Trafford’s Trading Club

“This is black, this is white, this is flower, and this is marshmallows! This is honey! This is milk! This...”

Listen, Little Butterfly introduced the names of these stray cats like a couple of Janes, and Boss Lo suddenly felt something wrong when he heard it.

It's okay in the front, why does the name in the back get weird... did it reveal something?

“They all seem to like you!” Lorraine blinked, looking at the stray cats she'd been feeding for some time, and found that even if she were here, they were closer to the club owner, a stranger.

“Do you come to the bakery often to visit the shop's business?” Lochu picked up one of the stray cats and then asked.

“Because the shop business didn't seem so good...” Little Butterfly said in a low voice, but quickly rejoiced: “But the business has gotten better recently! ”

“Have you been working lately? ”

When I think of this little butterfly as a demon, I'm starving to live on the streets at first, and I'm afraid it's a Lord who doesn't randomly use his powers. I wonder where her money came from.

“Mm-hmm!” Little Butterfly nodded her head: “I met a good sister a while ago, she took me in and asked me to work for her... but I couldn't tell you her name without her consent. ”

“It's all right." Rochu laughed, and at this point he heard his tummy mumble.

This little butterfly demon has been in society for some time. He probably learned to try a lot. His ears were slightly red on the spot. He shyly lowered his head, touched his stomach, and smiled a little embarrassed.

“Drink. ”

The little butterfly looked surprised at the sudden addition of a bottle of honey to Boss Lo's palm and blinked.

“Bought it when it first came out.” Rochu opened the bottle cap, "it should still be the last sign, I think you can drink it. ”

Little butterfly suddenly remembered that the last time the boss also gave herself a bottle of honey, but she was too hungry to drink it, and just bit the bottle in the mouth, her face couldn't help but get a little redder.

But I can't hold the smell of honey that opened the lid!

So the little butterfly demon brought it directly to me. He raised his head and blew it against the mouth of the bottle. Soon, a bottle of honey had been consumed. She licked her lips with great satisfaction, "Sister Long said not to make me drink too much honey, saying too much. I've just been with milk lately. ”

“Sister Long?” Boss Lo had to laugh.

That's when I realized I seemed to have inadvertently missed something. The little butterfly demon suddenly covered his mouth and said pathetically: “You didn't hear anything, okay? ”

“I think I know who your dragon sister is.” Rochu shook his head gently: "Never mind. ”

“Ah?” The little butterfly nodded.

“So that's it.” Rochu greeted him and was only temporarily aroused, so he planned to take a look at the recent situation of this little butterfly demon. Now that he knows, he has no intention of continuing to disrupt his life.

“Ah, wait, money! ”

“No need. ”

Watching Lochu's back slowly leave this abandoned yard, the little butterfly suddenly shouted, “Well... boss, will we... see each other again? ”

She doesn't know why she asked.

But she also apparently received an answer.

“Didn't you know where I was?” Rochu whispered softly: “You can come anytime you want to find me. ”

The little butterfly looked at him and finally disappeared. He lowered his head and glanced at the empty bottle. She thought about it for a while and suddenly tightened the cap and put it in her bag.

Luo Zheng knelt down again and touched the little stray cats he was feeding. “I'm telling you, this boss is actually a good guy. ”

Suddenly the Butterfly Demon's phone rang.

“Excuse me, is that Miss Lo? As such, we are in Chaoyang remedial classes, and there are no more questions about your application. If it's convenient, please come and pay the tuition fee for the next two days and receive the information so you can go to class. ”

“Oh, okay! ”

Seems… every time I meet this boss, something good happens.

The little butterfly laughed and even the wind got quiet.

……

……

Two days have passed.

Shen Meiqiao sat alone in her son's room, and she had not spoken or eaten all day.

Husband Gu Feng came in from the outside and served a bowl of porridge. "Eat something. ”

“I... I can't eat.” Shenmi slowly held a picture of her son, and this was also a whole day.

On the glass side of the frame, a little bit of water is teardrops, some dry, some scratch a water mark, some seem to have just dropped.

Gu Feng sighed, sat down, reached over his wife's shoulder, silently closed his eyes, and said, “Jiajie will not bear to see you like this. ”

“He can't stand it?” Shenmi slowly turned on the switch and choked more than: “Without heart... without heart, would he want to leave me like this... say it! Tell me... did I do something wrong? ”

The husband said nothing but sigh.

Sammy cried softly: “Gu Feng, aren't we pushing this place too tight... what have we done wrong? ”

“I don't know…” Gu Feng grieved: “Perhaps I didn't really have a father's responsibility either. We never understood what Jiajie really thought. ”

“I forced my son to die... it's me, it's me!” Shenmi stood up slowly and slapped herself hard in the chest. "I did it! I shouldn't have forced him... I shouldn't have been so hard on him... I thought it was for his own good, it was me! It's me!! ”

Watching his wife become more and more uncontrollable, he kowtowed toward the wall. Gu Fengtong shocked, hugged her from behind and yelled angrily and angrily: “Calm down! Do you think this will help? Are you going to end up with me alone? ”

Shenmi stopped slowly. Her hands covered her face and she sat down paralyzed. She cried: “Gu Feng, we... we... how are we going to live in the future...”

“How... I don't know.” Gu Feng sighed.

There's only two of us left in this house at once. How can we live so long?

……

“It was suicide. ”

Ma SIR stunned, looking at an autopsy report brought by the old Qin of the forensic department, stunned and tightened his eyebrows, “Qin, are you sure? ”

“Living people lie, but corpses don't lie. Unless you think I'm wrong. ”

“That's not what I meant...” Machoudton smiled and smiled. "But, counting this as the fifth, it's suicide. Don't you feel really fucking weird? ”

The other side was just silent for a moment, and it was cold: “I have to get back to work, and when the autopsy is over, my job is done. The forensic physician can only determine the physical condition of the human being… and the mental condition of the deceased is insufficient for us to conclude. ”

“Spirituality?” Mahoud stunned.

“It's not a fatal wound," he said softly, "but a lot of old, new, and different shapes of wounds were found on this victim, some even from sharp instruments. If this kid was just an ordinary student, he wouldn't have so many old injuries. ”

“You mean…” Mahoud nodded: “Domestic violence? ”

“That's what you do. ”

Looking at the guy who wasn't just laughing, he left his office and Mahoud had to frown deeply.

Mahoud now had to mumble: "Shit! ”

Of course, there are even more damning things - including Gu Jiajie, the five people who have already committed suicide, all of whom are students of Chaoyang remedial classes.

Mahoud smoked one cigarette after another, and finally filled the new ashtray with ash, he picked up the phone and said, "Hey, old Liu! ”

“Mahoud! Do you talk to your boss like that? ”

“I'm not talking to you about this!” Mahoud hastily said: "Chief, I want to open a case about several suicides! ”

“Do you have proof? ”

“Article 5 Human life! What more proof do you want? ”

“… okay. ”