Trafford’s Trading Club

By noon, Cook was back in the tofu shop.

When I came in, I noticed that Sancho and Creek were sitting at the table. The food on the table seems to be less abundant than before.

But the little squeak kept holding the spoon and staring at the table full of food, obviously long overdue.

Little squeaked at Cook, and Cook didn't hide, letting her take her hand to the table, "Dinner! ”

And Sanger said, "Squeak, go check the TV over there first. I have something to talk to Uncle Mark about. ”

“Listen to the little squeak!” Little squeak raised his hand.

“Squeak!” Sanger glanced.

Little squeaked his mouth and walked to the TV with a bowl of rice in his arms, with a special loud voice and no head back. Sanger sighed at the man in front of her and lowered his voice: “You... have you found anything? ”

Cook shook his head at this point and said softly: “I went to the hardware store and I think I know who bought the iron pry. ”

“Who is it?” Sanger got nervous.

Cook said, "I don't know, but I snuck by this afternoon. ”

For him, one morning time, how could he just ask so much? In fact, he also went to the hospital, and last night a guy got hurt so badly that he couldn't just wipe his own pills.

It's just that the town's sanitary station doesn't accommodate seriously injured patients… which means that the seriously injured guy is likely to be taken elsewhere at night - possibly in the next town.

Also, because the health station was not large, Cook easily discovered a guy who was supposed to be lying in the hospital, somehow discharged, seemingly perfectly fine.

“Has anyone been here while I'm gone?” Cook continued.

Sanger shook his head and said: “Why don't you... why don't you sit down and eat something? It's getting faster. ”

Cook nodded and reached over to the table and grabbed some food into the bowl, "I'll just go back to my room and eat. ”

Don't go too far, "Here... it's okay. ”

Cook said softly, "No. ”

Sanger didn't say anything more, just sat down sadly, silently picked the white flower rice into his mouth, and didn't clip the dishes.

Before going upstairs, Cook suddenly said, "Squeak, catch, bought it on the way. ”

A little thing flew towards the little squeak and gently landed in front of the little squeak. There was a little angry squeak and then my eyebrows started laughing, "Mom, Uncle Mark gave me a doll! ”

After a glance, Sanger suddenly felt a little happy. “Silly girl, this is a keychain, not a doll. ”

……

About an hour later, Cook walked down the stairs, said a word and left.

“Mom, why is Uncle Mark out all day? ”

“He has something to do.” San-chan knelt down and said softly, "Don't ask, okay? Your Uncle Mark is protecting us. ”

Little squeaky thought, “Really? ”

“Really.”

“Really, really? ”

“Really, really. ”

“Like Daddy, protecting Creek and Mommy? ”

Sanger just touched his little squeaky head and suddenly pinched his sleeve. “Don't go to the nursery today, Mom doesn't do business anymore. Let's make some good food together until Uncle Mark gets back, shall we? ”

“Yes! Squeak learned to cook porridge the last time Mom got sick! ”

Sanger laughed and said, "Squeak, be good... Since when has there been no such thing as expecting someone to come back and try to make him a full dinner?"

Suddenly the sound of knocking on the door sounded - but at the back door of the yard. Sanger knew that Mark seemed to be used to walking after... the back door, she suddenly shook her head hard and felt a little burnt on her face.

“Back so soon? Forgot something? ”

“Is Uncle Mark back? Squeak, open the door! ”

“Hey, Squeak, don't go so fast! Little squeak... really. ”

……

……

Simply finding a place to keep a pit on an old wall, a little above the toe, makes it easy for Cook to jump his body into someone's backyard.

I can't even hear the floor.

According to the previous hardware store owner, Cook had no difficulty finding the home of the person who bought the iron crow. One of the prisoners lived alone, which is why Cook climbed directly into the wall.

But he didn't find anybody here, just from some of the tracks he left behind, and there should have been someone here a day ago.

“Not here… did you go somewhere else to heal your wounds? ”

But Cook didn't confirm that this guy was the heaviest one on his hands last night, so he had to go to one of the other three men's homes to make a decision.

So he came fast, and he walked fast, leaving no trace.

Cook started getting weirder and stranger about himself, the use of flat burdens, the technique of turning over walls, and the pursuit of things that seemed like something he was getting used to.

“Who am I...”

Hiddenly, he felt something coming out of his head again, but somehow, it was always so close.

That huge thought, it's like it's jammed. He suddenly touched something in his trouser pocket —— a hairpin he bought from his wife's stall.

Giving or not seems to have become a meeting point between emotion and reason, and remains deadlocked.

Time was in his thinking and pursuit, and it soon reached the late hour. Cook found out from his neighbors who the man was going to be with on weekdays, and he went to these men's homes.

Nearly nothing… He just knows that two have been away all day, while two have been out early in the morning.

The only useful clue is... these four men have been walking very tightly with Zhang Kun on weekdays and recognize Zhang as the big brother.

He finally went to Zhang Kun's house to spare a circle and didn't find anyone in the house.

“But at least it's locked. ”

Cook even found himself... flashing a horrible killing machine in his eyes. And at this point, it came to his mind that the best way to solve the problem is to erase it permanently...

While there were few people around, Cook circled a few alleys outside Sancho's house before moving to the back yard door of the tofu shop. He confirmed that there were no suspicious people in the vicinity... just to see if anyone else would come tonight.

Just thinking about it, Cook suddenly frowned and parked in front of the back door.

He reached out and gently pushed the push panel... the panel gently moved away, not locked! Cook suddenly raised his head and burst into the backyard like a leopard.

A few flower pots in the backyard didn't know when to fall to the ground, seemed to show signs of struggle, and... a pair of shoes that came off.

Little squeaky shoes!

Cookmore picked it up silently, pinched it in his hand, and his gaze reflected a horrible cold light, only on the wall of the yard, writing a line of text in red paint.

……

……

This is a mill outside the town, next to an old water truck.

Zhang Kun and his two younger brothers, at this time looking at a big, small and two women tied here... Zhang Kun, full of haze, does not know what he is thinking at this time.

“Boss, do you want to have some fun first?” Brother Zhang Kun whispered in his ear at this time: "Let's go outside and get you some wind? When the gringo arrives, you'll see your woman is ruined, don't you get mad! Hey, hey!”

Zhang Kun's eyes suddenly became more horrible and greedy. He suddenly said: "You two, get out first. ”

“Oh, shit! ”

The sound of the door opening and closing.

blindfolded, hands tied backwards, still on the ground, three children trembled with horror... the daughter next to her cried more and more at this time, calling her mother.

“You… what do you want to do! Let go of me!! Let go of me!! Bastard... let go... animal!! ”

Zhang Kun, like a bad dog, pressed directly on Sanger, his face was crazy, “Why don't you like me!! I've been letting you be my woman! Never use strong on you!! And you ignored me!! To hook up with a gringo?!! You... bitch!! Bitch!! Bitch!! ”

He pressed his hands against the neck of the woman he'd always wanted, "I'll fuck you! ”

Hiss...

“Mom! Mommy! ”

Little squeaky crying.