The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

"Uh, maybe I am not clear, it is the private warehouse of the Quinn family." Noah in the message emphasized, "Registration under the name of Poch. Quinn means that Poz. Quinn himself must be able to open, Entering the warehouse. "Nuo's tone was a bit self-deprecating." So you don't worry about the dangers I encountered. The only thing I did was take a picture from afar. Then I came back without a call and called you. Well, that ’s it. If you have time, call me, we need to confirm. "

After hanging up softly, the first message ends. Zac sipped half a glass of wine, and he knew what a so-called private warehouse is, which is equivalent to a warehouse version of a bank safe used to store some large and valuable items that cannot be made public, such as artworks auctioned underground.

Such a place only recognizes the face, and there is no so-called registration in whose name. This is natural, and the content inside cannot be made public, and the owner is naturally less likely to make it public, and I do not know how Nuo must be Boqi.

Zac failed to think too much, and the second message started to play.

"It's me." James' voice was low and cautious.

The minimal background sound made Zac lean forward and turned his head. Benjamin's voice seemed to be approaching and clear from a far away place, "James, who are you calling on."

"Coulson," James replied in a voice, and that was it.

Zac frowned, still wondering what the inexplicable message meant to express, and the third message began to play.

"It's me." This third 'is me' has no emotions, and at the same time makes Zac completely strange, who doesn't know who it is, but the person who left the message is completely unconscious, "They are fighting, who am I going to help? Silk Bella, still Crowley, still a saint, still Ian, still Kasdir, still my own. "

Oh, it's in the Republican Morphist's Guardian. Zac had just hung up after reacting.

Zac blinked and watched the time on the answering machine jump for a quarter of an hour. The fourth message appeared, "No need, no one died." Hang up and the message is terminated. (To be continued.)