Trafford’s Trading Club

Chapter 1166 is gone.

The two quickly entered the home of Qian Er.

Perhaps because of the relationship that often laughs and die, the debt collectors have not appeared in these two days, and the money is a little bit floating. The beer and peanut shells in the house are in a mess. When Liu Minghao and Wei Zidao arrive, this product Still sleeping on the couch.

But this also facilitates the work of the two.

Wei Zidao first took a strip of metal rod and smashed it all over the body of Qian Er. "Hao Ge, there is no abnormal energy reaction."

"It seems that it is not the ability... you can take your hand." Liu Minghao said casually, then moved to the chair, the paper towel caught his nose and sat down.

Wei Zidao nodded and came to the front of Qian Er. He reached out and pinched a strange seal. He had a word in his mouth and then clicked on the forehead of Qian Er. This is a kind of trail technique. The effect is similar. Hypnosis.

Of course, the effect of hypnosis varies from person to person, and also varies from person to person. In the school, Wei Zidao's performance in this area is very good. It is considered to be top-notch, so he graduated in advance and was officially promoted to become an agent who can go out on duty.

Under the effect of practical Taoism, Qian Er slowly opened his eyes, but his expression was dull and his consciousness was unknown.

Liu Minghao began to ask about some things that night... What Qian 2 said was basically the same as that of Chang Xiao’s several companions.

Just when Liu Minghao and Wei Zidao felt that this luck was not met with good luck, in the words of Qian Er, there were some things that were not recorded.

"Gun?" Liu Minghao frowned at this time: "What gun, who gave you the gun?"

Money two eyes are empty, but the speech is clear: "Silver gun. I can't see him. He said that he can help me kill Chang laugh, so I shot."

"What about the gun?" Wei Zidao quickly asked.

Money II slowly shook his head. "I don't know."

Liu Minghao stared at Qian II for a while, then waved his hand. Wei Zidao cast the spell again at this time. Qian Er fell on the sofa and fell asleep.

"Hao Ge, now is a little bit of a clue." Wei Zidao said with a deep sigh: "The deceased's deceased, and often laugh, are shot dead on the forehead, and can't find bullets... and Qian said that someone gave it to He has a silver gun."

Liu Minghao nodded. "This gun is probably a special refining instrument... Maybe it can explain its weird way of killing. But there is one thing, why the people behind it are not doing it themselves, Instead, choose to hand the gun to the money two to use? Then, is the same time in the detention center?

Wei Zidao walked back and forth, and his heart moved: "If the murderer does it himself, it will not leave the money. Such a flaw that ordinary people can hardly find, and we are afraid that there is no clue... But the murderer did this, is it true? Is it because the murderer himself cannot use this gun directly?"

"Or, it takes some conditions to use this gun." Liu Minghao's brains frantically twisted. "Even, he is likely to be doing something... experimenting?"

"If it is a test, then there is a good chance that the next victim will appear." Wei Zidao suddenly responded. "Hao Ge, if this is the case, then it is too dangerous!"

"Don't panic, this is just our guess." Liu Minghao shook his head: "If it is a gun that shoots a bullet and kills it, and the bullet disappears automatically after killing it, then this gun is not an ordinary weapon. You I don’t want to talk about the cell of the detention center. It’s just a regular smile. The car is sealed. It can only be said that the bullet suddenly appears in front of him, and the frontal kills... You think about it, this means of ignoring space is Can we have similar in many of the ways we have studied?"

Wei Zidao thought: "I heard that some powerful monks can use a kind of way to make people move thousands of miles. And many of them also have martial arts. They can pass through the wall. ""

"Wall-through technique is only applicable to the energy body of ghosts. Normal people, even Taoist or Yaozu, can't do it. In this respect, the development department has done countless tests. It can only be said that this method The device can generate bullet-like energy within the specified range. After killing, the energy disappears and the bullet disappears naturally.” Liu Minghao shook his head. “It is not impossible to tear the space. It is just needed. The energy is too strong, even at the center of the nuclear bomb explosion, it does not have this ability."

"It's not that energy is not enough, but the means we use energy is still very low-level." Wei Zidao said: "I have heard Dr. Zhao's lecture. He mentioned that in the current means of human beings, the means of using energy. There is still a lack of it. As for the demon, it is not just more advanced than us, but it may not be the end."

Liu Minghao waved his hand. "This matter will not be discussed. We only need to know that someone gave the gun money two at the time, and this person, once appeared in the alley, will do it - so that we are not a clueless ...Go to the alley."

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The world that has been optimized in the game makes Luo Qiu more satisfied.

But he didn't stay too long, just acting as an outing – not even looking for the 'main god' who was playing in the castle.

Luo Ya is still the same. When she went in, she was very strange to everything. After she came out, she was still strange to all. She is only in the side of Luo Qiu, only to reveal the look of peace in the dark.

Until she slept slowly, Luo Qiu left Luo Ya's room.

"Master, are you going home?" Miss Maid appeared at Luo Qiu's side and asked softly.

This seems to be no different from the past. At that time, Luo Qiu will come in the morning and go back after dinner. They will all go home to rest, and the weather will not change.

"Well, see you tomorrow." Luo Qiu nodded with a smile.

You night likes this answer, because tomorrow is very fast for her, in the long years, such a short wait, but also a small dormancy.

She was born in the club, and now three hundred years have passed, and she has experienced two bosses before and after.

The new boss let her recover from some kind of coldness. She naturally wants to cherish the present owner more than her heart... and even more reluctant to appear in the future.

Just close your eyes gently and wait for one night to see him again... What else is there to expect?

She is not even surprised that there was no such strong thought in the past, but now she has already created such an idea... She just feels very good, and seems to have broken through the shackles and got some permission.

Luo Qiu is also curious. He feels that his maidservant seems to have a hint of fireworks... In the eyes of Luo Qiu, the maidservant at this time, planing to go to the body of the alchemist, in his black and white vision, the more Hey.

You can hug and take possession.

He didn't choose to leave as usual, but took the hand of the night, came to her usual sitting position, and quietly watched her dormancy - until she was already immersed in the body of the doll, the soul 朦胧Is the willing to leave.

I didn't go to the candle in the lobby, let the candlelight accompany her, and Luo Qiu gradually disappeared here.

For the time being, it means that his day as a boss is almost over.

Vaguely, Luo Qiu felt that he and the altar seemed to have some kind of connection that they could not understand clearly - it seemed to be more closely related than before.

He still can't guess the idea of ​​the altar, but it seems that the altar has begun to respond to some of his ideas - perhaps become more boring... for example, closing.

In the true sense of closure, the real fight is not open... As long as it appears, there will be a passive situation in which transactions will appear, and it seems to be different.

Luo Qiu feels intuitively that he seems to be free to open and close this 'passive' ability... no longer appear, he is no longer suitable for this situation.

Luo Qiu can't say whether this is good or not. It seems that the altar has given him more freedom, but if it is a higher degree of freedom, it seems that he is more in line with the needs of the altar.

Is his own emotion, already unknowingly, to the extent that he himself has already felt dispensable?

But he still has all the people in these years, and there is nothing different.

He vaguely felt that there had been some chance, but it disappeared, and even he himself did not notice it, or because of the more irresistible things, he was forgotten.

At the moment of stepping out of the club's door, Luo Qiu even had a strange feeling... The altar seemed to hope that he would go on like this.

There is a feeling that seems to be a pair of hands, gently embracing.

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The white Alpha actually has to stop outside the police station for the two days.

In fact, there are two other similar Alphas, which are also in different places - one is at the University of Political Science and Law, and the other is on the side of the traffic police brigade.

There is no doubt that this is the arm of Miss Song.

After collecting a large amount of information through Zhang’s hand, after finally locking the suspected person into a three-person, Miss Song Ying, who was appointed, was quite a bit of a perseverance and even kissed her.

It’s just that the work of monitoring is actually dull enough – at least for a few days, staying in the car every day, eating and drinking are bought on the street, not as fine food – not even sports, Song Ying feels My stomach seems to be able to pinch out a layer of grease.

Miss Song Da suddenly felt that she was somewhat wronged... Why should I have such a heart?

I am so angry!

She mobilized the seat, and the whole person was almost half lying... Song Sakura, who had already felt moldy, yawned at this moment and asked casually: "Is this Zhou Yuxi really not coming out again?"

"No, Miss." The person next to him replied quickly, and at the same time saw that it seemed to be the spiritual limit of the lady. Then she said, "Miss, let me send someone back to Zhangjia to rest. This kind of Let us work for you."

"In this way, I have not been wasting my labor for a few days?" Song Ying suddenly said coldly, "The dead man is dead... Don't let me investigate the truth... so fierce me, so fierce me!!"

In fact, Miss Song Ying also has her own small theater in the brain.

- The noble and glamorous Miss Song Ying, slammed a pile of information on the table, arrogant, "Look! When you have found out the truth, I have found it! Don't waste the power!"

- So Luo Qiu looked at the face of worship, "Song Ying, you are really powerful. I have never known, you care about me like this... Sorry, I used to have a bad attitude towards you. Give me a chance?"

- Miss Song Ying: "Is it wrong? Unfortunately, it is too late, unless you..."

"Miss, Miss?" The bodyguard, who felt that the big lady of her family seemed to be somewhat uncomfortable. After some inexplicable smile on her face, she couldn’t help it. She had to cautiously shouted.

"Scared? Oh...nothing, I suddenly thought of something." Song Sakura didn't change the color... I opened the curtain and aimed it out. "Right, let the people on the side of the traffic police withdraw, concentrate on investigating." Gao Wen and Zhou Yuxi are two."

The bodyguard nodded, but agreed with what Song Ying said - today, they found that Gao Wen and Zhou Yuxi have appeared in the cemetery.

"Well, let's go and tell."

Song Ying continued: "Wait a little further, don't buy me any more soy milk... I want to spit!"

It’s already been the beginning of the Hua Deng, the street has been rushing to the hustle and bustle, and the time for the late dinner has reached the end.

"Understood." The bodyguard nodded and said casually: "There is a mouth-watering chicken in front of the street. Does the lady want to taste it?"

Song Ying did not care to wave his hand, "Look at it, not soy milk risotto."

"I will go." The bodyguard immediately set off.

There are still two bodyguards sitting in front of the driver's seat. They are all war-torn people. They should not have too many problems when they leave for a short time... Thinking, the bodyguard is the door to pull the car.

It was just at this time that the door was knocked a few times... The sound of the door knocked, and the bodyguard frowned, and the look of Song Ying was dignified.

The bodyguard blocked Song Ying in one hand, and the other hand pressed behind his waist, which suddenly opened the door of Alpha and instantly said: "Who!"

I saw a young man with a plainclothes with a smile, carrying two bags, stood outside the door - Luo Qiu.

"Qiu... Qiu Shaoye?" The bodyguard naturally recognized the young master of the Song family at first sight, and could not help but be caught off the hook.

Naturally, Song Ying, who was too close to her feet, opened her eyes and opened her mouth. It took a long time to squeeze out and didn’t speak very well. "Where is this guy, from where?"

"After seeing you are here, come over and see you." Luo Qiu smiled slightly. "I guess you didn't eat anything, just buy it by the way."

"Qiu Shaoye has a heart." The attitude of bodyguards naturally changed. They were trained and instilled with the idea of ​​serving the Song family. There is quite a style of slavery in ancient times.

"Do you have such kindness?" Song Ying whispered coldly. "Isn't it a joke?"

"Thank you, help me to do so much." Luo Qiu said softly.

Song Ying’s momentum was instantly defeated like a mountain. “Everything...what have you bought? I tell you, I don’t know what garbage will be stuffed in the belly of the king!”

"Soybean milk and risotto, do you want to eat it." Luo Qiu raised the bag on his hand. "Old shop, I used to eat it before. It tastes good and hot."

It’s awful... the bodyguard sighed, this is something Miss missed.

Sure enough, Song Ying’s lips shook... "Okay, then I will avoid it."

Miss... What about your exercise?

(End of this chapter)