Trafford’s Trading Club

“What is the rumor of the ‘teacher'?” Mahoud frowned directly at this time.

Ren Ziling said: "There is a saying that out of so many teachers in the remedial classes, one teacher is particularly good. No matter how bad the grades are, any person who finds this person can improve his grades immediately. ”

Ren Ziling lowered his head and looked at the street downstairs: “It is said that there are several students whose grades could not be saved because of this teacher, whose grades have soared. ”

Mahoud was stunned: “Now that you've come to this remedial class, will you have to improve your grades? ”

“No, I heard it was the kind of person who was born not with learning materials, but was forced to come here by his parents and couldn't learn by himself.” Ren Ziling thought about it for a while: “I don't know if this was the case at first. ”

“Hmm...” Mahoud nodded, suddenly saying, “I think I can get a look at the previous learning scores of the previous deceased. ”

“Then I'll find out who the teachers are for this remedial class.” Ren Ziling nodded afterwards.

“Stay in touch.” Mahoud also agreed to nod his head.

Unexpectedly, Ren Ziling suddenly pulled a stack of textbooks from the bag and stuffed it into Mahoud's hands. This makes Ma SIR wonder, "What is this to do? ”

“Homework!” Ren Ziling took it for granted: “Help me with my homework! I have to keep coming to class, honey! ”

“Wait, why me? ”

“It's not you, is it me? ”

Why does that sound like something you've heard?

“That's it! I have to go back. It's too late! My boss will be nagging me! You don't know, this kid is really talking! ”

……

“You go back first, I'll see what this woman has to say. ”

Seeing the two people on the opposite rooftop, Long Xiao looked softly at Lo Jiao and said something. The little butterfly demon who had seen the dragon sister's talent nodded quickly, her legs gently and disappeared into the night.

Long Xi changed her eyes and mumbled: “What's going on with this remedial class? ”

She quickly shook her head and easily fell from the tall building in the alley of the building. Shortly afterwards, Long Xie saw a red car coming out.

This dragon in the demonic realm jumped directly onto the roof of this red car... silently.

On the road, people driving cars and even pedestrians on the road would not notice her presence - it was not difficult for her to distort the light projected around her.

“This woman... she drives really fast. ”

Long Xi looked at the vehicle that was constantly being overtaken by his side. She squatted down slowly, reaching out to the roof of the car and quickly gave a more puzzling look.

First of all, she didn't think the little butterfly demon would lie to herself - that is, the woman who drove the car did threaten Lorraine and saw through her history at first sight.

However... this woman seems to be just a human being.

“I do have some very weak spirituality, but at best it's just that level of health.” Dragon and Eve had to be more confused.

This woman's spirituality, rather than being cultivated by herself, is contaminated from somewhere: for example, wearing something with a lot of spirituality for a long time.

“People are ghosts. Try and find out. ”

She believed that some instinctive reactions would never escape her gaze - Long Yi's fingers gently spotted the red car.

At the same time, when Ren Ziling saw the red light in front, he thought that it was not on any unmanned highway at this time. It was not appropriate to rush past it... so he stepped on the brake.

Occasionally, follow the traffic rules. The vice editor suddenly laughed and pulled out the phone, intending to make a phone call while waiting for the red light... 120 seconds of red light, it's like * * * * *!

But she quickly noticed something was wrong... the braking system seemed to have failed - the car was not going to slow down at all, just rushed across the intersection and ran all the way!

……

……

After leaving the house, Shen Mi Jiao didn't know where to go - with her son. She ever wanted to leave this place, find a place where no one knew her, and take good care of her son, who turned out to be this way.

But she was worried about when her son would turn into a cold, cold corpse —— and she knew that mysterious place must be in some corner of the city.

If something happened, would that place help her again? Sammy had to think about that weird contract.

But she didn't regret it.

Taking a deep breath, Shenmi slowly pushed open the hotel door - she knocked out Gu Feng and was reluctant to see the man who used to share a bed with her again, currently only temporarily choosing to rent a house outside.

Just now, when the door opened, a woman in a black dress walked out. She just seemed to be planning on going out.

I only heard the old man at the front desk of the hotel come up this time enthusiastically towards the woman in the black dress very enthusiastically: “Miss Blackwater, are you going out to buy food again? ”

Shen Mi Yong didn't care too much. She climbed up the stairs and headed upstairs.

And the conversation between the woman in the black dress and the hotel uncle was still going on, and the woman in the black dress suddenly asked, "Boss, when did this woman check in? ”

“Ah? Five or six in the afternoon.” The old man thought for a moment: “Why? Miss Blackwater, do you know her? ”

“No. ”

The woman in the black dress said softly, and suddenly she looked up at the ceiling of the hotel lobby, muttering in her heart: but with a slight corpse.

A person can be contaminated with a lot of corpses, and in a black dress she can't figure out where she came from all at once... to see that this place is not a permanent place to live.

Just as he was looking after the black water of many demons, thinking about whether to move out of the place, he saw the woman who had just climbed up the stairs and rushed down and rushed into front of the uncle. He grabbed the other man's arm nervously and asked: "Boss! Have you seen my son? ”

“Your son?” the uncle glanced. "Ma'am, you and I only met once this afternoon. How do I know your son? ”

“I said the one who came with me this afternoon!” Shenmei asked more urgently.

Uncle stunned and said, “It's your son! I thought... oh, nothing. The guy you were talking about, I just seemed to see him go out. I asked him where he was, and he didn't answer me, and he didn't say a word. ”

“Thank you." Shenmi slowly let go, but ran straight out of the hotel.

The hotel uncle couldn't feel his head, but found out that the black water had disappeared.

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After a while, Mr. Lo did not immediately begin to read the information inside.

The information card spins slowly in his palm. All of a sudden, Rochu dropped them off. He stood up, waved, and on the sofa near the window on the second floor of the club, a thick ledger appeared empty-handed, lying there.

Lochu had to wonder what benchmarks his predecessor chose to use to open the doors of criticality - points that seemed to be traceable.

So, is there a place that my former boss deliberately didn't open -- where he deliberately didn't open it?

For this reason, Lochu attempted to find some traces of spider silk from this numerical trading history as Hang He Sha.

But as he flipped to a page, his fingers stopped.

Before the pages had been completely lifted, Mr. Lo suddenly raised his head and, between now and then, he had disappeared into the club.

A strong mood of discomfort made him do this.

The next moment, Rocchu had stood on a pedestrian bridge on a road somewhere in the city, looking at a red car and rushing directly through his basement.

Lochu clearly saw another man standing on the roof of the car.

“Long Xi Ruo...”