The Record Of Barton's Fantastical Events

Chapter 86: Chapter 20 Bait

Translator: Doggotranslation

The new civil servant seemed to be more responsible than Wells, it just seemed. Because Zach was right, he could harvest the results of Wells’s nearly two weeks of work in just one day, so he must be careful not to let Wells’ mistakes fall on him.

The civil servant pulled Zach and asked about the progress of Wells’ work in detail. Zach had to use the hypnotizing eyes again to make him stop bothering him. The investigation has already come to an end, and the remaining funeral records are basically the tombs of people who have no power and connections decades ago. What can be wrong?

Asking Old Hank to take care of the civil servant, Zach called Alice and asked if she had discovered anything unusual in Wells these days. In fact, this was just an act of insurance, the banshee’s ability was not foresight, but a kind of psychic ability. It is different from ordinary psychics because it only focuses on the matter of ‘death’, which allows the banshee to ‘see’ much more accurately and clearly than ordinary psychics. This is the unique sense organ of the banshee.

Since it is a sense organ, there will be moments of being deceived. Papa Midnight, the creator of witchcraft, is a master in this respect, so Alice cannot ‘see’ the process of becoming a Dead Apostle. But Alice can still ‘see’ the death after becoming a Dead Apostle, because the Dead Apostle’s ‘suicide’ is obviously outside Papa Midnight’s control, and is no longer in the range of his blinding.

Alice carefully recalled the recent contact with Wells. Although they were all trivial things like sending coffee or snacks, if death was close to Wells, she should be able to perceive it.

Alice shook her head and pressed her lips, feeling a little guilty that she could not help much.

Zach patted the banshee on the shoulder comfortingly, “Is Wells won’t die a bad thing?”

Alice curled her lips, knowing that the vampire was teasing her on purpose, and turned to look for Louise.

After confirming that Alice hadn’t seen anything, Zach felt a little relieved, not because he cared about Wells’ life. I think it will be much easier to understand this way.

If Wells has become a Dead Apostle already, then Zach will solve him by himself without the Gale couple. It is not difficult for a vampire to find a Dead Apostle who already knows his identity in a city, it only takes two or three days. After all, this has entered the perception range of the death-heralding banshee.

But the banshee found nothing, which means that this guy is not a Dead Apostle, at least not now, Wells’ contact with the recruiter has not ended yet, the contract has not been completed, Zach can still use this bait to catch fish.

After leaving the Grande Funeral Home, Zach drove Benjamin’s truck directly to the cemetery to the west. Last time he tried to fight hunters alone, which caused the werewolf to feel that he was not involved, and ignore him for more than a week. So this time, the vampire didn’t want to make the same mistake again and decided to call Benjamin to go with him.

In the former cemetery, except that the North section of the Cemetery was well maintained because there were often prisons and hospitals sending people here, the other three sections were similar to the wilderness. Because of the funerals of Mrs. Quinn and Connor Hermann, the East Section was also almost finished cleaning last month. In anticipation of a lot of tomb relocation requests in the future, the Grande Funeral Home spent a lot of money this time, and the surrounding farmers were basically all hired to clean up the cemetery when they had time.

Zach saw Benjamin sitting in the cemetery and chatting with a group of farmers that were taking a break, called him, and explained the situation, and then the two drove to the Northern District.

With Benjamin driving, Zach naturally sat in the front passenger seat, but Benjamin seemed to have something on his mind today. The most direct sign was that he didn’t hit the radio.

“What happened?” Zach asked.

“Nothing.” Benjamin’s reply followed closely with Zach’s question, almost seamlessly.

Zach raised his eyebrows. Of the two brothers in the Grade family, the vampire would occasionally feel sentimental and need someone to bring his thoughts back from time to time. And the werewolf sometimes tried to hide too hard, making people unable to control themselves but expose him.

“What happened?” Zach continued to ask.

Benjamin frowned, tapped his thick fingers on the steering wheel, and thought for a while, “They said (farmers), during the last full moon, they saw a bear-like creature running on the road.”

Zach opened his mouth. He knew he should correct it. It was a wolf, just a wolf the size of a bear. But he also knew that it was not the time to care about this.

The werewolf glanced at the vampire: “What worries me is that I don’t remember anything.”

Both of them fell silent, and the truck went along Highway 27 into the Northern District and drove to the home of Wells.

When it was almost noon, the vampire looked at the wooden door in front of him and raised his hand to grope something above the door frame. Zach smiled at Benjamin behind him, found the key on the door frame, and opened the door to enter.

Wells’ home is not that special. It is an apartment that most people, who can’t afford their mortgage in Barton’s Northern District, will choose. For an apartment that is around 40 square meters like this, each floor of the building can fit seven or eight of them. Zach and Benjamin walked into the apartment and looked around. Wells was not home.

The trash bin was stuffed with bags of junk food and there were opened pizza boxes on a wooden table. What really matters is not Wells’ bad eating habits, because at least this habit hasn’t let the banshee ‘see’ that he will die in the hospital bed. What really matters is the scattered scratchcards on the table.

Zach picked up a two Dors scratchcard, which can be bought in any retail store. The scratchcard says ‘Congratulations! Five Dors!’ Zach raised his eyebrows and picked up another one, ‘Congratulations! Five Dors!’ He picked up another ‘Congratulations! Five Dors!’ Picked up another...

A total of thirty-two five-Dors winning scratchcards, if they were bought at the same time, it would be enough to make people believe some incredible things. Zach didn’t need to guess. Every day, he had used the hypnotizing eyes to let Wells report his life to him. Zach didn’t hear anything about Wells’ consecutive winning of scratch-offs. This can only mean that these winning scratch cards were bought by Wells after ‘off work’ last night.

So this should be the lure of Papa Midnight’s recruiter.

Benjamin pressed the answering machine. As expected, there was nothing, either it was erased, or Wells’ life was like a tragedy. Benjamin’s preferred answer was that it was the combination of the two.

There was a stack of sticky notes next to the phone. Benjamin picked up the sticky notes and looked at it under the light. There seemed to be uneven marks. He found a pencil, rubbed it gently, and Wells’s handwriting soon revealed the time and address.

The two frowned as they looked at the handwriting displayed on the sticky note.

“Isn’t this near the court?” Benjamin looked at the time, it’s almost up.

Zach thought for a while, still couldn’t come up with anything, so he said, “Let’s go and have a look.”

The two searched in the room for a while, and nothing was found except that Wells’s living habits were poor. The two then left the apartment, and Benjamin drove the truck in the direction of the court.

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