Trafford’s Trading Club

The maid is naturally well aware of the boss's fate.

She thought the boss would take the old photo directly, but soon, the boss put it back where it belonged on the wall.

The boss smiled and reached over it once, as if it had never been removed.

Rochu just took out his phone, took this old photo, and saved it.

Lochu just looked at Yu Night and said softly: "This picture is missing a part of the wall, it's not very nice, is it? ”

The maid nodded softly.

Lochu held up her hand and came to the window. He pulled open some of the old blinds here and made the sun shine a little brighter, smiling: "Here, I'll take one for you too. ”

Unight was a little surprised, but soon followed. She's used to responding to her master's requests. The maid didn't walk directly into the sun, she knew where to stand to make the light work better.

But the boss didn't use the phone he was holding. His palm was in the flip room, and a walnut-coloured wooden box had appeared in his palm.

Just a collection from the club's warehouse.

I opened the wooden box and it was filled with what the boss wanted to use… the camera.

A Hassel 500C with a golden edge.

The boss lowered his head, slightly bent his back, looked at the lens on the Hassel 500C, “Well, it didn't work, but you really managed all the clothes, did you lift your chin a little? ”

Time went away quietly in the sound of the shutter.

……

When Old Von pulled open the iron gate outside the house, time seemed to flow again.

After opening the iron gate, Feng glanced at the gap in the door. Here, before he went out, he clamped a little book page under the door… and the leaves, they were still in place.

Not much higher than the ankle.

Old Feng felt relieved. He reached out and pulled out the leaves. This opened the door and walked in. Old Feng weighs this old house well.

Seems confused, but doesn't feel anything wrong. Old Feng shook his head and wondered if he was a little too sensitive.

Lao Feng quickly closed the doors and put down his toolbox. This day, instead of starting work immediately, he quickly took out a book recording the size of Summer's height.

Old Feng raised the shears and walked to the corner of the wall, using this measure came out a height... the height of Summer's height.

Old Feng carefully engraved this height on the wall.

Though it differs greatly from the other scales on the corner of the wall, Old Von is satisfied with this moment.

Feeling this new scratch gently, Feng smiled.

Because he never thought he would have another day to do this… Feng felt it was too luxurious - more luxurious than his life.

……

……

Escaping prisoners is not an excuse to fool the past - especially those who have been characterized as extremely dangerous.

In addition to the official issuance of wanted notices to all radio and television stations, task forces have been established.

In addition to the section managed by MaSIR, two additional teams of police officers were drawn from the conference room.

They are updating.

“Over the past two days, our men have been guarding major bus stations, railway stations and even airport locations without trace of the prisoners. ”

“The lynchers, the illegal rooster owners, we checked, and we didn't find them. Zhao Ru did not leave a consumption record, but we have asked the bank to freeze her account. ”

“No information has yet been received from citizens. Nor did she return to where she had originally lived. ”

“Ma SIR, is it possible that Zhao Ru has fled the city? She was saved by an accomplice, and we don't know who the accomplice is, and she still has a good chance of leaving. Shall we request backup from other cities? ”

“Um," Mahoud knocked, “I've already informed the other cities, and they're already on the move. But I think she's very unlikely to leave the city. ”

“Ma SIR, do you think the prisoner will keep it?” One policeman doesn't understand: “She's been exposed, and we're looking for her, too. What's her motive? ”

"Remember the last time she tried to escape? ”

“Take… with you those materials! ”

Mahoud nodded: "That's right, with pictures of the spirit used to torture the students in remedial classes. We assume she's afraid of losing things, so she's afraid to escape. But why didn't she destroy this almost fatal evidence for her when she left? You're taking it away? ”

“Ma SIR, you mean those students on her notebook, still her target?” The officer was stunned: “How dare she? ”

“However, I have examined Zhao Ru… the psychological condition of this woman is somewhat problematic.” Another policeman said, "For mentally abnormal prisoners, it's hard to analyze her actions with the minds of normal people. ”

Mahoud nodded: “Well, that's what I thought. It is undoubtedly the sea fishing needle that guards the train station to find someone. Why don't we start with the students on those files. Lin Feng, you can assign personnel for whatever reason, contact the students on the information as soon as possible to see if they have received any suspicious emails recently or anything... pay attention to the mental state of these students! ”

Young police officer… Lin Feng nodded quickly.

He needs to work harder... after all, he lost the prisoner, he is also a client, can't work hard,

“All right, all right, let's get to work!” Ma SIR clapped his hands and kicked people out of this room.

He glanced at Wang Yuechuan sitting in the corner and said softly: “Comrade Wang, we're out of conference rooms. I can't pack anything here for a while, so you'll just be a minute. ”

“Nothing." Wang Yuechuan just lowered his head and typed in his notebook and never looked back.

Mahoud shrugged... the relationship between the two never changed anything anyway.

But as the horse SIR also left the conference room, his expression changed instantly, as if he had encountered a ghost. He was going to hide directly in the conference room, but when he remembered Wang Yuechuan was here, he walked up with a hard head.

Ren Ziling is here...

Ma SIR came running almost like a baby, “My aunt, what are you doing up here again? ”

“Visiting class.” Ren Zilingbai glanced at Mahoud and mentioned the western cake box in his hand. "I brought you afternoon tea. Why, don't you like it? ”

“No, no, no. I'm so glad I didn't make it!” Mahoud hurriedly pushed Ren Ziling into his office: “But I don't have time to entertain you for something important right now! ”

“It's okay, I can greet myself.” Ren Ziling glanced: “But you guys seem really busy? Everyone went out to work... Oh, is there another one? Who is this? I haven't seen it before? ”

“You haven't seen much more.” Mahoud quickly blocked Ren Ziling, blocked her gaze, and then made a zipper move on her mouth: “I know what you're after! The Bureau has issued a warrant. The whole world knows. I knew you'd come. But no comment! ”

“Oh, I remember, Wong Yuechuan, right?” Unexpectedly, Ren Ziling suddenly slapped his head.

Mahoud stunned: “You know him? ”

“I look like I really am." ”Ren Ziling shrugged:“ But I know him, he doesn't know me. ”

“How do you know this man? ”

Ren Zilingbai glanced at Ma SIR: “Have you forgotten what I do? Wang Yuechuan, a year ago, solved a massive serial murder, not just me, the media guy in this province don't know? But too far away in the provincial capital, I'm just too lazy to interview. But by the way, is this guy a little handsome? No wonder there was a little fire last year, quite a bit of a pussy. But my son isn't handsome! ”

How can this woman have such a good memory and eyesight?

Mahoud was about to say something, and Ren Ziling frowned: “Oh, isn't this young hot-handed detective from the provincial office? What are you doing here? ”

Mahoud was still going to talk, but at the same time he heard the voice behind him that he least wanted to hear... Wang Yuechuan's voice.

“Officer Ma, who is this? ”

Wang Yuechuan stood at the door of the conference room and looked at him with a frown... Ma SIR suddenly felt that his head was not enough.

What does he have to say?

“She... is...” Ma SIR Quick Trail: “Delivered! Yes, take-out! I see you've worked hard, so make some afternoon tea. ”

When Ren Zilington opened his eyes.

Wang Yuechuan frowned: “Didn't all men go out already? ”

Mahoud was cold sweaty at this time, but still hard on his scalp, looking at Ren Ziling, he looked angry: “Yes! I yelled two hours ago! We just got here. What's wrong with you guys? Do you want to do business? Did you see the handsome guy on the way? ”

“Officer Ma.” Ren Ziling looked at Mahoud with a smile and saw the cold back of Ma SIR. "Sorry, Officer Ma, I really saw a handsome guy on the way, so I couldn't walk. Don't blame me ~”

“No… no.” MacHood's hands and feet were cold and he coughed: “No, it's okay, just pay attention next time. ”

“Well, then, Officer Ma, can I have the money, please?” Ren Ziling smiled and moaned: “Thank you for two hundred and thirty-three dollars. ”

“What, two hundred and thirty-three for this little box? Why don't you go rob it! ”

“Oops, Officer Ma. Our shop is small business, but we use real materials. Officer Ma, did you order it? I see you ~ are our old customer, this has been discounted ~ ~. ”

Mahoud... Ma SIR glanced at Wang Yuechuan with a strange look and could only shed his wallet with tears.

“Two hundred and fifty, no change! ”

Ren Ziling shoved the western cake box into Mahoud's hand and shook his hand: “Thank you, Officer Ma ~. ”

“No, you're welcome...” Looking at Ren Ziling really turned his head and left, Mahoud was relieved.

But Wang Yuechuan still stood at the door of the conference room, and Mahoud could only turn around in a rigid fashion, “Well... Comrade Wang, would you like some? ”

“You're welcome, I'm not hungry.” Wang Yuechuan shook his head and walked in.

Ma SIR suddenly struck a spirit and raised the box all of a sudden, trying to fall to the ground... but hurriedly stopped.

Two hundred and fifty bucks for a pancake, he couldn't help it.

But soon, Ma SIR received a text message from Ren Ziling: I know where Zhao Ru is.

……

……

A burst of black cigarettes caught in the club, and when it was shaped, it revealed an old witchy face: Black Soul XVIII.

Black Soul XVIII took a look at the lobby of the club and found the owner was not here.

Only Miss Unight is wiping the cup at the counter, while the other tenant is said to still be sitting quietly in the corner.

“Eighteen, what can I do for you? Master, this won't be here.” Yu Night was quiet.

Black Soul 18 nodded, “Miss Unight, you're here, too. Here's the Golden Master I found these past few days. ”

Black Soul XVIII took out three information cards.

“Still as efficient as ever.” Unight nodded, "put it down. When the master returns, I'll give it to him. ”

“Yes.” Black Soul XVIII nodded respectfully, "the subordinate went on to find the new Golden Lord. ”

“Go on.” The maid waved.

The Black Soul XVIII didn't say anything either. He just came out and turned around curiously and asked: "By the way, Miss Yunight, the new Black Soul Messenger I met last time, doesn't seem to be here? ”

“You're too shady.” Night smiled, “He should be doing well now, don't worry. ”

The devil believes this maid's words...

Black Soul XVIII struck a chill and flew out of the club.

……

A wooden shock rang.

Don't get me wrong, there's actually no stunning wood here, it's just slippers off. He sat on the front of his neck and photographed the slippers on his hands - in the prisoner's living room.

“... where the bow string sounds, this arrow flies out in a lazy way, right in the middle of a few lessons. At that time, there was a thrill in the camp, and Jining was scared to death by a cold sweat! This is the moment! Guess what? ”

“What's wrong? ”

Some of the old inmates were rushing to ask.

Although I am curious that old Feng has split up his life all these years, these days suddenly started to get active... but old Feng's book is really nice.

It's the Romance of the Three Kingdoms.

“Hmm... water!” Too Yin coughed and a glass of water rushed to his face.

Too shady to moisten the throat, now again heavily pat the slippers on your hands, bang!

But at this time, Zhou Xiaokun hurriedly walked in and came to Tai Yin's side, shouting: “Oh no, brother, brother, Zhang Fatty is here to see you! ”

“Which fat Zhang? I didn't even mention Wenhu's appearance! Let's talk about something later!” Too shady to snort.

“It's Fatty Zhang from the next compartment!” Zhou Xiaokun sweated coldly: “Brother, you won't forget that you robbed three or six cigarettes yesterday? He's hanging out with Fatty Zhang! ”

Though I don't know what kind of excitement this brother has had these days, this man is just as abnormal.

But I saw a scene yesterday where this brother made a move... Zhou Xiaokun swore that he never knew this brother was so fierce that he couldn't hide it!

In a blink of his eyes, he threw his diarrhea on the floor!

Could it be... to turn grief into power?

“Which one is Old Von, you come out! I promise I won't kill you! ”

A loud buzzing sound sounded, “Those who dare to touch me Zhang Fatty, don't want to live!! ”