Trafford’s Trading Club

Drinking an equally bizarre, explosive head, tights, flower plaid shirt, a pair of vintage American '70s and' 80s old folks... should be black tea, Jessica ever thought of leaving the place right away because it didn't seem like it meant detaining her.

But she stayed.

Inconceivable!

Just pay enough to get anything you want from here. Western legends abound, and many of them are about making deals with demons.

But what she didn't expect was that this magical thing would happen in this exotic country —— for a moment, Jessica thought she was hypnotized. But she also had a lot of training on anti-hypnosis, which made her… not seem hypnotized.

“I'm looking for someone. How much do I have to pay for my life?” Jessica tries, “If you're so amazing, you should know who I want to find. ”

Who else?

This time Lochu could easily answer without even spending extra life on the altar buying information, “Just one month's life, and I will bring you to the gentleman you wish to find. ”

It does not say the name, it merely refers to the word "sir", indicating the gender… and it also indicates that nature knows exactly who the person Jessica is talking about.

Life is too long to know where it ends. Meaningless action only wastes lives - humankind always spends more time on boring and unproductive things. If you can find someone in just one month, Jessica thinks it's a good deal to buy and sell.

“Okay, deal!” Jessica nodded decisively, "but if you lied to me, I wouldn't take it as if it hadn't happened! ”

……

“The gentleman the Guest is looking for is on the third floor of this hotel, room 302. ”

Jessica subconsciously leaned back and held the third floor, and did see that the curtains in a room were completely closed, "Right here? ”

She turned around and still had a stunned, nervous, even frightening look on her face - because just a few seconds ago she was in the club, but just a blink of an eye, everything changed dramatically.

She's already on a street!

And the so-called owner has disappeared… Whether or not the words are in this hotel, the way that this moment reaches another scene is enough to keep Jessica from recovering for a long time.

She subconsciously recalls the location of this amazing store, but never clearly recalls… When did she walk in and she seemed to be in a supermarket supply area before she walked in?

“Who are you looking for? Who, who, are, you... you, looking, for? ”

Looking at the newspaper's hotel owner felt someone walking in, talking and dropping the newspaper... and immediately switching the painting.

When the club was over, it was important to determine whether the words were here or not. Jessica glanced at the owner and left several hundred dollar bills on the counter, "I was just looking for someone. ”

“Oh, whatever.” The boss nodded, "just don't do anything. ”

This type of hotel, Jessica, sees too much and is usually used to hide people. She measured the boss, felt no major problem, then walked up the stairs and quickly reached the room 302.

Jessica parked on the side of the door, then reached out and knocked, but the sound was unusually strange.

One short, two long, four short, three long (Moss code, in order W, H, O).

She then stuck her body on the wall.

After a moment of waiting, there seemed to be no movement… but Jessica, against the wall, could almost hear the slightest noise in the room.

She knocked on the door again the same way and pressed her hand over her rifle so that it could be pulled out at any time.

Waiting a while, still unresponsive… that's when the door starts to sound the same beat.

Jessica pressed down the sudden joy of her heart, knocking carefully and continuously on the door panel.

J-E-S-S-I-C-A, Jessica.

Knock.

The door lock rang slightly but did not open immediately. But Jessica was already pressing her impulse, twisting the handle instantly and pushing the door open!

“Ye, you're really here! ”

Jessica approached Ye Yan almost in a punch and stuck him in his arms, hugging him tightly, "Thank God you're really here! ”

Ye first frowned and then loosened his hands.

He sat down and said calmly: "You came to get me. To be able to find me in this place, Jessica, your abilities are a little unexpected to me… even you, even more surprising to me. ”

Skip the club thing.

Jessica hastily said: "Ye, go back with me first. I believe you have been wronged. You're wanted outside. You're in danger. Why don't you go back to HQ? I'll find a way to prove your innocence. ”

Ye Yan sneered: “You don't know? Anyone who wants my life is in their own home. I went back to die. ”

Jessica frowned: “Suddenly something happened to you, it turns out to be a traitor inside of us… but don't worry, I'll find a way to send you to a special guard, 24-hour surveillance, even if someone wants to do something to you, they won't dare mess with it. You should know how dangerous you are out there and not exposed. ”

Ye looked at Jessica.

Jessica instinctively took a step backwards, but slowed down. Her wrist was quickly snapped directly by the leaves.

“You don't believe me.” Jessica moved her lips and her voice was light and light.

Ye said calmly: “At least so far, there is not one in headquarters that I can fully believe. ”

Jessica pulled her pistol backwards and held it out, “Three years ago, that's how you convinced me to trust you. Now, I just want you to believe me, too. ”

Yea remained silent, from taking the gun, to clamping his finger on the trigger, to putting the gun at Jessica's forehead.

Jessica took a deep inhale and closed her eyes, "Please let me help you. ”

……

Long after, Jessica slowly opened her eyes. Ye have lowered his hands.

He still looks just like Jessica did three years ago when she first saw him, with no clean slag, gloomy eyes, slightly pale skin. He was almost forty years old, but he looked thirty years younger.

“I'm not going back with you. ”

“At least let me stay with you. ”

Jessica grabbed Ye Yan's palm and clasped it tightly against her forehead.

From China to France, from strangers to acquaintances, she has spent three years with him.

One thousand and ninety-five revolving days.

Twenty-six thousand, two hundred and eighty Greenwich Standard Time.