Trafford’s Trading Club

Event One:

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Here's the thing, today I confessed to a female classmate who has been secretly in love for a long time... The process was unspeakable, like most happy dramas, I failed, the opponent was a high-ranking brother of the class, nicknamed [Tidal Hailing], versatile multi-talented gold and single-handedly driven Ferrari, I was in the mood to look up to the sky 45 degrees to stop tears from flowing.

None of that matters. I found out I could light it!

I hit a ringing finger, and then my finger caught fire!

Superpowers have wood! It's really psychic! I promised my ancestors 18 generations plus a household account, I really just hit a thumb and my fingers started to burn!

But there is a key problem, after my finger is on fire, I can't stop, now I think my finger is already moderately burned, it is still going on, but I can't feel the pain, it is going on!!!

What should I do!! Hurry!! wait online for the big internet guy to answer!! Help -!!!

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Event 2:

Keung and Jane's mother, call me Mom:

Things shouldn't be like this, things really shouldn't be like this... I'm a full-time wife, I gave up my job for my husband, I gave up taking care of myself for my kids, I learned to play mahjong for my mother-in-law... These are not things, but my husband greens me, and I'm still a good friend!

I'm so desperate, I feel like my life has come to an end, I've grown to over 170 kg now, I don't have the courage to lose weight, it's impossible to lose weight, it's impossible to lose weight forever... OK, I'm going to leave this damn world and take my kids away from this damn world!

Go to hell, you bastards, live every day in regret!! I want you to think about it every time you do, so that it will be a shadow of your life!!

But why would my child fly?

Really, I'm hanging my child in the middle of the block building right now, I can't go up, I can't come down, my child just looks at me... he's only two years old!

Do I have to feed him milk this time? Does he look hungry?

I know you must have a way [smile] [smile].

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Event three:

@ X City Traffic Police Online:

Car! Car!

A semi-transparent white AE86 appears on the highway in a trailer! It can pass through the tunnel, and now it has broken off the black warrior of McLaren in front! The Black Warrior is still accelerating, it hasn't given up!

The Black Samurai hit me, I rolled over, my legs pressed! The Black Warrior is still in pursuit, but he can't even see the taillights on the Ghost 86!

The Black Warrior hasn't given up yet, it's not a car fighting! Come on!!

Of!! I'm hurt, you don't care!!

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Event N:

Shit! My house was smashed by a robot!

Really, my neighbor's house was smashed by another robot! Many of the houses in our town are the same!

I suspect our world is being invaded by aliens!

I feel like this robot in my house should still work and I'm trying to open its cockpit now!

Guess if I can open this window or not!

Double-click to follow, forward comments over 10,000, I will sit up today to drive up to!!

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“Hey, this live robot, where he's at, isn't it your cheap son's place to read? Sister Ren?”

Pears ripped a bag of chips open with their legs, before she had eaten two barrels of popcorn, three fried chicken wings, and two kilos of fries plus two 2.0L bottles of happy water... half full.

Before that, Pear had eaten the melon for a day... and the magazine had just been promoted to boss, walking to the peak of her life's work force, Ren Ziling.

Not only are they hiding in their offices eating melons, but the entire magazine staff is eating melons right now, and they feel like they can spend the day eating melons!

At this moment Ren Ziling stood up, “Pear, copy the guy! Interview! ”

Pear blinked, looked at the chips that had just been torn, and suddenly struck a thrill, “Sister Ren, I don't think you should worry about your cheap son now? ”

She grabbed a chip and stuffed it in her mouth while she was talking.

Ren Ziling packed the table and said quickly: “I've already talked to my good son on the phone! He said he was fine, the British local government is already handling the matter, the school is closed, he is now in the dormitory, it is safe for now... stop talking nonsense and go out and interview! I'm losing control of my own journalist's soul! ”

It was also painful for the editor-in-chief, who had to stay in the office most of the time to sign the papers since she rose to boss.

“Oh, oh?” Pear's eyes turned and suddenly he said, "But where are we going to interview? We are quiet and safe here, don't say anything strange on the internet, there are not even bigger ordinary cases outside, there are a few cases of middle school students fighting today, do you want to go? ”

“Where is the nearest weird thing to us? ”

“Recently… downtown KL, the fastest three hours drive, you have to attend the meeting of the head office tomorrow, you will not catch up.” Pears shrugged their shoulders.

Sister Ren had to sit down uncomfortably. "Why don't you say something strange about us? ”

Pears squeezed their eyes and smiled.

Yes, I am in front of you, but I can't use my powers right now, or I'll scare you to death!

“Keep eating melon...” Sister Ren shook her head, looked at the computer screen, then reached out and touched it, randomly angry: “Pear, you bastard, even my melon seeds are kowtowed? I'll fire you!! ”

Eat melon, eat melon.

The reason they've been able to eat melons in peace these past few days is... it's really peaceful here, it's like another world, so they can eat melons in peace.

Because where they live, it's really peaceful.

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Over the past three days, the town has closed not only its schools, but most of its shops, basically in addition to the necessary departments and institutions still functioning, as if it were on a special holiday.

The inhabitants of the town, even the students of the college… a small number of visitors from abroad who came to this coastal town for a holiday, were notified by the British Government.

Investigation into the incident that occurred three days ago in the town.

And the body responsible for this investigation is a department that people have never heard of… they call themselves: the knighthood.

“I don't know what's going on, it feels like I'm asleep, like I'm in a magical place... is that what the soul knows? I felt like I was in a state where my soul knew something. I saw my body and was sucked into the night sky. It seemed to circle over the town… Later, I didn't know what had happened. By the time I woke up, my house had been smashed by a giant machine like that! Damn it, I didn't buy insurance! Is this a natural disaster? Did your government compensate you? ”

“Okay… next. ”

Ignoring the noise of the townsman, the investigator waved and asked his subordinates to [invite] the master out of the room.

The investigator then leaned over the chair tired and reached out to pick up the coffee cup on the table and was about to take a sip... but soon his stomach started pounding.

He had to put the coffee cup down, and for the past two or three days he had been drinking too many of these irritating drinks, and his body had begun to protest.

“Forget it, take a break!” The investigation told his subordinates who brought people in again.

This is not a human thing… this is just three days from being notified, then attending, and then starting to interrogate the situation in the town - the investigator hasn't closed his eyes for almost 50 hours, yet the investigation of the town's inhabitants is less than half way through, I'm afraid.

Of course, he is obviously the only investigator in charge, but he is facing a whole town of people… It is a desperate workload to think about the tidying up that follows.

“Mr. Gareth is here.” My subordinates say suddenly at this point.

The investigator rubbed his head in agony... his immediate knighthood, and Mr. Gareth was naturally his top boss, "What is he doing here? ”

“Seems to be dealing with the bodies found by the sea. ”

Those are just general statements, which, to be correct, should be… massive!

“Let the next one in!” The investigation waved, and since the boss at the top arrived, although he did not ask about the progress here, he did not dare to slow it down.

The investigator, struggling with stomach discomfort, picked up the cup again, drank the coffee and frowned, looking at the next subject on the file to be examined.

Claudia, female, 21 years old, student at St. Andrews College...

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Part of the town's seaside was turned into a military restricted zone, with a large number of soldiers stationed along coastal routes, denying entry to all irrelevant persons.

A military helicopter brought the current head of the cavalry, Knight Gareth, to the scene.

Just out of the helicopter, Mr. Gareth smelled a faint corpse smell in the air… Mr. Gareth subconsciously removed his handkerchief and covered his nose.

“Where's Dagonit?” Mr. Gareth asked his neighbour's peer secretary.

“Dagonit is right in front, where the bodies are placed. ”

Mr. Gareth nodded and walked quickly, but in a moment, he arrived at a beach with lots of tents —— military tents on top of it -- containing strange dead bodies.

Gareth opened the curtain of a tent and walked in, as Joker Dagonit stood here, wondering what he was thinking.

“Dagonit! ”

“Mm-hmm." Mr. Joker responded casually at this moment, still looking at a corpse lying under his feet.

Gareth frowned suspiciously, "Did you find anything? ”

“This man, if not mistakenly read, seems to be called Kalon…” Dagonit said with little seriousness: "One of the top leaders of the Black Order, according to intelligence, is a man of special strengthening and renovation. I saw his body, no trauma, not poisoning, just suddenly lost his life... this guy was found on the street in town, and when he was found, he was wearing a set of things like [Dragon Rider Armor]. ”

“When I arrived, I received a report of the discovery of the wreckage of a special submarine in nearby waters…”

“I've dived in and seen it, and it should have sunk in the last few days.” Dagonit shook his head: “It should also be something from the Black Order… including these bodies. ”

There's so much information in this that Gareth can't draw useful conclusions from the fog for a while.

Dagonit remembers something at this time, and suddenly he asks, "It's been three days since it happened. You should have dared to be here the first time. Why are you so late? ”

Gareth frowned: “The world has changed… it seems that after this happened three days ago, there have been a lot of supernatural events around the world, and strange things have been happening constantly… Although the impact of each one is small, all of a sudden the governments are focused on the onset of the outbreak… This is especially serious in the eastern China Summer Country, which seems to be a severe disaster area where extraordinary events have erupted, and in China Summer Country, there are now more than 900 extraordinary events that we can know… We do not know, God knows exactly how many have happened? ”

“So?” Dagonit seemed to think of something.

“Her Majesty is negotiating with the United Nations on the European continent… I'm afraid there will be a summit of nations in the short term…", Mr. Gareth solemnly said.

“Oh, immunity?” Mr. Joker is showing a funny smile at the moment, "it seems to have covered up the world for so long that it will eventually be unveiled in another veil. ”

Mr. Gareth glanced at Dagonit and was really dissatisfied with this guy's unmistakable character... The head of the knighthood organ said headaches at this time: “Earlier fog riots, we reluctantly invited people from [the Magician's Association] to fight to erase the memories of most people, but the residual effects have not yet been eliminated, and there are still a lot of folk legends spreading... this time, I'm afraid there is really nothing we can do. ”

Dagonit blinked, “So you've already called the Magician's Association? ”

“Yes! Why haven't you looked?” Mr. Gareth shook his head: “Not only are we looking, we are looking for a multitude of forces… but you know what the answer is from the Magicians' Association? ”

“What?”

Mr. Gareth looked weird and said: "They said... it's none of their business! They have moved collectively to [the inhuman realm], the things of this world, they are human, it makes sense not to do it! ”

“Ha ha ha ha!! ”

Only Mr. Joker's laughter sounded in the tent.