Trafford’s Trading Club

“Gone? ”

Girls share little secrets with each other as they relax. Although not loud, they can still be heard if listened to carefully.

“It's been two days. Phone wallets and everything... but people are gone.” Skinny female classmates quietly.

“Probably been drinking somewhere?” Good classmates talk about their understanding and comfort: “Besides, isn't that good? Your father beat and scolded you and your aunt when he was too drunk. ”

Skinny girls sighed and seemed reluctant to discuss the matter more.

All of a sudden he snapped and rang in the seat next to him. Another female student, a representative of the language class, Luo Yi.

She looked at the person who woke herself up at this moment —— the guy who slept on the ground from the beginning of class to the end of class.

“Mo Xiaofei, your composition has not yet been submitted! “

Mo Xiaofei rubbed his eyes and obviously stunned. He looked at the representative of the language class, "Can you be late...”

Totally forgot about it.

“It's due at the latest before school. ”

“Got it.” Mo Xiaofei glanced elsewhere and said.

Luo Xiao nodded and walked away, only the fresh fragrance of his daughter's house lingered here. Mo Xiaofei looked at each other's back - for some reason, he always felt he couldn't see each other clearly.

It's not that you can't really see it, or you don't know what it looks like.

However, there is always a hazy feeling.

This is not a very pretty, yet very strong girl. He used to be so weak that the nature he didn't have in him was more attractive to him than the opposite sex.

Now I... can I see you clearly?

Mo Xiaofei muttered to himself.

But he shook his head quickly, and now he has more important things to do. Take a deep breath, Mo Xiaofei continues to fall asleep... If you don't sleep now, you will only be mentally weak at night.

Mo Xiaofei always feels particularly sleepy because he thinks about power too often.

Mo Xiaofei glanced at the skinny girl as she was about to fall asleep.

Never mind, when that guy completes his confession, if he knows it's wrong, he'll come back to you...

His eyes sank into the darkness of closeness.

……

……

In darkness, this sweaty acid is mixed with slight blood and rust that corrodes the iron.

In the knowledge of this rare abandoned factory, the number of people hanged in chains has gone from the first few to the present twenty and thirty.

In just two days.

Unight measured a hung man or woman, smiled softly, and finally walked to Rochu.

He's turning over a brand-new soft copy, and on one page it says something about these hung people —— what they need to 'go to jail' for, and what kind of 'punishment' they deserve.

“Young master who escaped from the crime, loved the husband of domestic violence...” suddenly he copied this soft skin and put it back where it belonged, "are all people who can escape the law. ”

Yue picked up the soft leather and looked at it on a different page like Rochu. She just flipped over the past dying: “It's also some place far away. It seems Mo Xiaofei is really ‘trying’... I just don't know when she can support it. ”

At this moment, Rochu looked at those who had been tortured and had had a hard time breathing, so even if they were hung like this, they could fall asleep without eating for two days.

“Do you want to get these people out?” Unight suddenly said: “If they disappear, Mo Xiaofei will only use his abilities more... and they need to be saved now. ”

The maid tells the boss that there is ready business to do.

It's just that there's another club with a plan in mind, and it's shaking its head.

"The more people disappear, the more attention the police will pay, and sooner or later they will find this place," said Lochu. Mo Xiaofei also did not mean to kill these people... it is not necessarily a bad thing to make them suffer before they are saved. ”

Yunight suddenly asked: "Master, since Mo Xiaofei injured Officer Ma, aren't you going to teach him a little lesson? ”

Lo Qiu looked at each other: “He sought Uncle Ma's theory because the prisoner could easily get out of the bail... It was precisely because of such questioning that Uncle Ma finally hid the matter. Since it was his own decision to hide it, it would be good to respect his decision. ”

Lo Qiu finally looked at these ‘prisoners’ who had fallen asleep so easily, "He felt that such a young man was just a little radical, but not bad in nature... the assault on the police was too much. ”

Lo Qiupo shook his head without a hint of smell and suddenly asked: "By the way, it's been three days since Taeko came here? ”

Unight nodded.

Rochu suddenly said: “I want to go to the last desert mountain and try the revolver... go get me some bullets. ”

The maid nodded gently again.

She knew that the new owner at the time was not simply interested.

……

……

Black Soul 18 had just planned to flatten this nasty paper crane and suddenly stopped when he completed the twelve kills.

The twelfth crane at hand was suddenly surrounded by a desolate, gray-covered group of light, and then flew out, falling into the palm of a white and delicate palm.

“Miss Unight! ”

Dark Soul 18 dared not slack, and came to the club maid in silence almost at the fastest possible speed.

Looking at the paper crane she was constantly struggling with in her palm, Yu Night seemed to notice some familiar flavors.

“This is the twelfth, and it looks like the guy in the dark is really dying.” Black Soul 18 said: "It's just this paper crane alone that my people really can't find its source. ”

Yu Night said softly: "You don't have to worry about the next thing. Just protect the lady. ”

Yunight's gaze swept into the ice room, looking at the guy sitting by the window, but this time it wasn't called Green Bean Ice Sandwich by any vice editor.

“Subordinates know.” Black Soul 18 respectfully saluted, then hesitated: “Miss Yunight... should I report this to the new owner? ”

“What's the point of us being servants if this little thing also needs to be worried about the master," Yunight said softly. ”

Feeling the huge pressure of the club, second only to the supreme master, Black Soul 18 hurriedly lowered his head.

“It's dinner time.” Unight suddenly said: “I'm going back to prepare dinner for my master. You can continue your work here. ”

“Yes…”

Unight held his palm tight, and the paper crane in his palm instantly turned into a flying ash.

Sapphire blue eyes are looking in the direction of one of the suburbs of the city at this moment, while the lady maid's face floats... with a grin.

……

Suburban.

Sheep Tae suddenly spit out his old blood and looked pale.

Not good!

PS: Twelve o'clock and one more, sauce purple.