Does anyone wonder where Madison is?

At this moment, this moment, Madison waited for a red light in front of a certain intersection in the North District towards Betsy. It's only a few tens of seconds, but for those waiting, it's almost a torment.

Also deserving of Madison's torment, he is a guy with no sense of responsibility, distorted heart, and full of evil to the world. Uh, why should I belittle myself, let's judge for yourself.

An hour and a half ago, Madison was in the mill ... yes, this is the truth. When Zac was going to the mill to ask for the pages of the manuscripts and papers found at Pixar's house, Madison was at the mill. Boring liquidation of the compensation that Alan Funeral returned there.

Remember the fact that Allen was suppressing the mill indefinitely. In the later period, Allen's own funds were in trouble, and he actually put on an agreement to sell channels shamelessly. Zac did not do it. Madison swallowed it with patience, don't forget it.

Wasn't Allen still sending a bunch of cremation utensils, ashes, and other things to the mill for Madison to buy? Recently, these things are being bought back by Allen at a price higher than the original price.

This is what Alan Funeral compensates for the mill.

Madison has not cared about this kind of thing, guess? The high-end funerals of the Republicans before, yes, that wonderful funeral that cried to the earth at the moment, and the hotel ’s charter at the moment, made Allen make a profit. Allen is rich. Coupled with the changes Alan himself experienced and the blessings of the vampires at the Demon Feast, Alan Funeral knew that he was going to be at peace with the mill and began to do damage control.

The mill work report during this period was almost all about how much money was paid back by Alan ’s funeral home. Oh, Madison is very clear that these things are made for Zach, Alan estimated that Zac can expect to see these, so, Madison does not want to write such a work report-

What should be the report showing Zach's hard work and diligence to give Alan's funeral an image?

So, one thing is true, and indeed the work reports of these days have all been written by Ryan.

But only this one is true. When Zack first entered the Southern District, Madison was at the mill and had no intention of leaving the mill.

It was until Madison's uncontrollable little ability broke out.

Zac came to the mill. Zac found himself. Zac took out the manuscript. Zac's self-reported memories recalled his sigh for human medical treatment. Zac made a better outlook on the future of human medical care. Zac expressed that he did not give Madison much praise for his artificial heart. He stressed too much that Zac disliked the heart-lung machine being too big. It seemed that Zac was not humanized at all ...

Zach, who did n’t mention the mill work from beginning to end, asked, “Please explain why this thing appears in Mr. Pixar ’s house. Before that, Mr. Pixar ’s call to me asked me if I was a vampire And what danger he seems to have encountered is calling for help. "

At the moment when Madison discovered that he did not want and could not answer any questions from Zach, Madison revived. He was still bored in liquidation, Zac had not yet appeared in the mill.

"Ryan!" Madison at the time began to act, "I need you to do something for me!"

"Wage raise boss, I need money." Ryan, who can't be the landlord, asked so.

"Uh, good! Listen! Immediately! Zac will come to Grande to find me! I don't want to see him! I don't want him to find me!"

"What do you need, my boss."

"Make him uncomfortable! Make him unable to wait at the mill!"

"The boss has the final say."

"Very good! Then all other employees are sent to work in the morgue, lest Zac ask questions!"

"Leave it to me, boss."

Madison set off. Zac was perfectly staggered and went to the North District. An hour before this moment, Madison went to his friend, Ms. West's house.

At this time, Madison saw Ms. West at her door and sent a thin stranger with a smile on her face.

I do n’t care if my friend has other social circles, but Madison just cares about it, like the perverted excess possessive, jealous of his friend contacting anyone he does n’t know-because it ’s very obvious that the skinny The stranger left with a stack of heavy manuscripts!

Repressed the urge to directly pass the stranger who left with the manuscript, like any pervert would never show his distortion in front of outsiders, rushed over after West saw the other person leave, rudely forced into West 'S home, with a twisted look, "West! What did you do !!!"

Meow ~

"What are you doing, you are scared of cookies ~ Come on, cookies ~" West picked up his black cat, stroking comfortably, a confused face who had no idea how Madison came back, "How come you came today Are you busy at work? "

Meow ~

When West had gone to the kitchen to prepare Madison for a hot drink, Madison had calmed down. Had to, the black cat was licking his own palm.

"The stranger who left just now, is he holding my manuscript?" Madison asked.

"Yeah." Ms. West's tone was unspeakable. As if, what ...

The black cat got out of the kitchen, and West, who was supposed to be doing things, couldn't take care of it. The black cat swayed its soft tail and looked at Madison. It should have fascinated many people's plush three-petal lips. At the corners, it seemed to be a little curved.

Madison wrinkled a face tightly, "Uh, West, I gave you those manuscripts to let you know something, no! Not to let you post everywhere ..."

"What's wrong, you're afraid." Ms. West still had that weird tone mixed with the sound of cups moving, "Let others know that you can" write things "..."

Write something? Probably just write the abbreviation for things to become facts.

"West!" Not calm again, "How many times have I said, I can't ..."

Meow ~ well, brush and brush.

Um, cat owners should understand that it happens occasionally ~ Cats need to grab something and grind away too long nails. So if you find that you have potholes on the corners of your furniture and on the floor, just look for the little creature that looks cute and harmless to humans and animals.

Madison closed his eyes and forced a deep breath.

"It's all right now, do you want to deny it?" West came out with a cup of tea, handed it to Madison, and his eyes had been removed. "Cookies ~ Let's go to see Wales today ~"

Meow ~

West looked back at Madison, "Help me lock the door." It was really like going out.

"Uh, Will ... *! It doesn't matter! West, who is that stranger? Human? Interracial? How is he ..."

"Why ask me, isn't it the guy you wrote anyway." West has already opened his handbag, let the black cat jump in, and finally glanced at Madison, "Don't forget to lock the door for me "" Really gone.

Madison spent half an hour drinking tea ... how could it be. I found all the manuscripts he gave to West at his home, or more specifically, the remaining manuscripts-there was not much left, Madison checked it roughly, and only the city staff Welsh was left. The part of 'Death', and Madison deliberately guided West to write the part where Kate went to find Alan's Funeral Home.

Burn out.

There is still half an hour before waiting for the red light.

Madison left West's house. He had no idea about the progress of Lane in the mill, hesitated and found a phone booth to ask Lane for a call.

"Zac has been seen by me. Are you coming back?"

"I ..." A dry, thin hand held Madison ready to answer, and hung up the phone for Madison.

Madison turned back in amazement, a strange, inexplicable face.

The other party seems to have a complete concept of private space. Continue to step forward in the phone booth, close the door of the booth with backhand, and stop Madison almost pressed in the phone booth. "Are you just Madison." Then, he directly lifted Madison's hat and looked at the colorful one that was pressed into curls by the hat. The stranger frowned, "Is it that you have changed the future or are you changing?"

In this small oppressive space, Madison's eyes could not move too much. But he saw the manuscript in the other hand. Madison remembered, wasn't this the guy who came out of the West house half an hour ago!

"Your ability is awesome." The stranger plucked Madison's curls playfully. "I have a question. Can you tell whether you are predicting or reality?"

Madison has no obligation to answer this guy's question, trying to push away this rude guy.

The pushing action was out, but no one moved, and the two adult men were still in this small space. Instead, Madison's hand disappeared, disappearing into the other party's body in the direction he was pushing.

Tight, oppressive, and a touch of numbness came from Madison's hand buried in someone's body.

"I advise you to take your hand out." The stranger's face was expressionless. "Are you starting to feel a little bit numb now? Itchy. That's your skin becoming part of me."

It was pulled out, pink and silky, as if it had been shaved and scalded with boiling water.

Madison began to twist his body, knocking on the inner wall of the phone booth, "Help! Anyone? Anyone! Help !!!!"

In addition to the noise made by Madison himself in this narrow space, Madison could not hear any outside movement.

There was a sigh. As if it were helpless emotions, the thin hands pinched Madison's chin, don't point to yourself. There was a slit in the rumpled forehead.

Maddison watched in horror as the slit in his forehead opened.

Red beads?

The slit closed. The skinny stranger pressed Madison tiredly. "Wait for a while."

Madison, he can't feel anything anymore. He is pressed into the space like a piece of wood-Bar, Barton has a guy with red beads on his head? ?

"Forget it." The stranger seemed to have eased from the fatigue that Madison couldn't understand at all. The seam on the forehead had disappeared, still holding Madison, looking at him with a blank expression, "I can't understand why Zachary Torr Rido will take you. "He just gave Madison a bad taste of his ability, right?" But since he took you. "Looking at Madison's panic-stricken expression," I won't hurt you . "

Should this make Madison feel safe? Effect, a little bit Madison stared at each other's eyes and moved, at least not the wood.

"I only have a few questions to ask you." Red appeared again, this time from the normal eye position, "answer me, I will let you go."

Madison looked at those red eyes, "Here, is this the pupil of charm ?? You, are you a vampire ?! Just now, my hand, your body, you, you are Zmiche !!"

"Huh." Red eyes moved closer to Madison, feeling a little irritable. "I asked the question, you answered, not the other way around."

"But, but what about false memories?" Madison didn't know what he was thinking now, and blurted out, "You, you didn't give me any reasonable reason to answer your question, Eye of Enchantment ... It's not what you use what!"

The stranger freezes for a moment and releases Madison. I took back the red in my eyes, but still looking at Madison, as if thinking about something, "My words are false memories, you should remember 'to answer my question', that's enough, what else do you need ..." Frowning, "Do you know how Toledo used the enchanting pupil."

Madison can no longer be described with reasonableness, he is just nervously saying the first idea in his mind, "I, I wrote, in my manuscript!"

"Which volume."

"Volume two! Two vertical bars ..."

Madison was interrupted, and the stranger raised his hand, ignoring the narrow space, rummaging through the manuscript in his hand. It took a while, "I know the Roman numerals." It should have been found. "A bunch of human teenagers are arguing in the dressing room." Looks disgusted.

"Uh, yes."

The stranger actually looked, but at his speed as if reading one word at a time, it seemed that it would take a long time to see where Maddison explained Torrido ’s use of the charm pupil method ...

"Give me a contact. You never leave a real phone number in the story."

Madison didn't know how long it had passed, and now his body was really paralyzed and it was difficult to report the number.

"The mill's office?" The stranger asked.

"Yes……"

"No, your apartment." The stranger was very simple.

Madison reported the number again.

The stranger nodded and moved behind, the narrow space finally opened, "I will find you again, Madison."

"You are ..." Who didn't say it.

"Don't tell Zachary Torrido that I have found you. This is the secret of both of us. Keep it, you will be safe."

"not possible for me……"

"Trust me? You don't need it. Think about it yourself. Bye."

The skinny stranger disappeared in Madison's vision.

Now. Madison is waiting for the red light, torment slowly.