Trafford’s Trading Club

This is already the second time Ma Zir and Wang Yuechuan have come into contact with the female high school student in front of them.

She was obviously more scared than last time.

The first time she reported the crime was after she received the first threatening letter. And this time, it is already the third time.

"Is it still collected at school this time?" Mahoude looked at the female student in front of him and asked with a frown.

She could only nod in horror...she didn't dare tell her parents.

Since the tutoring club closed down, not only her, but also the other students have more or less guessed something. These days, students who only know each other have tried their best not to have too much contact.

"Officer! I heard...I heard that those who jumped off the building in front were all killed by...Officer, I don't want to die, help me! I know I was wrong, please, I know I was wrong!"

"You should worry first, we will protect your safety." Mahoude said seriously: "After we met last time, I asked someone to protect you privately. Once a bad person comes close to you, he will be caught. This do not worry."

But the female student was still worried and said: "But... why can this thing be sent to school..."

This is where Ma privater is relatively powerless.

The threatening letter was delivered directly to the school gate. It was something sent by mail. But when they contacted the post office, there was no video of Zhao Ru on the front desk... They could only say that she sent it in a mailbox outside the mailbox.

But the problem is, they also have people staring at the mailbox 24 hours a day, but with so many people putting things in the mailbox every day, they can't figure out who is who... Besides, they can't see anyone put things in the mailbox. If you want to go up and question him, that will only alert the enemy.

"Do you want to solve this matter?" Wang Yuechuan said suddenly.

The female high school student was stunned. This was the second time she saw this police officer.

A very cold face...but also very handsome. Last time he didn't say a word, just listened. This was the first time he spoke.

She looked at Wang Yuechuan and nodded subconsciously... This cold but handsome face made her feel like a deer bumping into each other. Compared with the middle-aged police officer Ma next to her, who had a big belly and a beard, she looked... Seems more reliable?

"Then you do us a favor." Wang Yuechuan said calmly at this moment: "I want you to prepare for a... suicide."

…

In front of this female high school student, Ma Houde did not talk directly to Wang Yuechuan.

But after the person was sent away, Ma Houde frowned and said: "Comrade Wang Yuechuan, I think you are too messy! How can you let a student do such a thing! It's too dangerous!"

"If no one is caught, other students will be in danger." Wang Yuechuan said calmly: "Today it is her, tomorrow it will be another one. The list of students in that document is not just this one. But the only one who is willing to cooperate is now this one."

"That's right!"

Ma Houde still disagreed: "But can you guarantee that Zhao Ru will not hide somewhere? It is true that she forces students to commit suicide every time, but what if she does it herself instead of threatening her? Wang Yuechuan Comrade! Did you know? It only takes one! It could be a risk to a life!"

"She just needs to be responsible for responding."

Wang Yuechuan said calmly: "According to past data, this kind of threatening letter deepens step by step. When the victim's spirit is almost broken, he will receive the final suicide instruction... When the instruction arrives, I am the one who goes to the rooftop." .”

…

Different scavengers have their own fixed pick-up locations in this city... Strictly speaking, it's like a territory.

This is one of Uncle Mai's 'territories'.

"There are so many pieces of paper today?" Lao Mai said happily.

The employee who came here with Lao Mai said casually: "Well, there are many people here today who have opened the packages and thrown them away. Oh, by the way, there are some leftovers after packaging. I don't want them anymore. Take a look. Is there anything I can pick up?"

"Hey, okay."

After saying that, Lao Mai patted his grandson. He had just picked him up and returned from school. He was on the way.

"Xiaojun, go over there and stay for a while. Grandpa will be back soon after finishing it!"

Mai Xiaojun just jumped out. I pass by here basically every day. Mai Xiaojun looked back at his grandfather at this moment, and when he wasn't paying attention, he quietly stuffed an envelope into the mailbox outside the door.

Sister Xiaoru said, don’t let anyone find out... Then, please eat two crunchy sharks every day!

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It's too late... It's too late?

When Lao Feng came back to his senses, he realized that the sky had darkened. It was obvious that the light coming from the window was no longer enough for him to continue completing the work at hand.

He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes vigorously. On the table in front of him, the rudimentary form of a phoenix has been embroidered on the skirt of the phoenix gown that has been sewn.

But there are more phoenixes, auspicious clouds and other patterns waiting for him.

What really takes time is these patterns.

Old Feng was about to turn on the light, but at this moment he heard a gentle knock on the door... This made Old Feng's heart skip a beat subconsciously.

It's very quiet here. No one lives in this building. Even he usually just turns on a small lamp and closes the curtains... Who will come to him?

Obviously it wasn't Zhou Zihao, because it wasn't the agreed time yet.

Lao Feng didn't say a word, he just walked lightly and slowly approached the small eye in front of the door, observing who was outside the door.

It's...that boss!

Lao Feng hesitated, but finally chose to open the door. In his opinion, it would probably not be difficult for this mysterious boss to get in.

But he...but why did he come here?

Lao Feng is not trying to uncover the strange mask of this mysterious boss, nor does he want to know who he is, but he always wants to know: "You...are you looking for me?"

"At least no one lives here except the elderly, right?" the club owner said softly: "We sometimes do some after-sales tracking work. Don't worry, it's just for a look... By the way, elderly , have you eaten? I brought you some food."

Old Feng asked someone to come in.

The club owner was indeed carrying a food box in his hand, and Old Feng smelled something familiar.

Boss Luo took a look inside the living room and saw Old Feng's daze after smelling the food. He said calmly: "This is the shaved noodles I bought from the noodle shop not far downstairs. The neighbors here said, so Over the years, the taste has changed."

"That shop..." Old Feng had a look of memory on his face and nodded: "Well, it was here when I moved here. In the past, I didn't have time to cook when I was busy. I will go there once.”

Two people, a daughter and a father.

Old Feng remembered what happened a long time ago: "Come to think of it, the owner of that noodle shop also made clothes here for his daughter when she got married."

Lao Feng subconsciously looked at the old photos he had taped to the wall.

That should be a good time.

"They all smile beautifully." Luo Qiu walked to Lao Feng's side, "Can you tell me their story?"

"Story?" Old Feng was stunned.

Luo Qiu nodded, with a slight smile, "Just think of it as the cost of this meal. I'll treat you to dinner, and you tell me their stories. Of course, I won't delay you during meal time. .”

Maybe it’s the aroma of noodles in that memory.

Maybe he was lonely too and wanted to find someone to chat with.

Maybe there isn’t much time for a meal.

Old Feng nodded: "Okay, do you want to hear that?"

"Hmm...how about this one?" Boss Luo clicked on the photos on the photo wall casually.

It was a woman with a gentle smile.

Lao Feng now walked to the workbench, put on his glasses again, then took off the photo, looked at it carefully under the desk lamp, and then nodded: "Well, I have a bit of an impression of this woman. Oh... …When I think about it, I even have an impression of her husband.”

Old Feng sighed, "I'm very impressed."

Luo Qiu asked curiously: "Really? Why?"

Old Feng smiled bitterly and said: "I was arrested by her husband. Can I not be deeply impressed? You...did you actually know this earlier, so you chose this photo?"

Luo Qiu shook his head... He just came to listen to a story.

A story about his biological mother who was once here.

"Since it will remind you of unpleasant things, old man, then choose something else."

"no, I'm fine."

Old Feng shook his head, and he sat down slowly, "I said, I deserve what I got, and I don't want to hate anyone... The wrong things I did have tortured me for decades, but when I was caught, A relief. Since you want to hear it, I'll tell you."

"Tell me." Luo Qiu poured a glass of water for Lao Feng.

The old man was a little flattered, but he didn't dare to drink it like this. Instead, he thought for a while and said: "Well... I forgot the name. But I do remember that they came together as a couple that day, and they also held a child. He must have been born not long ago.”

"Child?" Luo Qiu was stunned.

Lao Feng nodded and said: "The child seems to have been born not long ago. I heard the man said that he didn't have time because of work, so he didn't even hold a wedding. That's why he came here to make a wedding dress. He wanted to make a wedding dress. I have to make up for it. Because almost no one brings their children to make wedding clothes, so if you think about it, you can remember it."

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"...That child is very well-behaved and never cries."

"Well, one time, after this woman came up with her child to try on clothes, the child fell off the chair... well, this sofa. His mother was frightened, but he still didn't cry."

"Let me think about it. By the way, that woman always likes to wear a blue hairpin with a butterfly..."

Luo Qiu listened quietly without making a sound. He knew that Old Feng could recall more, and he also felt that Old Feng didn't hate anyone.

He knows it too.

He had been here before.

A long time ago. (To be continued.)