Trafford’s Trading Club

They are powerful and have a long history.

They have lived through countless years of conspiracies and tricks that are unimaginable to ordinary people.

They also look at people the same way they look at food.

Dark night walkers, noble and elegant, lazy and decadent at the same time have an ageless look… Perhaps many think they are almost perfect.

But they also suddenly have moments of being played with —— human beings that they despise.

There is no intimidation, no intimidation, just a little trick, a sad performance, and humankind makes them tools for achieving ambition.

I can't say who's more pathetic.

Several people in Rochu have withdrawn from the memory of Kimwood City… After that, it was just Kimwood City, as a participant, planning with Karen Ishel to find out how to find the real ‘killer’.

To surprise the true ‘murderer', Karen Ishel became a slaughterhouse… for which she even put her ‘third life' in Hitachir's hands.

And all of this, in fact, is a purposeful attempt to recycle all the "Forgotten" collections to create the last pages of that notebook.

Of course, in order to increase Karen Ishel's trust, he has also been praying for the ‘elder' of the slaughterhouse to give him a chance to become a vampire.

“Is there a vomiting desire behind every revenge story?” The moon and the clock sighed... she was the first to make a sound.

Karen Ishel did not speak, and when consciousness withdrew from the moment of return, she sat down as if she had once again been withdrawn from her consciousness.

She lowered her head and held a long, bloody patterned sword to support her, her pale hair draped down on both sides, completely covering her face... Jinwoodtown is dead.

When the consciousness of several people leaves the memory of Kimwood City, it is also the moment of the death of Kimwood City.

His body had long been fragile and tortured again, not knowing why it was keeping his consciousness awake - even sober, chaotic.

However, when the consciousness that invaded his memory dissociated him, he instinctively felt something relaxed… relieved and died.

Lo Qiu weighed the body of Jinwoo City... suddenly he came to Jinwoo City and squatted down.

He glanced at the broken finger of Jinwu and frowned... Finally, Rochu opened his palm and saw in this messy laboratory, suddenly there was a mixture of black matter and original mechanical residue, something came out of it, and finally slowly flew into Rochu's palm.

Flying in was a black finger set, the one Kimwood had on his broken finger.

Elizabeth and the moon watched with curiosity what Lochu was doing at this time - for this supernatural thing, the moon felt a little numb... and even had this kind of seperate collection, which was really a little pediatric.

Lochu rubbed his finger on the cover and took a little something out of it.

“This is…” Elizabeth exclaimed in confusion.

It was taken out of the black finger sleeve, and it was a few rolled pieces of paper. Spread them apart and you'll find that they were torn apart… Once again, Rochu looked in the direction of the pure white room and reached out and grabbed it.

An old notebook flew up to him quickly, and Lochu turned around and looked closely.

“These last pages were always on him.” Karen Ishel doesn't know when to look up.

Lochu didn't see much sadness in her face, just felt her face pale as her hair. But he knew she wasn't gray, at least until he saw the black coffin.

Lochu returned the residual folder found in the finger sleeve to the notebook, closed it, and delivered it to Karen Ishel.

But she just shook her head gently.

Lo Qiu nodded and put away the notebook and said thank you.

Karen Ishel was still not finished, and suddenly she stood up and looked at the "Forgotten" series.

“I'm just curious, can you leave me a little of each?” Rochu suddenly asked.

"Even if you were to take it all, I'm afraid there's nothing I can do to stop it. ”

“I'll just take a little. ”

Just a little bit, Rochu quickly handed over all the 'Forget’ series to Karen Ishel.

She didn't say anything, she just slowly walked into the pure white room with these things in her arms.

There are hidden machines in this room, and when they open, the walls will be turned over. And hidden in here, it's a black coffin.

Karen Ishel opened the black coffin and put the 'Forget’ series in the coffin, standing quietly like this.

There is no need to look at what is inside the coffin. Several people who have entered the inner world of Jinwu recognize the origin of the coffin… inside is the body of Tutsenyi.

“Perhaps… Perhaps this Miss Karen has long realized that Kimwood is a little strange.” The moon suddenly went haunted at this point: “She recovered these series of ‘Forgotten’ … presumably because it was created by the slaughterhouse, she just wanted to recycle… the relics of the slaughterhouse. ”

Karen Ishel suddenly had a smile on her face, beautiful.

“Lovers spend a lot of time together, and inevitably there will be some quarrels.” Karen Ishel said softly at this point: "For us, the meaning of time becomes worthless day after day. Perhaps more reason to zoom in on some small things and try different flavors. ”

She touched the coffin, "At first, we were just discussing the possibility of true blood. In fact, he and I both know that true blood cannot be made… I see reality clearly, and he is an idealist. This man is both stupid and romantic. ”

She looked at the crowd and looked lonely, "After a fight, I traveled the world. During that time, I found myself thinking about this man all the time, and I knew I loved him even more... I was waiting for an opportunity, for a chance to see him again, but in the end I didn't wait. ”

“The only thing that's held me back for the last six months is finding out who killed him.” She bowed her head and smiled bitterly, still stunning.

“Sometimes I even wonder if I would have met him if I had been born human and if I had been human. ”

The room suddenly shook up and seemed to collapse at any moment.

Karen Ishel merely extended her fingers to the wall next to her finger, but saw the wall begin to crack open and a passage emerged.

“Miss Karen! ”

Elizabeth screamed, but a big stone fell over her head at this point. At this point, Karen Ishel suddenly puts the 'third life' stone in her mouth and slowly walks into the coffin.

The floor broke and the coffin sank.

The entire cellar maze also began to collapse.

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Boom boom boom...!

The castle suddenly collapsed, and the luxurious decorations, the prestigious antiques, the long-standing historical precipitation, vanished in an instant.

The servants in the fort fled in a rush, and fortunately no one died, some of them were simply relaxed - as for the bourgeois bodyguards who were initially locked out of the door and unable to bring them in, they rushed to the scene.

Their employers are still here, living and dying at this moment… but I'm afraid they are less violent.

How could it suddenly collapse, this centuries-old manor castle... because it accumulates too much antiquated stuff, is it time to rot?

No one knows… they just want to do everything possible to notify the outside world of the rescue.

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In the ruins of the collapsed castle, suddenly a loud bang broke out, and the pile of stones blew apart, followed by a cough.

The moon first came out of the place where it blew up. She looked up and the stars weren't too bright, but the moon was beautiful.

This was followed by Lochu and Elizabeth, who slowly walked out.

Lochu also looked up and gazed at the night, then this ancient castle turned to ruins.

“Finally come out...” The clock set the moon on a pillar, slowly sliding down, just feeling tired, feeling unspeakable.

She suddenly realized she didn't seem like such a nasty night.

After a moment of silence, Zhong Yue suddenly said: “Miss Karen, did you choose to commit suicide in the end...”

“No, she's probably just asleep.” Elizabeth shook her head: "The soul of a suicidal man will be confined to a painful sea, and if Miss Karin commits suicide, she will not be able to meet Mr. Tu in the afterlife. ”

“The world after death…” The moon shook its head, feeling that the whole world had become completely magical in front of itself.

“So she just stays asleep?” The clock fell on the moon curious.

“Drunk to death.” Rochu suddenly said, "In the end she swallowed ‘Three Lives' and was drunk and dreaming to death. She could wake up anytime, or she could choose never to wake up. ”

Zhong Yue shook his head with a smile and sighed: “There is one thing I still don't understand. ”

She suddenly looked at Lochu... Look at this, whoever it is, as if he could always find the answer from his mouth mystery guy, “Tutsenyi is a vampire, I kind of saw the power of vampires... how the hell could Kingwood tie him up? Was it really Kimwood who had him under control? ”

“I'm afraid not.” Lochu said softly, "Mr. Tu should have locked himself up. ”

Elizabeth looked at Lochu in confusion at the same time as the moon went down.

"Think back to the memories we saw of Jinwoodtown," said Rochu softly. While in the stone room, he approached with caution what he looked like when he opened the door and his pause. If Kimwood trapped Mr. Tutsenyi, he didn't have to, did he? And all of his behavior, it's like... ”

“Just like he found out!” The clock broke out at the moon.

Lochu took a look at the Zhong family lady.

Zhong Yue hurriedly held his mouth, afraid to interrupt the mysterious young man's explanation, will cause discomfort.

Elizabeth didn't notice, just wondered, "Why is Mr. Tu sleeping with himself? ”

“To keep myself from sucking blood.” Rochu whispered softly: “To stop the vampire instinct... remember the claw marks in the stone room? ”

A dense, numb, staggered, insanely drawn claw mark along the road.

They nodded unconsciously.

"'I think every claw mark on it contains a strong love for Miss Karen,' said Rochu. 'I really want to take it off. ”

He moaned painfully and forcibly resisted his instincts and physical needs, as addicts did in order to detoxify, only to grab the cold stone wall with their fingers when it was intolerable.

Suddenly, the moon and Elizabeth remembered something - Elizabeth, unfamiliar with her psychic senses, took them into the memory of Kingwood City.

A few moments of 'seeing’ each other's memories.

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Christmas, 1992.

He and she met at this time two years ago in this place.

Two years later, he and she swimmed back, and by then he had become just like her.

He and she walked into a small bar in thin clothes… the atmosphere was as lively as it had been two years earlier.

It's just that this time the young man didn't fall into poverty and left only a penny of 1 mark, so he didn't go on playing poker with the little gambling customers here.

He and she sat in front of the bar, just looking at each other quietly, waiting quietly for the last bell of Christmas Eve.

He suddenly said, "Actually, I can still feel a flavor. ”

She asked curiously, "Blood? ”

He said softly, "Your lips. ”

When the bell rings, the bar becomes quiet and people are used to beginning to appreciate and embrace their important people at this moment.

He and she held each other and kissed each other.

I really wish I could pass like this every day.

After the kiss, the young man suddenly thought of one thing, he was truly a man of wonder... the woman thought so.

He said, "Do you think we can make a substitute for blood? I think if one day, when we don't have to use humans as food, when we can also order food in restaurants… when people aren't afraid of us, when they look at us as if we were simply looking at yellow, white and black. ”

“Don't be silly. ”

“What if it works? ”

“What if it doesn't work? ”

And he joked, "If you can't do it, then I'll stop sucking blood, and summarize my thoughts, and eventually promote it, and maybe become a star in the vampire world? ”

This is really an unimaginable man... she couldn't help but look at him.

But this man has a great ability to act, and he's almost already wondering if the plan is feasible, "Well I'm afraid a lot of money is needed for research. Though you've accumulated a lot of wealth, I'm afraid it's not enough...”

Soon afterwards, a mythical man appeared in the world's gambling arena, and people just knew his name, but didn't know what he looked like.

He was wearing a half-cut white mask and had not lost in all games. His nickname was "The Gambling God."

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To make every commitment to you, intentionally or unintentionally... just because I love you so much.