Records Of Barton's Fantastical Events Chapter 83 – Channel

Translator: Doggotranslation 

The new week has already begun, and Lola has not come back to the Grande Funeral Home on weekends because she was grounded for protective reasons. Alice had been busy making food for the charity sale for a week, and she was temporarily able to stop taking a break.

On Tuesday night, the moon that had begun to be filled with roundness was hanging to the east. Louise was lying on a hammock in the backyard of the Grande Funeral Home, covered with a thin blanket.

She didn't look at Zach on the side, and there was a thought in the corner of her slightly curved eyes, as if she herself was not sure whether she should ask the question she wanted to ask. “There's one… man in the basement, who is being chained.”

Zach opened his closed eyes, and the beautiful night seemed to end.

“You saw it?”

Louise frowned sensitively, and Zach's rhetorical question was of no practical significance except for delaying time to make excuses. This is a smart woman, she knows how to read a man's heart.

“Yes.” Louise's eyelashes moved, “In the afternoon, Old Hank asked me to sort out the newspapers this month. Then I saw it, his foot fell out, and I put it back for him. ”

With a smile on Zach's face, he looked at Louise, “Then I thank you for him.”

So that 'person' is still alive? Louise held back her thoughts and asked “Who is he?” She met Zach's gaze and asked lightly.

“What do you think?” Zach asked again, the same purpose as before, he hadn't thought of how to introduce Ian Anthony to Louise.

Louise's nose wrinkled slightly, and the disappointment on her face disappeared in no time. Her rosy lips moved, “I guess he is…”

“Zach!” James appeared on the back porch of the Grande Funeral Home, opened the door, and shouted at the two people on the hammock.

Zach smiled at Louise apologetically, got up from the hammock, and walked towards James.

James was not in good spirits. Four days have passed since the bus station warehouse was discovered last Friday. Investigations and public opinion were simultaneously oppressing the Barton Police Station. It was very rare for James to come to the Grande Funeral Home in person.

In the past few days, suicides in Barton City have increased dramatically, all with the same technique, the X-shaped wound from the chest to the heart, cruel and bloody. The number of suicides has so far exceeded 30. The definition of a cult has become more clear, and the pressure of public opinion facing the police has therefore increased.

According to the police, this was a 'demonstration' by the members of the cult due to the cult's stronghold being discovered by the police. In fact, the police got a list in the warehouse of the bus stop, and this list was passed on to the Gale couple by James, and the Gale couple then conducted the necessary 'persuasion'.

James was stuck in the gap he didn't want to fall into again. This list was theoretically able to help the police obtain important clues to the cult organization, but in reality, these people were under the control of Papa Midnight and it was impossible to reveal any useful information.

The police have now begun to act, trying to control these people who were still alive on the list, but the suicides were still going on. Even in front of the police, the Gale couple's way of “persuading” people has caused James to completely feel that the world he has been living for twenty years was so strange.

“Are you okay?” Zach looked at James somewhat relaxedly. This lovely Mr. Detective had helped him avoid some trouble.

“No.” James dropped his head and sat down in front of Zach's desk.

In the office, in front of the bookcase on the side, a box of materials was placed on the wooden desk. On the spread work notes were the investigation records of the civil servant Wells, and they were just spread out and discarded in the Grande Funeral Home. Recently, the work progress of the civil servant has become slower and slower, and his attitude has become less and less serious. Zach was very happy with this change. This meant that someone's mind was not at work at all.

James looked at the desk on the side, a little distracted. He still remembered that morning. He was sitting behind this table, and there were sandwiches and coffee that Alice prepared for Benjamin on it, instead of those files.

There were Louise and Benjamin, and he, who was still 'Jim Grande' at that time in the office.

At that time, he was still telling Louise righteously that when she encountered a problem, she should go to the police. Now someone called the police, but what did he do?

Pa!

James' hand suddenly slammed on the desk! An inexplicable curse suddenly erupted from the mouth of the son of the general who had received a good education.

Zach frowned, did not stop James's emotional explosion, stood up, pulled out a real wine bottle from the shelf, poured James a glass, and placed it in front of him.

“Feeling better now?” When James' cursing was over, Zach asked softly.

James' chest was undulating, and the custom-fitting shirt was stretched out of a flat shape due to the bulging of his muscles. Panting heavily, James glanced at the wine in front of him, drank it in one gulp, and Zach poured a glass again, his eyes signaled him to continue.

James frowned and pushed aside the wine glass.

Zach was very satisfied with James' self-discipline, “What are you angry about? You seem to have a lot of malice towards this world. ”

After venting, James began to calm his mood, he shook his head: “No, I'm just disappointed in myself! I know too little, and the things I can do are too little! I need to work harder! ”

“That's the spirit!” Zach raised his eyebrows. “Now, tell me about the results of the police investigation. You know I've been waiting for you.”

James's expression of excitement languished again. The result of the police investigation? What made him feel disappointed was that the police had no investigation results at all!

Let's take a look at the police investigation these days.

The sketch of the person escaping from the bus stop: Man, build. That's it. What can you expect a few teenagers to notice?

List of potential cult personnel found in the warehouse: This list was constantly shortening because they were constantly committing suicide!

The only place where the police could investigate was… the identification of dead bodies in the warehouse!

Those walking corpses that were abandoned after being used were nothing but tools-like artifacts in the eyes of Papa Midnight, but they have become the only things that the police could investigate. They hoped that they could find something from this.

Zach thought for a while, “So now the identities of most of the corpses have been obtained?”

James' expression changed to indifference, “They are all the people who died already. The police want to find the man who stole the bodies and gathered them in the warehouse.” James looked at Zach: “You will tell me that those corpses actually went there by themselves, right.”

During the investigation, the police found new lacerations on some bodies, and James naturally thought that it was Zach and Benjamin who did it. If it was really just a dead body, then these two people didn't need to attack.

Zach was amused, but still nodded: “Yes, they are walking dead that were being controlled.”

James shook his head and sighed helplessly, he guessed so. In other words, the police investigation was still a dead end. No one stole the corpses. The corpses could work themselves.

The vampire stopped smiling, looked at James who was depressed, thought for a while, and raised his eyebrows. He found out James' problem. In the detective's mind, phenomena beyond common sense have taken too much weight. There were too many things that could not be said or explained with common sense. These things impaired the rationality a detective should have.

“Your partner, Detective Coulson is investigating the identities of the bodies, isn't it?” Zach began to guide.

“Humph!” James answered coldly, “What's the point? He will never catch the person who 'stole' the bodies! ”

“But he can know where those corpses come from.” Zach looked at James, “Can't catch the thief, but he can find a channel for the stolen goods. Am I right?”

James glanced at Zach, frowned and thought, “The corpse channel? What do you mean?”

“Whether they were 'moved' to the warehouse, or they went to the warehouse by themselves-” Zach looked at James who started to think about it again, “Like any evidence, they don't appear out of thin air. Papa Midnight, or recruiters in the middle, they must know where to find the corpses. ”

James frowned more tightly, a little annoyed. They were at the funeral home, but Zach still asked the question 'where can to find the corpses' seriously. So James replied: “A place like this.”

“How about the results of Coulson's investigation.” Zach looked at James and continued to ask.

James took a deep breath, “We need to inform the relatives and friends of those people, and we need to open the grave to verify… What do you think?”

Zach could imagine a scene that was similar to the current situation in Ford's cemetery.

“Those corpses, which cemetery do they originally belong to?” .

“Not just one.” James shook his head and answered: “There are some from your cemetery in the Western District.”

“What do they have in common?” Zach asked.

“Common?” James glared at Zach: “Dead, this is what they have in common!”

“Detective Rance.” Zach shook his head: “None of them died very long. They are all the corpses from the past two years, and their limbs are still attached. I think that these corpses have undergone some strict selection.”

James looked at Zach in a daze.

“You already know that Benjamin and I had a fight with them. I don't want to boast, but to hold the two of us, the body of the walking corpse needs to be able to exert its full strength. ” Zach looked at James: “These corpses were carefully selected. They are strong and complete. Where can people get information about the status of the body? ”

Perhaps it is easier to understand in another way, where can there be detailed physical state information and a record of the time of death?

“Hospital.” James frowned and said.

Just like the work carried out by the civil servant Wells, all the information on the cemetery was in front of him, and he had to spend a lot of time investigating, just to find out the few people who would meet the conditions in the cemetery in the last decades and report it to the upper level. Then they would be compensated by the municipal government.

These few people are like those carefully selected walking corpses Zach said.

“This is the channel for bodies.” Zach summed it up.

Chapter end