Trafford’s Trading Club

Chapter 87: accident

Chapter 87 Accident

After fleeing, he hid himself on the roof of a nearby building, wondering why he was shaking, remembering what happened in the garage not long ago.

It seems to be in front of you.

Blood, horrified eyes, screams...

Mo Xiaofei subconsciously glared at his forehead, trying to calm his mood and trying to convince himself. "You are not good... It is not good for you... Why should you resist... It is your death that does not change... It is not good for you... ..."

I don't know how long it took, Mo Xiaofei began to feel that his head was no longer so painful. He stood up and took a deep breath, once again gliding down between the buildings in the night.

Going back to the alley.

The owner reported the police, called the ambulance, and watched the medical staff use the stretcher to send the man into the ambulance. Some people were on the scene.

"To tell the truth, police officer, I really don't know! When I catch up, this guy is already lying on the ground, full of blood! I am the one who was robbed, how many people saw it, don't believe you ask Ask people near the street!"

At this time, Mo Xiaofei is also among the people watching.

They are discussing this way.

"It’s terrible, such a large glass body is inserted, and the earth is full of blood!"

"The wicked are going to grind..."

Mo Xiaofei did not continue to watch, the wicked people grind more... It is not good for you.

Just do not know why, Mo Xiaofei is in a bad mood tonight. He hurriedly took the few guys he had caught before to the factory, and he ignored it, just thinking about going home.

Yes, it is not good for you.

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As usual, under his own downstairs, Mo Xiaofei hid a set of dressing tools on his body and then flew along the wall to the window of his room.

Not high, just the third floor... The windows of the room don't know when to open. Mo Xiaofei couldn't help but see that when he left, he should have closed the window.

Mo Xiaofei frowned, crossed the window frame, opened the curtains and landed on the ground. When I was about to open the room lamp, the incandescent lamp in the room slammed. Mo Xiaofei was at a glance, but at the moment he saw his father, Mo Hongqi, actually in the room.

He turned on the light... He saw himself coming in from the window. Because there is still a layer of curtains, perhaps there is no such thing as his 'flying', only when it just climbs in.

Even so, Mo Xiaofei has an alternative kind of uneasiness... He doesn't know how to explain this to his father.

Also subconsciously, hiding the backpack with a set of tools behind him, "Dad, I..."

"Hungry and hungry? It’s so late." Unexpectedly, Mo Hongqi suddenly said this: "I just got some food myself and eat it together."

Mo Xiaofei nodded subconsciously.

The lights in the father's studio are still on, maybe in order to catch the customer's carvings, so I am working tonight? The father and son sat down on the table at this time. Because Mo Hongqi was inconvenient to move, the food was quite simple. It was just some green onion noodles, accompanied by a little sauce.

"You didn't close the window at night, I don't know where the wild cats came in." Mo Hongqiu ate the noodles and whispered, "I didn't respond when I called you."

Mo Xiaofei lowered his head and said: "The wild cat..."

"When you go in, you may be shocked. Jump out." Mo Hongqi looked at Mo Xiaofei and smiled softly.

The father and the son always have a faint majesty. Mo Xiaofei suddenly dare not face his father. He is uneasy: "Dad, I... I am fine, I have not done anything."

In this tone, Mo Xiaofei feels unconvinced... He does not know how to confess to his father.

"Hurry to eat, then clean up and go to sleep. Don't wake your mother." Mo Hongqi whispered: "Going to school tomorrow, don't delay the spirit."

Mo Xiaofei did not know why his nose was sour, and he blurted out and said: "Dad, actually, I am at night..."

Unexpectedly, Mo’s father shook his head at this moment and suddenly said: “Today’s school teacher called and said that it was not safe recently, so that parents can watch it well. I guess it should be a murder case two days ago. I said that a few students died, it should still be your school."

Mo father looked at his child and saw his gaze seem to be shrinking. "You are very sensible when you are young. If there is anything you can't solve, you can talk to me or your mother. It doesn't necessarily matter what men do." Things have to be picked up by themselves. Also, no matter what you do, you must pay attention to safety."

"I... I won't go out quietly again." Mo Xiaofei lowered his head.

Mo Hongqi whispered: "Hurry up."

Mo Xiaofei nodded. Soon after I finished eating things, I went back to the room and lay in bed, but it was difficult to sleep.

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Hey~

It’s not the cat’s party’s boss, Luo, who is watching the black little wild cat that is selling at his own feet. He kneels down and reaches for a tease on his neck. Then he pulls out a small package of milk biscuits and takes out a piece. On the ground.

He touched the kitten's hair and looked at the room that was still lit with faint light, acting as a studio, quietly.

How will Mo Xiaofei choose the next road?

The club’s shackles have a feeling of deja vu—just as if they suddenly acquired magical power.

Different people, the same experience, what will be chosen.

"It will be waiting."

Luo Qiu sprinkled a biscuit and looked at the kitten's squatting appearance. Suddenly whispered: "There is a bigger problem in front."

Standing up, Luo boss finally pointed at the kitten: "Let's find a host, because you don't know when the accident will happen to you."

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Taking a deep breath, Mo Xiaofei walked into the hospital.

It should be this hospital... the man who was sent over last night.

Robbery is not a crime of death. Mo Xiaofei did not think that this would be the end. He comforted himself, but he was always restless, so when he was out of school at noon, he came.

"The one last night should be in the intensive care unit... Who are you from?"

In the face of the nurse's inquiry, Mo Xiaofei suddenly said: "Your things are gone."

The nurse girl at the front desk glanced down and looked down subconsciously. The cup on the counter fell to the ground and broke. The nurse girl screamed, and when she came back, she had disappeared from Mo Xiaofei.

That corridor.

Two nurses walked by the car and talked... it was going to the ward.

"It’s terrible. My mother is still waiting for surgery to save her life. Turning her head, even her father is lying down."

"Oh, it seems that it is the money that can't be raised for surgery, and it is dangerous to go to the robbery... I didn't expect it."

"This little girl is too strong, obviously so uneasy..."

Mo Xiaofei trembled and looked subconsciously into the ward... For the first time, he clearly saw the figure that could not be seen clearly.

For the first time, he could not see the strength of her past from her body.

Looking at the girl who was sitting next to the bed, her eyes were red but she couldn’t resist tears and her face was pale. Mo Xiaofei retreated and retreated.

He reached the seat in the hallway and sat down physically. He felt his body trembled as if it were difficult to breathe.

The body also seems to be hollowed out.

"Rosie...why...is you..."

Mo Xiaofei grabbed his hair and saw red in front of him. It seemed to be in a whirlpool... repairing the garage, disposing of the factory, last night's alley, those who were suspended in the 'prison' 'They.

He lowered his head and saw a drop of blood dripping on the floor.

One drop and one drop.

It was the blood that flowed from his nose. Mo Xiaofei touched it in panic, wiped it... and wiped out a pair of blood-stained hands.

‘The wicked are grinding more...it’s not good...’

‘What a miserable little girl, my mother is still waiting for help...’

‘I beg you, let me go... let me go, I don’t dare, don’t hit me, don’t hit me...’

‘What a miserable little girl...’

‘The wicked are grinding more...it’s not good...’

‘What a miserable little girl...’

‘The wicked are grinding more...it’s not good...’

‘What a miserable little girl...’

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