Trafford’s Trading Club

After fleeing, he hid alone on the roof of a nearby building, shaking for some reason, remembering what had happened in the garage a while back.

It's like right in front of you.

Blood, frightened eyes, screaming...

Mo Xiaofei unconsciously covered his forehead, trying to calm down, trying to convince himself, "You are bad... you are bad... why should you resist... you are not dying... you are bad...”

I don't know how long it's been since Mo Xiaofei started to feel his head hurting like this. He stood up and took a deep breath, gliding down between the buildings again in the night.

Back in that alley.

The lost owner called the police, shouted for an ambulance, watched the medical staff put a man in the ambulance with a stretcher, and watched some people at the scene.

“Honestly, officer, I really don't know! By the time I caught up with him, this guy was lying on the ground, covered in blood! I'm the one who was robbed. How many people have seen it? Ask the people who run the streets nearby! ”

Mo Xiaofei was among the spectators.

That's what they're talking about.

“Damn, so much blood in the glass! ”

“Bad people, grind more...”

Mo Xiaofei didn't keep watching, how many evil people grind... it's just your fault.

I just don't know why I'm in such a bad mood tonight. He hastily took some of the guys he had caught to the abandoned factory and ignored them, just trying to get home.

Yeah, you're just bad.

……

As usual, downstairs, Mo Xiaofei hid a suite of clothing tools and flew along the wall to the window door of his room.

It's not high, it's just the third floor... the window in the room doesn't know when to open. Mo Xiaofei had to stand still. He remembered that when he left, he should have closed the window.

Mo Xiaofei frowned, crossed the window frame, lifted the curtains and landed on the floor. The incandescent lights in the room popped up just as I was going to turn on the room table lights. Mo Xiaofei suddenly saw his father Mo Hongqi in the room.

He turned on the light... he saw himself coming in through the window. Because there was a relationship between the curtains, maybe it didn't look like he was flying, just climbing in.

But even so, it gives Mo Xiaofei a different kind of anxiety... he doesn't know how to explain this to his father.

And subconsciously, I hid my backpack with a set of tools behind me, “Dad, I...”

“Are you hungry? So late.” Suddenly Mo Red Flag said something like this: “I just made myself something to eat, let's eat together. ”

Mo Xiaofei nodded.

Father's studio lights are still on, probably to make sculptures of customers, so are you in a hurry tonight? Father and son sat at the table at this time, because Mo Hong flag was inconvenient, the food was quite simple, just some onion noodles, accompanied by some sauce.

“You didn't close the window at night, and some wildcat crashed in somewhere.” Mo Hong banner ate the noodles and whispered: “I called you a few times and you didn't respond. ”

Mo Xiaofei lowered his head and said: “The wildcat..."

“You might have been shocked when you went in, jumped out.” Mo Hongqi looked at Mo Xiaofei and smiled gently.

Father always had a faint majesty towards son. Mo Xiaofei was afraid to look at his father for a moment. He said, "Dad, I... I'm fine, I didn't do anything. ”

In this tone, Mo Xiaofei felt unconvinced… he did not know how to confess to his father.

“Eat up, pack up, and go to bed. Don't wake your mom.” Mo Hongqi said softly: “I have to go to school tomorrow, don't delay my spirit. ”

Mo Xiaofei's nose was sore for some reason, and he spoke out: “Dad, I'm actually at night...”

Unexpectedly, Mo Father shook his head at this moment and suddenly said: "Today the school teacher called to say that it's not very safe lately, let the parents keep an eye on it. I think there was a homicide two days earlier, and it was reported that several students were killed, and it should still be your school. ”

Mo Father glanced at his child and saw that his eyes seemed to shrink. "Since I was a kid, you've known a lot. If there's anything you can't solve yourself, you can talk to me or your mother. Being a man doesn't necessarily have to carry everything by itself. And be safe no matter what you do. ”

“I… I will never go out again.” Mo Xiaofei lowered his head.

Mo Hongqi said softly: "Hurry up and eat. ”

Mo Xiaofei nodded. Soon after finishing his meal, he returned to his room, lying in bed, but having difficulty sleeping.

……

Meow ~

The owner of Lo, who was not a Cat Star party, looked at the cute black wildcat selling at his feet, squatted down, reached down and teased him twice around his neck, then pulled out a small package of milk biscuits and took one out and put it on the floor.

He touched the kitten's hair and looked at the one with the faint light, acting as a studio room, quiet and silent.

How will Mo Xiaofei choose the next path?

The club's handles actually feel like they've known each other before - as if they've suddenly gained magical power.

Different people, same encounter, choose what will be.

“We'll see. ”

Lochu dropped another cookie and looked at the way the kitten was chewing, suddenly softly saying: “There is a bigger problem ahead. ”

Standing up, Boss Lo finally turned to the kitten and said, "Find a master, because you don't know when an accident will happen to you. ”

……

……

Take a deep breath, Mo Xiaofei walked into the hospital.

This should be the hospital… the man who was sent here last night.

Robbery is not supposed to be a lethal crime, and Mo Xiaofei didn't think it would happen at first. He comforted himself, but was always upset, so he hesitated while he was leaving school at noon.

“The one from last night, should be in the ICU... who are you? ”

Faced with the nurse's inquiry, Mo Xiaofei suddenly said: "Your things have dropped. ”

The nurse at the front desk looked down and suddenly dropped her cup on the floor. The nurse screamed awfully. When she returned to God, Mo Xiaofei's whereabouts had disappeared.

That hallway.

The two nurses pushed the car past and talked... about getting to the ward.

“What a tragedy. Ming's mother was waiting for surgery to save her life. Turn around and even her father lay down. ”

“Alas, it seems that it is not possible to raise the money to perform the surgery to risk robbing… unexpectedly. ”

“This little girl is too strong, obviously that kind of anxiety...”

Mo Xiaofei trembled slightly and looked subconsciously into the ward… For the first time, he clearly saw the obscure figure, which he had been unable to see clearly.

For the first time, he couldn't see the strength of the past from her.

Looking at the girl sitting next to the hospital bed, her eyes were red, but she couldn't help but cry. Mo Xiaofei retreated and backed.

He crashed his seat in the hallway and sat down helplessly. He felt his body trembling like it was hard to breathe.

It's like being emptied out.

“Lo... why... it's you...”

Mo Xiaofei suddenly grabbed his hair and saw fresh red in front of him, as if he were caught in a whirlpool... garage, abandoned factory, alley last night, those 'prisoners’ hanging in ‘prison’.

He lowered his head and saw a drop of blood dripping on the floor.

Drop after drop.

That was the blood coming out of his nose. Mo Xiaofei felt it in panic and wiped it... wiped out a pair of bloodstained hands.

‘How many bad guys... it's your fault...’

‘What a miserable little girl, her mother is still waiting for her life...’

‘Please, let me go... Let me go, I dare not, don't hit me, don't hit me...’

‘What a miserable little girl...’

‘How many bad guys... it's your fault...’

‘What a miserable little girl...’

‘How many bad guys... it's your fault...’

‘How many bad guys... it's your fault...’

‘What a miserable little girl...’

……

He felt unprecedented cold and confused with... fear.

PS1: I got a private chat today, said I was an abusive horny devil, said, 'I'm going to send a blade! Something like that.

PS2: Of course I know this is a joke... probably.

PS3: Mr. Mo Xiaofei, I hope he has a fairly notarized result... of course it's notarized, but I think it's hard to talk about.

PS4: I'm writing as thin as ice...

PS5: So I'm still looking for the ticket...