Trafford’s Trading Club

When Zhang Yuanrui woke up, he found himself lying almost on the ground.

Why almost? Of course it's because there's a genuine wool blanket on the floor.

Above the line of sight is a dome similar to an umbrella, supported by plenty of wood and hung with white canvas… this is definitely a Mongolian bag.

“Wake up and eat something. ”

Following the sound, Zhang Tianrui saw that Professor Qin Fang was holding a large pie in his hand, tearing it apart at once and putting it in the entrance, while his eyes were always on a map unfolding on the ground.

It's also in a Mongolian bag with a smaller box. What's in there is the skeleton.

The body was indeed in a state of hunger, Zhang Rui stood up silently, grabbed a large cake from Professor Qin Fang, and a bowl of milk tea that was slightly salty and turned into a 'soda egg' by the locals.

Soon she hid in the corner, with fear and anxiety, silently eating the food on hand - this is the third time she has awakened.

As for the first two times, they were basically knocked out by Professor Qin Fang with a shock stick, and this time, she could only temporarily renounce the idea of resistance.

A tiny piece of cake was silently torn off, and Zhang Rui looked subconsciously into the box... soul, bone, possession?

It was almost in a shocking fashion that she constantly collided with the socialist science education she had received over the years.

I… am the key to entering the cemetery?

In these comas, Zhang Rui would feel like there was another person in his mind, fragments, long-standing memory fragments, constantly appearing.

They are fragmented, they put Buddha without a main line, and they seem to be trying to tell her a complete story - yet they are not complete in themselves.

In her dreams, there's always a feeling of wanting to cry. This sorrow, which comes from her heart, may not belong to her, has been pounding her heart even after she wakes up.

She was theoretically forcibly taken away by Professor Qin Fang. There was no way to communicate with the outside world, and the professor himself could not be counted as gentle about the means of confinement.

So she should be more scared, more scared.

However, it seemed to be because she was approaching a group somewhere, and there was another leap in her heart.

“Professor… why are you so obsessed with going back into that ancient tomb? ”

Not exactly a stranger, anyway. In Zhang Furui's two years of life, Qin Fang, as a mentor in her college career, still smelled a little elderly after all, scared, but not at all afraid to talk.

But Qin Fang doesn't look like the guests in the antique stores she deals with. Naturally, this action, carried out entirely with some clearly perceived paranoia, is also dangerous.

“Something I need to go get back.” Qin Fang is still looking at the map on the ground.

“Is it a more precious… relic? ”

Probably also because of her origins, Zhang Shuanrui easily linked the unknown tombs and relics - in fact, she was not the one who had never had contact with the reseller.

Ancient Yuefai's business is huge, and there are a variety of gateways. The doorways were knocked down by her grandmother, but almost half of them were in her hands.

It's really a good thing, but it's something that's already dusted under the dirt —— and the search for this good thing naturally requires a more special and obscure professional.

……

Qin Fang suddenly stood up: “There are some cold clothes on that cabinet, you better put them on. We'll leave in a minute, and by night, the grassland temperatures will be very low. ”

After that, Professor Qin Fang lifted the Mongolian bag and went outside.

Last time I woke up, Zhang Tianrui had walked out of this Mongolian bag, surrounded by uncertain meadows, and the teacher seemed to have rented a house on this meadow.

She doesn't understand the language here, and there's absolutely no way to communicate with the owner of the house —— the meadow she doesn't really know where to run.

Zhang Yu Rui did not feel that she was a particularly strong girl. When she met the situation, her mind was already confused - but on the other hand, an unspeakable sense of excitement spread in her heart.

She implicitly expects something to happen, as if it were a stone's throw to a life that has been waveless for so long.

“First of all, you can't starve yourself. ”

Zhang Tuanrui cheered up a bit and quickly finished eating the large pie on his hand. He reached out and grabbed a piece of it against the plate. This time it's not just a pancake, it's a plate of lamb that I haven't touched before.

Once upon a time, she would dislike the taste of lamb, but now she can eat it.

Eating and eating, Zhang Rui moved in his heart, not knowing what would happen next, and secretly wrapped a large pie and hid it in his clothes.

Outside Mongolia, Professor Qin Fang sat where he was feeding the sheep, lit a Cuban cigar, and silently watched the smoke rise to the clear blue sky.

Wait quietly for the grasslands to cool down.

……

……

As we already know, the ultra-long distance transmission of the altar has a very demanding vampire-like appearance for applications outside the scope of business.

The one-way journey to Ulaanbaatar takes ten days.

After a silent vomit, Boss Lo finally chose a flight that only takes one day...

Above efficiency, of course, there is no way to compare, only according to Qin Chuyu, the professor will not do any harm to Zhang Wanrui.

Terminal.

And naturally, there's no way to prepare food -- that's what you think.

But the club's maid explained the significance of humans inventing food boxes. There are three or three layers of Japanese food boxes, each of which is beautifully set.

“Does Miss Qin need some too? ”

Yue Night, who placed the luxury food box in front of Lo Qiu, looked at Qin Chuyu and said.

“No need.” Qin Chuyu shook his head.

Qin Chuyu was able to feel tremendous pressure not only in front of Lo Qiu, but also in front of the maid who called herself ‘just the master's maid’.

And these pressures, I'm afraid, will not decrease over the next period of time.

- I have some things to look for in the professor, and I don't want to be delayed too long... if the professor's destination is that ancient tomb, Miss Qin should remember. Can you show us the way?

Not long ago, after the club clearly stated its intentions, Qin Chuyu could only agree.

Because… this maid who is introducing her owner to the contents of the box seems to be the most horrible thing she has felt in 500 years, apart from that ‘door’.

Like the abyss of clouds, like the dark streams that do not know their abundance, horror.

PS: Fourth more.