Trafford’s Trading Club

Where number nine was found, in a wooden hut in a forest, number nine could no longer maintain its human form, but a cluster of grey mists that seemed to dissipate at any moment.

The soil in the woods is soaked, as if it were muddy after heavy rainfall and easily stepped on it.

Trees have fallen quite a bit, some even uprooted.

It's raining in the sky, not too much rain.

It's like a broken grave here.

Unight opened a black umbrella, blocking the rain for Lochu.

He and she then walked into the cabin, and he looked at the mist in front of him, seemingly trying to converge, but like the mud sand that was already scattered in the water, it had lost its stickiness.

“His strength, even his strength, is almost exhausted. What he's doing. ”

She understands the state of the Dark Soul Messenger, like a lamp that depletes oil - and, of course, the Dark Soul Messenger, even if he is dead, can return through the Light of Death.

Lochu built a map from the ground. It's right beneath this fog. Open the map with a red marker.

This marker moves, and every move is done by Rochu.

During the reflection, the fog that was difficult to gather together, a little agglomeration... the boss's mind, accidentally, let it should have been dispersed, only the lamp of life, dust sealed in the ark of the covenant, the black soul messenger, got a chance to reunite.

Rainwater falls from a broken roof and is cold enough to make people crave a fireplace or a pile of firewood from their hearts.

In fact, not much time was spent, and number nine was restored to its original state.

He gradually opened his eyes… not much different from Rocchu's memory, and No. 9 seemed quite calm. Each Dark Soul Messenger has a different personality.

Tai Yin is good at admiration, while No. 18 is the type of observation. Da Cheol is able to recklessly but there are crude and thin types. Nero is actually a little confused with the Lord's actions, but he loves his own survival problems more than anyone else.

Nine is one of the first black souls that Lochu came into contact with, and by the count, he, like Yu Night, can be counted as a legacy of the last time.

Kind of a mune, but obviously also a pragmatic type… Lochu had not been in contact with No. 9 long enough to initially just feel that he would do his job in silence.

Past accounts reveal that No. 9 has not been a messenger for long, hundreds of years or even more than a thousand years, but is clearly too ‘young’ compared to the dark souls who are on vacation or sleeping, or on long-term assignments.

But his performance is not negligible… As a Dark Soul Messenger, he not only appears powerful, but can also be described in terms of weakness, because every time he has been a Dark Soul Messenger, his performance has been used elsewhere - according to some will before he became a Dark Soul Messenger.

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“Make a fire. ”

In the shattered cabin, when he woke up again, No. 9 held a silent posture… Rocho could hardly see fear of panic or anything like that in his eyes.

It's still raining outside, and the rain is like a curtain, falling on the roof above the center of the house. The place where the fire starts is on the corner of the house, but it's kind of a complete place.

Through the fire, Lochu looks at the red cursor on the map - obviously, if you calibrate the map location of this red cursor, you'll see where you are at this point and a distance apart.

Apparently, it stopped right here and didn't do the ‘task' that Lochu had ordered before - let him follow the red cursor through these places on the map.

In fact, it's good to look younger, about thirty years old… as if this was before he became the Dark Soul Messenger.

An old black Zhongshan suit, kind of like washed white hair.

“Number nine, why did you consume so much power?” The maid's position as head of the Dark Soul Messenger was finally called out.

Looking at the firewood on the ninth, he raised his head, and the Phantom: “The river up ahead has been raining heavily these days, and some of the dams have jumped. I blocked the flood. ”

The maid bluntly said: "But I have not received a report of a similar transaction… is this your private behaviour? ”

“Yes.” Nine nodded quietly.

The maid looked subconsciously at her master and then frowned slightly: "Nine, you should know that although the master does not ask the Messenger about his actions, he also gives you a lot of freedom… but you also have an obligation to keep yourself safe. Your power is almost exhausted, if not better, you must return to the ark of the covenant, reshape your body, need to consume the power of your master... as a Dark Soul Messenger, do not create value for your master, even involve him, do you know what you are doing? ”

The tone is a little heavy, and this is the first time Rocchu sees Unight getting a little angry... wanting to come to the ninth act is really already at the bottom of her management - almost exhausting her power for a private purpose, not for trading purposes, and then consuming her master's power to supplement her.

Lochu waved her hand and asked the maid to stop what she was saying... he knew that most of the night Yu was more concerned than he was with the consumption and increase of his own life.

“Master...”

Lochu shook his head slightly, then folded a branch of wood and threw it into the wood. The branches were wet, but the firewood was running high, and soon water vapors roasted out, making a squeaky noise at the cut-off point.

“As a matter of fact, I haven't really talked to you in a long time.” Rochu smiled, “The boss who wanted to be like me probably failed. ”

No. 9 was a bit of a surprise... he shook his head, "No, you look better to me than your predecessor... but I don't know how long you can last. ”

“Number nine, watch your mouth.” The maid's eyes were slightly cold, but Lochu cast a slightly restless gaze.

"No matter how long it lasts, I'll try to keep it going," said Boss Lo. "Can you tell me why we should stop the flood at any cost? ”

"If you don't stop the flood, the fields downstream will be flooded, and there are more than a dozen villages nearby, where their livelihoods are. ”

Lochu nodded and asked, "If that's the case, it's a big deal list… you should have done it based on your past performance, right? ”

“I... don't know.” The ninth moment of silence… the eyes seem somewhat obscure.

Lochu saw several old stainless steel cups in the cabin, and looking at some pine trees outside the house, he took some pine leaves, put them in stainless steel cups and boiled them with water.

Boiled, No. 9 suddenly said: "I've cooked pine leaf tea like this before. ”

Lochu smiled softly: "What did you see and hear on this journey? ”

On the ninth day of meditation, the other side had only begun to reclaim itself a little bit... thinking about the journey.

He said slowly, "I've been walking, walking a lot. They seemed familiar to me… I gradually realized that this journey might be related to my memories. I know exactly what the boss gave me this route... yes, I know. ”

The ninth one was used as if freedom was not his own tone, "he should have known, but he had never felt much about it, or even, to say the least, had no feelings. Until this time, at the behest of his master, he came to the beginning of the road, and he seemed to start to feel something different. ”

“Does he remember anything?” Lochu stripped some pine leaves and threw them in the cup.

Nine shook his head: “He remembered everything, just felt uneasy like never before. He just kept walking, and then he came to a museum. He was in this museum for three days. ”

Rochu asked, "What did he see? ”

No. 9: “Strong, full of bloodbath… what's inside, a painting, a kettle, even a cracked belt, he can stare for a long time, but at the same time he sees loneliness. ”

“Loneliness? ”

“Yes, lonely.” Nine closed his eyes slowly, as if it were all in front of him, "he did not know what kind of emotion it was, there were too many things on it, but he could hardly see anyone but himself. He went to the curator's office and saw that the curator was a young man in his thirties, and he was looking at the young curator writing a plan to remodel the museum, perhaps attracting more visitors… He suddenly had a feeling of anger. ”

“Why anger. ”

"The bank outside was selling commemorative coins, and he saw dragons lined up inside and outside the bank… he saw the enthusiasm of these people, but he couldn't hear them discussing the story behind the coins. ”

“What a story. ”

Route 9: "The story of the war. ”

“A commemorative coin that may add value brings people to line up for purchasing, a museum that carries these histories, but nobody asks… so you're angry, right? ”

Nine didn't answer. He looked out the window, and his memory was clearer. "He left the place or walked along the prescribed route. He saw a lot of things like this... such a place where no one cared. And then he met another guy. ”

“Who.”

“An old man.” Nine whispers: “A retired veteran, a lot of people go to this old man. ”

“Isn't it nice that someone finally pays attention to him? ”

Nine shook his head: “He couldn't figure it out... he saw the old man sitting in front of his house, overwhelmed by the journalists who came to the house, the government, and the unidentified. The old man's daughter-in-law held him, dressed in many medals and those who came, one photograph at a time, and he saw the old man laughing, but he didn't see the old man laughing happily. He just looked at the old man and, at the request of the old man, told him about the old days one by one. ”

“You don't think so? ”

“The old man was happy to tell these stories at first, and slowly he felt bored, because the old man discovered that in a few days, the others had forgotten. They started discussing other things. ”

“What kind of things? ”

“Scandals, especially star scandals, are fun. ”

“You don't think they care about the veteran anymore, do you? ”

“Soon before he saw the veteran's home, he fell cold. And then someone else caught fire on the Internet, and she was a pretty good looking girl, and she said something, and then she caught fire all over the north and south. But she soon disappeared, and people's enthusiasm began to turn to others. ”

“And then?”

"He's going to leave this place again because he's got a long way to go. When he left, he quietly went back to the veteran's house. The old man's daughter-in-law and son are gone again, leaving the old man sitting in front of his house alone with an old dog. He just smoked the cigarette stick silently, looked at the door and fell asleep. ”

“He thinks this old man has been forgotten, doesn't he? ”

“Perhaps.” Nine shook his head again: “But he knew that there would soon be another similar old man, entering public view… it was like a turnaround. Because people like to find these things from time to time. ”

“He knows why? ”

“He knows why.” Nine nodded: “But he felt bored, so he kept going. ”

“He's a black soul messenger, and he's actually seen a lot of these things.” The tea is cooked, Lochu separates the tea.

Number nine was taken naturally, holding, like, a man who wanted to warm up, "Yes, he's seen a lot, but he's been watching coldly. ”

Lochu smiled. “Where did he go next? ”

“went to a forest and met a mountain watchman.” Number nine looks at the floating pine leaves in the stainless steel cup, "he suddenly wants to make contact with this mountain watchman. So he became a donkey friend and walked into the mountain watchman's house. This mountain watchman is called Zhang Jinquan. ”

“He must be very hospitable, with guests coming from the wilderness hills.” Rochu thought of that picture...

With a smile on No. 9, Mune's people could have laughed. "Zhang Jinquan raised a chicken outside the forest protection station. Zhang Jinquan killed a chicken that night to greet him. It was very hospitable. ”

“I want to eat too.” Rocciu has some aspirations.

No. 9 Guan 'er, "I don't think you like that kind of environment too much. It's too humble. There's not even enough power, there's no signal. The only way to get to know the outside world is to watch TV and listen to the radio. And there are only a few times to use it... when watching the news broadcast, other times this Jinquan Zhang can't help but use electricity. ”

Rochu laughed and didn't speak.

The ninth sip sipped pine leaf tea with the right temperature, "The flavor is still a little worse, if cooked in snowy water, it would be better to drink. ”

After a sip, Rochu turned around and picked up a few snow clusters from the snow peaks 10,000 miles away, put them back in the cup, and added some pine leaves, which looked ugly and didn't look very clean.

“How long did he stay at the forest shelter?” Rochu asked.

Route 9: “There are ten days. During those ten days, he and Zhang Jinquan toured the mountain together for four or five days. ”

“He seemed to like the time.” Rochu laughed.

Nine nodded: “It's a quiet place, and in the last ten days, he didn't seem happy in front of him, as if he'd disappeared. Think of it as a vacation, he thinks… he's still leaving, because his master's orders must be fulfilled. ”

Lochu thought, “Sometimes his master doesn't do it well enough. ”

Nine shook his head, just a ghost: “When he left, Zhang Jinquan killed another chicken, which was practiced for him. That night he saw the old man on the hill getting drunk and left two tears behind. He only sensed the reluctance of the old man who guarded the mountain... the old man stayed in the mountain for forty years. ”

“What will happen to this forest station?” Rochu asked.

Nine thought, "He doesn't know either, Zhang Jinquan said that nobody was willing to take his place, so he had retired and could only stay for a while... The old man who guarded the mountain still wanted someone to take his place, a strong desire. So before he left, he made a white card of Zhang Jinquan's information, intending to give it to his master when the journey was over. ”

Lochu nodded, “I'll go check it out when I get a chance. ”

“Thank you.”

“You're welcome. ”

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Outside the house, the rain gradually stopped, and when Rocchu went out, it was night time, and this way, after another period of time in the house, it was almost dawn time.

After telling Zhang Jinquan's story, No. 9 suddenly sang a song, saying that Zhang Jinquan taught him, Huayin's old tone.

- The high mountains rang, the bells of battle.

- Bells ringing, people cheering, mountain rivers listening to moves

- Opens up the canal of happiness, directs high mountains on the water, and shows off a brilliant future.

--Ten thousand purple red...

He really liked the 10 days at the forest station.

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“Remember? ”

After listening to the old mouth on the ninth, Rochu suddenly asked.

Nine shook his head, “I don't remember a thing, just a hint of being able to guess… I was, perhaps, from that era. ”

“You don't seem to be looking for me the last time, hoping to recover your memory. ”

Nine thought, "Maybe it's because of fear. ”

“What are you afraid of? ”

And the ninth looked at Rocciu and said, "Can I see where my performance went? ”

Lochu shook his head: "According to the agreement you entered into, you cannot have the direction to use your results after each transaction is completed. ”

Nine nodded, and the boss could not violate the contents of the agreement… whether previous or current: unless the boss was willing to tear the contents of the agreement at his own expense.

Nine sighed, "I don't know what I'm afraid of, I just feel sad... Sometimes I even suddenly regret what you asked me to do... maybe if I didn't mention it, I wouldn't be afraid. I don't look like me, more like him. ”

“Then why are you stopping this flood? ”

Nine silence halfway, “You've never seen a time to resist a disaster. ”

Lochu shook his head: “Never seen it with his own eyes. ”

"He saw... the blush biting his teeth and saw them build a human wall, blocking the end of the levee. A lot of people couldn't hold on, fainted, and someone came to make it up to them. Someone jumped out of the water to save lives, and someone was carrying sandbags all wet and permeable, from day to night. When you're really tired, you'll see them again and again, sleeping directly in the street. He looked at them, like bodies falling on the battlefield, covered in sludge and couldn't even see anyone's face, but he knew that when the whistle sounded, they would all stand up... and suddenly he realized that nothing seemed to matter. ”

"He suddenly had a very strong feeling of heartache… When this pain arrived, instead of feeling scared, he felt something calling him. His actions preceded his thinking, so he didn't think. He knew that the flood would eventually fail, he knew that these young soldiers would be submerged in an infinite flood... but he didn't want these young soldiers to sink silently in the water... On the way he saw too many ‘forgotten’ people, who he felt were ineligible to blame because they had not experienced that age, had not experienced it, and naturally did not feel it. Everything feels like it won't last long. So even if he saw something disdainful, something that he felt the age had changed, something that he no longer needed, or even something that the young man had no lower limit in order to become famous, he was just watching... but at least, but at least, the lives of these young soldiers, he wanted to stay. They're like this pile of firewood. ”

“He suddenly became less scared… he had not yet remembered, but he knew that there were things that had always been passed down, like fireworks, that someone would always pick them up, someone would pass them on, and then someone would pick them up… he could not let it be passed down. So he forgot his identity and blocked himself from the power of nature. He thinks that even crushing bones is good... and suddenly he's happier than every day for decades. ”

“So it doesn't matter if you think about it or not. ”

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It's a little brighter, but it's still gloomy, and it'll still rain the next day.

It has been a long time since new branches were added to the fire, leaving only a layer of white ash, but there is also temperature, and Mars under the ashes has not been completely extinguished.

Rocciu stood up and stayed awake for a night, which did not hurt him.

And he looked at number nine, and he raised his hand to the map, and he said, "Are you going to continue this journey? There are two or three more places to go before it ends. ”

Nine shook his head and stood up as well, looking at Roquette: "No... I haven't been on duty for a long time, it's time to get back to work. ”

Lochu nodded, "The cost of reshaping you this time will be deducted from your future performance... OK? ”

Nine silenced and suddenly bowed, whispering: "I hope you... treat this country well, master. ”

After that, No. 9 left, turning into a mist, and blended into a forest that had not yet been completely lit up, disappearing.

“How much, I still think of some...”

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Back at the club, the maid hurried to prepare breakfast.

As she sent her breakfast to the study, Rochu was looking at the books and thinking.

“The owner is looking at the ninth record book?” The maid walked to Rocchu's side and began to place her breakfast.

“I was wondering if he could raise some of his points.” Lo Qiu casually said: “Otherwise, if he can keep his performance according to the agreement, the next time he has an idea, he may not be able to stop the flash flood eruption... The Black Soul Messenger is too weak, even blocking a flash flood is half-dead, and the store is not very nice to see. But I really can't find a place to adjust... this deal is too much... well, I seem to have lost again. ”

Lady Maid did not speak, carefully arranged the breakfast, then took Rocchu's record book and said softly: “Master, let me adjust it. ”

Rochu mocked himself: "Then I shall continue to be my cripple. ”

Just kidding, of course.

The maid smiled sweetly and lifted her ears with her hands, turning over the record book and looking for a workable adjustment.

- In 2015, it consumed 10,000 results and improved energy for 10 Chinese Academicians.

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- In 2008, 200,000 performance was consumed, increasing the seismic survival rate by 1.5 percent.

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- In 1969, it consumed 3,000 years of performance, renewing the life of scientists with money for 40 years.

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- In 1962, consumption retained its full performance and the new country resumed extensive rainfall.

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Many years ago, a man named Zhang Ziru walked into the club and made such a wish.

Mountain River still, Cathay Min 'an.