Records Of Barton's Fantastical Events Chapter 75 – The Walking Dead

Translator: Doggotranslation  Editor: Doggotranslation

Anthony didn't know what mood he should use to face this elder brother who had been 'dead' for 13 years, but when Zach and Benjamin casually threw the 'mummy' into the trunk of the truck, and when Anthony heard the bones cracking sound, his heart twisted in pain.

“Slow down! Be gentle!” Anthony glared and shouted at Zach who casually shoved dry Ian's legs in.

The vampire glanced at him, closed the trunk, and pressed one hand on the back of Anthony's neck. Mr. Mayor let out a short grunt and lost consciousness.

Zach hugged Anthony's body, Benjamin opened the door of the back seat, Zach was much softer this time, after all, Anthony did not have the ability to heal himself, Zach put him in the back seat upright.

The two moved their limbs, looking at the crescent moon in the middle of the night sky, doing a simple warm-up.

Someone's appearance is always very dramatic. Now that they are in a cemetery, such a stage means that there must be something 'strange' to warm up a guy whose name echoes the present environment.

Light rustling noises sounded in the cemetery, the dark ground slowly turned over, the white tombstone glowed with silver brilliance in the night, and amidst the scratching sound, a half-corrupted palm broke through the ground, and placed on the cold tombstone.

Zach stepped on the protruding arm to break it, and the crisp sound like dry branches breaking off opened the curtain for the next event.

In horror movies, there will always be such a scene. The corpses in the tomb came out from the ground and came back to the world. They returned to the streets with creepy noises and sluggish movement, occupying the homes of ordinary people, using blood and violence to make the audience sitting in front of the screen eating popcorn scream…

But in reality, the werewolf took off his clothes to prevent his clothes from getting the rancid smell. The black and brown fluffy hair covered his whole body. With a big palm moving back and forth the 'dead' who had been corrupted in the ground for a long time, like a rag bag, drew a gray parabola in the night sky.

The vampire was much more elegant. The white shirt sleeves were carefully rolled up to the elbows, the skin exposed to the moonlight reflected a faint halo. The two index fingers were like a conductor, gently tapping on the “walking dead” on the back of their necks, then the deceased returned to the deceased with a soft click.

This scene lasted about ten minutes.

“You are no fun.” A hoarse voice sounded in the cemetery.

The movement of the walking corpses stopped, and the broken heads turned neatly to the fluffy Alpha and the vampire. 'Watching' and 'making a sound' did not seem to be an easy task for these 'creatures'. The walking corpse in front of Zach broke its jaw and dropped on the soil halfway through the sentence.

The vampire tilted his head and looked at the walking corpse whose neck had been turned nearly 180 degrees in front of him. In the sunken eye sockets, there were no eyeballs at all, and he didn't know what 'he' was looking at.

Zach stretched out his fingers empathetically and turned the head of the corpse in front of him to face the front: “Because it's not funny, Papa Midnight.”

“Of course not!”

The walking corpse in front of Zach moved his upper jaw abruptly, without a chin, it really couldn't act as Papa Midnight's 'microphone'. Zach moved his feet, looking for a guy that still had a vocal organ. The walking corpses standing in various strange positions in the cemetery twisted their stiff necks, following Zach's movement. Several poor guys lost their heads because of this.

“I hate the present cemetery!” The walking corpses with chins opened and closed their chins to convey exactly what Papa Midnight wanted to express.

“Old! Corrupted! Everyone is in tatters! Unusable!”

Zach stood in front of a 'girl' who seemed to be only ten years old, holding a fluffy teddy in her hand, which should be her favorite toy when she was still alive. But now Teddy is as broken and corrupt as she is.

“If I found out who proposed the cremation!” The body of the 'girl' is fairly complete. She can reproduce all the emotions and gestures of Papa Midnight, so this little walking corpse held up her hands, and her dirty and withered face was full of anger: “I must let him beg for death!”

Zach carefully helped the 'girl' to adjust the torn skirt, “Count me in.”

Zach hates cremation, needless to say. Now we know that Papa Midnight, who likes to challenge the Holy Lord that the federation believes, likes to watch people 'perform' under the rules he set and likes to make dramatic appearances, seems to hate 'cremation' as well. Why? Because fire will burn the only connection between the body and the soul! Just take a look at what was currently happening! If there is no cremation, the vampire and the werewolf should be submerged in the walking dead!

“Mhm.” The 'girl' put down her raised hand, tilted her face, and looked at Zach with lifeless eyes: “I like you, Toreador.”

“It's my honor.” Zach nodded, raised the corners of his mouth, but stopped talking. If he asked questions first, he would lose.

“Do you have any questions you want to ask me?” The 'girl' tilted her head and acted faithfully as Papa Midnight's tool.

“I don't…” Zach raised his eyebrows. “Do you have one?”

“I don't like you!” The 'girl' threw away the Teddy in her hand, just like a real ten-year-old girl, except for her rotting body!

Zach frowned. This way of communicating is really confusing. He turned around and looked for a new dialogue partner. The heads of the walking corpses turned again, following the vampire.

“It's okay, I don't like you either.” Zach said as he walked, “You broke into my city without my permission.” Zach stopped in front of a man in a black suit and said to his sunken eye socket.

“'Broke'?” The man's jaw opened and closed, and there was a harsh sound of bone friction: “I just responded to my believer's call! I love my believers!”

You see, even without asking, Zach successfully led the topic in the direction he wanted.

“Haven't you heard?” Zach curled his eyes: “Your believers are committing suicide. X mark is engraved on their hearts. You say you love them, but they seem to hate you.”

“No!” The 'man' seemed to wave his arms, but the empty sleeves only shook twice. Not far away, one arm hung on the tombstone cramped and successfully threw itself to the ground, “They are not my believers! they…”

Zach looked at the “man” who had torn the skin of his forehead because of the frowning motion and shook his head slightly, looking for the next conversation partner.

“They are inferior opportunists!” Zach stood in front of a woman. Her intact limbs waving 'agitatedly', “I paid their salary in advance, but they didn't go to work! I hate such opportunists! They deserve to be tortured by Satan in hell! Hahaha!”

“If your recruiters are smarter, maybe that won't be the case.” Zach looked at the woman with a smile, and chuckled cooperatively.

“Huh? You are right! That…” The hoarse voice of the walking corpses stopped abruptly, and only the night wind blew across the cemetery with a fresh rotten smell.

Zach's smiling face was a little stiff.

“Hahaha! Do you think I will tell you his name? ” The 'woman' raised her head and laughed, all the walking corpses raised their heads and laughed. This scene is not pleasing to the eye, believe me.

Zach sighed helplessly, but immediately became happy again: “He? So there is only one person? I think I still got something. It was not a complete failure.”

The laughter of the walking corpses stopped abruptly, and all the heads turned to the smiling vampire in the clicking sound!

“I can find another one!” The “woman” waved her arms, but with too much strength, then there were two more twitching arms on the ground. Zach pouted his lips and walked to the next target.

“No, you won't.” Zach smiled and stood in front of a corpse whose gender could no longer be distinguished. 'It' was neatly piled up, and the twitching mass proved that it was still eligible to be used by Papa Midnight.

Zach lowered his head, smiled, and looked down at the pile, “Your true believer, Spell Gale, will not give your anymore opportunity to exploit the loophole. Do you want to show up in the crowd and look for one yourself?”

The walking corpses were silent. After a while, the creepy rustling sound appeared again, but Papa Midnight's tone changed, “Hehe, of course not, why should I waste my precious time in Massa.”

Remember, Massa State is the place where the federal government promotes the privatization of the funeral business. Cremation and burial, what do you think the bosses of the funeral business will choose?

Zach thought for a while, then nodded. “So this time is just for pure entertainment?”

“You are right.”

Zach needed to know Papa Midnight's emotions, so he abandoned the 'pile', and walked towards another 'woman' with complete facial muscles, “So I don't have to worry that you will have other influences on my city, right?” Zach looked at the “woman” in front of him.

“What! You said you have no questions to ask me!” The 'woman' showed a surprised look on her face.

Zach snorted, “Then I will take back this question.”

“No!” The 'woman”s face became anxious, “Don't take it back, I will answer you! Yes Yes! So do not worry. I just like the 'show' I see now!”

“Then do I need to ask 'what kind of show'?” Zach tilted his head, pretending to be enquiring.

“Ask! Please ask!” The “woman” stretched out her hands and looked at Zach longingly.

“Okay, what kind of show is it?” Zach satisfied Papa Midnight's sick mentality.

“Good question!” The 'woman' was almost dancing, “I don't know where to start! How about starting with Chris Irwin! (Suicide in Barton South, Chapter 3) He is such a good boy! A thirty-two-year-old virgin! Do you believe it? Haha! His greatest wish is to have a girlfriend! What a wish! I can't refuse it! …”

In the midnight moonlight, Zach listened to the surrounding corpses telling the story of every suicide, their deal with Papa Midnight, they got what they wanted, then they found that they had to complete the work that violated their souls for Papa Midnight, and in the end, after a fierce mind struggle, they chose death.

Zach's face gradually darkened. Do you think it's Zach's conscience tired of hearing such stories? No, Zach's gloomy expression was because every story Papa Midnight's story has been recorded on the record of the Barton Police Department! But what Zach wanted to know was the question marks drawn on the paper in James' loft. However, Papa Midnight is like a sealed jar, not showing any gap!

All this is because he is playing with the vampire.

“Don't be spoiled.” Hundreds of walking corpses crawled or walked in front of Zach, facing the vampire with sunken eye sockets, “That would be no fun, don't you think so? Toreador.”

Zach rolled down the sleeves on his elbows, and bowed to all kinds of strange bodies like an actor: “Appreciate it, Midnight.”

Perhaps before, Zach only wanted James and the Gale couple to solve their own problem, and he only needed to guide them on the side. But now, Zach seemed to have decided to enter this 'show' himself.

Chapter end