Trafford’s Trading Club

Lo Qiu looked at Zhuge quietly.

When a Guest arrives, no matter what he does, there is no way to make an excuse. It's about 3: 30 in the afternoon.

“So, Guest, you left Nanako behind and you're on your way, right? ”

Zhuge shook his head: “No... I didn't dare look at her. I found an excuse to go home and find another excuse. ”

“Nanako must have felt very disappointed. ”

With a shocking aftertaste, Zhuge silenced for a while before shivering: “Nai... what is she? Why can... can..."

He was reluctant to look back on the scene he had seen not long ago and was anxiously hoping to hear the answers he wanted to hear from this strange shopkeeper.

“Clay.” Lochu didn't intend to hide either - he didn't complain because he didn't ask before, but now he does, and the club has always been honest.

“Clay?” Zhuge opened his mouth and was filled with incredible words: “How is that possible! ”

“Does the Guest think that Nanako, who has already appeared before you, is also impossible...? ”

“Me, I'm not...” Zhuge shook his head and was quite angry: “But I, I paid...“

Rochu suddenly said indifferently: "Guest, do you need me to evaluate the value of what you have given…? Our club does have a set of soul ratings for our Guests. ”

Zhuge suddenly had an unknown fear.

He was afraid to hear some facts from the shop owner… something he could almost always hear as a child.

“I'm not... I'm just...”

He suddenly didn't know what he was trying to say - because Nanako was just made of clay, so he asked furiously? But recalling what he had said, he simply wanted Nanako back to him, and did not define what Nanako really was.

It was... it was just a virtual character on the swim.

Just clay...

Zhuge suddenly understood why Nanako never ate in front of him, why she only cooked egg fried rice, why... never touched her when she washed. Even in the park, after being wet with water and flowers, it becomes so tense.

Nanako is afraid. If her body melts after wet water, will she... scare herself?

Is that what she thinks?

Zhuge swallowed his saliva and finally asked what he really wanted to ask, "Does she have any thoughts? ”

It's been some time since Nanako really showed up. Nanako would always stay with him, watch him eat, watch movies with him, chat online with him, even play games with him, never feeling bored.

It's not normal at all.

This... is just not normal!

Yes, how is it possible to have a girl like that, silently lighting everything, but always with that sweet smile?

“Isn't that what you want?” 'I know how to care about you,' said Rochu. 'I'm willing to chat with you, and I won't look down on you. ”

“Me!” Zhuge silenced. He suddenly felt an unprecedented irritability.

That is, even if they are dismissed by those around them, even if they were directly rejected after the puberty hormone impulse told the girls a few years ago, even if it was just a small role ordered by one of the people in the office… there was no irritability.

“I... I'm going back. ”

Zhuge stood up and walked towards the door of the club without returning his head.

“Welcome next time, Guest. ”

When he went out, Zhuge heard the boss's voice coming from behind him. He paused slightly, and eventually nothing responded. He pushed the door open and walked out.

Zhuge's second arrival did not make any deal.

……

Yunight walked over and picked up the flower tea Zhuge had not drunk at all and placed it on the tray held by Qin Chuyu. Qin Chuyu turned away silently... she still didn't understand why she was really doing this kind of work.

“Nothing's happening yet.” At this time of night, next to Lochu, Yue said softly: "But suddenly it was wet by a water sprinkler, and it was a little strange to think about it. ”

Lo Qiu took off his mask, and only then did he lift his teacup, thinking about his sudden interest and betting with Tai Yin, suddenly asked: “Fifty years, it must be a long time. ”

Perhaps not much longer for Unight… but for Rochu, 50 years is twice his life.

Unight only answered Rochu's question with a smile.

“Forget it, don't talk about it.” Rochu shrugged his shoulders, "and, by the way, the stone, how'd it go? ”

Leaving the catacombs of Ulaanbaatar, the Divine Stone was placed in the custody of Unight. The owner of Soleil's homemade Lao naturally feels that it would be more cost-effective for a well-educated maid to study it than it would be for her to spend time identifying it.

“Radiological tests and material analyses are currently being performed on what Zhang Angle describes as it is," said Unight. Materials should not be known materials. On the radiological side, there have been very active periods. I have detected a very faint ray that can rapidly advance the metabolism of cells. ”

“Is that why the dead tree is in spring?” Lochu is curious.

Unight nodded: “Well, yes. However, this radioactivity on the Stone has always been in decay, so think of it as a characteristic of the ray itself, which cannot be permanently released… Overall, it could be a meteorite falling from outer space. ”

“Meteorite...” Lochu nodded: “What's with the soul absorption? ”

“It should be an instinctive response from the meteor itself," said Unight. If you think of the soul as a spirit, it absorbs things like spiritual waves. Interestingly enough... this meteorite seems to be giving birth to a very special life. ”

“Is it alive?” Lochton was surprised.

Unight wasn't sure: “It's hard to say… I've never seen anything like it either. But it should not have its own consciousness, and even if it absorbs mental power, it seems to be an instinctive response. Could this be the key to it being able to 'be born' or something? Next, I intend to do another X-ray fluorescence spectrum and polarization analysis. If there is any further discovery, the night club will tell the owner at the first time. ”

So I have no idea what an X-ray fluorescence spectrum is, and Mr. Lo can only nod his head when it comes to extreme analysis.

As the boss of him, some of the scum faced a sense of academic impulse.

“Okay, fine. I'll go out for a second. ”

Ren Ziling... was also thrown to sleep in that tavern.

……

……

Zhuge put his hand on the handle of his own rental door. It has been a long time since Zhuge opened the door. He doesn't know what he's hesitating about, he just feels a blank in his head... that impotent scene is always waving in his head.

But the door opened.

As usual, Nanako stood at the door, “Zhuge, you're back! ”

Zhuge looked at this face with a sweet smile, but his body instinctively took a small step back.

“Zhuge, what's wrong with you?” Nanako seems puzzled. “Are you uncomfortable? ”

Nanako reached out and touched Zhuge's forehead.

The face that made me feel incredibly happy came closer and closer, but the scene of removing my head also became incredibly clear in my mind.

Clay…

Suddenly, Zhuge's eyes turned into a pile of standing mud... a pile of shitty mud, approaching him.

Thriller!

Closer and closer.

“Don't!”

Almost instinctively, perhaps out of fear, Zhuge consciously waved his arm and slapped it open on the palm of his forehead.

“Zhuge...” Nanako glanced at the scene, and the sweet smile seemed to disappear. "Did you... see it, in the park...”

Zhuge also looked at his palms and stunned...

I… I am…

“I... I... I...”

Back off, back off, back off. Zhuge felt his tongue dry for a while and turned around and ran down the stairs.

“Zhuge! ”

He was downstairs, letting Buddha hear a crying cry... but he wanted to run, run as far away as possible, be happy with him, as if instantly broken apart.

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