Trafford’s Trading Club

This is a strange feeling… when Lochu is facing this new guest.

He was sober and clearly aware that he might not be fit to face the Guest these few days - but he almost instantly regained his old state - or was given the old state.

For sober and clear reasons, Rochu didn't even feel any weird about it, but took it for granted - so he thought it was a strange feeling, not a weird one.

The degree of assimilation with the club far exceeded his estimation of himself… He looked at the customer in front of him, a sense of comfort that seemed like oil, and gradually made him feel that this was where he ultimately belonged.

For a moment, the boss's change didn't hide it from Dae-chul.

The Dark Soul Messenger is almost equal to the boss's possessions, the Dark Soul Messenger's perception of the boss is very strong nature... Da Zheshang and so, the maid naturally doesn't have to say much.

Dae-chul saw a beautiful smile on the maid's face from last night until now.

All of a sudden, Dae-chul frowned... frowned, perhaps just an instinct, and he couldn't say for himself, what exactly.

……

New customers, not as panicky as usual - new guests, calm and comfortable, easy to relate to people who may be acquaintances, or who have some extraordinary power themselves.

But in fact, the new Guest is just a normal person who can't be normal anymore. Without a bit of extraordinary power, he is definitely not a very knowledgeable customer... to say the least, he is cold.

Grey eyes.

Boss Luo looked at each other's eyes, which were ordinary people's black eyes, but the boss thought of grey... the kind that squeezed out a lot of white pigment on the black pigment and forcibly blended grey white.

The new Guest, after listening to the maid's rules about the business of the club, falls into silence - between the beginning and the silence, the new Guest asks only three questions.

- "Where is this? ”

"Why am I here? ”

- "Who are you?" ”

……

“Mr. Chen Mingming, don't you know what else you have in mind?” The boss starts by talking - the new Guest's name is Chen Ming.

But he didn't introduce himself, and the boss just called out his name.

He… Zhen Zheng merely took an unexpected look. He relaxed himself and, from now on, began to measure everything around him.

Placed on a display stand, with all sorts of weird things, not far behind the counter, that wide variety of wine stash, an old record player at the corner of the wall, and a seating clock.

“Know why it's called Ming Ming?” He suddenly looked at the boss, with no expression on his eyes, his lips slightly moving, as if splitting his face in the first half was static, while the lower half was a dynamic combination.

Lo Qiu shook his head slightly... because he knew that Zhang Zheng might like to speak for himself.

“When they named me that, they wanted me to be clear.” Zhen Ming lifted his hands and placed them on the table. "Being a person is clear and clear, doing things is clear and clear, and living is also clear and clear. ”

“They?” the boss asked suddenly.

“Can anyone besides them have the right to name their children?” Ming Ming said softly.

Boss Luo nodded... In all seriousness, Boss Luo smiled slightly: “Guests, you already know the rules, but think about it, do you want to buy something? ”

“Gun, give me a gun.” Statement seems to know what he wants, "a gun that can kill anyone. ”

His request has moved Daechul a bit - but in this deal, the Dark Soul Messenger is not qualified to speak… because it is not a task to find the Golden Lord, who has come before the Boss, which is the last step.

Boss Luo suddenly changed his posture and placed his hands on his legs, looking at the neck of Chen Ming's clothes... Here is a small tattoo pattern that revealed itself.

It's just too little to reveal, and under normal circumstances, it's hard to know exactly what the complete pattern is.

“Mr. Chan, is there someone you want to kill?” The boss asked softly after a while.

Zhen Ming shook his head, his eyes still grey and white, “No. Just think that if there were times, there would be such a means at hand. ”

Boss Luo nodded, "Mr. Chen, anything is sold here, but there is a premise. We need, at least, the equivalent of something. For us, Mr. Chen's own abilities, combined all, you are only in the category of ordinary people. But as you can see, being here also means being extraordinary... a gun that can kill anyone, we can give, but Mr. Chen can't afford it. ”

“That's normal.” Instead of being disappointed, Chen Ming nodded quite reasonably, "So how about a gun that could kill anyone I could kill? ”

“Theoretically, under certain circumstances, ordinary people can also kill extraordinary people.” Boss Luo smiled slightly: “Mr. Chen's definition is somewhat too broad. ”

Zhen Ming was silent for a moment and was about to ask again.

But Boss Luo suddenly said, “Mr. Chen, I can recommend you a gun that should suit your needs...”

As he spoke, the boss opened his palm, a silver pistol, which, starting from the part of the handle, appeared a little bit... silver, just the shine it was forming, and when it was completely molded, it became gloomy.

Boss Lo put this silver pistol on the table and said slowly: "This gun is not quite done, it needs to be injected into your soul to be complete. Moreover, it cannot use ordinary bullets, it can only use bullets made by Mr. Chen with your own life. ”

“With my life as a bullet?” Chen Zheng seems to have a touch of movement.

"We know that if we really want to kill a person, I am talking about a situation where there is little difference in individual force, if we are willing to take the time, we can always find an opportunity - time can kill a person, would Mr. Chen deny that? ”

Chen Ming shook his head slightly.

“Then use your time as a bullet to kill the person you say you have the ability to kill. ”

“How do I know how much time my bullet will take? ”

“This gun will naturally tell you when you need to use a bullet. ”

“How? ”

“When Mr. Chen is no longer able to load this gun, we will recycle it… and your soul, what do you think? ”

“Play dead? ”

Boss Luo smiled slightly: “Theoretically, as long as Mr. Chen never fires the first bullet, your life will only end naturally. ”

For a long time, in the eyes of the boss, under the watchful eye of the maid, Chen Ming slowly picked up the silver pistol on the table.

Until he left in front of Boss Lo, Ming Ming never said a word.

Dae-chul frowned and walked to Rochu's side. He couldn't help but say: "Boss, this guy... seems dangerous. Aren't you afraid he'll mess around if you give him this gun? ”

“We sell whatever the Guest wants to buy.” Rochu said softly: “Isn't that what it is? ”

Da Cheol opened his mouth and didn't say anything at all, just nodded and slowly retreated - since the owner of Lo Qiu felt fine, he naturally had no position to rebut Lo Qiu as the owner.

The master's will must not be contradicted… this was engraved in the deepest brands when he became a dark soul.

Midnight started packing the table, “Master, you just came back and said," What do you want? ”

Lochu shook his head, “I was going to the altar, but all of a sudden, I didn't want to go... well, I suddenly wanted to have your dinner. ”

“I'm going to get ready. ”

The maid left with a smile and her footsteps seemed happy.

……

……

The car slowly entered the parking lot of the neighborhood. After parking, Zhou Yuxuan did not get off at the first time, but sat alone in the car.

When he adjusted the seat, he lay on the driver's seat and closed his eyes... the engine was never shut.

About half an hour later, Zhou Yuxuan got out of the car.

He started sniffing his clothes when he suddenly rang Mahoud's words... it really smelled bad - how long has it been since he took a bath?

“Officer Chow, are you back? ”

In the underground garage, a middle-aged man just walked out of the elevator. Looking like he was going to drive out, I'm afraid he was Zhou Yushan's neighbor, otherwise he wouldn't greet him enthusiastically.

“Hmm.” Zhou Yuxuan nodded.

Despite the neighbor's name, he remembers his appearance, and he has the impression of what he has said in the past... In the face of each other's warm greetings, Zhou Yuxuan is not comfortable.

He quickly escaped from the neighbor's cold and quickly walked back to his house, opening the door.

“I go back...”

Zhou Yuxuan shook his head, closed the door, left the key at the entrance position at the closet by the wall, didn't change shoes, walked straight to the living room and sat on the couch.

Perhaps the reason I haven't been back for too long… The moment I sat down, the fabric couch raised some dust.

He turned on the TV at random, just in time for the evening news.

“A special news story is now being broadcast. This morning, in a self-built house on Longhua Road in my city, there was a horrific murder...”

Zhou Yuxuan didn't listen. Turn off the TV at will.

He suddenly remembered that the goldfish kept at home seemed not to be fed, and that the water had not been changed for a long time - Zhou Yuxuan stood up hastily and before walking to the fish tank, he found that the silver dragon fish, which had been well raised, had turned its belly and floated to the surface.

Zhou Yuxuan hurriedly reached out to collect the body of the dead fish, but when he reached into the water, he remembered that his sleeve was not pinched, and he had to pull out his hand again.

But the buttons on the shirt's sleeves were not as easy to untie as usual. Zhou Yushan lived a few times and still couldn't untie them - he suddenly gave up, his hands pillows were on the edge of the fish tank and his wrists were submerged in the water.

Suddenly, Zhou Yuxuan suddenly pushed the fish tank to the ground.

The glass broke and the water in the fish tank sprinkled on the ground, dampening his body... the silver dragon fish didn't do anything about it, they just lay motionless on the ground.

Zhou Yuxuan suddenly squatted on the ground, looking at it like this, watching... He suddenly stood up again, hastily picked up the cleaning tools, and swept away the broken glass and the dead fish.

Then he dried the floors and looked at what seemed to be a worse interior environment, throwing the mop on his hand with his hand... so he stood there, looking at the wall clock in the living room, turning a little bit.

For a long time, Zhou Yuxuan gently hammered his forehead, then wiped his face, then turned to walk to the door, grabbed the key, went out, all the way to the garage, and drove out.

……

Zhou Yuxuan later went to a relatively high-end residential area.

He rang the doorbell before parking at a two-story villa near the community's artificial lake. Shortly afterwards, the gate opened and a elegant man came out.

The man saw Zhou Yuxuan's arrival as if he had been surprised. "Yuxuan? ”

Zhou Yuxuan looked at the man in front and exhaled, “High team, can I go in for a seat... I... headache. ”

High team... Gao Wen opened his mouth and nodded, “Come in first. ”

Gao Wen took Zhou Yuxuan into the study and let him sit on a recliner. Then he moved to the chair and did it beside Zhou Yuxuan.

“Yuxiang, you haven't had a headache in recent months, why did you suddenly commit it again?” Gavin frowned and asked.

Zhou Yuxuan lay down and his fist tapped his forehead gently. "I don't know... Gao team, can you give me some more of the medicine you prescribed last time? ”

"It's just a regular sleeping pill," Gao Wen said. "I'm just giving you a little rest. It's not really a cure for headaches... Are you having nightmares again? ”

Zhou Yuxuan shook his head, “No. ”

"I think you're just too tired," Gao Wen said. "When I saw you this morning, I felt like everyone was getting tired. Yu Xiang, what you need is not medicine, nor is it my treatment. All you need is rest. ”

Zhou Yuxuan smiled bitterly: "I almost had an argument with Mahoud today. He let me go home to rest... go home? People go home as a break, I go home as a sin... it's not interesting. ”

Gao Wen patted Zhou Yushan's shoulder. “I don't recommend you to continue taking the medicine, but it's okay if you drink wine. Drinking some red wine will help you sleep. Someone just gave me a nice bottle of red wine. My wife was not home for two days. She was also idle. How many drinks are you having with me? ”

“Sure.” Zhou Yuxuan's tight face loosened slightly.

Watching Gao Wen start to open the wine decanting at the small bar in the study, Zhou Yuxuan suddenly asked: “By the way, how have you been lately? ”

“If you care about your son, why don't you go see for yourself?” Gavin shook his head: “I'm just his teacher, not his father. ”

Zhou Yuxuan shook his head. “Don't worry about red, let's have some white..."