Trafford’s Trading Club

But in the end, Ma Houde felt that the things mentioned in a book thirty years ago were too mysterious to be compared with the current case, not to mention the fact that the author was already dead.

So Ma shook his head, "But the thing happened here, not abroad, didn't it? I said Lao Qin, otherwise, let's put down this so-called hypothesis first, and see if you can give me any clues?"

"Some footprints were found at the scene." Lao Qin probably felt that what he said was a bit illogical, so he did not insist: "After excluding the police and the reporter, there was only one group of strangers. Judging from the depth of the footprints, It should be a relatively thin person. It may be a man of short stature, or it may be a woman."

"Could it be left behind by the murderer?" Mahoude frowned.

Lao Qin shook his head and said: "Not necessarily, it is also possible that the person who reported the crime was not the first to find out. Who else came before him, but did not choose to report the crime... But?"

"But what?"

"Generally, if you are in a panic, the footprints will not look like this..." Lao Qin tilted his head and said strangely: "It looks so calm, as if he was leaving slowly."

"Hmm... didn't you say there were other wounds on the deceased's body? What's going on?"

"They are all wounds from animals." Old Qin frowned again and said, "There are cats and dogs...it's very messy."

"Can small animals eat people?" Ma Houde was stunned... He felt that this murder case was becoming more and more confusing.

In the end, Ma Ye didn't get any important and useful information. He left Lao Qin's office scratching his head and returned to his department with a cigarette in his mouth.

Recently, Ma has been very free and has regained his former dignity.

As for why?

Of course it's because the young 'super detective' from the provincial bureau doesn't know what he's been doing these days. He hasn't been here to stay for a long time, and he's so mysterious that he doesn't know what he's doing.

The only thing Mahoud knew was that he hadn't left the city yet.

"Ah... so annoying!" Ma Houde finished smoking a cigarette and still had no clue. He muttered: "Should we clear up the mine first?"

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Hong Guan was washing his wife's clothes in the ward. Jin Ziyao's due date of giving birth was coming soon, which happened in the past two weeks.

Naturally, the uncle from the car repair shop would not tie Hong Guan to work at this time. Instead, he generously allowed Hong Guan to take a vacation and keep his salary.

"Hong Guan, someone is looking for you!"

Hong Guan, who was in the bathroom, heard his wife's words, put down his things and walked out. Someone did come here.

A courier... old man? An old man with an afro? ? So avant-garde?

He took a look at his wife's expression, and she was probably shocked by the man's forwardness, so he kept glancing at her secretly.

"This... this uncle, do you want to deliver a courier?" Hong Guan asked in surprise.

"Can't I deliver express?" The old courier glared at him and tugged on the mark on his chest, "Water meter express, haven't you heard of it?"

"Really not..." Hong Guan shook his head, and then said: "But, I didn't buy anything?"

But the old man with the afro seemed to be very impatient. He put the things down and asked Hong Guan to sign them, and then left quickly without saying a word.

"What is this?" Jin Ziyao asked curiously.

Hong Guan shook his head and opened the package. It was actually something like a briefcase, and it was so thin that it didn't look like it could hold anything inside.

Hong Guan took out a small envelope from it. After opening it, Hong Guan suddenly looked at his wife and said in surprise: "This is the ticket, from the TV station..."

And it was also a ticket for the upcoming show "Singer"... Hong Guan frowned. Apart from Cheng Yiran, he really couldn't think of anyone else who would give him such a thing.

But... why should it be sent?

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"There are quite a lot of people."

Luo Qiu looked at the endless flow of people, all of whom were waiting to enter. Of course, how many of them were arranged in advance to shed tears in front of the camera, and how many of them were chosen by lucky draw...

Boss Luo is naturally not someone who is idle and wastes his life in boredom to buy this kind of useless information.

This is the studio where the "Singer" program was recorded. As for why the club owner and the maid lady can come?

Rather, there is nowhere in this world that these two cannot go.

"After all, there are eight hundred public judges." Youye also looked at the scene for a while, and then reminded him very dutifully: "Master, Miss Ren and Miss Lizi are also here, over there."

Luo Qiu glanced at it casually, "It's just the media people here, don't worry... let's go in."

The boss took his maid and walked calmly in front of the on-site staff. Before he officially entered the venue, he had already arrived at the first row in front of the stage and found a seat at the end. Come down.

Some people will know that someone is sitting here, but no one will know who is sitting here... No one will remember it later, and even the impression will be naturally lost.

The boss suddenly reduced his and Youye's presence to almost zero.

"Speaking of which, I've never seen you using a mobile phone?" Luo Qiu took out his mobile phone and put it on silent mode.

Even though his sense of existence has almost disappeared, he will still subconsciously do some ordinary people's actions, even if this action seems so redundant.

Luo Qiu will also notice these actions of his. The explanation he gave himself was rough. Subconsciously, he was still holding on to the part of him that was a human being.

But there doesn't seem to be anything bad about it.

"Youye doesn't have this need." The maid smiled and said: "I can hear the master's call immediately, so there is no need for such a thing."

Will it be lonely?

Luo Qiu suddenly thought of this thought.

He would think of You Ye sitting alone in the club.

The lights had been dimmed or even extinguished, but she sat there quietly, upright, with her hands folded on her legs, closing her eyes... just waiting for someone to come and open her eyes again.

The ancient clock on the wall was ringing time and time again.

Beating, time that meant nothing to her.

"In the earliest times, humans didn't need this kind of thing." Luo Qiu looked at his mobile phone and said: "Conversing face to face, eye to eye, holding hands, or sitting at the same table, we are always closer than ever. "

"But distance requires it." You Ye responded: "This can be regarded as human progress."

"But there is some distance..." Luo Qiu looked at the stage and said calmly: "It's not necessarily possible that such a thing will disappear after it exists."

But when he said this, Luo Qiu suddenly shook his head, pointed to the center of the stage and said: "It hasn't started yet, but since you are here, let me take a photo for you."

The boss turned his palm over, and the ancient out-of-print Hasselblad 500 naturally appeared on his palm.

Luo Qiu took You Ye's hand and came to the center of the stage. He smiled and said, "For now, you belong here, okay?"

The stage lights suddenly came on.

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"Hey, that's weird, who turned on the stage lights?"

When Zhong Luochen was walking in the corridor, he heard the sound of a staff member rushing past. Of course, he didn't pay any attention to it.

Accompanied by Cheng Yun, he just walked into the rather special viewing room. Below the recording studio were public seats. There were also first-class seats reserved for the judging panel, but naturally there were also condescending positions similar to VIP seats.

Chengyun didn't expect that the second young master would actually plan to attend such an occasion... After learning of Zhong Luochen's request, he quickly made arrangements. As for the reason, if the master doesn’t tell me, he will naturally not ask any more questions.

This is the quality of an excellent follower.

Of course, strictly speaking, the director of this TV station is also a member of the Second Young Master's family faction. It is naturally easy to arrange such a place.

"Second Young Master, please wait here. I'll get you something to drink and see how Cheng Yiran is preparing. Then I'll wait for Miss Zhang at the door and bring her over."

"Go." Zhong Luochen nodded.

He sat down by himself and did not open the curtain in front of him. He just quietly closed his eyes and meditated. Naturally, he had no interest in this kind of competition.

He just wanted to see what Cheng Yiran could do...whether he could make the 800 spectators intoxicated tonight just like he did at Kamp; that day.

"If there really is this kind of...magical 'magic'." Zhong Luochen chuckled to himself: "It's really worth investing in."

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Outside the TV station, Hong Guan held the ticket in his hand and looked hesitant...not sure whether he should go in or not.

He still has Cheng Yiran's phone number.

However, he hasn't played in a long time.

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