Trafford’s Trading Club

This is the high school girl in front of the second contact between Ma SIR and Wang Yuechuan.

She's obviously more scared than last time.

When she first reported the incident, it was after she received her first letter of intimidation. And this is the third time.

“This time, did you take it from school?” Mahoud looked at the female student in front of him and frowned and asked.

She nodded in horror… she dared not tell her parents.

Since the closing of the remedial service, not just her, but the rest of the students have more or less guessed something. Students who have known each other since these days have tried not to have too much contact.

“Officer! Heard... I heard that all the jumpers in front were... Officer, I don't want to die, help me! I know it's wrong. Please, I know it's wrong! ”

“Don't worry, we'll keep you safe.” Mahoud said positively: “After we met last time, I protected you privately. You can rest assured that if bad people come near you, they will catch you. ”

But the girl student was still scared: “But... why can this thing go to school...”

This is where the horse SIR is powerless.

The letter of intimidation was sent directly to the school entrance, which was sent by mail. But they contacted the post office, and there was no video of Zhao Ru on the reception desk... I can only say that she sent it in an e-mail address outside the mail.

But the problem is, they also let people stare at the mailbox for 24 hours, only that so many people put things in the mailbox every day, they can't even tell who it is... Besides, they can't see one of them come up and play the mail and go up and interrogate it, it just shocks snakes.

“Do you want to fix this?” Wang Yuechuan spoke coldly this time.

The high school girl was stunned, and this was the second time she had seen the officer.

A very cold face… but also very handsome. Last time he didn't say a word, just listen. This is the first time I have spoken.

She looked at Wang Yuechuan and nodded at her subconscious location... This cold but handsome face made her feel like a little deer bump, compared to the man next to her who had a big belly and a bearded horse officer in middle age, looks much more reliable?

“Then do us a favor.” Wang Yuechuan said softly this time: “I want you to prepare a suicide... ”

……

In front of this high school girl, Mahoud did not speak to Wang Yuechuan.

But when people were sent away, Mahoud frowned: “Comrade Wang Yuechuan, I think you're too messy! How can you let a student do something like this! It's too dangerous! ”

“People are never caught, and other students are dangerous.” Wang Yuechuan said softly: “Today is her, tomorrow is the other one. This is not the only list of students on that profile. But this is the only one willing to cooperate. ”

“That's right! ”

Mahoud still disagrees: "But can you guarantee that Zhao Ru will not hide somewhere? Yeah, but what if she didn't do it with intimidation, she did it herself? Comrade Wang Yuechuan! You know, just once! It could be a risk to human life! ”

“All she has to do is respond responsibly. ”

Wang Yuechuan bluntly said: "According to past information, this letter of intimidation is deepened step by step. When the victim's spirit almost collapses, he will receive the final suicide instruction… the instruction arrives, it is me who is on the roof. ”

……

Different waste-pickers in this city have their fixed spots… technically, it's like a site.

This is one of Uncle Mac's 'turf’.

“So much paper today?” Old Mac was a little happy to say.

The employees who came here with Old Mac casually said, "Well, there are a lot of people here today who took the package down and threw it away. Oh, by the way, there's some extra corner material in there after packing, and no more. Let's see what we can pick up. ”

“Hey, okay. ”

So, old Mac just shot his grandson —— he just picked him up from school, and it was on the way.

“Xiaojun, you stay over there for a while, Grandpa will be back soon! ”

Mak Xiaojun jumped out. Basically passing through here every day. Mak Xiaojun glanced back at his grandfather and, while he was not paying attention, quietly stuffed an envelope into the mailbox outside the door.

Sister Ru said, don't let anyone find you… Then, please eat two crispy sharks a day!

……

……

Is it evening... is it evening?

When Old Feng returned to God, he realized that the sky had dimmed by now. Clearly, the light transmitted through the window was no longer sufficient to allow him to continue the work at hand.

He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes hard. On the table in front of me, a phoenix's prototype has been embroidered on the coat that has been sewn together.

But there are more pictures of Phoenix and Xiangyun waiting for him.

What's really time-consuming is these patterns.

Old Feng was about to turn on the light, but now he heard a gentle knock on the door... which forced Old Feng to subconsciously beat his heart.

It's very quiet here, nobody lives in this building, even he usually just pulls the curtains with the little lights on... who will come looking for him?

Obviously not Zhou Zihou, because the agreed time has not yet arrived.

Old Feng did not squeak, but slowly approached the small eyes in front of the door, looking at who was outside the door.

Yes... the boss!

Old Feng hesitated for a moment, but eventually chose to open the door. In his view, this mysterious boss, if he wanted to come in, probably wouldn't be difficult.

But he... but why did he come here?

Old Von wasn't trying to unmask the mystery boss, he didn't want to know who he really was, but he wanted to know, “You... you came to me? ”

“At least nobody lives here but the old people, right?” The owner of the club said softly, "Sometimes we do some after-sales tracking. Rest assured, it's just a look... By the way, old man, have you eaten? I brought you something to eat. ”

Old Feng lets people in.

The owner of the club really had a box of fruit in his hand, and Old Feng smelled familiar.

Boss Luo glanced inside the living room and saw the trance after Lao Feng smelled the food. He said softly: "This is the knife grinding noodle bought at the noodle shop just downstairs. The neighborhood here says, after all these years, how the taste has changed. ”

“That shop...” Old Feng nodded with a hint of memory on his face: “Well, it was here when I moved here. Once upon a time, when I was busy, I didn't have time to cook, I would go there. ”

Two people, a daughter and a father.

Old Feng remembered a long time ago: “Come on, the owner of the noodle shop, when his daughter was married, also made clothes with me. ”

Old Feng subconsciously looked at the old pictures of him glued to the wall.

That must have been a good time.

“They all laugh beautifully.” Rochu walks to Old Feng. "Can you tell me their story? ”

“Story?” Old Feng stunned.

Lochu nodded with a little smile, "Consider it the cost of the meal. I'll buy you dinner, you tell me their story. Of course, I won't hold you back for dinner. ”

Perhaps the scent of the noodles in the memory.

Maybe he's lonely too and wants to talk to someone.

Maybe not much time for a meal.

Old Feng nodded: “Well, which one do you want to hear? ”

“Well... how about this one?” Boss Lo casually places the photo on the wall.

That's a woman with a gentle smile on her face.

Old Feng walked up to the workbench, put his glasses back on, then took the photo off, measured it carefully under the lamp, and nodded his head: “Well, this woman, I kind of remember. Oh... I remember, I even remember her husband. ”

Old Feng sighed, “Very impressed. ”

Rochu wondered, "Really? Why? ”

"'I was caught by her husband,' said old Feng. 'Can you not be impressed? Did you... did you actually know that that's why you picked this photo? ”

Rochu shook his head… he simply came to hear a story.

A story about his biological mother, who was here.

“If it reminds you of something unpleasant, choose something else. ”

“No, no. ”

Old Feng shook his head, and he sat down slowly, "I said that I deserved what I did, I didn't want to hate anyone... I did the wrong thing and tortured me for decades, I grabbed him in, but it was a relief. If you want to hear it, I'll tell you. ”

“You say.” Rochu poured Lao Feng a glass of water.

The old man was a little flattered, but didn't dare drink it like this, but thought for a moment: “Well... I forgot the name. But I do remember, that day, they came together, and they had a child, and it was not long before they were born. ”

“Kid?” Lochu stunned.

Old Feng nodded: “It seems like the baby was just born. Listen to the man, he didn't have time for work, he didn't even have a wedding. That's why he came up here to make a wedding dress, and he wanted to make it up to you. Because almost no one comes up with a child to make a wedding dress, it comes to mind. ”

……

“... the boy was a good boy and never cried. ”

“Well, one time, when this woman came up with the child to try on her clothes, the child fell off the chair... well, just this couch, his mother was scared, but he still didn't cry. ”

“Think about it. By the way, that woman always likes to bring a butterfly, a blue hairpin...”

Luo Qiu listened quietly, he did not speak, he knew that Old Feng could remember more, and he also felt that Old Feng did not hate anyone.

He knows that too.

He's been here before.

Long, long time ago.