Trafford’s Trading Club

“… the contract establishes that what the Guest asks us to do will be done in the future, guaranteed to be done. And the final transaction fee will be charged at the end of your life. Is that all right? ”

“It's enough… I can do… I can compensate…”

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……

After the rescue of the firemen, the fire in the ballroom will eventually be extinguished.

Sir, you can't go in there! ”

Outside the fire scene, a man was being intercepted by firefighters. Yet the man pushed the man away with a hard attitude: "My sister is in there, you guys... go away! ”

He pushed the man away, then rushed into the scene.

There is a pungent smell of plastic burning, surrounded by a mixture of ash and water. Men ignore these and run along in their memorized positions.

Firefighters who have just extinguished the fire can't stop it at this time. It wasn't long before the man who crashed into him suddenly stopped.

He saw Guo Yushuo and his sister.

He looked at him holding his sister, sitting quietly on the ground, bowing his head, as if gazing. They're around, clean... and quiet.

The fires of the past seemed unbearable, leaving room for the two of us to embrace each other. Men move closer, unconsciously.

One step after the other, it finally came to these two. He lowered his head and looked at his sister held in Guo Yushuo's arms.

Incredibly, what I saw not so long ago was a corpse that even if I saw it as a relative, I felt frightened, corrupt. But at the moment, she's so beautiful.

It's like being asleep.

Her hands clasped over her chest, her eyes closed, but she smiled.

“You…” the man screamed hard in his throat.

Guo Yushuo's shoulder suddenly slightly moved. He raised his head slowly. "Can you wait a little longer? I know the cops are outside... wait, I'll turn myself in. But can we wait a little longer? I just want to look at her again. ”

“You... your eyes.” Men take two unconscious steps back.

Hollow, pitch-black... as if he was never born to exist. At this moment, Guo Yushuo is in front of him, without his eyes.

“I can see, I can always see...” Guo Yushuo smiled and said softly: “I'm afraid I'll forget, so turn it into the last thing I can see, permanently imprinted in my mind. ”

Man... Wenwen's brother looked at his sister with a quiet smile. He didn't know what was behind that smile.

But if it was because, in the end, he was still lying in Guo Yushuo's arms, and finally he felt the shame and guilt of this man and let it go... If so, he would prefer to think like this.

Wen Wen's brother took a deep breath, closed his eyes and watched silently.

Shortly afterwards, the police came in, and Guo Yushuo had no resistance whatsoever. He spoke out about the fact that he had killed his girlfriend himself because he had escaped reality and could not withstand the pressure of setback.

However, the surrendering prisoner did not mention why the body was still so well preserved, judging the time of death, etc.

……

After two days of good work, the body of the deceased had to be taken from the police station. Wen Wen's brother was tired for some time, but received a strange phone call.

“Excuse me, is this Mr. Wang Guoliang? ”

“I am… who are you? ”

“Ah, Mr. Wang, hello. I'd like to confirm that you are the brother and immediate family of Miss Wang Jingwen, right? ”

“Who are you? ”

“Yes, we are an insurance company for peace of mind, Miss Wang Jingwen once gave you and her father, both mothers are insured for accidents... because of the large amount of money, we need to ask you and your parents to bring ID and other documents...”

Wang Guoliang listened incredibly to this call, and even more incredibly to the so-called insurance premium.

I'm afraid it's his whole life… there's no way to make money in the next.

Incredible things happen, however, over and over again.

“Hey, Guo Liang, I'm telling you, this morning at the hospital, the doctor said your father's diabetes was ready! I don't know what to do for two days. I feel that the whole person is also a lot more spiritual. It's also clear to look at things. There's no such thing as presbyopia! ”

Even a child with childhood asthma who had just been born was suddenly removed from the suffering of the disease, and his wife called with joy and tears.

Wang Guo Liang sat here, awaiting the signing of the document to collect the body of the deceased, but his brain was blank.

Even if his sister had the sense to buy insurance... but the insurance of such a large sum of money itself would require a lot of money, he doesn't think his sister has the ability to buy it.

“Today… what is going on?” Wang Guo Liang looked at the wall wall clock, sad and joyful. Is this the dead sister beneath the Nine Springs, to protect her family?

He seemed, subconsciously, to be able to think only that way.

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C Big String Night Song.

Inside the messy apartment, this dance has been circulating. I'm afraid the record player's been in REPLAY for a while. A few days?

Maybe longer.

It still hasn't burned, but I think the quality is really good, right?

Thinking about that song I played in the saxophone wind not long ago, I can't beat up old Chai's "C Major String Night Song"... Boss Lo mocked himself a little bit.

But it's been a long time since I've touched the saxophone wind, and I can barely finish it, can I?

At that time, it was just casual movement, and I felt a little ashamed thinking about it, but it wasn't just acting in front of people.

Lochu's gaze fell around the apartment.

Whether on the walls, on the floor, or on the sofa, the colour of the paint was messily painted… the kitchen smelled bad.

A few... or a dozen long deteriorated red burnt eggplants that smell like mold can be hard to get close to.

Boss Luo decided not to go in.

Lochu looks out at the city from the glass window on the floor.

He knew that Guo Yushuo had seen it here, and perhaps his girlfriend had watched it here with him before she was born.

He and she may have been young at the time, they should have seen each other, they had dreams of fighting in this big city, he would have said to fight here to make a home, she should have looked forward to it.

What he and she saw at that time was probably the best thing in their lives.

And now she can't see, and he can never see... what he can see, and it's just a memory, of the smile of that last dance girlfriend.

Lochu had a little bottle in his hand, and it had a pair of eyeballs in it —— that's the price of the last dance.

Silently letting these eyes look out the window at everything in the city, Rocciu slowly put a black gauze over the vial.

He dropped the singing machine, and it seemed so lonely.

But the windows are still bright and bright.

The city is still flourishing.

PS1: If you find it hard to survive in a big city... go back to the city you know, where you have a home, it's not bad.

PS2: Ask for tickets and rewards with a thick face =. =