Trafford’s Trading Club

Lochu did not discuss it with this Pudding teacher for a long time, as two female students had just walked with him and were very enthusiastically surrounded by this Pudding teacher.

He's probably quite the popular type… in this seemingly boring seminary of theology.

As can be seen from the interviews between the two female students, they were really asking questions, and Teacher Pudding was not a little impatient and answered very carefully and even very vividly.

Gradually, either Miss Pudding or the two female students seem to have forgotten who is actually here.

“Teacher Pudding?” Students suddenly noticed that Teacher Pudding stopped talking and looked up.

“Oh... nothing.” Teacher Pudding shook her head, "but the new classmate was still here, thinking he couldn't take care of him, wondering when he'd left. ”

He didn't even know when this freshman was leaving him… it was incredible - Teacher Pudding knew that she felt far supernatural.

“Freshman?” The two female classmates looked confused and confused at this time, "Was there anyone else here with Miss Pudding when we came here? ”

“I think so. I don't think so.” The other girl thought back carefully and then shook her head, "I can't remember. ”

Teacher Pudding watched the reaction of the two girls silently and finally determined that it was impossible for anyone who could no longer see it to say that it was negligible, not to mention that the freshman was that impressive.

How could I not have noticed?

But the two female classmates obviously wouldn't know what was on Teacher Pudding's mind at this time. They suddenly became more enthusiastic. They grabbed the teacher's arm from left to right and wrapped the male teacher with youth and laughter. "Teacher, let's go over there, there are more questions I'd like to ask you! ”

“I have classes to do later, maybe next time… of course, you are welcome to ask questions while I'm in class.” Teacher Pudding obviously wants to get out of the girls' enthusiasm, but he still misses the enthusiasm of this young, vibrant girl - he almost feels a state of pull.

Perhaps these two girls are really too enthusiastic... enthusiastic people often do something extraordinary that they don't even know about - under this enthusiasm, the white gloves on Teacher Pudding's left hand unwittingly loosen some... he believes the two girls were unintentional, but the gloves were slightly ripped apart and one of the girls suddenly fell to the ground as she was about to reveal her wrist.

While in this position, Teacher Pudding quietly packed her gloves - watching as another girl lifted the fallen girl and revealed her concern, "Is something wrong, are you hurt? ”

“Bruised.” The girl looked at her knees.

Teacher Pudding revealed her apologies, “At this time you need to disinfect and deal with the wounds, let's wait for the next time. ”

That was the only way… unfortunately, two girls thought of finding their way to the hospital room on campus.

He held his wrist silently and smiled at the two girls - until he knew they were completely out of sight - and Mr. Pudding seemed relieved.

He turned around and saw a butterfly parked in the corridor railing, and he slowly walked in front of the butterfly - the butterfly was not shocked, its wings clasped together, stood up and stopped motionlessly.

Teacher Pudding slowly reached out and approached the butterfly… the butterfly actually tapped its wings a few times and then flew over Teacher Pudding's finger.

“Almost. Don't stay too long on my hands.” Teacher Pudding suddenly lowered her head and said: “You are too weak… too reluctant for you. ”

The butterfly doesn't know if it understands… it flies away, swinging away, as if tired.

He looked at the portrait of the Virgin Mary in the hallway and smiled before walking away.

……

Soon afterwards, the butterfly, not far from home, suddenly fell from the air.

Like a willow leaf, the butterfly's falling trajectory is not fixed - the butterfly ends up in the palm of one hand… it lies quietly in the palm of the hand and never moves again.

This is Boss Lo's palm.

This butterfly has actually reached the end of its life - but Lochu knows that it has just broken its cocoon into a butterfly... a few days ago.

And it was supposed to last three weeks.

Boss Luo sat down in situ - this is a budding old leaf with layers, trees of some ages… Sitting here like other students scattered on the campus courtyard lawn, nothing different.

He just lifted the butterfly in his palm and watched quietly.

Yet another moment later, the maid came to him slowly… with a deep enough acquiescence that they knew much without having to explain anything.

He knew that Unight had finished enrolling in school and even the club - she was always so efficient.

“What happened to this butterfly?” The maid asked curiously.

“Dead.” Lochu raised his head while lifting the butterfly in his palm, "in advance. ”

The maid held the butterfly together from her master's palm... and the butterfly's body was cautiously picked up, “Do you like it, Master? Do I make it a specimen? ”

“Bury it.” Boss Lo shook his head and he had no interest in collecting biological specimens… even though the butterfly looked so beautiful - appearance.

It's really too fragile, inside and out, and although it's a beautiful butterfly —— the kind of thing that people recognize -- in Boss Lo's black and white vision, you can only see the beauty of this look… a beautiful shell, but it doesn't contain anything.

Perhaps something will come out of the shell in the future - but it's dead, and under normal circumstances, there are naturally no future possibilities.

The maid thought about it and buried the butterfly directly under the old tree.

“It should have come from here," said Rochu suddenly. ”

That completes a round.

……

After the butterflies were buried, Boss Lo naturally took a walk with the maid on this ancient campus - classes will not be available until tomorrow.

However, according to the procedure, Mr. Lo should have gone to the college dormitory next - but the maid apparently dispensed with this part as well.

Boss Lo doesn't mean to stay in school for the time being either.

They stopped at an old campus building behind the seminary - and when the campus was reprogrammed several times later, a number of rooms in the old campus were left idle.

Most of the classrooms here don't really look like half a classroom —— they're more like houses, old fashioned houses.

“This used to be where the play was written.” The maid pointed downstairs to the left of the school building and said: "Several houses were used as their activity rooms, and theatre students moved to larger places. ”

“Here it is, then.” Boss Lo quickly made a decision - almost at the moment of his decision, a space somewhere inside this ancient school building overlapped the shop.

After overlapping the shop with the school building, Mr. Lo laughed: “Since it's a [club], the lobby needs to be arranged. ”

“That's true.” Lady Maid obviously seemed to be a bit of a leap forward on what was to be done next, "replacing the layout in the lobby sounded good too. ”

In this regard, the maid and most girls are not really different.

……

……

China.

Late at night, some workers in special industries are still struggling - the sounds generated during excavator activities can be heard far away by the quieter nights.

Fortunately, there has been no disturbance because the neighbouring streets are currently closed.

High-intensity shooting lights make it like daylight all around, and the plum rainy days that just ended make the night very comfortable - at least they don't seem to be working too hard at the moment.

They were digging up a building that collapsed shortly before as a result of an earthquake.

I heard that this building is the property of the descendants of one of the biggest figures in the capital city —— of course, it's just a matter of hearing. It's hard to imagine how rich a rich person can be for them to work on a construction site... perhaps the emperor is using a gold flat, most of their thoughts.

“Why did it stop? ”

At this time, the foreman who was conducting the excavation picked up the walkie-talkie - the job of cleaning up the disaster scene, the project that the foreman had taken down with a lot of relationship, and the time was quite pressing, so he chose to rush to work at night… of course, this was a complaint by some workers, but it had been temporarily suppressed by him.

“Looks like it's digging through something.” The excavator master replied at this time, "Looks like there's another floor... is it the basement? ”

“The basement?” the foreman heard. He remembered when contracting the project, the drawings from the official didn't seem to indicate that the place was still in the basement.

So the foreman came to the excavation site with several workers, turned on the strong light and went inside... and they found that the basement didn't seem to go down.

Rather than a basement, there might be as much space as an underground parking lot - the foreman thought about it and took a few workers with him and used some steel cords to put himself and the workers down.

At the same time, the smell of rot poured out of the nose, making everyone unable to help but cover their mouths and noses.

The place that was dug through was much bigger than I thought it would be -- and it wasn't like some underground parking lot, it was like an office in some big company that was on TV.

“There are people here... like, dead, dead! Foreman!” A worker kicked something at the moment, turned it over, and suddenly shocked.

This place should be because the pipe broke during the earthquake and the water trail was able to drown onto the shoe… The body found should be a man, only soaked in water for some time, and the body would inevitably rot on a large area.

They found several bodies - apparently at the time of the earthquake a dozen days ago - buried in this huge basement.

“Foreman, shall we call the police? ”

The foreman was already panicking at this point… As a regular worker on the site, it was often taboo to encounter a corpse at the site - after all, it was too bad luck.

Even though the next excavation had been prepared for the possible exhumation of two or two bodies… even the foreman had deliberately asked for peace tokens and other things from nearby temples to be brought with him at all times, he had no idea how many bodies would be found.

“Look inside again.” The foreman suddenly said so at this point.

People don't understand… this is obviously a big deal.

“Hungry, cowardly, brave.” At the age of the foreman in his forties, the flesh and blood of his face actually crossed the river and lake in earlier years, and by intuition, he judged what might be hidden in this huge space that did not come out of the newspaper's drawings - perhaps something that could bring wealth.

Honestly, he can't make much money taking down this project... he's just trying to deal with more local departments so he can take on more official work in the future - but who doesn't want more money.

Preferred wealth, which is not wealth… while wealth is divine, this is the truth that business people believe in.

As a result, at the instigation of the foreman, a courageous worker immediately stripped off a body on the ground carrying a watch, a necklace and other things.

Others saw it, and for a while it was like they were obsessed, and they started touching the bodies found on the ground —— they found people buried here, and they had a lot of valuable things on them.

The foreman found some ID on the stuff he picked up —— these guys seem to be some kind of researcher or something.

“Here too! ”

“I also have... this guy still has so much cash... even if it's tens of thousands! ”

“Workers, foremen... guns, guns! There's a gun! This dead man has a gun!! ”

The discovery suddenly struck all the workers who were picking up the bodies, and they panicked - a state of obsession with money that seemed to awaken for a moment, followed by a moment of chills.

At this time, the foreman seemed to be unable to hear these workers... only to see him suddenly become blind and silent, slowly walking towards the depths of the place.

And deep inside this foreman, there's a skinny face, shaking in the dark.

When the foreman arrived, with the flashlight shooting in his hand, you could see... the owner of this skinny face, half of his body was buried in the concrete floor at this time.

It's like he was dug into a pit and thrown in, then cemented, trapped in the guy… 24.

Twenty-four looks like they're really dying at the moment.