who were born in Barton couldn’t accept the fact that the deceased would be disturbed, and they were arguing with the city governnt staff.

Zach could see that the area in the north of the cetery, where the criminals were usually buried, has been completely dug open, and the graves of those who don’t care are naturally the first to be destroyed. The construction line has isolated the land. No one knows what will be built there in the future. In the other areas of the cetery, there are also staff mbers holding the tal-detector-like instrunts seemingly detecting sothing.

“Don’t touch my grandma! You bandits! !”

Zach listened to the cry of a middle-aged woman next to him, and he subconsciously thought of the cetery of the Grande Funeral Ho in the Western District. Could it be the sa?

Zach shook his head with a bitter smile, thinking that it was impossible. Most of the people that were buried in the western cetery are the pioneers of Barton, and Anthony probably wouldn’t dare to touch that land there easily.

The two of them strolled around in the cetery, but they did not find the Gale couple. They then realized they had wasted their ti coming here.

“Where are we going now?” Benjamin put his hand on the steering wheel and did not start the truck, and asked Zach who was thinking.

“Go to Jas? He should know so clues.” Zach also was not sure, so he proposed.

“Okay.” Benjamin started the truck.

Zach’s uncertainty cos from not knowing where things are going. Papa Midnight, in Inan witchcraft, is like God the Father of the Church of Holy Lord. If the bizarre suicide of Barton is related to him, the vampire does not know how he, the Grande Funeral Ho, should face it.