Trafford’s Trading Club

Faced with Nero's question, he… Hades did not deny it directly, which is tantamount to affirmation - at least Nero could think so.

“Well... is that true? ”

But with this affirmation, Nero became surprised - she let go of the Yan Demon Knife and let it still pin Hades' shadow before going around in front of each other and measuring it carefully.

Hades became more frank at this point… Nero suddenly reached out and held Hades' cheek, pulling it up.

“You still like to bully me... big sister. ”

When Nero heard this, he jumped backwards and his gaze at Hades became suspicious.

Instead, she was unsure and hesitated to ask, “Are you really Joe? ”

He nodded slowly, "Sister, it's been a long time... your name is Nero, right? ”

Nero's gaze suddenly grew sharp, and she looked around quickly, seemingly discerning something - she remembered when she had never officially introduced herself.

Neither with that kid Joe, nor in a fight with Erha, has he ever revealed his identity - the other person can say it, most likely because of some kind of ability to distort his mind, or because he already knew it in some other way.

Of course, there is also the possibility that he knew.

Did you know?

“How do you know my name?” Nero asked expressionlessly.

“Of course you told me yourself.” Hades looked Nero in the eyes when he said this, and the certainty and sincerity in his eyes were also Nero's most resistant.

She frowned, “I don't remember introducing myself… I even suspected that I had fallen into your trap from the beginning without discovering it. ”

“You did tell me that yourself… at that time.” Hades shook his head slowly, "you know, sister, [Mr. Reaper] finally took me away. ”

“What did you say?” Nero looked up.

But Hades' figure gradually faded in front of him.

“Yan Demon Knife! ”

In the end, Nero couldn't stop Hades from disappearing, even though Nero shouted directly and the Yan Demon knife, which nailed Hades' shadow, began to tremble instantly, and the blade was filled with strange red light.

Where the Yan Demon Knife is inserted into the floor, there is no longer a shadow... Nero walks to the Yan Demon Knife, reaches up and stands with confusion.

After a while, Nero looked back at Teacher Pudding, who had fallen to the ground, and wondered what he was thinking —— suddenly, Nero would have dumped Joe's body on the ground a long time ago and picked it up.

Then she put her hand directly into her body and pulled a slightly white fist-sized light ball out of her body - she rubbed a few handfuls of the light ball around her clothes before stuffing it into Joe's body.

Then she turned herself into a mosquito size and flew into the collar of Joe's clothes… The Yan Demon knife also turned into a black smoke that disappeared.

She waited -- until Miss Pudding woke up slowly.

……

When Teacher Pudding wobbled his body up, his eyes were lost - he gazed around, rubbing his forehead gently for a while, while Teacher Pudding saw Joe, who fell motionless on the ground.

He rushed to Joe's side and reached down... but found that the gloves had been removed during the battle. He hesitated for a moment and quickly put on the white gloves, which gave Joe a hug.

Looking at Joe, who regained his life, Teacher Pudding seemed relieved and silent - he didn't even care at the moment that the black sealed book was gone.

When Joe's eyelids beat and she seemed to wake up at any moment, Teacher Pudding rushed Joe into a small town hospital.

At this time, because of the massive death caused by Teacher Pudding's earlier entry into the state, which triggered the power of the [Devil's Bible], doctors and nurses, both ready and busy, fell to the ground.

But their lives are recovering, and I'm sure they'll soon wake up —— Teacher Pudding took a look around, and he knew that the person who did this was himself, but he didn't know what was going to bring everything back to where it was.

Is that the girl with the white hair?

With his own [Devil's Bible], you want to come and take it from the mysterious gray-haired girl?

Teacher Pudding lowered her head for a moment before putting Joe in the hospital lobby seat.

He looked at Joe's face silently. Suddenly, Teacher Pudding reached out and grabbed Joe's neck... slightly harder.

His fingers have even felt the bones in Joe's neck, and even with a little more certainty, he can crush Joe's throat... the child's body has always been so fragile.

When Teacher Pudding finally let go of her hand... he looked at Joe and backed off a little bit, eventually disappearing in front of the hospital door.

Someone came at this point… it was a policeman - the policeman found Joe lying in the chair, and after a few glances, he was surprised to find out that it wasn't Mr. Smith who reported the missing child?

“Strange, how did you get to sleep in this place by yourself? ”

……

In the hospital's operating room, doctors and nurses suddenly returned to God —— doctors even found out they didn't know when to fall on the ground.

He looked up at the operating table on his head and was suddenly in a cold sweat - you know, he was doing an incredibly important surgery on Mrs. Debra, and any deviation could have caused Mrs. Debra's death!

But the doctors, even the nurses who woke up, were surprised that Mrs. Debra's condition seemed to be beginning to improve - at least not to look like she had a better chance of failing, even after surgery.

“What the hell happened? ”

At this point, the operating room lights were still on, and Mr. Smith and Mrs. Ellora were still waiting in a hurry in the corridor outside.

It's already midnight… it's 12: 30.

At this point, Mr. Smith suddenly heard a voice, like a breathing voice, like a talking voice… mumbling in his ear, making him uncomfortable.

Looking at the numbers that beat every minute on the phone screen, Mr. Smith felt it so long for the second time - it reminded him of the first time he felt it.

He looked at the time on the phone like this… his body was completely pressed against a rolled-over car, his legs were pressed to death, and he couldn't get away —— he looked at the time on the phone, painfully and helplessly.

Because his mother loved Lady Lula right in the car, her head bled out, and she passed out... Debra's lower body, more because of the fierce impact, bled out a lot - he knew his wife was having a hard time delivering!

As for his son Joe, who had been deformed by a heavy impact and strapped to his neck... he could even see Joe clearly as if he had turned purple.

When Mr. Smith woke up again, he was already on the hospital bed. According to the doctor, someone drove by, rushed to the police and an ambulance - because of the timeliness of the rescue, the Smith family miraculously survived, setting up Mrs. Debra's second fetus, and finally was able to keep it.

“Mother, do you remember when we woke up from the hospital six months ago?” Mr. Smith suddenly asked.

Mrs. Elora first flashed and then grabbed Mr. Smith's arm so hard that she thought Smith was going to comfort herself in this way, "of course I remember. I don't think I'll ever forget... don't worry, Debra will be fine. ”

Mr. Smith shook his head at the moment: “I mean, did you hear anything… as if someone was talking to us. In fact, when we were in the hospital, did we already talk about this? ”

“I remembered so much that it did happen.” Mrs. Elora shrugged, "but then forgot... is there something wrong, Smith? I remember the doctor saying it was just a hallucination from a serious injury. ”

“I heard that.” Mr. Smith took a deep breath at the moment, "I heard that voice again. ”

Mrs. Irola was shocked and then held her son's hand forcefully - she didn't say she saw the black cat all the time.

But she knew what the black cat she saw —— because she was her age, too -- and people her age actually felt it.

Mrs. Elora also believes that in this hospital, some of the people who are about to die will be as sensitive as she is.

“It's okay, it's okay.” Mrs. Eloula softly comforted Mr. Smith, as if she were comforting herself… she looked at the surgical light still lit red, whispering: “It's okay. ”

“Sir, look at this. This is not your lost child? We found him sleeping in a chair in the hospital lobby. ”

Only two policemen were seen walking slowly at this time, one of the doctors holding the sleeping Joe... Mr. Smith stood up suddenly, which was probably a terrible evening and a little reassuring.

“Coming out! ”

Mrs. Elora made a sudden and impatient noise.

The light outside the operating room turned green and shortly thereafter, the main knife doctor walked out of the operating room... he took off his mask and looked quite tired.

Mr. Smith and Mrs. Elora walked up and the doctor said positively: "The patient's condition has temporarily stabilized… we have tried our best, the surgery is still successful, and the patient himself is next. ”

“In the end?” Mr. Smith grabbed the doctor's arm hard.

The doctor said helplessly: “The surgery was successful, but the patient is not out of danger... now it is up to the patient's own will to survive... The patient will be transferred to the ward later, you can look at her. ”

This is obviously not good news, and Mrs. Eloula suddenly lay on Mr. Smith's chest, and her face grew pale.

Later, Mrs. Debra sent them out of the O.R. and they followed them until they entered the intensive care unit... As for resting, naturally no one mentioned it, except Joe, who was still asleep.

But Mr. Smith can no longer hear the sound he just made outside the O.R. door… He looks through the glass helplessly at his wife Debra, who is unconscious because of narcotics in the ward.

Reflection, flashing through the glass, Mr. Smith struck a chill... he turned back and saw nothing.

But the reflection that flashed over the glass seemed to be a black... cat.

……

……

Mosquitoes fly like a mess in the night sky.

On the ground, Teacher Pudding, who brought back the white gloves, was still alone, and when he walked in front of a red and green light, he chose to stop —— this was clearly a green light, and he should have been there.

In fact, just half a day ago, an old man fell down in front of this red and green light, and the ambulance died before the old man could make it.

Teacher Pudding silently stood here again and again, turning red and green lights, if it wasn't already late at night, he would probably be considered a weirdo standing like this, right?

In the night sky, the flying mosquito had to stop on the street lamp, bored to lie down, until Teacher Pudding took another step, and it seemed ill to fly again, making an annoying buzz, following Teacher Pudding.

Teacher Pudding didn't seem to notice anything behind him, so slowly continued his footsteps, he seemed tired, and walking slower and slower... I don't know how long later, Teacher Pudding suddenly stopped.

He came to a very old house at this time… in fact, the house was not just old, it even looked like it had been uninhabited for a long time.

Teacher Pudding walked into the door of the house and pushed it gently, the door squeaked and opened, with an old smell - it had been a long time since no one had lived here and it would be full of surroundings, but there were very clear footprints on the ground.

The mosquito also flew into the house, and Teacher Pudding still hadn't noticed that his body was getting more and more rickety, even to the point where he couldn't walk. He had to hold onto the wall and finally came to a sofa where the cortex had been bitten to pieces by insects.

When he got down, he fell asleep.