Records Of Barton's Fantastical Events - Chapter 76

Chapter 76: Chapter 10 Overlook

Translator: Doggotranslation

The crescent moon was hanging slantingly in the sky in the west, the dead walking on the cemetery was like returning sea crabs. The soils rustled and returned, leaving no traces of being dug up behind. Everything that happened was erased under the silver moonlight.

Benjamin only wore a pair of loose shorts, and the shirt was used by him to wipe off the dirty marks on his body, and finally, it was rolled into a ball and discarded. There was a smile on the corner of the werewolf’s mouth. After all, it was a pleasant thing to see Papa Midnight leading Grande’s ‘eldest son’ around by the nose.

“You are gloating.” Zach looked at his ‘younger brother’ helplessly.

“Yes!” Benjamin admitted with a smile…

Papa Midnight, who has never shown up, seems to have forgotten the existence of the werewolf in this ‘conversation’. But, is this some kind of joke? I mean, werewolves were basically made by Papa Midnight to deal with vampires! What I am saying is what would I think if I kept a dog to watch the house and found that the fierce dog that was supposed to crash the robber’s throat was playing with the robber happily?

So, even I know that two people here had overlooked something! Encountering Papa Midnight when the vampire is digging up his own ‘descendant’? Coincidence? But since the person involved didn’t notice it, I’ll just keep my mouth shut. ‘Don’t be spoiled, that would be no fun.’—— Papa Midnight.

The sleepy Anthony was awakened by Zach, and the night was not long. The mayor still needed to work for the city of Barton. Zach took out the funeral record of “Ian Anthony” that the Grande Funeral Home once had, and then sent away the mayor who had countless things to say about the mummy in the trunk of the truck.

Before dawn, the mayor returned to where he was supposed to be, and Benjamin’s struck returned to the Grande Funeral Home. A new day, abandoning everything of last night, started again.

Ian Anthony was put in the basement, and Zach was not ready to wake him up now. Alice has been awakened by the Great Dane, preparing breakfast with sleepy eyes, and Benjamin was also going to catch up on some sleep.

In Grande’s office, the slight morning light has been shed on Old Hank’s arched back through the window. There was a desk lamp on the desk, and underneath it, Old Hank, who must have been working very late last night, was sleeping deeply, with a reminiscent smile on his face. These documents are all his past at the Grande Funeral Home.

Zach patted old Hank, sent him back to the room on the second floor to rest, then returned to the office, threw these old Hank’s past into the iron bucket, and burned them.

If what the vampire guessed was correct, that Wells would come again today with a search warrant, and to ‘retaliate against’ Grande Funeral Home, he would definitely not notify in advance…

Zach restacked some other materials on the side of the desk, gave up the thoughts of going to rest, had some ‘food’, and took advantage that the sunlight was not so glaring at the moment, and walked east along the road in front of the Grande Funeral Home. Old Hank sorted out the information for Zach, and Zach also fetched today’s newspaper for Old Hank. This is a simple work exchange.

On the small road in the early morning, on top of the wooden poles on both sides of the dirt road, the signboard of the Grande Funeral Home in mid-air reflected the sunlight of the early sun. The font on the signboard is still in the style popular ten years ago, complex and gorgeous, with some mottled ink revealing a trace of solemnity. Zach squinted, seemingly thinking of something. He opened the mailbox on the side of the road, it was still empty, so he decided to wait.

With the crisp bicycle bell from far to near, Zach walked out of the shade of the trees and watched the teenage boy, who had the green linen bag on the back seat of his bicycle, approaching from the distance.

There was still a bit of chill in the morning. The teenage boy was wearing heavy gloves, stopped the bike in front of Zach, took a look at Zach, hurriedly took off the gloves, took out a subscription list from the backpack behind, and searched for ‘Grande’.

“Barton Daily.” Zach kindly reminded: “There will be “Urban Legends” tomorrow.”

“Oh.” The teenage boy responded blankly, but he found Grande on the list before turning around and pulling out a newspaper.

Zach watched him getting off the bike clumsily, kicking over the package in the back seat accidentally. The teenage boy flushed in embarrassment and then chose to open the mailbox on the side of the road first, check it again, and then stuff the newspaper in. With a smile, Zach took out the newspaper directly in front of the teenage boy, put it under his armpit, and then help the teenage boy clean up the scattered newspapers: “Are you new to this?”

“Yes, sir.” The teenage boy was slightly nervous.

“What about the original postman, um–” Zach thought for a while, and Old Hank seemed to have mentioned his name, “Matthew, right? Was he transferred?”

“Oh, he resigned half a month ago.” The teenage boy relaxed a little and introduced himself: “I’m Nick.”

“Hehe, I’m Zach Grande.” Zach introduced himself with a smile, but he was a little surprised by Matthew’s resignation. This is a very stable job. It is not wise to give up such a job to the youths in the Barton Southern District who are generally less educated. Such a shift in attention caused Zach to overlook the time of resignation, “Why did Matthew resign?”

Nick’s eyes became nervous, and he hesitated for a while, but Zach seemed to be a very friendly guy, and it took some time to sort out the scattered newspapers, so he still answered this somewhat gossip question: “I heard, I just heard that when he delivered something, he damaged a lot of mail and was fired.”

Zach raised his eyebrows, feeling a little regretful. It turned out that his resignation was just a euphemism, “Maybe it was just an accident.”

“He said it was an-” Nick replied, raising both hands in front of him, bending his fingers, making a quotation mark, and rolling his eyes, “‘attack’, he said he was attacked by something.”

Zach asked curiously, “Attacked?” Maybe the next question will be…

“Who knows, maybe it’s just an excuse for not wanting to pay for the compensation,” Nick said indifferently, and then his face flushed, because the newspapers on the ground were stained with dirt, which was considered a kind of damaged mail. Nick yelled in panic. “Oh, no no no!”

Zach looked at this Nick sympathetically, comforting: “Don’t worry, people won’t care about this small problem.”

Does Zach want to give his clean newspaper? How is that possible! Zach is not a saint.

It’s so close! Anyway, please ignore my self-talk.

Watching Nick leave dejectedly, Zach stretched his body and went back to the Grande Funeral Home.

The hum of the car’s engine approached, and Zach slowly turned his head and glanced at the person in the vehicle. James Rance, with a sullen face and an appearance of lack of sleep, raised his chin to Zach, who was standing in front of the porch, and honked his horn as a greeting. Zach nodded back, waited for James to turn off the engine, got out of the car with a bunch of documents, and then both entered the Grande Funeral Home together.