Trafford’s Trading Club

“What, found it in a rental house? ”

Inside a cafe not far from the police station, Big Vice Editor Ben remembering what Ma SIR was saying looked up and asked stunnedly.

Ma SIR drank a sip of coffee and said, "Yes, the owner found it, said he was going to clean up the house for rent, then opened the door and saw Zhao Ru's body and was terrified. ”

Ren Ziling bit his head and thought for a moment: “You said she mysteriously disappeared from the hospital's emergency room and went back to her cab? How did you say a seriously wounded man got so far away? Taxi? Don't you suspect the driver? On foot? Can we get this far? ”

Mahoud shrugged: “I'm afraid it's a mystery. ”

Ren Ziling nodded and suddenly said: "What was she like when she died? Did you leave anything behind? A suicide note or something? ”

Mahoud shook his head: "Nothing. I went in that house once before, clean, then went again, same clean. She lay quietly in bed with a smile. Other than that, you won't find any more traces in the rental house. ”

“Well...”

Mahoud suddenly asked, "What are you going to write this time, Auntie? ”

“How do you write what? ”

“Coverage? The rental house was stashed, the victim was a fugitive, and the headlines of the major newspapers were discussing the matter. ”

Ren Ziling shook his head, “I won't write. ”

Mahoud stunned.

Ren Ziling rolled her white eyes, “Not what she herself described, any speculation and discussion is a disgrace. People die, why go to consumers? I still have a conscience, okay? ”

Mahoud shrugged, “Okay... that's it, I'm going back to the office. It's not like I used to sneak out. I still have a dead eye in my office. ”

“You said Wang Yuechuan.” Ren Ziling nodded: “Why is such a provincial figure still here? ”

“You said you were a big shot. How do I know?” The horse SIR finally has a chance to roll his eyes, "well, I really have to go and eat at your house sometime. ”

“Oh... okay.” Ren Ziling didn't mind either. He lowered his head and packed his things and was ready to leave.

But she looked at the way Mahoud was walking and seemed a little rushed, and suddenly she moved, “Holy crap... the last informant fee hasn't paid me yet!! No wonder he walked so fast!! Stupid door!! ”

……

Wang Yuechuan is making a video conversation with a man in a small conference room in one of the police stations.

This is an old classmate of his who is currently studying for a PhD at an Australian university.

"It worked, didn't it?” Wang Yuechuan asked directly.

“Well, it's kind of.” The man at the other end of the video nodded: “According to the footage you scanned for me, it should be an ancient Egyptian text. I tried to get someone to translate some of this. This is the content. Look at this. ”

The man sent a translated text picture.

Wang Yuechuan frowned and remembered: "‘Death of the flesh opens the door to eternal life for the soul’... What does that mean?

The man shrugged, “Probably religious or something, spells or something? I don't know... by the way, what the hell is this? I've known you for so long, I've never seen you so concerned. ”

Wang Yuechuan shook his head: “It's just something a prisoner left behind. I want to know what it means. ”

The man laughed: “It's the same old thing, but you must be dead from anything related to the case... let's face it, my profession and interpretation are not very relevant, but I do know a pretty good professor. His interpretation of ancient Egyptian civilization and history is different...”

“Contact information. ”

“Don't worry, I'm not done yet.” The man shook his head, helplessly: “The professor was supposed to be having an academic exchange in Japan at this time, and he hasn't come back yet. ”

“I'll come straight over if I have to.” Wang Yuechuan said nothing.

A man at an Australian university stunned and laughed, “I really have you... I'll give you the contact details, you can just say I introduced him, maybe he'll be interested in your stuff too. And you don't have to go over there to meet him. It's so easy to communicate now. ”

Anyway, Wang Yuechuan quickly got the contact information and tried to contact the professor in Japan.

……

……

Keiko was a very committed man, and as he said, if the boss Zhang Fatty hadn't carried him, he might still be doing the stealing of cables by stealing chickens and dogs and stealing well covers.

So, what Zhang Fatty told us, he tried to do... as long as he could do it.

Zhou Xiaokun's brother Zhou Xiaopeng has found it, according to the address given to him by Zhang Fatty.

“Well... this gentleman, have I ever met you? ”

But the appearance of Johnson was too plausible, five big and three thick, and there were scary tiger pictures on his arms, which made Zhou Xiaopeng and other honest office staff play from the bottom of their hearts kind of scared.

“Mr. Chow, don't be afraid, we're serious people.” Johnson took off the sunglasses on his face and revealed a smile. “Hello, is this Mr. Zhou Xiaopeng Zhou? Just call me Johnson. ”

“I dare not… I dare not. Brother Keung, what can I do for you? ”

“You take me to someone.” Johnson directly explained his intention, "a woman named Tao Xiamang. ”

Zhou Xiaopeng stunned... isn't this the woman his brother made him ask about? Zhou Xiaopeng couldn't touch this‘ Django ’for a while.

He glanced quietly behind the ‘Django’.

These five fat men arrived in a van. As for the van...

One, two, three, four... and four other guys with little vests, tattoos or bald heads, a 'good' smile.

Seriously, my ass...

“Well... what do you want her to do?” Zhou Xiaopeng swallowed the saliva.

“Oh, nothing, my boss wants to fuck her. ”

Keiko said something randomly and then something went wrong: “No, my boss wants to see her... Alas, wait, are you going to fuck her or see her? Oh no, I forgot a little... Oops, whatever, just take me to someone! ”

Johnson grabbed Zhou Xiaopeng's arm and pulled him directly into the van.

Just getting in the car, Zhou Xiaopeng subconsciously swallowed his saliva, smelling the smell of a crowded man in this compartment.

“Ah, Django, the boy's skin is pretty white. ”

So... where the hell are you guys?!!

……

“Seriously!! Why are you laughing? ”

In the cabin, the pride stood with his hands behind his back.

In front of him, Zhang Fatty, Diarrhea Three, and Zhang Fatty's other two brothers, and finally Zhou Xiaokun, were in line.

Tai Yin coughed twice and said positively: “Since you all want to learn, I will teach you two. But remember, this door is not open to apprenticeships, and you are not eligible for this right now. After you go out, don't tell anyone that I'm your master, you know! ”

“Yes!” Everyone spoke in unison.

Zhang Fatty nodded more vigorously... It's okay to recognize Master, just learn a few tricks!

Too shady nodded: “Since you've been waiting for my husband all day, I'm good, so I'll dial you up! Listen, what I'm going to teach you next is something that I've only been able to get through lately. In the process of learning, you must concentrate and do not deviate! To be physically and mentally united, there is nothing you can do! ”

“Yes!” they said in unison.

“All right, give me the props!” The clown cleared his voice again.

Zhou Xiaokun met and brought a plate. There's a white cloth on the plate. What's in it?

This allowed Zhang Fatty and Diarrhea to stretch their necks.

At this time, Too Yin waved and let Zhou Xiaokun return to his original position to stand, which slowly lifted the white cloth off the plate.

Everyone suddenly raised their voice and saw that the plate was finally lifted and the props in it were officially born!

Zhang Fatty was suddenly surprised, and his subconscious voice said: "This... pen? Apple, pineapple? ”

“Exactly! ”

Tai Yin sighed and drank. He picked up a pen in his hand, then turned around and twisted his ass. He sang: "Ihaveapen...”

……

Since that day, a PPAP has washed the prison with blood...