Trafford’s Trading Club

The white Santana docked on the side of the road - it was a sudden moment.

Ma SIR Ma Hood's eyebrows suddenly jumped at this moment, and suddenly there was an unknown feeling in his heart - of course, probably because it wasn't too late for breakfast, and he was hungry.

“Lin Feng! Lin Feng, are you there?” Mahoud opened up the crowd and just felt that someone was coming towards him beside him - and when he got to him, Mahoud didn't even look at it and said: "Go, get rid of all these irrelevant gourds, then...”

Horse SIR, with decades of experience on duty, almost backwards, taunted a set of procedures.

But just after this, Mahoud unexpectedly discovered that the people who came by were not Lin Feng... but even if they weren't, Ma SIR didn't feel embarrassed, “What are you still doing, going to work? ”

The policeman immediately said, "Ma SIR, we did everything you just said! ”

“All done?” Mahoud was stunned.

They nodded and said, “There was a policewoman, and she said everything you said, so we did it. ”

“A policewoman?” Ma SIR opened her mouth, “Where did the policewoman come from... Forget it, what else did she say? ”

“Nothing, it's almost exactly what you said. ”

"Is that all?" said Mahoud. Didn't he say no journalists were allowed to mix up? Especially women journalists!!! ”

“That's not true.” They shook their heads, "but Ma SIR, you told me, I'll do it! ”

Marhoduton waved, “Go, go, go! ”

I don't know what happened... who came before me in the department? But can a policewoman in his department count with just two fingers?

The horse SIR had to shake his head or look at the scene first.

He crossed the perimeter and came to the scene… but before the man could arrive, he had heard the clicking shutter.

Mahoud opened his eyes subconsciously, as if he'd just woken up, as if he hadn't reacted for a moment... my ass!

Machoudton struck a spiritual and walked up quickly. He split his head and said, “How did you get in here??!! ”

Here, naturally, is our First Vice Editor.

After hearing Ma SIR's voice, Ren Ziling put down the camera that hung on her. She adjusted the lens and didn't reply: "Oh, Ma, you're here. Have you had breakfast? ”

“Not yet.” Mahoud's subconscious nodded, "Alas, no! I'm asking you, how did you get in here? ”

“I'm not mixed up. ”

Ren Ziling took a few more pictures with skill: “I walked right in... by the way, I told you to keep going. And I knew you weren't eating. I just sent Lin Feng to buy food. ”

“No wonder I didn't see that kid, thanks. ”

Mahoud nodded again, and soon found out something was wrong, his face paused with a * * * look, “Alas! How dare you, you're not a cop... I see, you caught Lin Feng and grabbed him and mixed him in? ”

“Can't you see?” Ren Ziling finally stopped and stood up with Ma SIR. He was quite pleased to say, “Ma, your IQ has risen! ”

“Isn't that what you usually do? ”

Macho Deluxe laughed and still felt something was wrong - something was wrong!

So he roared almost as if: “Ren Ziling!! Get the fuck out of here! Keep at least 10 meters from the cordon!! ”

Originally, Ma Hood shouted out this with the determination to die. He was also ready for a hard wave with his grandmother... Unsurprisingly, Ma SIR felt that Ren Ziling was a cat and nodded.

“Got it. I'm leaving. I won't bother you. I'll be in touch if I hear anything. ”

Looking at Ren Ziling, he really left the scene of the murder without returning to his head. Ma SIR stunned and reacted for a while. “Damn, this is...”

No, Ma SIR just reacted again at this moment: this woman has taken everything she should have taken. It's useless to keep it natural. Why don't you look around and feel it...

Lin Feng walked in from the cordon at this time, carrying a small bag of things… both drink and eat.

“Horse SIR, horse SIR? ”

But Lin Feng found that there seemed to be something wrong with Mahoud at this time. The whole person frowned and didn't know what he was thinking.

“Ma SIR, what do you have in mind?” Lin Feng asked curiously, "By the way, why didn't you see Auntie Ren? ”

“Alas, Lin Feng, let me ask you something.” Mahoud is looking very seriously at Lin Feng this time.

“Say it! ”

Mahoud took a deep breath: “You said I was going to show up for work. I was going to play well, but I let you finish your work... I can't come out of this. What does it matter? ”

“Yes!” Lin Feng solemnly said: “You have to preside over the big picture! ”

“But I let this girl Ren Ziling rob me!” Mahoud furiously put up his third finger: “What else can I do?!! ”

“Eat!”

“ …… ”

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……

“What do you say?” Mahoud looked heavily at old Qin, who had also not come out for a long time.

Of course, there are generally no particularly serious circumstances, and old Qin will not come out easily - after all, old Qin has a lot of people.

But this time it was a headless corpse, and not only a headless corpse, but even a split upper and lower body.

In particularly serious circumstances, old Qin also came out.

The scene of the murder.

“Well... it's hard to say. ”

“Hard to say?” Mahoud was stunned, he rarely heard such an uncertain tone from old Qin's mouth... that is, quite tricky.

“From the point of view of physical rigidity, the time of death for the deceased can only be roughly estimated to be between 1: 00 and 2: 00 this morning. ”

Old Qin did not uncomfortably stare at the colleague who was loading the body at the scene, "but nothing similar to the murder weapon was found at the scene. In addition, in addition to two huge traumas that can be fatal directly, there are a number of strange wounds of various sizes on the body… as if they were bitten by something. Strangely, however, every bite is marked differently. ”

“A rat or something? ”

“There are signs like rats, but there are more unknown teeth marks. ”

Old Qin frowned: “But the real fatality is two huge wounds. One is the position of the severed head, and the other is the position of the waist of the deceased. I had a preliminary examination of the wounds in both positions. The wounds on the neck are uneven, as if they were torn after being bitten up and down by something similar to serrations, while the wounds on the lower back are extremely neat and consistent, as if they had been cut in a very short time by a very sharp sharp sharp instrument. ”

Old Qin shook his head: “I haven't been able to tell if I cut my head before cutting my waist, or if I cut my waist before cutting my head... further examination is needed. But in either case, you can see one thing. ”

Mahoud nodded and looked unusually aggravated: "Whether the killer and the deceased had hatred or not… this killer's modus operandi was too cruel, perhaps with psychological illness. ”

At this time.

“Chief, Ma SIR, come here for a second! ”

Old Qin and Ma Houde hurried off and saw a forensic witness squatting on the ground at this time, "Chief, we found something here that could be done. ”

Old Qindun squatted down and frowned.

Something like mucus is attached to the ground, and it has started to dry, and some parts have been wind-dried into a grey powder.

Old Qin scraped up some mucus that had not completely dried out, and then sniffed it. Then he followed these liquid traces all the way through his eyes and found it stretched all the way to the position obtained by the sewer in the alley.

“Have you seen the canals over there?” Qin asked.

“Not yet.”

“Look.” said Qin softly. “These liquids, including dry powder, are collected and brought back. ”

“Got it! ”

Old Qin just stood up and suddenly looked at Mahoud. He frowned. “Are you free? What are you doing standing there all the time? ”

Ma SIR... Ma Hood looked around him.

Labour... Labour is really free!!!! You're all done, aren't you?

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……

Three times a day, every time so punctual, and every time the pain is the extent to which the approaching willow bears the limit.

This reminds me of some of the experiences that were fallen into the wrong hands decades ago, when I was being researched back and forth.

He hated that experience so much, but now ironically, it was more than that that he could barely bear it, even three times a day.

Such suffering would have led to a very weak body… but much more was in this spiritual vein, and his pain would soon be washed away and he would suffer the pain of the next curse with a full physical condition.

It's really been a day or something.

Suddenly, Aiya raised her head.

Because this curse seemed to occur much more briefly than it had been so many times before - naturally he would not consider it a weakening relationship.

The root cause is… the source of the curse, Su Zijun's return.

The seal of this spiritual vein, which belongs to her, naturally allows her free access to this place.

Su Zijun easily came to the place deep in the spiritual vein to imprison Airyu and looked at him with a grin: “What do you think, the taste of the last few days? ”

“Thank you, Your Highness. ”

Airyu smiled softly, "But I'm afraid I let the princess down, and Airyu should still be able to hold on... I think, at least before the next dragon heads up. ”

Su Zijun squinted his eyes.

What you're looking at is not Airyu, but the chains that seal Airyu's chains —— things that seem to break down, but they can keep her out of Airyu's sight and not kill him.

Su Zijun has been taught and naturally has no intention of touching these chains again… at least not before there is nothing he can do.

“In that case, strengthen it a little bit. ”

This time, Su Zijun bit his finger directly and squeezed a drop of black blood out of the air. The bullet fingers shot into Airyu's forehead.

The black blood, at this time, is hard-boiled into the head of the Pharyngeal Willow.

With a slight change of face, Su Zijun revealed a slight smile close to that of the girl next door. His body spinning and his dress spinning, he left with his hands behind.

”But before leaving, Suzi-jun suddenly looked back and smiled. 'It's ten times more than that,' he said.

Ah--!!!!!

In a moment of tightness, the pain has exceeded the sum of the sum of the time that Airyu endured, making him even feel like three souls, and at this moment is being torn apart.

……

“Where have you been? ”

Su Zijun had just returned to the pet hospital and ran into Long Xiaoruo, who had come out to smoke. Between you two, big eyes stared a little bigger, for a while.

Suzi said: "You have eyes for shit! ”

Ryusei also said almost simultaneously: "You have eyes for shit! ”

Huh!

The two contemporary monster worlds had great identities, each grunted coldly, then quickly turned around and shook his eyes with his hands and sleeves before turning around again.

Almost at the same moment, he turned around and said in unison: "You're blind! ”

A strange atmosphere began to spread between the two.

Often at this time, there is a voice of the Spirit plugged in between them, preventing the two from colliding further.

But not at the moment.

Su Zijun suddenly snorted coldly: “I'm leaving for a moment, that little guy. Look closely. If I find out when I get back that you can't feed me, or you can't fatten me, I'll tear down your fucking hospital! ”

Long Xi said coldly: “If you value it like this, why don't you take care of it yourself and dump it on me? What do you mean? ”

“Didn't you get it too? ”

“I can always pick up a few wild little guys by the end of the year, if I'm going to take care of them, is this going to be a nursery? ”

“Then let her die for herself.” Su Zijun snorted.

Lung Xi suddenly sighed, “I came back so easily, why go out again? Is it because the wounds are good? ”

“On the one hand.” Su Zijun bluntly said: “There are some things I don't like to drag on too long, and some old accounts I should clean up. In addition..."

Suzi Junton looked around and grunted coldly: "The smell of that monkey has been getting stronger and stronger lately. It hurts! ”

“Be careful. ”

“I can't die. ”

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……

“Ha... Ha Chi ~!! ”

In the Pure Land of Eternal Pleasure, Little Santa is standing on the dance floor with a microphone, “Ha! I'm drunk by myself. Here you go! ”

So the owner of the Pure Earth Club threw the microphone off his hand and jumped, his legs clamped on a black stick or a stick or something.

Friction, friction...

Little Santa was just dancing like a steel pipe.

Friction. Friction.