Trafford’s Trading Club

Slightly opened a curtain and placed her fingers in the sun. Immediately after the moon went down, she felt a burning sensation from the flame, which she immediately retrieved.

The day should be the most energetic time, but there is no doubt that she is unusually tired right now. The moon clock struck an arrears, his head was a little dizzy, and he glanced at the closet.

Elizabeth was in this closet, falling asleep long ago - they had quietly left the hospital before dawn, escaped the blockade of government and military personnel, and found a nice hotel to stay in.

“Falling moon? The moon?”

At this time, Zhong Yue is making an international long-distance call, the other end of which is located in the capital of China. Because of the jet lag, her grandfather and grandfather Chung had already fallen asleep. Grandpa Luo answered the phone, a robe that followed her for half a century and died together.

“I'm listening, Grandpa Lo.” Zhong Yue rubbed his eyebrows and then responded, "It's just that he's still a little tranced and uncomfortable. ”

There are many reasons to call home. In fact, before she arrived in the city and attended the banquet of Tutsenyi Winery, her bodyguard was blocked by the Song family. By the time the bodyguard was taken to the hospital, she had received information far from her home in the capital city of China, and then the ancient castle of the estate collapsed, and there was a zombie crisis in the hospital, etc., which could not be hidden.

“You're not in the right mood.” Grandpa Luo's voice is kind, "whoever comes across these things doesn't feel good. Rest assured, I will arrange for someone to pick you up right away... this time the Songs have gone too far, it is time to knock and hit. ”

“Grandpa Luo, this has nothing to do with the Songs.” At this point in the moon, Zhong Zheng cheered up: “Song Cherry is just joking with me, now for the Song family, there is enough focus... we can just sit and watch now. ”

Then Grandpa Luo said: “There are some recognized rules in the business war, the struggle, whether it is conspiracy or masculinity. The act of direct action against future generations of the world is to break the rules. The Zhongjia and Song families did not have a fight in the mall, at best they just ran into each other in the gambling industry, originally the river did not infringe the well water... rest assured, the Zhongjia family is not nothing. Now that you've been through it, when you get back, there are some things the old man should tell you too. ”

Is there... something hidden in the Zhong family that is unknown? Maybe it's some kind of powerful force, but the moon doesn't look good - because the Songs still have that mysterious person.

It was too sleepy. Zhong Yue was a little confused about what Grandpa Luo had said on the phone. She only answered a few words afterwards. Finally, the call ended, and Zhong Yue fell asleep directly on the table.

She dreamed of losing herself in the mountains when she was a child and practicing in the army. Hidden in a tree hole, curled, fearful.

From time to time, the sound of the beast is heard in the mountain forest.

With regard to this memoir, the moon is always a little vague, and it is perhaps too much to hope that this terrible experience can be forgotten.

“Are you lost, too? ”

She suddenly heard a tender voice, and suddenly a little head burst out in front of the tree cave, and light... fire.

“I'm lost, too. The leaves are blocking the sky. I can't find the North Star, so can I hide here too? My dad says it's safer to hide at night. ”

A little boy, not too old, probably a few years younger than her with a torch in his hand.

I can't remember... I can't remember.

……

……

It's been 48 hours, that's two days.

According to the crisis public relations, 48 hours after an event occurs is the best time to deal with it and the most important time to deal with it.

Recently, a patient who has taken dangerous drugs' zombie bath salt 'has suddenly gone mad in a hospital. This‘ bath salt 'may be somewhat different from the general circulation, it is horribly contagious and can be insane, irrational and bloodthirsty and can lead to a serious tendency towards violence and is dangerous.

Ouyangjie lay in bed, watching the local news reports, always felt that this interpretation was somewhat unreasonable... implicitly, Ouyangjie felt that things were not that simple.

But the government has taken control of public opinion, and folklore is not uniform, and everyone in every hospital has signed a confidentiality agreement - and, of course, some material compensation - but even so, so-called trail news has spread.

These, too, are headaches for crisis PR, but responsibility has been shifted to so-called 'zombie bath salt’.

The Government's drug treatment services have called on society to consciously resist the spread of such illicit drugs and not to cause loss of life and property for the sake of a period of pleasure.

Eating ‘zombie bath salt' and then attacking people, there have been a number of incidents, and the pictures of these drug users coming up are somewhat similar to the zombies that appeared in this incident - people are more willing to believe that it's ‘drugs' than some kind of movie to panic…

Ouyangjie turned off the TV.

After that night, he was placed in a separate ward, where various examinations were carried out and now awaiting the results of the examinations, otherwise he was not allowed to leave the hospital… As for the so-called human rights - he was not a citizen of the country.

Uncle Kim gave him the status of a citizen of the United States - his own detention - when he came out of the Massacre, and it was now the United States Embassy that intervened with the local government.

Ouyangjie said he could understand that he had been contacted after the fall of the moon and that she was temporarily unable to intervene in the matter. But I was somewhat dissatisfied with the fact that the moon had left the hospital early.

Just considering the level of confusion and danger of the hospital at the time, she would choose to evacuate first, which is also a big deal… After all, the children of the world are the children of the world, preserving themselves as a priority, a concept that has been instilled since childhood.

It's just that he's no longer in the mood to think about the fall of the moon, because for him, the more pressing thing to worry about is the ancient castle.

Over time, those buried underground become more and more dangerous… but the difficulty of digging is enormous and many have lost hope. And he, himself, has made the worst plans.

This trip home had many thoughts, but now Ouyangjie has a feeling of nothing. If he puts his life in a gamble, then he is the one who presents the power of output.

He had not taken care of himself for a few days and was full of questions and anxieties. His face was long overgrown and the whole person appeared to be depraved.

But then he got a call from an insurance company.

“Is this Mr. Ouyangjie? There is a Mr. Kim Woo Cheng who purchased an insurance policy at our company. The designated beneficiary is you. We already know about Mr. Kim Woo Cheng's death. Although it is not possible to determine whether he is still alive or not, we intend to contact you as soon as possible, preferably in preparation. Naturally, it would be best if Mr. King were still alive. ”

“Insurance… what insurance?” Ouyang Jie's heart was blown away.

“As such, Mr. Kimwood kept a safe at the bank, which according to the agreement, only you could open if he died unfortunately. ”

“Uncle Kim... left it for me? ”

Ouyangjie looked out the window subconsciously and suddenly felt the sun was a little dazzling.

……

……

Being stuck in a hospital is a painful thing, and many things remain the same, it's a thing that makes people not happy... probably.

“Why doesn't this guy look unhappy at all? ”

With regard to Ms. Song Cherry, Sumei found that she had no idea how to get back —— speaking, Sumei herself felt like a lucky person.

The castle collapsed, there were no zombies on it, and there was a disaster in the hospital, but the bodyguards who were assigned to look after themselves were not so lucky at the time - in short, they often say that there must be a blessing if the catastrophe is not to die, right?

An opportunity often accompanied by Song Sakura is what many people want.

Because of being asked to be hospitalized, Song Cherry, who was bored to almost explode, could only find Sumei to accompany her... She glanced at Mr. Lo Qiu in the pavilion downstairs of the inpatient department.

They all call him Master Qiu. It seems that in the Song family, he is a son of the same position as Miss Song Cherry.

“Perhaps Master Qiu is a more cheerful man?” Sumei was careful with the tunnel.

“Even you called this guy Young Master?” Song Cherry looked at Sumei with some dissatisfaction, which made Sumei's face look a little hard.

“Forget it, it's not your fault.” Song Cherry shook his head and continued to look at the tablet on his hands - it was full of documents sent by the group. Song Cherry, who could not work, had to deal with some things here, and then began to look up the accounts of the Song dynasty all last year for too much leisure reasons.

The electricity bill was small enough to be left out.

Why do I have to work here, and that guy is happy to tell a kid a story in the pavilion?

Yes, the gazebo was filled with not only Rocchu and his accompanying bonus, but also a few children from the inpatient department.

It's quite child-friendly... Song Cherry muttered and then suddenly frowned, “Sumei, last June, what happened to the spending on China Street? ”

Secretary Su Mei frowned and hurried to the tablet to look. She just looked at it for a while and didn't see anything strange. “This… seems to be nothing wrong, Miss Sakura. ”

“The number is incorrect, 700,000 less.” Song Cherry frowned, "the total was correct, but all expenses on the bill were 700,000 less. ”

Such a large bill... calculated by heart? Su Mei looked at Song Cherry in surprise.

Song Cherry frowned, took the tablet and slid his fingers fast, then marked six places on the document.

“This… this thing is a little sloppy.” Subrow shook her head.

Song Cherry suddenly said: “It's not them... someone is making a fake account. ”

“Fake account?!” Sumei was surprised.

Song Cherry suddenly stood up, “Go back to your room and ask the group to send me the accounts for almost three years, especially about China Street. ”

“Got it. ”

The two left in a hurry.

At the gazebo, Luo Qiu looked up and stopped looking at the back of Song Cherry and Sumei's departure.

“Young master, can I help you?” Guinness asked hastily.

“Nothing.” Rochu laughed, “Where was I? ”

A child in the gazebo hurried, “Brother, you just said that Icarus stopped when he was about to fly to the sun without listening to his father's advice. What happened back there? ”

"Icarus was so proud that he thought he could fly higher, that the wax on his wings melted because of the heat of the sun that his feathers fell from his body. When all his feathers disappeared, Icarus could no longer fly in the sky, and he eventually fell into the sea. The waves drowned him, leaving only feathers floating on the surface. ”

“Ah... what happened to Icarus? Is he dead?” The children asked in horror.

Lochu said slowly, "Do you want him dead? ”

The children shook their heads.

And Rochu said, "So you take this story, and what do you think happened? ”

“His father Daedalus saved him! If I was in danger, my father would have saved me!” A little girl said.

“Well... he can swim, so he can swim to shore, then find his father Daedalus, and then they live happily ever after!” A little boy raised his hand and said.

“The whale at sea saved him and sent him to shore!” Little boy.

“He met the mermaid princess and became a good friend!” Little girl.

Rocciu listened quietly, and the story was getting a little strange, but it was getting interesting.

Later, the nurse came and led the children away, and when it came to taking the injections, there were only two left in the gazebo: Rochu and Kanhong.

"Young Master, Icarus is dead, isn't he? ”

Lochu nodded: "The sea buried him, then flushed his body to the shore. His father Daedalus found Icarus' body. Later, Daedalus took his people to a new place and lived a good life. It's just that Daedalus hasn't been happy in his life. ”

“But... why not tell these kids?” Glamorous: “Doesn't this mythological story mean that pride inevitably brings death? ”

“There is also a theory of fatalism.” Lochu suddenly said: "Daedalus framed Talos and was betrayed, but escaped punishment, but Icarus died instead. ”

“This…”

“Don't you think it's too heavy for those kids just now? ”

“One day they'll grow up and realize that, right? ”

“Then why not wait for them to grow up?” Rochu laughed: “Now I know, but not so many interesting and wonderful sequels... right? ”