Anyone wonders where Madison is.

At this moment, at this moment, Madison waited for a red light in front of an intersection in the North Side towards Becky. It's only a few tens of seconds, but for those who wait, it's almost torment.

He deserves to be tormented by Madison, a guy with no sense of responsibility, a twisted heart, and a lot of evil for the world. Uh, why do I mean to belittle myself so much, everyone will judge for themselves.

An hour and a half ago, Madison was in the mill...... Yes, that's the truth, Madison was at the mill when Zach was about to go to the mill and ask about the manuscript pages he found at Pixar's house. Boring reckoning with Allen's funeral there to return the compensation.

Remember the incident when Alan infinitely suppressed the mill. Later, Allen's own funds had problems, and he shamelessly proposed an agreement to sell channels, but Zach didn't do anything, and Madison swallowed it reluctantly, and didn't forget it.

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

This is how Allen's funeral compensated the mill.

Madison doesn't care about this kind of thing anymore, guessing that the high-end funeral of the Republicans before, yes, the strange funeral of crying one moment and stealing the ground and the next moment of hotel chartering, made Allen earn. Alan is rich. Coupled with the changes that Eren himself experienced and the blessings of the vampires of the Demon Feast, Eren Funeral knew that he was going to make 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 Allen's funeral home. Hehe, Madison knows very well that these things are made for Zach to see, and Allen is probably counting on Zach to see this, so Madison doesn't want to write such a work report-

Why should it be a report to Zach to show Lao Tzu his hard work and diligence, and to make an image of Allen's funeral?

Therefore, one thing is true, the work reports of the past few days are indeed written by Lane.

But this is the only one that is true. When Zach first entered the South End, Madison was at the mill and had no intention of leaving the mill.

Until Madison's uncontrollable little ability, the seizure.

Zach is at the mill. Zach found himself. Zach pulled out the manuscript. Zach recalls his lamentation about human health care at the time. Zach gave a better vision for the future of human medicine. Zach expressed his admiration for Madison for not exaggerating his artificial heart, emphasizing too much that Zack dislikes the fact that the heart-lung machine is too large, and Zach is not human at all......

Zach, who didn't mention the mill work from beginning to end, asked, "Please explain why this thing is in Mr. Pixar's house." Before that, Mr. Pixar called me to ask if I was a vampire and what danger he seemed to be in danger. ”

Just when Madison realizes that he doesn't want and can't answer any of Zach's questions, Madison comes back to his senses. He was still bored in reckoning, and Zach hadn't been seen at the mill yet.

"Ryan!" Maddison got into action, "I need you to do something for me!"

"Raise wages boss, I need money. "Ryan, who can't be a landlord, asks for that.

"Uh, okay! Listen! Right now! Zach 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. ”

"Good! Then all the other staff will be sent to work in the morgue so that Zack doesn't ask questions!"

"Leave it to me, boss. ”

Madison set off. Perfectly staggered Zach to the North End. An hour before this moment, Madison had gone to the house of his friend, Ms. West.

It was at this time that Madison saw Ms. West at the door of her house, smiling and sending a thin stranger out.

It didn't matter if his friends had other social circles, but Madison did, like the possessive pervert, jealous of his friends touching anyone he didn't know—because it was obvious that the skinny stranger was leaving with a stack of heavy manuscripts!

Suppressing the urge to pass directly past the stranger who left with the manuscript, like any pervert would never show his distortion in front of outsiders, he rushed over after West watched the other party leave, rudely and forcibly squeezed into West's house, with a distorted face, "West! What did you do!!"

Meow~

"What are you doing, you're scared of cookies~come, cookies~" West picked up his black cat and stroked it comfortingly, with a confused face that didn't know how Madison came back, "Why are you here, aren't you busy with work today?"

Meow~

By the time West had gone to the kitchen to prepare a hot drink for Madison, Madison had calmed down. I had to, the black cat was licking its own paws.

"Is the stranger who left just now, my manuscript?" asked Madison.

"yes. There was an indescribable feeling in Ms. West's tone. As if, as if it were ...... Yes and how.

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

Madison wrinkled his face, "Uh, West, I'm giving you those manuscripts to let you know something, no! not for you to send ...... everywhere."

"What's the matter, you're scared. Mixed with the sound of the cups moving, Ms. West still had that eerie tone, "Let others know that you can 'write'......"

Writing is probably the abbreviation for writing things that will become facts.

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

Meow ~ as well, brush pull brush pull.

Well, cat owners should understand, and it happens occasionally~ Cats need to scratch something to grind off their nails that are too long. So if you find that the corners of your furniture and the floor are full of potholes, go for that cute and harmless little creature.

Madison closed his eyes and forced a deep breath.

"It's all at this point now, do you still want to deny it. West came out with a cup of tea and handed it to Madison, his gaze had already been removed, "Biscuits~Let's go see Wales today~"

Meow~

West looked back at Madison, "Help me lock the door." "It's really like I'm going to go out.

"Uh, Will......*! doesn't matter! West, who is that stranger? human? alien? how ...... he is"

"Why are you asking me, isn't it what you wrote anyway? West had already opened his pouch and let the black cat jump in, giving him one last look at Madison, "Don't forget to lock the door for me." "It's really gone.

Madison spent half an hour drinking tea...... How can it be. After finding all the manuscripts he had given West, or more specifically, the remaining manuscripts at West's house—there weren't many left, Madison checked it roughly, and only the part of the city clerk Wales 'dead' remained, and the part where Madison deliberately led West to write about Kate's search for Allen's funeral home.

Burn it.

There is still half an hour left until the moment when I am waiting for the red light.

Madison left West's home, completely unaware of Ryan's progress in the mill, hesitated, found a phone booth and called Ryan to inquire.

"Zach has been taken away by me, are you coming back?"

"I'm ......" A thin hand pressed Madison, who was about to answer, and hung up the phone for Madison.

Madison looked back in surprise, with a strange, inexplicably familiar face.

The other party seemed to have some concept of private space, and continued to take a step forward in the phone booth, closed the door of the booth with his backhand, and almost stopped Madison in the phone booth, "Are you Madison?" With that, he lifted Madison's hat directly, looking at the colorful hair that was pressed into curly hair by the hat. The stranger frowned, "Is this that you have changed the future or are you changing?"

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

"Your abilities are so good. The stranger playfully flicked Madison's curly hair, "I have a question, can you tell now if you are in foreknowledge or in reality?"

Madison was not obligated to answer the guy's questions and tried to push the impudent guy away.

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

Tight, oppressive, and tingling came from Madison's hand buried in someone else's body.

"I advise you to pull your hands out. There was no expression on the stranger's face, "Are you starting to feel a little tingling now?" That's your skin being a part of me. ”

Pulled out, the powder is tender and silky, as if it has been scalded with boiling water after being shaved.

Madison began to twist his body and bang on the inside wall of the phone booth, "Help!!Is there anyone?!Anyone!Help!!"

Aside from the noise Madison himself made in this cramped space, Madison could not hear anything from the outside world.

There was a sigh. As if in a helpless mood, the thin hand pinched Madison's chin and pinched it, pinning it to himself. A slit was cut in the wrinkled forehead.

Madison watched in horror as the slit on the other's forehead opened.

Red beads?

The seam is closed. The thin stranger pressed Madison as if he was tired, "Wait for me for a moment." ”

Madison, he couldn't feel anything anymore, he was pressed into the space like a piece of wood - Ba, does Barton have a guy with red beads on his head?

"Forget it. The stranger seemed to have recovered from Madison's incomprehensible exhaustion, the slit on his forehead had disappeared, and he still held Madison, looking at him expressionlessly, "I can't understand why Zachary Torredo would take you in." He's just been a bad judge of Madison's abilities, isn't he, "But since he's taken you in." Looking at Madison's frozen expression of horror, "I'm not going to hurt you." ”

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

"I only have a few questions for you. The red color reappeared, this time from the position of the normal eye, "Answer me, I'll let you go." ”

Madison looked at those red eyes, "This, is this the pupil of charm??you, you're a vampire?!, just now my hand, your body, you, you're Tsmich!!"

"Tsk. The red eyes moved closer to Madison, a little irritated, "I ask questions, you answer, not the other way around. ”

"But, but what about false memories?" Maddison blurted out, not knowing what he was thinking right now, "You, you didn't give me any reasonable reason to answer your question, Pupil of Charm...... That's not how you use it!"

The stranger froze for a moment and let go of Madison. Retracted the red in his eyes, but still looked at Madison, as if thinking about something, "My words are false memories, you should remember to 'answer my questions', that's enough, what else do you need ......." He frowned, "Do you know how Toredo uses the Pupil of Enchantment?" ”

Madison couldn't describe it in a reasonable way, he was just nervously saying the first thought in his head, "I, I've written, in my manuscript!"

"Which volume. ”

"Volume 2! The ...... of Two Vertical Bars"

Madison was interrupted, and the stranger, despite the small size of the space, raised his hand and rummaged through the manuscript in his hand. It took a moment, "I know Roman numerals. "I think I found it," a group of human teenagers argued in the locker room. A look of disgust.

"Uh, yes. ”

The stranger actually looked at it, but at the speed at which he seemed to read word by word, it seemed as if it would take a long time to see Madison explain where Toredo used the method of the pupil of charm......

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

Madison didn't know how long it had been, and now his body was really paralyzed, and he struggled to call out the number.

"Mill's office?" asked the stranger.

"Yes......"

"No, your apartment. "The stranger is very crisp.

Madison called the number again.

The stranger nodded, and with a movement behind his back, the tight space finally opened up, "I'll look for you again, Madison." ”

"You are ......" who didn't say the word.

"Don't tell Zachary Torredo that I've looked for you, it's a secret between the two of us. Keep it and you'll be safe. ”

"I can't ......"

"Trust me? you don't need to. Weigh it yourself. Good bye. ”

The wizened stranger vanished from Madison's vision.

Now. Madison is waiting for the red light, let's take it slowly.