Trafford’s Trading Club

Lochu didn't think about it anymore and carefully hid his thoughts in his heart.

He felt that the altar at this time seemed to be missing something and had a feeling of being too rigid... he didn't know if he had the kind of hidden communication he had had with the altar and if the previous boss could do it.

But subconsciously, he felt that perhaps this altar was the one the previous boss had met.

There's no basis for this, it's just a feeling.

Leaving the most vulnerable things here for the time being, Lochu sorted out his thoughts and opened the door to the negative three levels. He was in a difficult mood, but it didn't seem heavy, just returning to normal.

Upon his return, Lo Qiu did not see Da Cheol. Yue said that the place where he had chosen to live on the British side was a nice estate, but a little wasted, so he arranged Da Cheol to go back and clean up the estate first.

Nero was with us.

This is tantamount to saving Miss Nero from the horrible copying hell, the 270,000 times the punishment has been copied, nor has Miss Nero copied 3,000 times so far... The maid's code is too long, and the copying fountain pen won't rot, but Miss Nero will still use hand cramps.

So she accepted the task with great pleasure, she was happy, she was not relieved at the time of the trip, if she was not standing beside the maid, she was presumed to want to die again, to discuss with the boss whether or not to adopt her.

The store was quiet in a moment.

Luo Qiu has taken back those evil seals traded back from the rich woman Suzijun in the Tarzan affair, sacrificed a wave, life within the original red line has long recovered, even far exceeded his standards before his trip to South America, can be said to have been completely free of stress.

Lo Qiu is the boss, linked to the owner of the altar, and there is no major mission waiting for him to accomplish, and even less will the Great King show up to wait for him to fight... or to say that he is already a Great King to some extent.

Suddenly, Rochu had a feeling… that he was in his best shape now.

“Excursion? ”

In front of the counter, the maid waiting for the master to return from the altar space, some unexpectedly asked... the master was a little different this time, but now it seems to have recovered.

“It's spring.” Rochu smiled slightly: “Let's go trample the green. ”

The maid was absolutely obedient to her master's will, so she nodded when she heard the words. Since we're going on a field trip, it's natural to prepare some food.

“Let's all make sandwiches.” Boss Lo pinched his sleeve and smiled lightly.

So I called Loya out of the room, and the three of them were in the kitchen, and they made a sandwich that needed a layer of...

……

“Don't you have to keep investigating? ”

Miss Song Cherry had planned to find new clues today and hammer the murderer yesterday, even though she thought the same thing yesterday.

But it didn't occur to me that early this morning I received a call from my grandfather, who had returned to South America, that the investigation could be terminated.

Song Cherry is naturally asking why.

Grandpa Song Tianyu also replied very simply, saying that this matter was requested by Lo Qiu... Although Song Tianyu was very confused about this request, he was the one who had contacted this brother and grandson for a short time, but in the eyes of Father Song, Lo Qiu was certainly a more reliable person than Song Haoran and Song Cherry.

There is, of course, also a factor of Mr. Blind: because Mr. Blind once said that Rocciu was a noble man.

Daddy doesn't have any ideas to please - with the wealth and ability of the Song family today, he doesn't need to please anyone, or with that nothingness of luck, he can make the Song family go one step further, but it also seems to be just adding flowers, which is more practical than the return of a Song descendant.

Because the Songs are really too thin.

So more than how to develop the Song family, Dad wants to see how to open the Song family to scatter leaves... Song Hao ran out of hope.

“Young people remember to be restrained. Grandpa, I'm older, but my bones are still tough. It's okay to wait a year or two. The key is to be healthy, you know. ”

President Song Sakura felt like his grandfather had misunderstood something... but she didn't know what could possibly make him misunderstand.

So what the hell happened?

She intended to ask what had happened to Lochu, but the phone calls had turned out to be disconnected - Lochu's phone calls, though present, were frequently disconnected.

At least she's one of the people who used to go up to Rocchu's house. Didn't she feel the signal from that place?

How angry!

I don't know why, I just suddenly had a good feeling... after sitting in the back seat of Alpha's car and finishing the satellite phone call with Song Tianyu, Ms. Sakura wrote "Don't mess with me" four words on her face.

The bodyguard next to him seemed to hear the daddy's faint voice on the phone, so he looked dead out the street at this moment and looked like he was watching carefully.

He would not say that he had reported to his father that evening that the young master and the young lady had been in the car for a long time, and that Ms. Sakura had suffered from waist strain.

“Let's go!” Song Sakura said in disgust this moment.

“To where? ”

“Shopping! ”

……

Liu Minghao and Weizidao still worked hard to find out who had passed through the alley at the time of the incident and two days after the incident.

The progress of the investigation over the past two days is reasonably good. Fifty different aura holders have now examined 32 people, but unfortunately they are all unrelated.

Investigations are still ongoing.

……

……

The investigation of Ma SIR is also under way, as the entire team now focuses on the mutilation case because of the relationship ordered by the superiors.

Because Wu Rong's murder was later discovered, and then the relationship between the two cases, the workload naturally increased a lot in an instant... but the attention of society dropped instead.

Is this an era of entertainment to death or sadness? Is this an era of entertainment to death?

But the overtime is still needed. The whole group has been working continuously for almost a week... and the more progressive thing is that the new technology has finally been used to roughly determine the exact time of death of Wang Liang and Wu Rong - thanks to the help of the new forensic physician.

The matter of Wang Liang and Wu Rong's circle of friends has also been investigated - but the results of the investigation have, at short notice, distracted the case even more.

Wang Liang and Wu Rong both died before the New Year, the time difference between them was no more than two weeks, and the activity they posted in the circle of friends, the data from the webmerchants, is that the logged in places are all offsite.

So those dynamic pictures, they're not random, they're P-charts, they're actually taken in different places.

By contrast, Wang Liang Ru Wu Rong logged in every time and place - most of them were in the field, and during this time, Zhao Le, who was supposed to be the most suspect, was in the city... How could he be separated?

Under the circumstances, Ma SIR and Zhou Yuxuan, though helpless, could only temporarily withdraw those who were watching Zhao Le - Zhao Le had actually been under constant surveillance, but only secretly.

……

The person in charge of Zhao Le is Lin Feng and his companion Xiao Wang.

“I know, Ma SIR... ”

Inside the rehabilitation center, Lin SIR turned off the phone and then twisted some stiff neck. Co-worker Xiao Wang asked what was going on.

Lin Feng told the truth, Xiao Wang stretched his lazy waist and seemed relieved.

They've been investigating Zhao Le for the past few days - the deeper the investigation, the more they can get to know a person. The last few days they followed Zhao Le and found that this young man was a very good man.

Excellent academic achievement, not by the side door left road to get the scholarship from the school, the reputation in the neighborhood is totally someone else's good kids class, even the security master downstairs door is talking full of admiration.

Perhaps this can be said to be Zhao Le's emphasis on his own wind assessment. After all, there are situations where the more intelligent the person, the better the performance, the better the cover.

But these days they have been following, watching Zhao Le take his sister Zhang Xiaoqin into and out of the rehabilitation center, watching his love for his sister, that kind of heartfelt affection, watching, Xiaowang also did not see some sour heart.

Withdrawal of the investigation made the two of them feel relieved... who would want the distressed family to get worse, or watch it get a little bit of interest and then ruthlessly extinguish it?

“Do you have any money? ”

As he was about to go back, Lin SIR suddenly looked at Wang and asked.

Xiao Wang stunned, then pulled out his wallet and looked at it. There were only three sheets of Grandpa Mao and a dozen dollars of change left in it.

He wanted to ask Lin Feng what he wanted to do. Unfortunately, Lin SIR didn't know if he was following Ma SIR for a long time. Thick skin also learned to catch fire at 78 points. Without saying a word, he grabbed the past, counted three Mao Grandpa, and stuffed back the remaining dozen coins.

Then, under the gaze of Wang Xiao Wang, Lin Feng stood up and walked directly into the rehabilitation room... Wang guessed what Lin Feng wanted to do, but was very sad!

……

Zhao Le is not here, he has classes to attend during the day, only he will come to visit at noon.

This is exactly the time for Zhao Le to come visit, but he is not here at this time, but to wash the towel and prepare to wipe the sweat for Zhang Xiaoqin.

Inside the room, Zhang Xiaoqin adhered to the shelf a little bit and moved slowly. But maybe she pushed herself too hard, and it was sweaty on her forehead.

It may also be too tired relationship, Zhang Xiaoqin did not hold steady for a moment, the eyes will fall.

At this point, someone grabbed her arm and stabilized her body, which fortunately did not fall.

Zhang Xiaoqin secretly said a word of luck. He was going to say something to thank him, but he looked up and saw Lin Feng coming to the door that day. He couldn't laugh.

“Let's take a break.” Lin Feng whispered, “I'll help you. ”

Zhang Xiaoqin did not say anything, nodded, then slowly walked to the resting place with the help of Lin Feng... she looked at Lin Feng in confusion, “You...”

Lin Feng hastily said: “Don't get me wrong, I'm not here for you. I just came here to visit, I just didn't expect to meet you, Miss Chang. ”

Zhang Xiaoqin nodded half-heartedly.

Lin Feng took a sigh of breath at this time, and then pulled out the stolen grandfather Mao. He also affixed two sheets himself and stuffed them directly into Zhang Xiaoqin's hand.

“What is this?”

“Buy some supplies.” Lin Feng laughed: “Live well, when the day should get better, it will naturally get better. ”

“But…”

Zhang Xiaoqin wanted to say something, just that Lin Feng hastily said hello and then quickly walked out of the room... she held hundreds of dollars in her hand and looked at Lin Feng's last disappeared back and finally shook her head.

Sis!

Zhao Le came back with a towel and wiped Zhang Xiaoqin's face. Then he was curious: “Has anyone just come? ”

He saw the cash on Zhang Xiaoqin's hand and had to frown.

Zhang Xiaoqin sat Zhao Le down and laughed: “I just ran into a friend and talked a few words. ”

“Who is it?” Zhao Le smiled and laughed. "You have to thank him well. He is a kind man. ”

"'You don't know her,' said Zhang Xiaoqin. 'My old colleagues haven't heard from me in a long time. I didn't expect to meet her here. ”

Zhao Le shouted, then looked out the window in confusion, saw two backs leaving, frowned... he smiled back and then squatted down, looking at Zhang Xiaoqin, softly said: “Let me give you a massage. ”

Zhao Le, who squatted down, seriously pressed Zhang Xiaoqin's calf, while Zhang Xiaoqin reached out with his hands and gently squeezed Zhao Le's shoulder.

Zhang Xiaoqin smiled: “Look at your stiff shoulders, don't read for too long. No one in our family is short-sighted, you're short-sighted! ”

Zhao Lexuan grinned.

The doctor said Zhang Xiaoqin was recovering very well. By summer, he should have walked naturally. He may not be able to run easily, but he no longer interferes with his daily routine.

“I'm not tired.” Zhao Lehui rejoiced: “If I don't try harder, how can life be better? Sister, you have to fight for a good day yourself! ”

“Idiot. ”

Zhang Xiaoqin reached out and poked Zhao Le's forehead, then rubbed it with his palm. “Go to class, or you'll be late. ”

“I'll give you five more minutes.” Zhao Le lowered his head and carefully rubbed the hole in Zhang Xiaoqin's calf.

Massage techniques, these days, Zhao Le has studied for a long time, and is naturally proficient.

Zhang Xiaoqin remembered what Lin Feng said.

When it's time to get better, it's time to get better.

So, it's probably better now, huh?

She looks at the $500 she keeps next to her and smiles.

……

……

In the afternoon, the students did not see the Gao Wen lecturer, and the substitute was still the Vice Dean.

“Your teacher Gao, he took a few days off. I've come to give you substitute classes these days, so don't ask. ”

There was a whisper in the class.

Chen Ming did not listen, sat in the back row with him, picked up the book he was going to read, and began to read it carefully.

He doesn't have to come to school anymore, but he's used to doing everything, so here he is.

It's just that the vice president on the podium spoke a little too loud with a microphone, and Chen Mingxiao wore his headphones, so he had the sound of notes all over the world.

"if-i-die-young"