Trafford’s Trading Club

At night, in the streets of small towns, black cats roam the streets and disappear, sometimes appearing as if they were souls.

It came to Mr. Smith's restaurant, which had been closed for a long time - at a time when Mr. Smith was naturally still in the hospital, accompanied by his wife in the intensive care unit.

The black cat jumped onto the windowsill of the restaurant and looked inside... it jumped off the windowsill a while later and walked around in this quiet town again late at night.

It walks past the small park at the corner, stops slightly, then continues to swim… the tail is shaking gently.

Walking, it stopped next to a homeless man who slept in the alley - when it arrived, a mouse suddenly pulled out of the homeless man's clothes in horror and ran away and fled along the sewer.

Nor did it care for the rat who fled in horror, but jumped gently into the vagrant's chest... squatted out of his chest and looked silently at the vagrant's face.

The wind cream, the dirt, the beard, the wrinkles of the wrinkles... and the temperature, which dropped a little bit - the life of this homeless man, came to an end about half an hour ago.

Its tail still shakes, touching the tramp's body gently, as if it were some kind of caress - finally, the tramp's body runs out of temperature and gets cold before it jumps off the tramp's chest.

When he left, the black cat's tail swept past the homeless man's forehead —— the tail curled up at the end, like a hook, and pulled something out.

It's a gray-covered group of light —— it delivers the chewed group to the mouth, and then eats it in small bites.

It's like a kid shopping with snacks in his hand… he keeps swimming again.

Finally, it ended the wander and stopped in front of a house -- this is Mr. Smith's house, but there was no light in the house at this time.

It jumped through the iron door and walked to the door of the house - the black cat's body grew and gradually became a human figure… Hades in a black dress.

Hades stood in front of Mr. Smith's house, tidied up the collar, cleared his voice, and then gently knocked on Mr. Smith's door - no one would answer, of course, because the Smiths were in the hospital at the moment.

He knows, no matter if he knocks for an hour or two, no one will open the door for him... he knows, that's why he knocks on the door like this.

He knows.

Then he stopped knocking on the door, but backed away… he took the steps, then moved the little flower pot on the third step of the steps and extended his hand under the steps - he finally pulled out a key.

Open the door, enter the house, close the door... he didn't turn on the light, he could see everything in the dark.

He actually wanted to turn on the lights... maybe it would be nice to turn on the lights.

He slowly walked into the living room, circled around the sofa in the living room, and then did it down - sitting tall, hands on his thighs, measuring everything in the living room from left to right.

A blanket scattered randomly on the couch caught his attention - he took the blanket and wrapped it around himself.

He continued to measure around… his eyes quickly saw the table in front and the kitchen - he stood up and came in a blanket.

There was also a dinner that Mrs. Elora had prepared for Mrs. Debra on the stove, but I'm afraid the ambulance could not handle it in time and could simply turn the fire off and leave it there.

He opened the lid of the pan and it was borscht… it was obviously already cold.

Instead, he glanced around and took a step back, pulling the disinfection cabinet in the cabinet below the stove and removing a spoon.

When he called himself Hades, he held up the pot from the stove and sat at the table, eating the soup of the pot, one by one, with the spoon in his hand.

Mrs. Elula has Russian blood, so she generally likes to make borscht soup with cabbage... he eats it and ends up releasing the spoon, picking up the pan directly and drinking the rest of the soup too.

Don't eat so fast! It's full of food! Raise your head, Mommy.

He suddenly raised his head and even closed his eyes like he was waiting for something - he didn't wait, he opened his eyes and then slowly appealed... he picked up the tissue himself and wiped the soup off his mouth.

He stood up again, walked up the stairs, and soon came to the door of a room —— this is Joe's room.

When he opened the door, he walked straight into Joe's room and came to the one meter and two in front of the children's bed, and he turned on the little lamp on the bedside cabinet.

He lay down, wrapped himself in a blanket, pulled the cup over him, curled himself, and fell asleep.

Then he reached out and turned off the little lamp.

And he muttered, "Good night. ”

Then there was silence.

……

……

The next day soon arrived… In this dilapidated house, Teacher Pudding slowly opened her eyes as the light entered the house through the gap at the first moment of the sun's rise.

He wanted to look less tired, but got up silently and walked into the bathroom in the house, untied the already rusty faucet and simply brushed himself.

“Thank you for staying with me all night.” After brushing, Teacher Pudding looked in the mirror... and said that somewhere in the mirror it reflected.

Only a small mosquito fell on the beam and became Nero.

“Morning, little brother ~” She leaned at the door casually, rubbing some scattered Liu Hai hair in front of her forehead, measuring Miss Puling, then put on a smiley face and stretched out her palm, "Overnight fee, Cheng Hui 100 yuan ~! ”

Teacher Pudding turned around slowly and said softly: “I don't have any money, and... I can't imagine what more money is needed to do like you. ”

Nero smiled with a smile: "Because there is a bad supervisor, pressing jobs and not paying salaries, people can say they are very poor! ”

Teacher Pudding shook her head, "You've taken my book. ”

Nero looked into his eyes and suddenly asked, "Do you recognize me? ”

Teacher Pudding felt a little surprised, then said: "Of course I do, I don't think my memory is so bad... after all, we've met for the third time in two days, why ask? ”

The first was in an abandoned warehouse, the second was in front of the hospital door last night… and now for the third time - Nero's heart flashed through the scenes of these three encounters.

She held her heart and looked so pathetic, "Don't you really remember me? When you and I were watching the moon when you were young, you called me big sister, sweetheart, and said you were going to protect me all my life. ”

“You're not mistaken.” Teacher Pulley opened her mouth.

Until then, he finally made sure that he didn't know the gray-haired girl - she was multifaceted, she was on every side... so he couldn't shake him in simple language all the time.

At the same time, he was mocking himself, and his knowledge of people seemed insufficient —— but this gray-haired girl, too, could no longer be defined.

“You really don't know me?” Nero walked into Teacher Pudding's face and twisted his head.

Teacher Pudding sighed softly: “I have complete memories from childhood until now, and I'm sure I haven't forgotten anything… so it's impossible for me to know you. ”

“You're lying.” Nero suddenly whispered, "You're telling the truth in a lie. ”

Teacher Prynne took a slight step back, pulled the distance from Nero and said in the tone of Nero's first meeting: "If that's what you think it is, then so be it... I have nothing to say. But I still want you to stay away from Mr. Smith's family. ”

“What if I get close?” Nero grinned suddenly: “I can kill you once, and naturally I can kill you twice. And this time, your book is still in my hands. ”

“You said it.” Unexpectedly, Teacher Pudding raised her palms at random at this time - the black sealed book instantly appeared in his palms.

Nero blinked unconsciously, then inserted his palms into his body and started pulling them up... for a while, she couldn't help but wonder: “Oh, it's really gone! ”

“There's no time for me to go out.” Teacher Pudding shook her head, "If you like to follow, follow... but better not turn into a mosquito. ”

He walked past Nero and was ready to go out.

Nero suddenly whispered, “Hades. ”

At the same time, she was observing Mr. Pudding's reaction —— she found that Mr. Pudding did respond to the name, but it was just an unexpected reaction.

When she turned around, she said, "Hades? Are you talking about the Pluto of the Greek Divine System... why did you suddenly mention that name? ”

Nero shrugged: "Don't you feel very much like you, your abilities… like Hades. ”

Teacher Pudding silenced for a moment, "Perhaps… also the ability to bring death, but I'm not. ”

“I'm just sayin 'like, not sayin' you are.” Nero laughed casually.

Teacher Pudding nodded and went out afterwards - he did not continue to talk to Nero too much, some things could not be solved simply by force… and, since the book was used, finally, with this result, force would naturally not be solved.

If she's been following herself, maybe in some ways, it's a good thing.

After all, as long as she followed him, he could be sure that she was not approaching Mr. Smith's family.

Watching Teacher Pudding go out like this, Nero leaned against the door of this old house and started rubbing Liu Haifa in front of his forehead, saying to himself: “How strange..."

The Yan Demon Knife had cut half of Teacher Pudding and swallowed it up - but by then Teacher Pudding had recovered, and half of it had been cut off as if it had never been lost.

But it's not the strangest thing that makes Nero feel - after all, she can't really understand the power of the soul... she's not the boss and that poor maid... maybe just think of Mr. Pudding's situation as a special ability.

So, what makes her the weirdest... is the relationship between Erha and Old Ha.

Old Ha recognises her, but Second Ha does not recognise her at all from previous reactions - Old Ha's words Nero has also carefully distinguished, indeed, not lies... insight into lies, which seems to be the inherent ability of the Dark Soul Messenger, which allows her to easily distinguish the other person's words - even if the other person has better emotional control, even if the other person's acting is superior.

Since neither Old Ha nor Second Ha lied, what went wrong?

Nero stretched his lazy back and shrugged his neck. "What's wrong with it? It makes you taste exactly the same... so funny! ”

So what Nero really felt strange about was that Yan Demon Knife had swallowed Miss Pulling's general, Yan Demon Knife had also directly cut Joe's body out of Joe's soul, Yan Demon Demon Knife had also directly penetrated Old Ha's body and encountered his soul smell —— and Old Ha, Erha and Joe, their three souls smelled the same.

Simply put —— the same soul, three different individuals. Old Ha and Erha have similar abilities... like Hades the Pluto, and Joe is just a five-year-old kid who doesn't know anything.

If there's anything special about Joe, he's probably the only one who can feel [Reaper] coming. At best, it's just a little more sensitive.

“Six months ago? ”

Nero suddenly remembered what Joe had said about the family bucket and seemed to have an idea when she turned her eyes - she bit her lip and then made a vomiting move... a bunch of black grey clumps that came straight out of her mouth.

The spitting group owner had a small tail and a small, closed hand - and her own face, at least seemingly naive - simply as if it were a ghost.

Nero photographed the head of the clump satisfactorily and then pointed in the direction Teacher Pudding left… the clump chased it up.

Next, she intends to go to the local police station - but Nero intends to buy a breakfast in the town before going to the station.

The Dark Soul Messenger doesn't really need food… but she still retains this habit.

It's like Dae-chul would love to do the chores, just like the boss would do the chores of a normal person —— they're all keeping some of their old habits.

Of course, the reason she didn't choose to go back to the estate for breakfast was because she must be late!

Don't wash dishes!

Slightly Slightly Slightly -!