Trafford’s Trading Club

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Ren Ziling intends to have a good conversation with Rochu. The 29-year-old deputy editor-in-chief of the newspaper said that he had recently been busy working, neglecting to be the owner of the mother, and that being gentle could kill most men almost instantly.

Then, one box at a time killed Ren Ziling, and when she reacted, Rochu had closed the door to the room.

Listen, the old CD machine that Old Lo gave to his son came out of the room, playing Eagles' Desperado, and Ren Ziling silently chewed on a box of crisps.

And then there's no more.

“Son of a bitch, do you want to be so seductive...”

Actually, there's no one in Rocho's room.

When he got back to his room, he turned on the CD set and went straight back to the club.

Who knows what kind of ghost it is...

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Sitting behind the club's counter, Rocchu said it was too late to have flower tea, and for the first time the sweet maid opened the wine cabinet at the side bar in front of Rocchu.

A bottle of vodka, a black bottle of cocoa, and a bottle of fruity gin. Unight looked at Rochu with a light smile on his face, then filled the mixer with eight full fractions of ice, poured into the mixer with three different drinks in a small glass, closed the lid and began to shake.

There are not many fantasies, just that the eyes never left Lochu from the beginning to the end of the night.

As the saying goes, beauty wine is always appropriate. It's probably just such a sight. Lochu looks at it and feels relaxed and happy.

The shaker stopped at midnight when the shaker was shaken to the outside to form a light white ice cream, and the shaped, light-brown beverage was poured into a cocktail glass, accompanied by a rhythmic impact of high heels and wood floors, and the shaped beverage was delivered to Lochu.

"I think I might have to break into the kitchen next time," said Rochu. ”

Unight looked at Rocchu unknowingly, and Rocchu laughed: "Because watching you cook food or make wine is really a pleasure. ”

Night went from a light smile to a smile and walked slowly to the club lobby. There is always an old vintage vinyl recorder made of old pine wood.

Unight dropped the vinyl disc, pressed the needle, turned around gently and started playing with a bit of mystery. Unight returned to Lochu and sat opposite him.

The maid gave a lazy look, her legs curled together under the skirt, and her elbows rested on the round table, lifting her face.

Rochu had a sip of the cocktail. I thought it would be very intense to mix vodka and gin. I didn't think it was actually sweet and refreshing. Probably why you added another kind of black cocoa?

He played with the white jade medal he had received from him, and suddenly he asked, “Is there really a world in this past life? The reincarnation, the Ten Palaces? ”

"There are many ancient legends in the East," said Unight softly. People will believe, because they believe. But who knows? After all, this is not the way to be seen. ”

Lochu asked, "What does Su Houde say? ”

"People have thoughts, and thoughts are souls," said Unight. So the soul is undisturbed, so the mind is undisturbed. It's not like there's no ghosts, no ghosts, no ghosts. But at night, these are a strong group of spiritual bodies that have left this vector of the flesh but have not dissipated due to strong emotional attachments. ”

When I heard this, Rochu said, “I've seen some strange magazines that say that the human spirit is like a wave. When the spiritual wavelengths of both parties are close or almost identical, it may be possible for one party to accept the ideological waves of the other. In other words, there is no such thing as a past life, just that Su Hood has found a carrier that can accept his thoughts? ”

Night smiled, “How can I believe it? It's the will of the master. ”

Lochu shook his head, drank another cocktail, lightened his eyebrows, felt the aroma of alcohol flowing between his teeth, “It's strange to think that if there was a real reincarnation, there were not many humans at first, now the population has exploded, if the deceased can have an abortion, where did it originally come from? ”

But perhaps it does exist. The existence of a soul that is not explained by spirit, and there is also an unknown management that is not reincarnated but capable of explaining this phenomenon.

With this in mind, Rochu felt that he might have to fall into some sort of unknown dead end.

He didn't want to be a philosopher, he shook his head ridiculously and ended this nonsense.

Then, the bell where the door is located swings and rings.

Here comes the clock, Dusty Servant.

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When they arrived, the clock landed on a mobile map and looked directly at the information on the street. Instead of discovering the existence of the club on the map, he marked another store - even a street shot.

Yet the club has miraculously replaced the store.

He stood at the doorstep of the club and found one pedestrian after another walking past Jean and into the club he had seen, but quickly came out with only some supplies.

Obviously, the clubs he sees, the shops he sees with the pedestrians, are all in the same place, but I'm afraid it's a different space.

This wonderful, dusty clock with intense awe, deep breath, pushed the door of the club again.

Or the man in the clown mask and the beautiful woman in the maid's costume. The clock was not in the mood for this beauty and opened the door to the mountain: “Mr. Joker, I have brought my grandfather to stay at a nearby hotel. ”

Luo Qiu reached out and stopped talking, then gently drew the black battle on his hand, more magical and incredible things, suddenly appeared in the eyes of the clock dust.

A corridor filled with soft lights, carpeted, slightly frightened by the clock: “This is… a hotel?! ”

Lochu walked forward with his hands behind his back: “Guest, take me to see your grandfather… but I hope there are no more outsiders except you have your grandfather. ”

The clock fell quickly: “This time the family is not relieved, you have to follow. But don't worry, Mr. Joker, I've got them all waiting on the floor below… but there isn't much time. ”

"'I know,' said Roquette. ”

In a suite, Lochu finally saw his grandfather, the clock dust.

One was lying on the bed with a needle in his arm hanging from the infusion pack and a large amount of equipment next to him. The old man looked pale and pale, or even bloodless.

He was lying there, not far from death.

Rochu walked up to the old man and suddenly wondered if there were more old people he'd seen the other day. But this disorientation does not affect what he should do.

Lochu reached out and pressed the old man's face in vain, some black light points, as he began to fall from the position of his grandfather's forehead from the clock, slowly emerged and was adsorbed into Lochu's palm.

At this moment, the door of the suite was suddenly knocked and a man's voice was heard: "Dust! I heard something. Did you come back? Open the door! What do you mean you won't let us guard Grandpa? ”

The sound of the door was very loud, obviously with great effort, "Don't blame me if you don't open the door! Is there anyone else in there? ”

The clock dropped dust and looked at the door, looking anxious. Listening to the sound, he knew that this was his big brother Zhong Fan Yun... This guy was suspicious, he must have used some way to monitor it, otherwise he only came back on his side, he came to the door, it was too coincidental.

“Mr. Joker, I don't know...”

The clock hurriedly turned around and looked. Can you still see Rochu? It's just a scene in front of him that almost makes his heart pop out.

The old man lying in the bed, whose eyes had been opened sometime, sat up and his face was still pale, but his eyes were still clear.

“Where is this…? Dust?” The old man said slowly.

At the same time, the clock dust heard such a statement.

- Guest, the item you want has arrived. Transaction completed.

The clock dropped and instantly tranced in a pitch-black world, a roll of sheepskin floated in front of him and burned, then disappeared. He felt like he was being pulled out of something and subconsciously touched his body.

And the sight, at this point, became clear, and he returned to the suite.

Seems to be because of the strange look of the clock falling, the old man said slowly again: "Dust falling, what are you looking for? ”

The clock suddenly set a spirit, stopped his hands, looked up at the old man, and suddenly fell to the ground.

He… has no sense of joy at all.

It's like looking at a complete stranger.

“Dust?” The old man said for the third time.

The clock swallowed his saliva and stood up. He didn't know what his expression was like. He just knew that he had done his best to make himself look ecstatic.

“Grandpa! You woke up so... great, great! ”