Trafford’s Trading Club

They soon entered Qian Er's house.

Perhaps because of the laughing-dead relationship, the debt collector hasn't appeared in two days, Qian Er is a bit floating, the beer peanut shell in the house messed up. When Liu Minghao and Weizidao arrived, the goods were still sleeping on the couch.

But it also facilitates the work of the two.

Guardian first took a striped metal stick and stabbed it all over Qian Er's body, "Brother Huo, there is no unusual energy response. ”

“Looks like you're not capable… take over.” Liu Minghao said something casually and then moved to the chair. The paper towel covered his nose and sat down.

The guardian nodded and came to Qian Er's face, pinching a strange print, reading words in his mouth, and then dotted on Qian Er's forehead - it was some sort of trapeze, and the effect was similar to hypnosis.

Of course, the effect of hypnosis varies from person to person and from practitioner to practitioner to practitioner - in the classroom, the achievements in this regard are excellent, kind of top notch, so graduation early, officially promoted as an agent on duty.

Under the role of pragmatic Taoism, Qian Er slowly opened his eyes, only the expression Mune, unconscious.

Liu Minghao began to ask some questions about the other night… Qian Er's statement is basically consistent with the statements made to the police by several of his frequently laughing companions.

At a time when Liu Minghao and Weizidao felt that their luck had failed, Qian Er's words revealed something that had not been documented.

“Gun?” Liu Minghao frowned. “What gun, who gave you the gun? ”

Money looks hollow, but speech is clear: "Silver gun. I can't see him. He said he could help me kill Smiley, so I shot him. ”

“What about the gun?” The guardian asked hastily.

Qian Er shook his head slowly, "I don't know. ”

Liu Minghao stared at Qian Er for a while before waving his hand. At this time again, Qian Er fell on the couch and fell asleep.

“Brother Ho, it is now revealing a little bit.” The guard moaned: “The deceased in the prison, who often laughed, were shot in the forehead to death and could not find a bullet… while Qian Er said that someone had given him a silver gun. ”

Liu Minghao nodded, “This gun is most likely a specially refined manipulator… perhaps this way to explain its strange method of killing. But at one point, why did the person behind it choose to give the gun to Money Two instead of doing it himself? So, that time at the prison, wasn't it a similar operation? ”

The guardian walked back and forth and said in his heart: “If the murderer did it himself, he wouldn't leave behind money Er, a blossom that is difficult for ordinary people to find, and I'm afraid we still have no clue... but the murderer did it because the murderer himself couldn't use the gun directly? ”

“Alternatively, certain conditions are required for the use of this gun.” Liu Minghao's mind twisted wildly, "even though he most likely was doing something... experimental or something? ”

“If it was an experiment, there was a good chance that the next victim would show up.” Dalton reacted, "Brother Ho, if that's the case, then it's too dangerous! ”

“Don't panic, it's just our guess.” Liu Minghao shook his head: “If the gun really fires a bullet to kill, and the bullet automatically disappears after killing, then the gun is no longer an ordinary instrument. You know, not to mention the prison cell, it's just a lot of laughter. The car is sealed, it can only be said that the bullet suddenly appeared in front of him, frontally killing... Think about it, this means of ignoring space, of all the ways we've learned, could there be something similar? ”

The guardian thought, “I heard that some powerful monks can move people for thousands of miles in an instant with an inn method. Many doors also have tricks that can pass through walls. ”

“Wall penetration works only with ghosts. Normal people, even Daoists or demons, can't do it. This has been tested countless times by the Department of Development. It can only be said that this instrument is capable of generating, within the prescribed range, a bullet-like energy that, after killing, disappears and the bullet disappears naturally.” Liu Minghao shook his head, "tearing space is not impossible, but the energy required is too powerful, even at the heart of a nuclear bomb explosion, does not possess such capability. ”

“It's not that we don't have enough energy, it's that we use energy with very low levels.” But the guardian said, “I've heard Dr. Zhao's lecture. As he has already mentioned, there is still a shortcoming in the use of energy through the current means of humankind. As for the Taoist demons, they are not only higher than us, but they are not necessarily the end. ”

Liu Minghao waved his hand, “We won't discuss this. All we need to know is that someone gave money for the gun at the time, and this person, who once appeared in the alley, is fine - so we don't have a clue... go to that alley. ”

……

……

The optimized world in the game makes Rocchu more satisfied.

But he didn't stay too long, just as a cruise - he didn't even look for the ‘Lord God' who was playing in the castle.

Loya was still the same, she was stranger to everything when she went in, and after she came out, she was still stranger to everything. Only when she is alone with Lochu will she reveal a look of peace of mind in the dark.

Lochu didn't leave Loya's room until she slept slowly.

“Master, are you going home?” The maid appeared beside Lochu and asked softly.

This does not seem to be the same as in the past, when Lochu would come in the morning and go back after dinner, all would go home to rest, and the storm would not change.

“Well, I'll see you tomorrow.” Rochu nodded with a smile.

Unight loves this answer because tomorrow will be quick for her, in the long years, such a short wait will not be an outdated little hibernation.

She was born in the club, and now 300 years have passed, going back and forth through two owners.

The new boss allowed her to gradually recover from a certain cold, and she naturally fought harder to cherish the present owner... and was even more reluctant to have a new owner to replace him in the future.

Just close your eyes gently and wait one night to see him again… what more can you expect?

Not surprisingly, she had never had such strong thoughts before, but they were born now... she just felt good, seemed to have broken through the shackles in the underworld and got some sort of permission.

Rocchu was also curious, he felt that his maid seemed to have added a hint of fireworks... In Rocchu's eyes, the maid at this time, drilled away that body as an alchemy doll, in his black and white vision, more and more radiant.

You can hug and take possession of the sparkle.

Instead of leaving as usual, he took Unight's hand to her usual seated position and watched her sleep quietly - until she had immersed herself in the figure's body and her soul was hazy.

Lochu gradually disappeared from the lobby until a candle had been removed and the light had accompanied her.

For the time being, it means his day as boss is almost over.

Hiddenly, Rocchu feels that he has some kind of connection to the altar that he can't even think about - seems to be closer than he was before.

He still can't guess the idea of the altar, but it seems that the altar has begun to respond proactively to some of his thoughts - perhaps more mune… for example, by closing the door.

Close the door in the real sense, it's not really closed... as long as you show up, there will always be a passive situation of the transaction, which seems to be a little different.

Lochu feels intuitively that he seems to be free to turn on and off this‘ passive ’capability… it will not happen again and he is no longer in a position to do so.

Lochu can't say whether this is good or not... as if the altar gives him more freedom, but if it is, it also seems to indicate that he is more suited to the needs of the altar.

Has his emotion, without his knowledge, ablated to the extent that he himself feels comfortable?

But he still had everyone in his heart for years, nothing different.

He implicitly felt that there seemed to have been an opportunity, but it had passed without even his own awareness, or oblivion because of something more irresistible.

As soon as he stepped out of the club door, Rocchu even had a strange feeling… the altar seemed to wish he had gone on like this.

There is a feeling of a gentle embrace with a pair of hands.

……

The white Alpha actually docked outside the police station for two days.

In fact, there are two other similar Alphas that exist in different places at the same time —— one at the University of Political Science and Law and the other at the side of the traffic brigade.

Without a doubt, this is Miss Song's arm.

After collecting a large amount of information through the hands of the Zhang family, and finally locking the suspects into three, Ms. Song Cherry, who had been appointed, was quite persevering and even personally engaged.

However, this kind of surveillance work is actually boring - staying in the car for at least a few days without doing it, eating and drinking are bought on the street, not even fine food - without even exercising, Song Cherry feels like she can pinch a layer of grease out of her stomach.

Miss Song suddenly feels a little grieved... why should she be so upset?

How angry!

She moved the seat, and the whole person was almost half lying down... I felt that Song Cherry had become moldy. At this point, she beat up an arrears and asked casually: “Is Zhou Yuxuan really not coming out again? ”

“No, ma'am.” The person beside me answered quickly, and at the same time saw that this seemed to be the mental limit of the lady, "she said.“ Miss, why don't I send someone to take you back to Zhang's house to rest. We'll take care of this. ”

“Aren't I wasting my time these days?” Song Chelton snorted coldly, "Dead head... don't let me find out the truth... so fierce me, so fierce me!! ”

In fact, Miss Song Sakura also has her own little theater.

- Sophisticated and cold-blooded Miss Song Sakura, dumped a pile of materials on the table, her toes high, "Look! When I find out the truth about you! Don't waste the power of the gray! ”

So Lo Qiu looked admirably, "Song Cherry, you're amazing. I never knew that you cared so much about me... sorry, I didn't have a good attitude towards you before. Can you give me a chance? ”

Miss Song Sakura: “You know what's wrong? Too late, unless you...”

“Miss, miss?” The bodyguard, at this time, felt that his big lady seemed a little inappropriate. After strange smiles on her face, she couldn't help but scream carefully.

“Scared? Oh... nothing, I suddenly thought of something.” Song Cherry noodles did not change color... opened the curtain and looked out, "By the way, evacuate the traffic police, focus on the investigation of Gao Wen and Zhou Yuxuan. ”

The bodyguards nodded and agreed with Song Cherry - today they found Gao Wen and Zhou Yuxuan in the cemetery.

“Okay, I'll tell you what. ”

Song Cherry continued: “Run away later, don't buy me any more rice soy milk... I want to throw up! ”

It was already the beginning of the Chinese light, the streets were in a hurry to few, and dinner time was at the end of the day.

“Understood.” The bodyguard nodded. "There's a salmon chicken down the street. Would you like to try it, miss? ”

Song Cherry waved his hand irrelevantly, “Just do it, it's not soy milk rice. ”

“I'll be right there.” The bodyguard left immediately.

There are two bodyguards sitting in the driver's seat in front of them. They are all hundreds of fighters. There shouldn't be too many problems if they leave for a short time... I think the bodyguard is the push door to pull the car.

Only at this time, the door was knocked a few times... the sound of this knock made the bodyguard frown, while also allowing Song Cherry to concentrate a bit.

The bodyguard blocked Song Cherry with one hand and pressed his other hand behind his waist, which suddenly pulled Alpha's door open for a moment, and he said, “Who! ”

A young man in plain clothes with a smile, carrying two bags, stood outside the door of the car - Rochu.

“Master Qiu...” The bodyguard naturally recognized the new master of the Song family at first sight, and he couldn't help but touch it.

Naturally, she couldn't reach Song Cherry. She opened her eyes, opened her mouth and squeezed it out for half a day before speaking poorly. "Where did you come from? ”

“After, when I saw you here, I came to see you.” Rochu smiled a little, "I guess you didn't eat, so I bought some. ”

“Young Master Qiu has a heart.” The attitude of the bodyguards has naturally changed, they have been trained and indoctrinated to serve the Song family… There is quite an ancient style of domestic servitude.

“Are you so kind?” Song Cherry whispered coldly, "You're not here to see my jokes, are you? ”

“Thank you for doing so much for me.” Lo Qiu softly said.

Song Cherry momentarily defeated the army like a mountain. “What did you buy? I'm telling you, I don't put any garbage in the belly of a king! ”

“Soy milk and rice. Want some?” Rochu lifted the bag in his hand, "the old store, I used to eat it a lot, it tasted good and it was still hot. ”

Oops... the bodyguard sighed, this is something the lady doesn't want to be named.

If not, Song Cherry's lips trembled... “Okay, I'll spare it. ”

Miss... where's your choreography?