Trafford's Trading Club

"I found some footprints on the spot." Old Qin probably also thought it was illogical, so he said, "Excluding the police and reporters, there’s a set of strange footprints. According to its depth, it should be a relatively thin person, a short man or woman."

"Left by the murderer?" Ma Houde frowned.

Old Qin shook his head, "Not sure, it is also possible that the report is not the first one. Someone else came before him but did not report it... But...?"

"But what?"

"Generally speaking, the footprints will not be so..." Old Qin put his head on one side and confusedly said, "So calm, as if the person slowly walked away."

"Well... You’ve said there are other wounds on the deceased? What’s going on? "

"There are all animal wounds." Old Qin frowned, "From cats and dogs... It’s mixed."

"Small animals that eat humans?" Ma Houde was stunned... He felt this murder case become even more complicated.

Officer Ma obtained no important and useful information in the end. He scratched his head and left old Qin’s office. Then, he went back to his own office with a cigarette.

Recently, Officer Ma was very free and he was back to his old style again.

Why?

Of course it was because the young detective of the Provincial Bureau hadn’t come here for a long time and no one knew what he was doing.

The only thing Ma Houde knew was that the murderer hadn’t left the city yet.

"Ah... So annoying!" Ma Houde still had no clue after he finished the smoke, he. Suddenly he murmured, "Let’s have a game of minesweeper first."

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...

Hong Guan was cleaning his wife’s clothes in the ward--- Jin Ziyao’s due date was in two weeks.

Naturally, the old uncle of the garage would not let Hong Guan work at this time, he generously gave him a vacation and paid him as usual.

"Hong Guan, someone is looking for you!"

Hong Guan stopped washing and went out of the bathroom upon hearing his wife’s words--- a man was really here.

A delivery... old man? With an afro? How fashionable!

He looked at his wife, who was glancing at this old fashionable man--- She was probably also shocked.

"Excuse... excuse me, you are sending packages? " Hong Guan asked in surprise.

"Can’t I send packages?" The old delivery man stared at him and pointed to the sign on his chest. "Water Meter Express, don’t you know that?"

"Not really..." Hong Guan shook his head and said, "But I didn’t buy anything."

The old man seemed very impatient, he put down the thing and quickly left without saying anything after Hong Guan signed it.

"What’s this?" Jin Ziyao curiously asked.

Hong Guan shook his head, opening the package--- It was a thin briefcase or something like that. It didn’t seem like it could hold anything.

Hong Guan took out a small envelope after opening it. He suddenly looked at his wife and surprisingly said, "It’s a ticket from the TV station..."

It was an admission ticket for the program ’Singer’... Hong Guan frowned, he couldn’t imagine who would give him this except Cheng Yiran.

But... Why?

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...

"So many people."

Luo Qiu looked at so many people who were waiting for admission. However, he didn’t know how many of them were arranged early to shed tears in front of the camera, and how many were chosen by good luck...

Of course, boss Luo was not such a bore to waste time buying such useless information.

This was the Singer studio--- but how did the club boss and Miss Maid come in?

It was better to ask if there was a place in this world where they could not go.

"After all, there are eight hundred public judges." You Ye looked at the scene and very conscientiously reminded, "Master, Miss Ren and Miss Lizi also came, they are over there."

Luo Qiu took a glance of them, "Just reporters, ignore them... Let’s go inside. "

Boss Luo calmly walked through the staff at the scene with his maid and sat down at the aisle by the front row of the stage before entry time.

People may have known someone was sitting here, but no one knew who he was... After this, no one would have any impression on him anyway.

The boss suddenly reduced his presence and You Ye’s down to a minimum.

"Strictly speaking, I have never seen you use a cell phone." Luo Qiu took out his phone and put it on silent mode.

Even though his presence had almost disappeared, he would still subconsciously act like ordinary people--- even if these acts seemed to be superfluous.

Luo Qiu also paid attention to his actions. His own explanation to this was that, presumably, he subconsciously believed he was still one part human.

But there seemed to be nothing wrong.

"You Ye doesn’t need it." Miss Maid smiled, "I can hear Master’s call at the first instance, so it’s unnecessary."

Would she feel lonely?

Luo Qiu suddenly thought of this.

He remembered the picture of You Ye sitting alone in the club.

The lights were dimmed or even turned off, but she quietly and straightly sat there with her eyes closed and hands folded on her legs... just waiting for someone to come. Only then would she opened her eyes once again.

And the old pendulum clock by the wall swung one by one.

But the swinging sound was meaningless to her.

"During the earliest time, humans didn’t need this." Luo Qiu looked at his phone and said, "They communicated face-to-face, or hand in hand, or they just sat together, but they were closer than ever."

"But distance needs it." You Ye said, "This is the progress of human beings."

"But distance..." Luo Qiu looked at the stage and lightly said, "Would not disappear even we have such a thing."

While talking about this, Luo Qiu suddenly shook his head. He pointed to the middle of the stage, "The program hasn’t started yet, we’re here already. Let me take a picture for you."

The boss turned over his hand, and the old Hasselblad 500C suddenly appeared on his palm.

Luo Qiu took You Ye’s hand and came to the stage center, smiling, "For the time being, you belong to this place, OK?"

The lights of the stage suddenly lit up.

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...

"Well, how odd, who turned on the stage lights?"

When Zhong Luochen walked through the corridor, he heard this voice of a staff who was rushing through--- Actually he didn’t care about it.

Accompanied by Cheng Yun, he walked into a more special viewing room--- Among the public seats in the studio, there were first-class seats reserved for the judges--- and naturally there were VIP seats placed in a superior position.

Cheng Yun didn’t expect this second young master would attend such an occasion... Knowing Zhong Luochen’s request, he arranged for it in a hurry. As for the reason, he wouldn’t ask if the master didn’t say.

This was the manner of an excellent attendant.

Strictly speaking, the director of this TV station was also a man of his family, so it was easy for him to arrange for such a place.

"Second Young Master, please wait here. I’ll get you something to drink and take a look to see if Cheng Yiran is ready. Then I’ll go to the door to wait for Miss Zhang and bring her here."

"Go ahead." Zhong Luochen nodded.

He sat down, not pulling the front curtain open, but quietly closing his eyes--- Naturally, he was not interested in the competition.

He just wanted to see how far Cheng Yiran would go... this evening, would he let eight hundred people feel intoxicate like that day in K&C?

"If there is such a... ’magic power’." Zhong Luochen laughed and muttered, "It’s really worthy to be invested in."

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Outside the TV station, Hong Guan held the ticket with hesitant look... He didn’t know whether he should go inside.

He still had Cheng Yiran’s phone number.

However, he hadn’t called him in a long time.