Trafford’s Trading Club

“It is not necessarily the son you know, even if you bring people back to life. ”

Shen Mi slowly began to understand the meaning of this sentence.

She couldn't hear his heartbeat from her son's chest, but he was able to walk. His body was cold as if it had no temperature, but his muscles were soft as normal.

He doesn't speak, but reacts to what others say... doesn't understand thinking and acts like an instinct.

The living dead... a terrible thought doesn't know when, born in Shenmei's slow brain.

But anyway.

Whatever.

“You're both mommy's sons.” Shen Mi slowly held his son's face with both hands and said softly: “You are born of me, my flesh and blood, whatever you become...”

His son's eyes suddenly blinked, as if he understood, as if he didn't —— perhaps just a biological reaction.

But Sammy thinks it's his son talking to himself. He just didn't get used to it for a while.

“It must be like this, it must be like this...” Shenmi gently said some of the reasons she weaved herself: “It hit my brain when I fell, it must be confusing... it must be like this, it must be like this, don't be afraid, child, my mother is here, ah! ”

“Are you hungry? ”

“Look at you, dirty. ”

“Want some water? ”

As if, all of a sudden, I went back to my son when he was very young, and I ate and drank Lassard, and there were no worries. Sammy slowly hugged his son, lay in bed, and gently touched his head, “Go to sleep, go to sleep...”

Suddenly, Sammy heard some noises... opening the door!

Her husband, Gu Feng, is back.

Shenmi sat up slowly and held her son tight. She said nervously: "Don't be afraid, Mom is here! Don't be afraid... I won't let this guy hit you again. No, no... No...”

……

Closed his door, changed his shoes, took a look at the living room, and finally sat down. After a while, Gu Feng shouted: I'm back.

His mood was very irritating… and not enough to describe.

He finally got out of the game after a lot of relationships. Gu Feng also asked his lawyer, even if he was really prosecuted, the lawsuit was not without a fight. It was the only news that reassured him a little.

But the other thing he had to deal with —— he and his current wife. When he married Shen Mi slowly, he was just a little fighter in the city.

Although the woman came in with a son, she also brought him some luck. In recent years, a small factory had been contracted, living conditions had improved and natural work had become busy.

Crucially, the factory, Shenmei Yong, also has a certain share.

“Mizuki, are you there? Mizu?”

Gu Feng pinched his forehead and looked fatigued: “Can we talk about this? I admit, I did beat Jiajie, and I made a mistake. But I really didn't think he'd do this... you said, which kid hasn't been beaten? Didn't my dad beat me up when I was a kid? I think we're both wrong. I beat him up, didn't you take good care of your son? Mizu, Mizu? Are you listening...”

Suddenly, a severe pain appeared behind Gu Feng's head. All he felt was his brain buzzing and then spinning for a while, he lost consciousness.

He lay down directly on the couch. Behind him, Shenmei was holding a cane in her hands, "I, I will not let you, the devil, beat my son again. ”

Shen Mi slowly woke up and threw down the cane on her hand. She knew that Gu Feng was only unconscious and did not really intend to do the most extreme things.

Shenmi suddenly rushed into the room, packed her things, and took her son out of the house.

No one can know that her dead son is alive again. She thinks she needs to hide her son first... for now!

……

……

“Ma SIR, just let Gu Feng go, is that appropriate?” The young police officer asked.

Mahoud stared at his subordinates in a bad mood, “Don't you think? I scared the shit out of him. You really think that's how you're holding people up? Gu Feng beat people up, even if we know it was domestic violence, what can we do? This is a criminal self-incrimination case, but what about the victim? He's still lying in Old Qin. Do you want him to stand up and report? ”

“What an angry man!” The young police officer had to punch his left hand in the palm of his right hand.

Mahoud frowned at this moment: “Besides, even if Gu Jiajie chose this extreme method because of domestic violence, there's one thing I can't let go of. ”

“Ma SIR is about remedial classes? ”

“Five suicides, all fallen houses, are students of this remedial class…” Mahoud nodded: “The first victim, we didn't notice, then the second forensic says it was also suicide… to the third, fourth… now. ”

At this point, another subordinate walked in with the file, "Ma SIR, the information removed from Gu Jiajie's phone, the technology has recovered. Here's a message from the deceased before he committed suicide, but using chat software, which was randomly registered, and we asked the operator, but it didn't work. ”

Mahoud hurried over to take a look, “Nine o'clock... the old place? Teacher?”

Thinking about it, Mahoud suddenly stared at his subordinate, coldly: "Do you remember mathematics in high school? ”

“What?” The young police officer suddenly had a bad feeling.

“Hey, you go to class. ”

“What? Ma SIR, look at me... is it appropriate? ”

“You don't fit, do I?” Mahoud rolled his white eyes.

……

……

The maid moved a globe out of the grocery room.

At this point, the owner of the club is turning this globe —— the map of the sphere -- with dense red dots. Of course, these red dots can only be seen by Lochu himself.

Night can only accumulate how many points she knew by touching where the Guest came from, but Lochu is different, as long as he stays close to the threshold door, he can clearly see that all that was once opened.

He spins so slowly, as if he didn't mean to stop.

“Master, Sammy slowly took her son away and knocked her husband unconscious before leaving. ”

“Society has difficulty accepting the reappearance of a dead person.” Lochu said slowly: “She doesn't want people to know that it's a normal thing to do… it's a predictable thing. ”

Lochu can't help but recall this deal.

The woman's desire was so strong that no counseling was needed at all, and Rocchu himself didn't even say anything, and the deal was done.

He shook his head and slapped his hand on the globe, stopping the spinning sphere.

And just then, a shady wind suddenly opened the club's doors, accompanied by a black smoke.

The smoke eventually formed in front of Lochu and a slightly dull and dull woman was heard.

“Black Soul XVIII, met the new master. ”

“Are you the Dark Soul Messenger who said that something didn't come?” Lochu nodded and began to gauge the old staff of the club.

The black soul lifted his hooded hat and revealed a rather frightening look.

The old face, the big nose like a hook, the silver gray but very sparse hair, like weedy hair... like that old witch in the fairy tale.

“Yes, my men are.” The Dark Soul XVIII laughs here in a gloomy shadow.

Boss Luo has seen things in different forms recently, and is not too surprised by the look of Black Soul XVIII. He just nodded: “Just see it, how it used to work, how it works now. ”

Dark Souls nodded respectfully. She began to look around and discovered that there was not only the club lady she knew, but also this other strange woman… it should not be the Dark Soul Messenger.

“This Miss Qin will stay here for the time being. ”

“Subordinates understand.” She had intended to nod her head towards Qin Chuyu, but found that she had never opened her eyes. She had some thoughts in her mind, and instead of showing them, she stared curiously at the other.

How do I put it?

The guy hanging from the ceiling, trapped in a rather subtle position.

“This is too shady, not numbered yet.” Rochu whispered, "Well... as you can see, he's got some special love. ”

The Dark Soul nodded, silently writing down some special hobbies... anyway, looking at this, she knew exactly what the so-called special hobbies meant.

Too shady, who had not spoken for a long time, raised his head slightly, grieving at the delicate maid's face like a jade stone, and suddenly lowered his head.

Really... it's not like that...

There is no such thing as a shady idea of the life of a black soul on a red flame, and now I just feel that my life of a black soul is filled with stains.

But there is little communication between the dark souls. Once a dark soul was responsible for a region, there was very little time for communication. Black Souls 18 just knew each other, didn't think about it, but took a step forward, palm of hand, appeared a few white cards.

“Master, this is the information collected by my subordinates during this period of time. ”

These were specially collected by her to congratulate the new owner on his presence. But before she could make it, she was assigned another assignment by Unight, which is why she was suppressed.

Now is the time, of course, to present ourselves for a good performance opportunity - after all, the choice of a new threshold has not yet been determined.

Although the maid said that it should not be spontaneous to bring it up as a servant, could it be possible, as a servant, to strive to show the seriousness of her work in front of her master?