Trafford’s Trading Club

Vice Editor Ren came to the station with two boxes of western cakes. Of course, the place she visited could be described as deserted for her.

Mahoud, who was playing with mine clearance in his office, didn't dare breathe at this point, because it would be the highest possible score he would ever score.

After more than a decade of mine clearance, it's never been as good as it is today, just the last one. Ma SIR really thinks that if he had the help of God today, he would have had no live broadcast.

He even wiped the slight sweat off his palms before clicking on the last one, "Come on! My flood power!! It's time to witness the miracle! ”

So he took a deep breath, preparing for the Battle of Backwater with more than a decade of faith, waiting for the time of honor, and the door of the office was slammed open.

“Old horse! Afternoon tea!”

For the horse SIR sounds like a nightmare suddenly, his men's consciousness slipped... BOW!

“Ren Ziling!! Me and you are on the same side!!! ”

……

“The cake at this western cake house is not bad.” Mahoud took a bite, but looked at the troubled woman with a constant precaution: “How many tickets are there this month? Honestly, I don't do more than 10! ”

“Exactly ten."

“…” Ma Houde pinched his eyebrows, sighed, and picked up the second piece of the pancake.

Anyway, if you don't want to eat white or not, this job must be done... eat more, save the cheap guy outside, “Little Rochu is back? ”

“Hmm! Yesterday's plane... Oh, yes, it's a letter he asked me to bring you. ”

Looking at the delivery was an ashtray, MaSIR suddenly picked up his eyebrows with a smile and played with the same detail as Bao: “This is good! Or does Rochu understand me? ”

Not long later.

Mahoud lay down on the table and approached, whispering: “Last time you said, Little Rochu had a girlfriend, what did Zhang look like? ”

“Mahoud, when were you such a bitch?” Ren Ziling chuckled: “It's been a long time, hasn't it? Didn't we say we were going to create a piece of paper? We worked overtime like old dogs. ”

Mahoud responded casually: “Already Huang, the city's leader, can still work without a paralyzed home, it's already quite conscientious. ”

“Are you really free these days?” Ren Ziling suddenly asked.

“I have no material for you here.” Mahoud really knows what's on this woman's mind, "the world has been so peaceful lately! No strange cases, except for some thieves, if you're interested, go outside and find out for yourself. ”

“Didn't you say that suicide killed several people? ”

“Didn't you say it was suicide?” Mahoud still manipulates the ashtray, “said Qin, an old forensic surgeon, who did indeed commit suicide. We've learned that although it's a coincidence that they're all students, these people don't complain, they're recognized as good students, and they're not in the same school, but..."

“But what?” Ren Ziling glanced.

Mahoud turned his back and said, "Can you not hide your pen? Did I promise you to record it? ”

The Vice Editor Ren chuckled.

Mahoud lit a cigarette: “But they all attended a remedial class. I heard recently that we've learned about this remedial class, and there's nothing wrong with it. Serious licensing sources, teachers in classes, are very experienced retired teachers. ”

Ren Ziling frowned: “But don't you think it's strange that all the students in this remedial class committed suicide? ”

“It's weird.” MacHood nodded: “The problem is that they did commit suicide. That's right, one of them was filmed on surveillance and walked up to the roof alone. The same conclusion was reached by the forensic physician and the evidence gathering side. The case leader is closed, and the family has taken the body back. What can I do? Besides, anyone who goes to this remedial class will commit suicide. Don't they have to do their business? ”

Ma SIR shrugged: “It can only be said that the pressure on these children is too much right now. Besides, how many students commit suicide every day in the country doesn't count. It's just that ordinary people don't know. Don't you understand? ”

“Give me the address of that remedial class.” Ren Ziling suddenly buried his hand.

“What do you want? We're all done here, so don't mess around, okay? ”

“Can't I give my grandson an advance understanding of the situation? My grandson won't need a college entrance exam! Later?” Ren Ziling glanced.

“Grandson, grandson??” Mahoud stood still and suddenly his hands slapped hard on the table and stood up like a dancer, "Xiao Rochu is such a coward!! Big belly!! Bull, the unmarried have children! It's Brother Lo's kind! ”

“What are you talking about? I'm talking about advance!" Ahead! "Ren Ziling sighed, mumbling.“ I thought he had such good energy. ”

“Scare me...”

……

Looking at Ren Ziling leaving the situation with the address of the remedial class with satisfaction, Black Soul No. 18 always felt a little stressed... Listen, these two ‘big people' are here to talk about the new owner randomly, okay?

When will this mission end?

Black Soul No. 18 sighed and floated... This woman drove a little too fast and didn't know where she was going without paying attention.

“Dark Soul XVIII, stop. ”

“Ah, Miss Unight! ”

Black Soul 18 turned around hastily, just wondering when the club maid appeared behind her.

The maid also had a shopping bag filled with vegetable meat and stuff, "How did you get here? Miss Unight. ”

“Eighteen, get ready and come back in two days to see the new owner.” Unight commanded softly.

Black Soul 18 stunned: “But don't you have to keep guarding Miss Ren? ”

The maid said softly: "The new master has opened the threshold, and I can no longer hide you. Besides, you don't have to do this job with your new master's current abilities. ”

“The gates of criticality are open?” Black Soul XVIII surprisingly: “No wonder I've had an instinctive unwillingness to come near Miss Ren since yesterday. ”

For Dark Soul Messengers scattered around the world, the opening of the Gate of Criticality is a great place to make their work easier - when there are enough points to call the Gate of Criticality, it means that every Dark Soul Messenger has a ‘land' of his own, not all in the same place, with little wolf flesh.

As for her unwillingness to approach, I'm afraid it's a manifestation of the boss's will - which may have been unintentional, but obvious to the dark soul.

“Well, the new owner hasn't officially opened his dots yet.” Night was quiet: “The master did not intend, let us not mention it as servants. ”

“I get it.” Black Soul 18 nodded helplessly.

She knew that this was a reminder from the maid that the new owner should not set the spot in a way that would be convenient for her former region.

Since the club gave birth to this maid 300 years ago, those dark soul messengers are three meters tall.

“Take a break for two days.” Night nods, “I have to go back and prepare dinner for the owner. ”

“Take your time, Miss Unight. ”

……

……

Club.

Lochu habitually picked up a cup of black tea and took a sip, then stopped. He noticed something wrong with the tea and raised his head unconsciously.

The person who found the tea for him was not Yu Night, but Qin Chuyu.

“Your servant went shopping and told me to get you some water this time.” Qin Chuyu said softly.

There's nothing unsatisfactory about it… but there seems to be something unsatisfactory about it.

“Are you used to living here?” Lochu dropped the teacup and asked softly.

Qin Chuyu said: "For me, there is no difference between living anywhere. Instead, here, it allows me to recover the loss of this world even faster. ”

Lo Qiu asked curiously: "I heard Tai Yin say that the work in the white jade card, you have built very few people for years. Even from the generation after you, that is, for almost 500 years, only you have succeeded. ”

“What do you want to ask?” Qin Chuyu said softly.

Lochu smiled slightly: “I was just wondering if anyone had fixed it before you, and then, like you... now, in the way of a lifetime, somewhere. ”

“Don't you know everything?” Qin Chuyu said softly: “Why are you asking me? ”

Boss Luo just laughed and didn't answer the question - you can't say that intelligence has a price, but from what you know, we don't have to waste it... so sloppy.

“It's true that there are only two people besides me. One is my master and the other is my first grandmaster.” Qin Chuyu suddenly said: “I'm looking for them too. ”

Lochu thought about it, and suddenly he said, "If you want to find them, why don't you go through us? ”

“This is not necessary.” After Qin Chuyu completed the task of delivering water with tea, he returned to the corner of the lobby. Before closing his eyes, he only heard her almost indifferent: “This is part of the practice. ”

Finally, she closed her eyes and went into the world of her own thoughts.

Looking at the way Qin Chuyu sat down, it seemed that a similar appearance had been seen somewhere between the trance of Lo Qiu.

By the way... he remembered the statue where he got his first card of gold and silver.

He's one of those things I forgot about.

Boss Lo shook his head and continued to look at the world atlas he had just opened today… not knowing the world of these monks very well.

Think about where the dots should be set.

……

“... 24 Gao Jing Road... right here. ”

After checking the address at hand and finding the destination, Ren Ziling stopped the car. She looked around, and the neighborhood was full of office buildings, and the furthest commercial streets followed by two kilometres.

This kind of office building is quite quiet, and it does seem more suitable for remedial classes.

“The owner of this remedial classroom is very attentive. ”

After taking a look, Ren Ziling was ready to climb onto the coursework floor of the building in front of him.

Before the elevator door closed, a rushing noise suddenly appeared and said, "Wait, please wait! ”

Ren Ziling pressed the key to open the door and saw Xiaoran in as a pretty clean little girl, about eighteen or nine years old, right?

By the way, carry a box of Trensou.

Are you here to make up for the class?