Trafford’s Trading Club

When Boss Lo was about to show up, Nero suddenly jumped down with his shopping bag... and Lo Qiu stopped.

Nero started walking in the direction of the departed child, seemingly intending to follow.

After Nero walked out of this little park, he came under the tree and looked up… Then he closed his eyes and the vision was rebuilt in a three-dimensional way in his mind.

Boss Lo discovered something, and he opened his eyes and moved slightly, and the next moment, people had appeared on top of a slightly taller building in the town.

A hooked balloon is swinging with the wind on a sign sticking out at the roof of the building… The balloon is obviously much smaller than it was originally and seems to have been hooked here for some time.

Maybe yesterday, maybe the day before yesterday.

The thin wire wrapped around the cue pole began to unwrap automatically, and the balloon of freedom eventually fell into the hands of Boss Lo - he dismantled the small note tied to the end of the thin wire and opened it for a look.

“I-don 't-want-to-die. ”

The sea breeze blows, and suddenly they blow this little note away from Lochu… far away.

……

Mr. Smith is the chef and owner of a restaurant in town, and he has a beautiful and charming wife, a five-year-old Joe.

Restaurant business has always been good, and despite his busy work, Mr. Smith's life has been fulfilling and happy - because this family is going to have another little life this year.

Because Mr. Smith's wife, Debra, is eight months pregnant, and the trail is imminent… both neighbors and frequent visitors to the restaurant are sincerely delighted by this impending little life.

After the New Year, Mr. Smith's mother came here temporarily from home to take care of Debra, a second pregnancy… it did make Mr. Smith feel much easier.

Outside the restaurant door, the little blackboard had today's menu on it, and an old customer was looking at the plate and thinking.

A five-year-old boy walked down his head.

“Hey, Joe, are you okay?” The customer called this little boy with his head down and intended to walk into the restaurant like this.

The little boy just nodded - but apparently he didn't have any smile on his face... and the child's unhappy emotions were too easy for adults to grasp.

Customers look at Joe's dirt, as if they already know something, and take out the tissues, wipe Joe's cheeks a little dirty, and clothes, “Joe, are you bullied? ”

Little boy... Joe still shook his head.

“But I'm not happy to see you, Joe.” Customers put their hands on Joe's shoulder, "kid, if you're not going to say it, you could be an dishonest kid, and you'd be punished. Your nose will get long and you'll hit the ceiling, so you'll be in pain, and you'll even end up like Pinocchio. ”

Joe sounded silent and suddenly said something that made the old acquaintance feel unexpected, "If I became Pinocchio, wouldn't I die? ”

The old customer looked at the child with a strange eye and frowned: “Joe, do you know what you're saying? ”

Joe nodded, “Pinocchio's not dead, and in the story it's not dead at the end. ”

The old customer thought, "Son, why do you feel like you're going to die? ”

Joe looked scared: “Because I saw Mr. Reaper, my grandmother said that Reaper would take life... he would take me away. ”

The old customer opened his mouth and thought about it for a while and walked straight into the restaurant with Joe. The clerk naturally recognized Joe's boss's child and immediately greeted him to the counter to take care of him.

The old customer found Mr. Smith busy in the kitchen and told him about Joe.

After listening very patiently to the old customer's description, Mr. Smith thought, "Oh, old George, thank you so much for telling me about Joe. Forgive me if I'm too busy, but maybe I won't even know about Joe if you don't tell me. ”

“He may just be disturbed. ”

Customer… Old George photographed Mr. Smith's shoulder comfortably at this point, "Perhaps because Debra is about to have a baby, you all ignored Joe's feelings. Smith, kids of this age are sensitive and vulnerable. ”

“When the afternoon market is over, I'll talk to Joe.” Mr. Smith promised.

“I knew you'd be a good father.” Old George laughed, "so let's have a signature roast duck breast package for lunch today, I'm a little hungry. ”

“As you wish, sir.” Mr. Smith put the chef's hat back on and walked into the kitchen.

……

There are not many customers at noon today, and Mr. Smith will soon be idle. He came to Joe and brought a handmade mushroom soup.

He looked at Joe in a bit of dirty clothes, slapped him a few times, and suddenly he said, "Joe, do you have anything you want to say to me? ”

Joe drank the mushroom soup silently and sipped from time to time.

Mr. Smith suddenly felt guilty, perhaps ignoring the child's feelings in the meantime… his family was busy and happy about his wife's impending birth and were gradually less concerned about Joe.

So Mr. Smith picked Joe up and put him on his lap. He reached out and wiped the soup off the corner of Joe's mouth, laughing: "Joe, I'll be with you on the summer vacation, just like we did last year. ”

In the summer vacation, his wife Debra also had a second child, and her time would be spared... she could indeed spend more time with the eldest son.

“Really?” Joe seems to be feeling a little higher.

Mr. Smith stretched out his palm, and Joe stretched out his palm, a big, small palm clapping, pinching his fist and then punching each other.

Mr. Smith laughed, "Deal. I never broke our deal. You should know, Joe. ”

Joe nodded.

Mr. Smith rubbed Joe's head, "Then you have to promise me, too, to forget the story your grandmother told you. Believe me, this is just an ancient story your grandmother used to scare disobedient children, not true. There's never been a Mr. Reaper in this world. ”

“But I saw it," said Joe. ”

“You're just dreaming.” Mr. Smith couldn't help but say, “Listen to me, your grandmother is a naughty man. I was scared like this when I was a kid, but I later found out it was all a lie. ”

Joe thought, “Smith, did you see Mr. Reaper when you were a kid? ”

Mr. Smith had quite a few child-rearing hearts, and nodded earnestly: “Yes, but I know it was just a dream, and when I grew up, I never saw it again. Of course, Joe, if you become obedient, you won't see it again. ”

Joe nodded half-heartedly.

Mr. Smith pulled him off his thigh and said casually, "Would you like another roasted chicken pill? ”

Joe nodded after thinking that he still couldn't resist the stomach problem.

At this point, the door of the restaurant was pushed open by someone who saw a young Oriental girl dyeing her hair white and walking in.

Her smile was special and made her feel like a little monster with a quiet tail and a prank Halloween out wandering around.

……

Why dye… because Mr. Smith feels that few young people in the world have white hair like this —— if it's albinism, at least the other hair should be white.

Of course, that's not quite the alternative —— if you want personality most of all, there are a lot of very personalized students in a school not far away.

All he's really curious about is this Asian face —— there aren't a lot of Asians here, and Mr. Smith is basically under the impression, and the one in front of him looks like a complete stranger.

Freshmen just arrived or something?

Mr. Smith walked out of the counter with such confusion in his heart and came to this beautiful girl with short white hair, "Can I help you? ”

Girl with short white hair... Nero looked around and naturally saw Joe, the little boy in the park sitting in a children's chair with his head exposed from the counter.

Joe saw Nero's eyes at the moment and suddenly shrunk his head back.

“Is there anything else to eat? I haven't had lunch yet.” Nero lifted the shopping bag in his hand at this time, "I am a poor man who is being exploited by a bad boss! ”

“Oh!” Mr. Smith laughed as he was amused. "Then I recommend you try our star package today, which will restore your strength. ”

“Let's start with... four.” Nero smiled, and before Mr. Smith asked in surprise, he said directly and with great pleasure: "I can eat and rest assured. ”

“Well... hold on.” Mr. Smith nodded and then asked the waiter at the table to greet the strange girl after he was packing old George's lunch.

She sat down at a table facing the counter and saw Joe at the counter sneaking her head out again... Nero didn't go to see him this time, just staring himself out the window.

Joe got bolder and his neck grew out at this point - and at this moment Nero suddenly turned around.

I saw Nero's neck suddenly stretched so long that it was like the legendary long-necked monster... she circled her neck in the middle of the sky a few times and finally put her head in front of Joe... she even turned into a blue-faced fang smile.

Joe couldn't help but freak out and fell directly from the children's chair, whilst knocking over the unfinished mushroom soup and sprinkling himself all over.

Joe's frightened hands covered his mouth as if he was frightened and unable to speak... The waiter who was working heard the noise and hurried over and hugged Joe.

But Joe just extended his finger... pointing to the customer who was sitting by the window, who had just arrived —— the waiter looked at the past in doubt, and all he could see was Nero eating a pre-meal salad, nothing special.

The waiter shook his head and had to put down some weird Joe today, then take off his jacket and go to the bathroom and wash his head before saying, "Son, sit here and don't go away, okay? I'll be right back.”

Joe grabbed the waiter's arm dead and seemed in a hurry to cry.

“I'll watch the kid for you.” Nero suddenly looked at it and smiled with a pretty charming smile: “I kind of like kids. ”

The waiter hesitated for a moment… but suddenly felt like a voice in his head was urging him to say yes - he nodded and became silent.

Silently held Joe up, then came to Nero, ignored Joe's reaction, pressed him to sit down next to Nero, and then left with his raised clothes without expression.

Joe was terrified to find that his hands and feet were tied to a chair with a black shadow that could not move at all.

Nero across the table suddenly picked up the fork and the knife and started rubbing in front of Joe, making the wrong noise.

“Oops, I haven't eaten a child's meat in a long time, I'm starving.” Nero's mouth split... to his earlobes, revealing a bloody red tooth and teeth sharp as serrations.

“Are you... are you Mr. Reaper?” Joe asked suddenly with a slight cry.

Nero, who was sharpening the knife, blinked and then knocked the table with the handle of the knife with dissatisfaction: "Witch! I'm a child eating witch! Haven't you ever heard the story of Candy House? ”

Joe shook his head.

“Boring.” Nero suddenly hit a knife and fork on the table, waved his hand in disgust, "walked away and played by himself. ”

As a result, the dark shadow that trapped Joe's hands and feet disappeared.

Perhaps you can never imagine the thought of a five-year-old —— at a time when Joe is not afraid anymore, he jumps off the chair, runs around the table to Nero's side, leans back and measures curiously.

“What are you looking at? I really ate you!” Nero cracked his mouth open again.

Joe blinked.

Nero laughed coldly, his mouth turned into a cave mouthful and swallowed Joe directly into the whole site... just swallowed it and threw up again soon after.

“See, like this, eats you.” Nero said with his ears peeled.

Joe suddenly reached out and pulled Nero's horn, "Aren't you really Mr. Reaper? ”

“No!” Nero lowered his face and stared at the little boy, "I am Sister Death... call Sister! ”

Hmm... what the hell is Mr. Reaper? This kid's got a hole in his head?