Trafford’s Trading Club

Did I do something wrong?

Mo Xiaofei squatted at the lamp post downstairs.

Why can't you be guilty when you're a bad guy? Evidence? Is it because everything needs to be evidenced that so many evil people go unpunished?

Follow the rules and regulations? Ridiculous, it is often only after a tragedy that these rules and regulations can come into effect! Whatever happens, these policemen often don't show up until the end.

Mo Xiaofei suddenly felt a tingle in his head.

But it just slipped away, and he just felt it was just the headache level of the problem itself, not too much to think about.

Mo Xiaofei took a deep breath and stood up spiritually.

He suddenly sprang up in the middle of the night and looked at the city, which had begun to burn - at a time when the police would only become smaller, yet the ugliness of the city appeared more.

Mo Xiaofei suddenly burst into this huge city with dim lights.

Since those under the system who should guard the city and protect its inhabitants have so many things to do, let me do it!

Overnight, Mo Xiaofei walked wildly through the city like a ghost.

It was also during that night that a number of sins that were supposed to have occurred did not eventually occur.

Thieves who intend to steal, men who deliberately intoxicate against each other's intentions, husbands who abuse their wives while drinking at home, students who seek stimulation and fun and destroy objects… more.

When they woke up, they discovered with horror that they had arrived in a dark place.

Their hands were hanged in chains… this seems to be an abandoned factory.

They look at each other as if they don't know each other, but they encounter the same person, constantly shaking their bodies, trying to struggle from this terrible situation.

At this point, a figure came out of the dark with a flashlight. All of a sudden the light hurts the eyes of these people.

“You, who are you! Let go of me! Let go of me! What are you bringing me here for? ”

“I'm telling you, you better let me go! ”

“Bastard!! ”

Mo Xiaofei looked at the people who kept screaming and put the flashlight on the ground and walked into front of them.

People look at this weird guy —— wearing an old-fashioned firefighter's outfit, wearing a gas mask -- and they can't even see what he looks like.

At this point, a thick rope held by this weirdo suddenly pulled toward one of them.

This thick, long rope creates more force as it swings, smoking hard on the flesh like a whip.

Screaming.

Mo Xiaofei suddenly opened his hands at this time, "Welcome to the prison I have personally customized for you. Your evil, let me... sanction! ”

“Until you clearly recognize your sins, after you are ashamed, serve here well...”

The thick rope pulled down again, this time the other one.

……

……

Rocciu felt a little scratch on his face and opened his eyes.

Ren Ziling was staring at him on the pillow. He was radiant.

“It's very rude to interrupt someone's rest. ”

Amazingly, after sitting in a folding chair for half the night, Rochu didn't feel any physical discomfort.

“Because it's so cute, I can't help it.” Ren Ziling smiled: “Little Rochu, one day your girlfriend will get sick and you will stay with her all night. I dare you to pack your tickets, she will love it. No, no! Whatever! ”

Because you're getting old, you can keep your mouth shut like this?

Lo Qiu had no intention of following the talk of the woman who had been feeding the dog for a long time. She stood up and put the folding bench back in its original position. She said, "If it's all right, get out of the hospital and don't hold a bed. ”

Ren Ziling stretched out his lazy waist: “For your sake, do as you wish this time! ”

I don't know who's taking care of who, Mr. Lo. I don't know where to start at this time, but the shoes that put Ren Ziling aside mentioned in front of her, “Do you really want to leave? ”

“Tsk.”

……

“Go finish your ramen later! GO!”

Right in the hallway, Ren Ziling touched her stomach, "It's empty, I need to find something to fill it well! ”

Still don't know where to start, Mr. Lo said to put an end to her request: "Well, next time you climb into the hospital yourself, I won't send you. ”

“Shit! You're starving me to death waiting for a clear rhythm..."? ”

It's almost conceivable that this woman's next irrational boss Lo accidentally watched Ren Ziling stop. He looked over at her.

“Isn't that the wife of an old horse? ”

……

“What, the old horse was put away? Or in the parking lot of the station? ”

Looking at Officer Ma's wife Chen Jing's face, she obviously didn't get a good night's rest. Ren Ziling and Lo Qiu glanced at each other and frowned.

"- [sic]" The doctor said the internal organs were slightly damaged and the bones were fine. People have fainted all night and are not awake yet. ”

Ren Ziling asked directly: "What do you mean? Who did it? Enemies? ”

Chen Jing shook his head: “Nor did the old horse make it clear. Busy healing. ”

Ren Ziling touched his chin: “Strange... or moving his hand in the parking lot inside the station, who's so daring... Rochu, what do you think? ”

“Wake up, call the nurse. ”

Seeing Officer Ma's Lochu lying in bed all the time, he suddenly said.

After a busy day, the crowd surrounded Officer Ma's bed again.

Inspector Ma woke up surprised that Ziling and Rochu were here, so touched!

“No... I had a tummy attack last night and came to the hospital. ”

“...” Officer Ma softly coughed twice and said: “Later colleagues should come and make a statement, go back first. ”

And Rochu suddenly asked, "Uncle Ma, who attacked you? ”

Officer Ma shook his head suddenly: “It's too dark for me to see clearly. ”

Lochu nodded and he knew that Uncle Ma was actually lying. Uncle Ma, the shooter in this title, actually has good eyesight.

But if you don't talk, there's probably something to hide.

“We'll see you when you're better.” Lochu concluded.

……

……

“… successfully purchased, this information deducts 88 minutes and 30 seconds of life. 973 days and 9 hours and 37 minutes and 45 seconds remaining. ”

So… how exactly does this measure the value of buying information?

Sitting in the lobby of the club, it did not occur to Lochu that the man who had injured Uncle Ma this time had, of course, recently gained the power of reading from the club at the expense of his soul.

Assuming Uncle Ma doesn't know Mo Xiaofei... why is he hiding this?

PS1: Sorry for the delay, because Saturday is White Stone's Family Day.

PS2: White Stone is a single-parent family, so you can walk around with your mother on Saturdays or Sundays.

PS3: Asking for tickets with a thick face...