Trafford’s Trading Club

In a mess, he fled in a street alley, as two men in leather suits were chasing behind him.

His face was desperate, but the opposite was his speed, and he had to hold his right leg in the direction of his walk.

And his right thigh is on, and it's wrapped in a gray white strip —— of course, it's already bleeding.

Like red ink dissolving in water, bright red and dark red, the blood that does not bleed in time turns into a layered pattern on the cloth.

He couldn't walk fast enough, so he had to take advantage of the complex city streets to get away from each other's chases. Gradually, he thought, I'm afraid even he's lost his way.

“I'm sorry. ”

As if he had hit someone, he didn't have time to take a closer look. After a quick glance, he rushed into another alley.

He didn't know what he had fallen out of his clothes after hitting a person: a tube of paint.

……

There was no need for Lochu to do it, and when his eyes curiously landed on the ground, the maid had picked it up one step at a time and sent it to him.

Two men in suits walked out of the alley before Rocchu could even look at them.

Well, fitted, straight suit, at first glance, probably like the elite.

Looking at only two people here, one of them saw this tube of paint in Mr. Lo's hand and asked directly in English: “Gentlemen, did you see a man walking by and his leg was injured and should be well recognized. ”

East hole… Men have switched directly to the language where they have the greatest chance of communicating.

Boss Lo suddenly stretched out his finger without pressure, pointing in the opposite direction to where the man who had just rushed away walked into the alley.

The man interviewed glanced and nodded and quickly walked into the alley.

At this time, his companion pulled out his wallet from the inner pocket of his suit, stuffed two bills into Mr. Lo's hand, said a quick thank you and followed suit.

“… am I making money?” Lochu looked at his maid somewhat incredibly.

Yu Nodded, smiling: "Yes, Master has made money. ”

Luo Qiuguan shook his head like a rocker, but looked more interested at the tube of paint on his hand… it had been used and the position of the tail had been curled to the position of the middle section.

Lemon yellow.

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……

Vera, who was chewing gum, had just circled the stolen gallery —— because of the theft, the gallery was temporarily closed today, but a cordon was set around it.

“There are guards at the entrance... Vika, do you see what's happening in the museum?” Vera pressed her own ear - something that was tucked in here in a small way - and that's what she was in touch with Vika, who was working in a RV.

Meanwhile, parked in an RV on the other side of the museum, Vika was pointing at two screens, biting a piece of toast, her hands banging on the keyboard at high speed, seemingly too busy to say: "Dear Queen Vera, do you think I'm just cracking a computer that only reads * * * * * * * pages? ”

“I'll go inside first.” Vera blew a whistle.

Vika also ignored the toast that fell out of her mouth because of surprise at this moment, hastily objecting: “I don't know what's going on in there, those cops should still be walking, you will be considered directly... well, you are the most arbitrary queen I've ever seen! ”

Communications were temporarily shut down, and Vika could only sigh and had to work harder on the job at hand.

For Vera, she had many ways to get into the museum, but apparently she chose the most unhindered way.

As a magician, it's not hard to get his ID card from an employee who sneaks out and smokes.

Of course - before that, the handsome magician lady had changed her clothes and worn a pair of very clumsy black framed glasses, even her hair.

As a result, the handsome magician walked in brightly, looking at the policeman at the door.

Obviously, a guarded policeman remains in the stolen area, but no one can see anything like it - probably interrogating confessions or something.

Vera walked by, but her eyes were like falcons, and just for a moment, the place where the famous paintings had been stolen had been completely recorded in her mind - even the layout of every part of the place.

She has begun to paint the structure of this museum in her mind.

Suddenly a young man came towards her at this moment… and shouted directly, "Wait a minute. ”

The trench coat worn reveals a hidden corner of the bag when walking. Vera stunned, her back heel slightly retracted, but met the man's gaze, "Is something wrong? ”

And the man said, "Where is the bathroom… oh, my tummy seems a little uncomfortable. ”

“Over there.” Vera fingered.

“Thank you!” the man nodded hastily, "My name is Yergo... by the way, you should look better without glasses. ”

Vera squinted her eyes and watched Yergo rush to the place where she didn't know if there was a bathroom, and when she was going to leave like this, she heard footsteps.

She hid behind the columns and saw only a middle-aged man with a big belly. The divine colour walked a little rushed, turning back frequently... only if someone found him.

Vera glanced and followed him quietly.

“… well, I've just taken a statement with the police… well, everything is fine… as soon as possible, as soon as possible. ”

But all she could hear was this one-sided response, and she quietly took a picture of the man on her cell phone.

That's when she dived out of the museum —— she took off her coat and glasses on the street, left them in the trash can, and went back to the RV.

Vika only relieved herself at this point, but said with a blameful tone: "I suppose I don't want to see you come back so easily, because I'd rather have you suffer. ”

Vera picked up a bottle of beer from the refrigerator and pryed it open, walked up to Vika and held her hand up to the table, quickening the tunnel: “The painting... disappeared by itself. ”

“You mean a magician turned it away, right?” Vika rolled her white eyes.

Vera opened the phone and said, "Help me find out who this guy is and who he is... and next time you buy props, can you buy some good looking glasses? ”

Vika... Vika blinked and blushed.

……

……

He protruded his head nervously, looking carefully back at the path he had taken - only three or two pedestrians could be seen.

Doesn't seem to be catching up.

He just took a big breath and slipped down the wall. Vigorous exercise made his lips look slightly lighter and dry, while his face muscles had to twist together on his legs.

“Want some water? ”

At that time, mineral water had been in front of him.

The very bad looking man looked up subconsciously and saw a man and a woman… one of them seemed to be the young man he had just hit.

“You, who are you?” With a hint of hesitation and panic, the man put his hands on the wall and began to push his body as hard as he could.

“This is what you just dropped.” Rocciu spread out his palm, and this is where the lemon yellow paint came in.

The man suddenly grabbed the paint back from Lochu's hand and stuffed it in his clothes - he seemed a little relaxed, looked at the bottle of mineral water and subconsciously swallowed the mouth and spit.

So he hurriedly unwrapped the horizon and quickly filled it with several bites before rubbing his mouth, revealing a puzzling look, "Someone is chasing me... they didn't ask you for directions? ”

He clearly remembers the distance between the chase, between himself and the other person, so that when he hits a person, the other person will surely also meet the men and women.

“Well, I probably made a little prank. ”

The man stood still and hesitated: "Why are you helping me? ”

Boss Lo said softly: "Sir, have you forgotten? We've met before. ”

“Before?” The man gave a stunned expression.

"A few days ago, at the museum, Didn't you tell me about Unknown Girl? ”

This is the lunatic I met at the museum that day.

PS1: I looked at the page today and found that clicking on it is half dead anyway... so let's get more tickets!

PS2: Yes, that's right, this is the virgin request for subscription… subscription request =. =