Trafford’s Trading Club

Chapter 1167 Entering Dreams

The two bodyguards on the driver and the passenger seat also walked down.

The three bodyguards all ran to the parking lot not far away - in a convenience store about ten seconds away, looking for a table outside the street to sit down.

"Are we leaving Miss so far?" One person could not help but curiously ask.

There is a lady left in the car... Oh, and Master Qiu.

"Do you think that Qiu Shaoye will hurt the lady?" The companion did not ask for a good breath - the car is full of successors who will take over the Song family in the future.

"Isn't this... or another kind of damage is also good?" The smirk said: "I guess the old man must be happy to see Qiu Shaoye take the Miss a blood."

"Rolling the scorpion." The person behind the slap was shot on the back of the head. "Miss and the young master, when did you come to discuss it! Cleanly ate the meal, stayed outside! Although it was Outside the police station, we can't let go!"

"Well... 粢?" The bodyguard swallowed his mouth and finally chose to go to the clerk where he had a cup of instant noodles.

To be honest, although Songjiacun is mostly Chinese, or a descendant of Chinese, but the small diet is the taste of South America, not that the food of China is not good, but it is not used, and it is eaten continuously. Something like that.

The instant noodles are different, and this play is crazy about the output of foreign countries.

There is a village-trained mercenary in the Song family, and there are many dangerous tasks in the dark. On weekdays, some Song warriors can't help but fail. They are held in jail by the crit organs in some places. I heard that they are in prison. The instant noodles are also a hard currency, and the status is juxtaposed with cigarettes and scented soaps.

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In the back seat of Elfa, Song Ying smacked a bite of glutinous rice - you can hardly see Miss Song like this lady eating, as if eating a meal carefully prepared by a Michelin-starred chef, but a few A piece of risotto that can be eaten by the mouth, Miss Song is not able to eat a third in a few minutes.

"Is not used to eating."

"No, I... I just want to order something." Song Ying shook his head and took the opportunity to let it down. He looked at Luo Qiudao: "Today, my people found that Gao Wen and Zhou Yuxi had been to your father's grave before and after. ""

Luo Qiu frowned.

Song Ying quickly said: "My people are very careful, did not destroy Uncle Rocky's tomb, you can rest assured! I also let people donate money to the management office, let them clean every morning and evening!"

"I have a heart." Luo Qiu smiled slightly.

Song Yingdao: "Your father, how to say it is also the Song family, but also my uncle, I should do this... Yes, your family is not living here? What are you passing by? You are also investigating Zhou Yuxi's ?"

How can it pass by? Song Ying calmed down and thought about it carefully. She probably understood the purpose of Luo Qiu’s appearance here... But this dead guy is still a bit of a conscience, knowing to buy something to eat, hehe!

"The investigation can't be said." Luo Qiu shook his head slightly. "Only some people, to see, will eventually see."

Luo Qiu’s mood seemed to be a bit low. After saying this, he looked at the police station door outside the window.

Song Ying hesitated a moment, suddenly looked at Jingjing and asked: "Luo Qiu, ask you something."

"Just ask."

Song Sakura moved his body and got closer. "I said hypothesis... Assume that the real murderer behind him has caught it. What are you going to do?"

Luo Qiu regained his gaze and turned to look at Song Ying... It was very close, because the other party moved the position, the two were only one finger apart, and they looked at each other.

Song Ying only felt that there was a hot air suddenly covering his face from the inside out, but he did not move and did not intend to retreat. "With the ability of my Song family, even if you want to put this murderer on the spot, Oh, we can guarantee that you are fine, the next day as usual... So, what do you think?"

"Yes, I should think about it." Luo Qiu whispered: "According to the qualifications, I have this qualification."

Song Sakura smashed... Qualification?

This dead guy, is it calmer?

"You... don't you want revenge?" Song Ying asked subconsciously.

Luo Qiu shook his head, faintly said: "For me, some things, the same is done, it is less...but if it really needs less, I will still make it less."

Song Ying looked puzzled at Luo Qiu and suddenly made a move that made him very surprised and didn't regret it very much - she suddenly opened her hands and hugged Luo Qiu's head.

Luo’s boss was quite wrong at the moment, until he was completely close to the soft place on the other side’s chest, and he could hear the heartbeat that gradually accelerated.

Song Ying only felt the heat wave on his face wave after wave. "It must be very difficult. It is obvious that the enemy is in front of me. When I was a child, my parents died before my eyes. I have had this kind of discomfort. I know Who is the murderer, but I am very small, really small, don't say revenge, even if I just kill a chicken, I don't dare. I don't even dare to let my grandfather feel that I am suffering, I can only pack myself with a smile and innocence... ...I am afraid they will be even more sad because of me. I... I understand, but you don't have to pretend to be strong... If it's really uncomfortable, it doesn't matter, I won't laugh at you."

The interior of the car suddenly became quiet... After Song Ying’s words were finished, his heartbeat could be heard clearly.

Only Luo Qiu has not spoken.

She just hugged him like this.

"Hey...hey? How are you talking about it?" Song Ying screamed softly twice because of the uncomfortable feeling because the nose touched the other's hair and itched.

This guy... isn't it asleep?

What is the story... Is the idiot a good degree? When you come, you are still mentally awkward. When you are a girl, you are a man! !

The waist of the old lady...

In the heart of the spit, Song Ying is trying to push this guy in his arms, but I can think of some people who can't bear it... Maybe just like when I was a child, only when there is no one, will the emotions of dripping and pain be revealed. ?

Sleep and sleep, if it is really asleep, my aging mother I also recognized!

Song Ying looked up and slowly vomited. It was definitely sneezing in the head down...

Only she looked at the roof of the car, and suddenly she suddenly saw a flower, and some strange scenes flashed like a flash.

She saw the bustling city, and the prosperity of the city was even more difficult for all the international metropolises in the world. The buildings of the hundreds of stories were seen everywhere, and the vehicles suspended in the air track were horizontal and vertical.

Flashed past.

She saw the land where the war spread, as if she had returned to the era of six or seventy years ago.

Another flash passed.

The sky is gloomy, and countless huge factories emit smoke. The world seems to have been dyed with a layer of gray. People are head down and walk neatly and orderly. There is no trace of deviation. Without saying a word, the world is moving, the world. It is also quiet.

Suddenly, a sly beast jumped over the tens of meters high wall, flew down from above, and rushed toward Song Ying. The open mouth was the most horrible thing she had ever seen.

Song Ying subconsciously exclaimed, only feeling cold and cold... Finally, she saw the beige leather of the roof.

Luo Qiu opened his eyes in a moment... dimension.

At the same time, those flashing things disappeared in the eyes of Song Ying... It seems that something has pulled her back, she subconsciously lowered her head and saw Luo Qiu’s calm eyes. .

"I... What happened to me?" Song Ying asked subconsciously.

Luo Qiudao: "You suddenly screamed."

Song Ying frowned, only feeling that the brain had a feeling of dizziness, and even a kind of tingling pain... She licked her head. "It may be distracting, the brain suddenly snarls, and I see some strange things. Something... nothing, it is estimated that there is some lack of sleep."

Luo Qiu Shen Shen, seriously staring at Song Ying, looked up and said: "Before, have you ever seen this situation?"

This made Song Ying subconsciously lower his head. "I don't remember... it doesn't seem to be."

It seems to be very concerned...

"There is more rest." Luo Qiu nodded. "Monitor this kind of work and give it to professional people to do it."

"I look at it." Song Ying nodded.

"It's not early, I will go back first." Luo Qiu said hello at this moment, got out of the car, and looked at Song Ying before leaving. "Thank you, let me sleep well."

"Just do it is yours!" Song Ying said indifferently, "I didn't sleep with me last time. One person, once again!"

Luo Qiu smiled. "The smell of perfume is good."

Miss Song’s mouth was slightly tilted up, and she had some smiles... After that, Miss Sakura squatted in the front driver's seat and looked at the lodge who was drifting away from the windshield. He said: "This dead man also has a compliment. Well……"

"Miss, Master Qiu is gone?" The bodyguard dared to come back later.

Song Ying did not have a good air: "You see, can't you see?"

The bodyguard looked at the other bodyguard, and the other bodyguard looked at the third bodyguard... look at it.

"Right, give me a nearest beauty salon, I am looking for someone to press for you..." Song Ying sat down with his waist, "I am exhausted... my waist." ”

The bodyguard looked at the other bodyguards, and the other bodyguards looked at the third bodyguard again, then took a throat.

Exhausted?

Waist... Was the waist affected? !

Qiu Shaoye was so fierce... Big, the street is coming?

"Understand!" The bodyguard nodded quickly. "Miss, you have worked hard!"

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In the dim alley, two men dressed in black suits and carrying suitcases were greeted: Liu Minghao and Wei Zidao.

Liu Minghao himself is somewhat clean, and since he walked into the alley, he has been holding his mouth and nose with a handkerchief. As for Weizidao, this time at the entrance of the alley, a warning line was pulled.

"Hao Ge, stopped before and after, should not be someone coming in." Wei Zidao walked back quickly.

Liu Minghao is looking at the ground. "Qian Er, the location of being beaten, it should be here... Let's start."

Wei Zidao nodded and began to remove some bottles, bottles and cans from the suitcase, and a bronze mirror.

Someone once thought that if you can trace back to the scene of the murder, you will be able to directly see the perpetrators and the process of murder. As a result, many unsolved cases can be effectively resolved, and even no false and wrong cases will occur.

But this is just an unreal assumption... How can you go back to time?

According to the theory of relativity, as long as you are faster than light... At present, it is still delusional.

Having said that, it does not hinder people's imagination of building the future – human beings are indeed the most imaginative and creative species in the world, especially after touching the peculiar energy use of Taoism.

The Authority has developed another means of tracing.

At this point, I saw Wei Zidao sprinkling the contents of the bottle around, and then I sat on the floor, then cut my finger with a knife and dripped three drops of blood on the bronze mirror.

The blood was quickly absorbed into the bronze mirror... The bronze mirror suddenly became a pure black piece.

Liu Minghao did not idle at this moment, but walked behind the Weizi Road and held the palm of his hand.

Wei Zidao closed his eyes at this moment, and the bronze mirror held by his hands began to vibrate slightly... I saw the pure black mirror, and suddenly there was a light.

The highlights are not, just a little... After that, the highlight of the second point appears, but it is on the other side of the mirror.

A little bit of highlights began to appear, and they were randomly distributed at different positions on the mirror surface of the bronze mirror. The closer to the center, the brighter the edge, and the edge position, the darker.

After this, Wei Zidao slowly opened his eyes, his face was pale and sweaty. "Hao Ge, became... a total of fifty-nine to different atmospheres, passing through this alley in these days."

Liu Minghao nodded. "Incorrectly, we only need to investigate the breath of fifty-four."

Wei Zidao nodded, which naturally included money two, and often laughed at a few people.

"Fifty-four people." Liu Minghao snorted at this moment: "Although there are more points, it is always better than finding a needle in a haystack... Let's start from this."

At the alley, a flashing iron door slowly opened, and I saw a young man wearing a waiter costume walking out with two bags of garbage - if anyone is the easiest to come to this place, it is naturally the staff of the bar next to it. It is.

When Wei Zidao saw it, he climbed up directly.

Liu Minghao smiled at this moment: "You take a break, I also understand hypnotism."

"Do you want to do something?" The waiter at the bar saw two men coming towards him. He couldn't help but feel nervous, but before he could make more reactions, he felt black and lost consciousness...

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When the elevator door opened, it happened that a man dressed in fashion was standing outside the door... Zhou Yuxi frowned, this is his neighbor's right.

This man should be planning to go out, but it is almost 11 o'clock in the evening, before going out, probably not going to the serious place...

"Oh... Zhou police officer is good." The man quickly said hello, then walked down into the elevator with his head down, seemingly a little scared.

Zhou Yuxi nodded briefly and walked out of the elevator.

The man held down the elevator button and suddenly said: "Week police officer... you have nothing to do? Are you at home these days?"

"Nothing." Zhou Yuxi said indifferently: "A cabinet in the house is broken. I took it down and repaired it. I didn't quarrel with you."

"No...no." The man nodded.

Repair the cabinet? Ghosts believe... I don’t know if this guy is not going home on weekdays. When he returns home, he will scream and don’t know what to do.

However, Zhou Yuxi used to drink drunk often. When he got home, he would have a big fight with his wife. Is it still going to break hands and break the things at home... It’s no stranger to be a neighbor.

Just came in these three or two years, a similar situation seems to have not happened for a long time, Zhou Yuxi also did not go home for two days... but his wife and son, has not returned for a long time.

Later I heard that his wife moved with his son and seemed to have been divorced.

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Opened the door and opened the lights in the house, Zhou Yuxi squeezed his eyebrows... I saw the chaotic living room.

Falling to the ground, the already broken coffee table, the TV fell to the ground, and the sofa even tilted to one side, and everything was thrown down everywhere.

Zhou Yuxi closed the door and sighed. He walked in and smashed an ornament on the ground. He seemed to want to put it somewhere, but when he saw it... there was no place to put it, and he threw it back. Arrived on the ground.

He covered his face with his hands, wiped it with force, then turned off the light, then went to the sofa and sat down. He tilted his head and closed his eyes.

The room was terrible.

In the darkness, a figure suddenly emerged out of thin air... appeared silently.

Looking at the scum of the scum, even a wine-flavored Zhou Yuxi, Luo Qiu's eyes gradually became cold, the palms slowly extended... slowly extended to Zhou Yuxi's neck.

The five fingers went down.

Once again, the boss’s left eye turned into chaos... but this time it was well controlled and did not bring the last horrible vision.

Even so, everything around it is still floating a little bit.

Zhou Yuxi still did not open his eyes - although at this moment he had a painful look.

The pain of suffocation finally made Zhou Yuxi’s instincts start... He kicked his feet and climbed his neck with his hands, just grabbing the palm of his hand.

Finally... Luo Qiu’s palm was released a little bit.

He slowly sighed, Zhou Yuxi's look began to ease, fainted in the past... The things floating in the living room gradually fell.

Luo Qiu closed his eyes and returned to normal when he opened again.

He opened his palms, and a group of black gas overflowed in his palm... Luo Qiu shook hands.

He also sat down and sat down to Zhou Yuxi's side... slowly closing his eyes.

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Zhou Yuxi made a dream at this time.

One he wants to forget, and he dare not forget, for nearly four years, every night and night hidden dreams.

Above the police car, everyone is armed with full arms.

"...the gangsters hold a lot of weapons, repeat, and the gangsters hold a lot of weapons!!"

At this time, the walkie-talkie on the car is constantly sending the voice of requesting support...

(End of this chapter)