Trafford’s Trading Club

Both Ma Houde and Ye Yan's expressions became extremely solemn.

From last night to now, the two of them have not closed their eyes for more than five minutes, even though Kingkong has been imprisoned.

But Yu Hua died.

The people who rushed to the old Chinese medicine doctor took one look at the scene and couldn't help but break into a cold sweat!

Yu Hua's death was really shocking!

His whole body fell into a pool of thick, almost black blood. Most of the muscles on the body were bursting open, and no part of the whole person seemed to be intact... The real bloody mess was probably the situation at the scene.

and cracks in the floor.

After opening Yu Hua's body, Ye Yan looked at everything here in silence. He frowned, "These damages should have been caused by Yu Hua..."

Ma Shir also frowned and said: "What kind of torture is needed to torture a person into this state..."

Ma Houde looked at the pale old Chinese medicine doctor behind him, "You really didn't see anything? In this way, you can't hear a single sound?"

The old Chinese medicine doctor shook his head, with a palpitating look on his face, "Mr. Ma, how could I lie to you? From the time you were on duty to now, you have been here to see sprains and sprains for decades. Who am I? You Still unclear? I saw this situation as soon as I woke up and contacted you right away!"

"This..." Mahoude took a deep breath. The air was filled with an unpleasant smell of blood, just like the smell in sewers filled with dead fish carcasses. It was fishy and smelly!

"Could he be from Michael Club?" He had to look at his old partner Ye Yan and asked the first thought in his mind.

Ye Yan shook his head and sighed: "Whether it is true or not, in short, Yu Hua's clue is broken... Furthermore, he is only a person on the buyer's side, and he shouldn't know much about Michael Club. .The key is kingkong.”

Mahoude nodded and said: "I will have people watch this guy 24 hours a day. He can't even commit suicide! I don't believe that guy from the Michael Club has the guts to rush into the bureau!"

With that said, Ma Shir patted Ye Yan on the shoulder and said: "Brother, don't worry, I will send more manpower. As long as the lady is still here, I will definitely help you find it... In addition, there are That batch!”

Ye Yan patted Ma Houde's hand on his shoulder and smiled reluctantly. He took a long breath and looked at the sky outside the window, "It's dawn."

"Should I take you back to the Peace Hotel to rest?" Mahoude thought for a while and asked.

Ye Yan shook his head, "No, I want to be alone... If there is news about Kingkong, please inform me and keep in touch."

"You won't suddenly disappear again this time, right?" Ma Houde said seriously.

"It's okay. You can go and report to your tigress that she is safe." Ye Yan smiled slightly, shook the black windbreaker on his body, and walked out of the door.

…

…

After washing his face first, Luo Qiu looked at himself in the mirror... The feeling he had in the Chinese medicine shop not long ago had slowly faded from his heart.

Yu Hua let his emotions suddenly break through his usual calmness, and after he completed the transaction, it was like an oil lamp burning out.

He quickly returned to his room and sat in front of his desk.

There are two letters here... these were written by jes privately before. Of course, at her request, the contents of these two letters were invalidated.

But invalidation does not mean that it cannot be opened and viewed. Moreover, the agreed time has passed, am, 7:01.

Luo Qiu tore open the first letter.

"There is an island in the Pacific Ocean, which is the 'paradise' of Michael Hall. There are many people living there, children, adults... believers. So, please liberate those people on this island. If my If the soul is not enough, at least rescue my mother and let her break away from the faith of Michael Lodge so that she can start a new life and forget my existence."

Not much content.

But this is already what Jes Private A wants to get from the club after considering the failure of his action.

Luo Qiu took the letter and placed it on top of the trash can next to it. With Jess already knowing that her mother was just a scam, this letter has no value in existence.

It burned in the air, and the ashes slowly scattered in the small trash can.

Luo Qiu closed his eyes, placed his palm on the second letter, and did not open it immediately.

…

There was no way this kind of lock could stop Ye Yan.

The moment he opened the door, he suddenly remembered the scene where Jess A handed her gun to him not long ago. He let out a long breath and ran his fingers through the furniture in this unit.

He sat on the sofa and closed his eyes... It was as if Jess A was sitting next to him, as if she was concentrating on eavesdropping at Luo Qiu's house downstairs. The sound collected by the device.

Ye Yan covered his ears with his hands and tilted his head slightly.

He thought that Jes' private a should be like this.

Suddenly, Ye Yan pinched his fingers and put them gently to his lips. He imagined the recording pen he was holding in his hand. He imagined what Jes would say if she was secretly a.

"I...came here, to Ye Yan's hometown...?"

Ye Yan put down his hand and showed a smile that was neither happy nor sad, even he didn't know... probably a smile.

He looked around the room casually, but suddenly he saw a black box placed under the coffee table on the sofa.

Ye Yan subconsciously took out the box. He touched the leather of the box... It was a suitcase shape that he was very familiar with.

Ye Yan opened it.

A saxophone, a letter, a USB flash drive.

It was a two-page envelope.

…

"To Ye Yan:"

"I know that you will come here again, and it will probably be very soon. I know that you should also be very confused about who I am."

"I have always been a member of the Michael Club. Since I was a child, I have grown up under the cultivation of the organization."

"Yes, I have always believed in my heart that Michael Hall is the object of my lifelong faith. Until, until I met you."

"I even remember, three years ago, when I was at the airport, the first time I found you among the crowd. With a beard all over your face, you looked like a drunk who hadn't woken up. Also, the look in your eyes Melancholy.”

"It's been three years, can't you smile happily?"

"I know that there is always a person in your heart. And maybe I will never be able to be that person in this life."

"But these three years, the twenty-five years that have been completely blank in my life, have been filled with you."

"I'm afraid I'm the kind of person you hate the most. Because you can't imagine how many things I did that went against your values ​​during the time I was lurking in the Interpol, and how many innocent people I let fall into this trap. In the whirlpool of misfortune. You can’t even imagine how many things I have done for my so-called faith before that that seem unbelievable now.”

"I am a demon. And now that demon will become an Avenger."

"The information in this USB flash drive is all the information that I know about the spies arranged by the organization at the headquarters, their criminal evidence, and the information that framed you. These are enough for you to prove your innocence and allow you to Get a decent amount of credit.”

"Remember? Three years ago, you gave me a piece of credit. I think the words you said back then are also applicable now. It's just that the person speaking has become me."

"Ye Yan, please don't look for me."

"Finally, can you play the saxophone for me?"

Ye Yan closed his eyes and breathed out slowly: "jes private..."

…

Luo Qiu tore open the second letter.

"If I fail and die, if Michael Club also punishes my mother and dies in anger, please let Ye Yan live happily in this life. And forget me."

Luo Qiu did not burn it.

He just carefully folded the letter paper and slowly put it into the envelope again.

When the familiar sound of the saxophone faintly came from upstairs, Luo Qiu locked the letter on his hand into the drawer. He closed his eyes.

He placed his hands in front of him, imagining that he was holding a saxophone, and his fingers bounced along with the sound and rhythm.

That's the fingering for this piece.

Upstairs, Ye Yan picked up the saxophone left by Jesus privately and stood in the quiet living room. The dim light of the morning made the place as lazy and dim as a stage.

He played slowly: "yesterday/one/touchre".

…

She stood on the roof of the building, looking at the rising sun.

She covered her left ear with one hand, feeling the breeze and listening to the sounds coming from the small earphones.

The breeze lifted her hair and blew away her longing.

A tear fell.

"Thank you..." (To be continued.)