Trafford’s Trading Club

Speaking of going to the bathroom to make up, and later also to the bathroom to wash their faces, foreign youths have not yet returned.

The female guard now knows how to pour some water over Rochu and Song Cherry.

The guard room seemed a little quiet.

The boring Song Cherry covered her lips and hit her with an arrear--probably because of the boredom, so she picked up what was on the table and looked at it.

This seems to be the lost and found list filled out by the foreign youth: a green ring.

Of the many ornaments, it seems that the loss rate of the ring is the highest… Song Cherry didn't really think about it, then casually took another look at the contact name written by the foreign youth.

It's actually a flower typeface, and it's very beautiful - Song Cherry couldn't help but look at it twice more and read it: "Agu… Moss… Amadoi… S? Mo... Zart? ”

Song Cherry beat up another debt and tried to read it consistently: "Agumos Amadois Mozart... hates this long name the most. ”

Lochu suddenly took a look at it.

Song Cherry shrugged his shoulders, dropped this information, and then glanced at the two inactive guards next to him, which seemed to mean, "I didn't look at people's things intentionally, they put them here at will.

Lo Qiuguan smiled.

Song Cherry glanced at him and then suddenly moved the stool over. “The guy just said he was a composer, he had a Mozart name or something. Could he be Mozart's grandson or something? ”

Of course, she was just amused. After all, even people with the same name could pull out a lot more than those with the same last name.

“What if it's true?” Lochu suddenly asked.

“If it's true...” Song Sakura stunned. Although she asked such a question, she didn't think about what to do if it was true.

People tend to be like this, curious about a question, making assumptions - but never thinking about what they should be after.

“Don't know!”

Song Cherry consciously said: “Even if Mozart really showed up in front of me, I can't do anything... I'm not a fan of him. ”

“Why don't you go back to the hotel first.” Lochu suddenly said, “I'm not too tired, it doesn't matter if I stay a little longer. ”

“Are you... caring about me?” Song Cherry stared coldly at Lo Qiu.

“Is there a problem?” Lochu smiled.

Song Cherry snapped, then suddenly his hands snapped on Rochu's face - it wasn't a fight, it was just a clamp on Rochu's face with his hands, “Thank you so much, I'm still very spirited. ”

Lo Qiu blinked, probably didn't understand Song Cherry's behavior at this time, and there were some surprises. When he was about to say something, there was a sudden loud noise coming from the outside.

It was truly a tremendous noise, especially in this late-night cold air terminal.

And with this loud noise, there's the thundering alarm bell!

“Is it a bomb...” Song Cherry stood up suddenly and frowned.

The two guards, who at this time called the airport's main desk in panic, intended to ask questions - and Paul, who at this point squatted directly under the table, covered his ears and appeared very scared.

Roccius had some thoughts.

Soon after, the guard man learned from the airport's main desk and told the crowd: "There was an unexplained explosion in the men's bathroom on this floor, and the airport's special police have been dispatched! If possible, would you two please come with us somewhere safe? Now we're gonna shut down all the entrances and exits. Since we don't know if the same situation will happen elsewhere, please understand if someone dangerous is sabotaging us! ”

It's not really something there's no way.

Song Cherry made a phone call with Song Haoran, who was in the hotel, nodded at Lo Qiu, while walking outside the security room, looking at the situation in front of and behind the corridor.

Paul still squatted under the table in panic.

Lochu pushed the chair away and squatted in front of Paul, suddenly he said, "Do you still want to stay here? If you want to go back, you can do it now. ”

Paul slowly opened his eyes and the child's eyes were obviously quite frightened, accompanied by a cry: “Mom...”

“Okay.” Lochu nodded and reached out.

Paul hesitated for a moment and eventually let go of his ear, placing his palm on Lochu's hand. Lochu laughed, then pulled Paul out of the table low and picked him up while he started packing Paul's things.

Books and crayon bags.

“Forget about it, take refuge first!” Song Cherry screamed in a hurry at the door and she had not called, apparently already contacted the Song family - and there were two other men in black suits outside the door at this time.

These are the 'bodyguards' accompanying the Song family. They are all carefully chosen men from the Song family village - as to how the two suddenly emerged, you don't have to think about it.

Probably followed after seeing Song Sakura and Lo Qiu ‘acting on their own’.

With Paul's bag on his back, Rochu walked out with the child and said, "Let's go. ”

The Song family's two bodyguards stood at the side of Lochu and Song Cherry at this moment, staring at the front and rear severely - which surprised the guards in the two guard rooms.

This man and woman, isn't he some kind of young lady or something?

……

……

After pouring a few handfuls of cold water on his face, Agumos took a deep breath, wiped his face off, and then looked at himself in the mirror.

It's just that I keep thinking back to the song that Paul the kid sang.

I can't swing it... it's not a creative car crash at all - but if it's not, where does this song come from that's more complete than the one I wrote about the sea demon?

Is it true that someone wrote it earlier than they did -- and it's exactly the same -- and they copied it instead?

That's ridiculous!

Agumos took another deep breath… His family is somewhat special - his brother, who is a genius in the eyes of his family, takes months to practice his skilled tunes, and his brother only takes a few days.

In the eyes of the family, the elder is exactly the same as the ancestor. Families have high hopes… no matter how hard they try, they can always stand behind their families and look at their brothers as if they were the centers of the world.

Agumos thought his whole life would be like this —— yet the star-like brother suddenly gave up music and became an archaeologist, digging the earth with his near-perfect hands.

Like God's masterpiece's hands, it should jump on black and white keys… Mother, always so darkly nagging.

Archaeology is archaeology.

Agumos felt at least he never gave up music - just that his family never recognized his gift… he was a giftless man.

But Agumos never gave up, and he wanted to prove himself - even if not at all comparable to his genius brother - but at least he was gifted.

This song, which he uses to prove his work -- he's been writing it for almost two years, but every note, every segment, has amassed him.

And now he tells him that this song already exists, that Agumos is a complete joke?

Wrong, he had always grown up in a good family environment, and I'm afraid he wouldn't have been able to stand the stimulus to the madman long ago - and, of course, not much better now.

Joan, Agumos remembered this woman she loved, and it was she who inspired herself to create this song… she was always able to give herself peace.

Agumos picked up the phone at this point, right outside the bathroom door.

This should be the closest bathroom since she came out of the security room, but Agumos didn't meet Joan on her way here... she probably hasn't come out yet?

But to make Agumos strange, the phone had been ringing for a long time and had not been answered, and Agumos, who was more sensitive to sound, had not heard the ringing of the phone coming from the ladies' room.

“Strange, is it already back? You're not going to the other side, are you?” Agumos muttered in confusion.

“Agumos! ”

At that point, he heard Joan's voice —— Joan's voice -- but there seemed to be something different about it.

Despite the doubt in his heart, what Agumos turned to see was indeed Joan.

“How can you...” Agumos opened his mouth slightly, there was always a strange feeling in his heart that he couldn't say, but he couldn't say exactly what it was.

“What's the matter?” Joanne looks at Agumos with confusion, "aren't you feeling well? ”

“Oh... nothing.” Agumos shook his head and thought, I'm afraid, because the song made him care too much. At this time, he was angry, and he tried to calm himself down. “He was probably a little tired, after all, he made such a long plane. ”

Perhaps you should ask Paul the kid where the song came from... at least if someone had written a song that they thought was as good as they were.

“Maybe it's really too tiring for you.” Joanne reached out and grabbed Agumos' hand and blinked her eyes and asked, “Is that really okay? ”

Agumos gave comfort with a smile, and looked back and forth nervously, "Didn't you say, in a joint workplace, you can't be too close? ”

“Nobody! Idiot!” Joan whitewashed Agumos at the moment, "I don't even have an assistant this time. I'm not afraid. What are you afraid of? ”

“I'm too nervous.” Agumos smiled bitterly.

He and Joan knew each other, then fell in love today, and there were a lot of twists and turns in the middle - and by now, the relationship between the two was pure.

Because Joan is truly a devout believer and will resist certain acts before marriage.

“Why don't we leave now?” Joan suddenly said: “After all, there are a lot of people here, it's too long to keep, there's always a problem... I don't know if there are any dogs in the neighborhood. ”

“Oh, that's a terrible thing.” Agumos also quite agrees - that the stalking of stars is something that is already commonplace.

“But what about the kid in the guard room?” Agumos was worried at the moment: "If you don't clarify, God knows if those two guards will talk nonsense, and there are a bunch of young men and women who don't know… after all, your identity has been revealed. ”

“You fool! The child is in the hands of the guard. If his parents want to come and claim it, why don't you clarify everything?” Joanne didn't say well.

“That's true.” Agumos nodded and suddenly said: "But what about the ring? ”

“I've found the ring.” Joan raised his palm at this time, only on the middle finger of his right hand, at this time wearing a turquoise ring, "it still seems to have my fortune, I picked it up just now on the road! ”

“I wish I could get it back.” Agumos nodded, just not happily imagined… because he had no reason to stay.

Then you can't find what that song really wants.

“Do you… seem unhappy?” Joanne looks up now, "isn't this a very important gift from your brother? ”

“No, you think too much.” Agumos laughed, "then let's go! ”

Boo--!!!

A loud and abrupt sound followed by an audible alarm bell.

Joan suddenly looked back in horror, but there was no one in the aisle at this time. Joan suddenly took a few steps back and grabbed Agumos's hand, “Go...”

“Go?”

Joan hastily said, "Isn't that what triggered the alarm? Something's wrong. It's not safe. Aren't we going first? ”

“Yes…” Agumos nodded.

The two men quickly walked to the arrivals hall and gradually saw passengers panicking out of other corridors - broadcasts of what had sounded in the corridor calling for evacuation.

Joan and Agumos quickly rendezvous with the crowd, and then came to the arrivals hall to pick up their luggage.

……

……

Ouch... Ouch!!

Han Bingjiang climbed up very hard and shook his head —— he just remembered being knocked over hard.

And the one who did it was Joanne, the star.

Han Bingjiang consciously wanted to rub where he had been knocked, but at this point he suddenly realized what he was holding - he looked down and was definitely a silver fork.

Forks for western food.

There's red blood on the fork!

Han Bingjiang suddenly threw this fork on the ground - but this is not the most frightening place for Han Bingjiang!

What frightens him most is that in this man's bathroom, right next to where he climbed up, there's a woman's body sitting on the wall right now!

Blood all over her body, I'm afraid, has already lost too much blood and died... and her face has been peeled off more directly, but her eyes have not closed.

‘She'... eyes without eyelids are staring dead at Han Bingjiang, as if ‘she’ had not died at all!

Han Bingjiang fell to the ground in panic again!