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The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events (Web Novel) - Chapter 74
Chapter 74
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Old Hank seldom stayed in Zach’s office for a long time, but today, the materials stacked at Zach’s desk were placed on the desk on the right, and the coffee and fruits that were usually placed were removed. Old Hank was currently sorting out the funeral records.
Not knowing if the old files reminded Old Hank how he used to run the Grande Funeral Home with Old Grande, he was immersed in a strange emotion.
Funeral records have always been a federal public resource, but few people come to check it. If you really want to know someone’s cemetery, it is more efficient to check the obituary of the Barton Daily at a certain period of time. But the investigation this time is obviously different from ‘finding someone’s burial place’. This is all the information on the entire cemetery.
Identity, location, time, funeral procedures, participants, expenses, including orders, preparations, notes, the contents of the funeral home records are more than most people think. Zach doesn’t care about these things being investigated, what he cares about is the place that one no one cares about to be seen. For example, the tomb he told Anthony today.
In the north section of the cemetery, because of customs, sinners, criminals, and poor people who no one cares about are usually buried here. There are many tombstones engraved with “No Name”, hidden in a pile of low tombstones, but in the records of the funeral home, the surname of ‘Anthony’ is very prominent.
What made Zach helpless was that when he told Hank that the Land Planning Bureau was going to investigate the funeral records last night, Hank hesitated and said that he should reorganize it. Because it was supposed to be the tombstone of nameless people, but there are many names written in the note sections.
There are many names, and Zach also had impressions of those names, wanted criminals, deserters, even Pooky Quinn’s parents…
Not only Zach, but I am also very curious about what kind of life Old Hank lived when they did not come to the Grande Funeral Home. But he’s a weird old man. Our personalities are not compatible with each other, and I can’t get him to talk about anything, so I’m sorry everyone.
Zach arranged the records with Old Hank. The information that did not need to be known by government staff was taken out separately and burned. Zach only kept the files of ‘Ian Anthony’ and left it to Mayor Anthony for he can deal with himself.
One day passed just like that, Zach moved his somewhat stiff back, and handed the rest of the work to the initiator Hank, called Benjamin, left the Grande Funeral Home, and put a few shelves in the Benjamin truck.
The truck did not drive on Highway 27 in the dark, but headed west from the Grande Funeral Home to the western border of the Barton Southern District. From the western border, heading north, crossing the Passing River from Newton City, entering the eastern suburbs of Newton City, and then directly diagonally heading the south side of the Western District of Barton City.
The people of the Western District of Barton are either rich and noble like Quinn and Barton, or they are housekeepers and nannies who work for wealthy families. The wealthy people are concentrated in the south of the Charles River, and only 10% of the population of the Western District occupies half of the land of the Western District. Outside of them, the remaining two-thirds of the place was occupied by the people who worked for them, and further out, it will be the Grade Funeral Home’s Western District cemetery.
Benjamin stopped the car. The place is no different from what they remembered. Compared to Ford’s cemetery, which is no different from the construction site, it still retains the solemnity that a cemetery should have.
Zach got out of the car and nodded to a black car hidden in the night in the distance. Mrs. Quinn in the car also nodded slightly in return, and the car left the cemetery.
Of course, Zach informed Mrs. Quinn during the day that the reconstruction of the Western District Cemetery was inevitable. So maybe this will be the last time that Mrs. Quinn, who had already cooperated with the previous generation of Grande Funeral Home, came to see her son.
There were no more people around, and the two took out the shovels behind the truck and walked to the North section of the cemetery.
A black formal jacket was randomly thrown on someone’s tombstone. A slightly fat middle-aged man sat in front of the fourth tomb facing eastward on the second row. The tombstone was engraved with ‘No Name, ? －XXX’.
“He knew that I wanted to come to Barton.” Anthony obviously heard the approach of Zach and Benjamin, and spoke a little absentmindedly: “So he came here to wait first, but didn’t wait until the war was over.”
Anthony’s full name – Ann Anthony, because the name is too similar to the abbreviation of the surname, and his identity is the mayor, obviously the abbreviation does not reflect the respect for this identity, so people call him by the surname.
Zach patted Anthony on the shoulder and handed him a shovel, completely ruined Anthony’s mood. “Dig.”
Anthony stared at the spade in his hand and shook his head dispiritedly; “I’m not ready yet.”
“That’s too bad.” Zach has already inserted the shovel into the dirt behind the tombstone, “Barton City is ready to dig him out. So it’s better to let us do it, don’t you think?”
Once the construction here begins, the North section of the cemetery where the sinners and criminals are buried must be the first section to be dug. So Zach is right. Anthony is not ready to face his brother, but Barton city can’t wait…
Anthony suddenly became agitated! He threw away his shovel, “What are you going to do when you dig him out? ! Put a stake in his heart? ! Thirteen years ago, you couldn’t do it, but now you can? !”
Zach glanced at Anthony, and the dirt was dug up and was thrown aside: “Why should I do that? You are the one who forced him away, and me.” There was a complex emotion in Zach’s eyes, “I am actually a little excited to see him again.”
Anthony fell silent. Benjamin observed the situation and confirmed that in the duel between the two parties involved, Zach was victorious. Only then did he step forward and used his shovel. How should I put it? The werewolf is still very curious about this guy who can establish the friendship between Zach the vampire and the human Anthony.
The friction between the metal and the soil continued in the night, and the ground behind the tombstone of the No Name slowly descended, forming a square gap. Unable to stop them, Anthony picked up the shovel fiercely and joined the digging work.
“Clang!” Benjamin’s shovel hit something.
The three of them threw away their shovel, removed through the loose soil in the pit that had completely covered their bodies, and a rotten coffin appeared in the soft moonlight.
“Creak!” Zach opened the coffin lid without waiting for Anthony to be mentally prepared.
In the coffin, the ‘mummified body’ was bound by mottled chains. His dry, gnarled fingers crossed and bound to his chest and his long, curled, yellowish fingernails almost pierce his dry, wrinkled skin. The withered hair was scattered around the head of the ‘mummy’ like dry grass. It did not fall off and did not decompose. Instead, it kept growing and intertwined messily for more than ten years. On the left chest, a steel stake with the thickness of a baby’s arm is nailed to the position of the heart.
Zach tilted his head, subconsciously showing a painful expression, and touched his left chest. In the future, he should be more friendly to Old Hank. The vampire sealing technique in front of him is almost like a textbook example.
Yes, please don’t underestimate Old Hank.
Zach stroked his chin, glanced at the werewolf Benjamin whose attention had clearly shifted to an unknown place, and gave the instruction: “Let’s carry it out first.”
Anthony heaved a sigh of relief. At least, Zach didn’t decide to wake up his brother now. But he didn’t notice the hairs on the back of Benjamin’s neck under the moonlight. Alpha’s instinct told Benjamin that when they concentrated on digging out the vampires buried in this cemetery, a ‘guest’ appeared.
