Trafford’s Trading Club

Mahoud slowly sent Sammy some paper towels, and then looked at Gu Feng who could barely stay calm, “Mr. Gu, hi, it's Mahoud. I want to ask you a few questions. Do you mind? ”

“Ask.” Gu Feng took a deep breath and barely responded.

Mahoud nodded, “When was the last time you saw Gu Jiajie? ”

Gu Feng thought for a moment, "Last night, around 11: 30. Before I went to bed, I talked to him. I didn't think...”

“Has your son had any enemies lately, or any unusual behavior?” Mahoud continued to ask as if he could not see his family's face.

Gu Feng shook his head: “My son is very knowledgeable, he never messes around outside, and he's also very filial... lately, there's nothing unusual about it. ”

“Have you got a phone for your son?” Mahoud went on to ask.

“Yes, yes.” Gu Feng hastily said: “The latest mobile phone, he had a good exam last semester, especially during the summer vacation. I bought it with him! ”

“As such, Mr. Gu, we cannot confirm the cause of your son's death for the time being.” MacHood slowed down: “But I'd like to take your son's phone back and we'll go to your son's room. Also, I have to remind you now that the coroner may autopsy your son's body if needed, and I hope you will cooperate. ”

“What, and dissect my son's body?” Shen Mei softened and cried in sorrow: “My son has already done this. Do you still want to touch his body? ”

Mahoud said, “Don't you want to know if your son committed suicide or something else? ”

Sammy had no idea but to lie on her husband's chest and cry. Mahoud shook his head and knew that nothing could be asked of the couple for the time being.

He came to his side somewhat irritated, lit a cigarette, and waited for the issuer to arrive - when a shadow broke into his sight.

Slightly shadowed, he stayed with a hat and walked away from the crowd. Mahoud subconsciously tried to walk up, but heard one of the officers.

“Ma SIR, the forensics are here! ”

“Oh... oh well, I'll be right over. ”

Between the answers, Mahoud had lost the shadow of that shadow, and there were still a lot of gourd eaters in front of him. Officer Ma Da was at once dissatisfied: “Then who! Didn't I tell you to evacuate the spectators? Where are the people?”

……

……

“Two bags, one meal, one pack. ”

“All right! ”

In front of the bakery, the owner who was rubbing his head against the dough answered casually, but quickly raised his head. As soon as he saw the customers here, he laughed with surprise: "O Rochu! It's you. Long time no see! Come on, sit inside! ”

“You first. ”

Since Grandma and Grandpa left, Brother Chen has also taken over the bakery for some time. After a glance at the seemingly more skilful gesture of his old son, Lo Qiu smiled and walked into the bakery.

Seems more popular than when old Chen just left.

“Long time no see, why are you back today?” Chen's son put a towel on his shoulder, wiped his sweat and sat across from Lochu.

“Suddenly I remembered, I came. By the way, go back to the old house and clean up.” Rochu said softly, "How have you been lately? ”

“Alas!” Chen's son answered with a smile: “Same old. But to say something, it's probably more comfortable than before. ”

Chen's son held his tea and slowly said: “Man, at first you think you're not used to it, but you're just not far from accepting it. But if it's accepted, it's not so bad. A different way of life, actually. ”

He looked at the old neighborhoods that had accepted the smell of his bun and laughed: “I've been getting some things figured out lately. My dad, he's been sticking around for a long time... I guess he has his own reasons to come. ”

Old Chen's eyes gradually grew tender. His smile was good, like the smell of this bun shop bun.

Humanity.

“Tastes good.” Lochu broke a fresh bun and took a sip of it and admired it.

Chen's son chuckled. “That's good! I was afraid you'd say it didn't taste good. Your kid is so scary when he doesn't laugh. He looks like a little old man. He doesn't know when to say a scary word, but he's serious! ”

“…” Rochu appealed, silencing first.

At this point, another guest arrived at the bakery and stood in front of the store and said something softly. Chen's son glanced past Roquette and looked at the past, "Here comes the little girl again. ”

Rocciu turned around and found out that it was a woman with a mask and a hat, "Little girl? ”

“It doesn't sound very loud.” Chen's son nodded, “I think it's the little girl. I've been back every other day or two for the last month or two, and I always buy a lot of bags. ”

Chen's son shrugged: “But I don't talk much. Every time I pay, I go with something. Ah, gone again, this time it looks like it's in a hurry. ”

After seeing the little girl in front of the store full of money, she lowered her head and left hastily. No one knew what she really looked like.

“Boss, put the bag here first, I'll come back later to get it.” Rochu suddenly stood up and said.

“Oh, okay! ”

……

Inside the alley in the old town, the little girl with a big bag of bags affixed to the exit position of the alley, carefully probed out and looked at her own way.

Seems relieved, little girl, that's when she patted her breasts and turned around. She pulled down her mask and smelled the bun in her bag, smiling.

“Incense? ”

“Incense!” the little girl answered without thinking, but soon discovered something wrong... who asked her?

She turned around suddenly and looked at the man who had unwittingly appeared behind her. She was very frightened and made a slight sound.

“Do I look horrible?” Lochu looked at the little girl in front of him - not someone else, but the little butterfly demon, Lochun.

“No, no.” The little butterfly demon lowered his head and was a little afraid to look at Mr. Lo.

Rochu laughed. “When did you change your bread? Didn't you always stop eating? ”

Luo Zheng raised his head and blinked. “It's not for me, it's for Blackie. ”

“Blackie? ”

“Mmm!”

……

The so-called little black ones, they don't mean anyone, they're a bunch of stray cats.

Just in the garden of an abandoned old house in the corner of the old city, the little butterfly demon was squatting on the ground, stripping the bags and feeding them one by one to the stray cats that emerged from the bushes all over the yard.

Looking at the kitten licking the butterfly demon's fingers and making her smile, Rochu suddenly felt a little more comfortable here.

“Give me a bun.” He squatted down and said softly.

That's how they feed the cat.

Boss Lo feels funny. Last time she was fed, this time she was fed a cat.