Trafford’s Trading Club

Strictly speaking, Luo Qiu is not an orphan because he has legal guardians and relatives.

That is the continuation of the father, or to put it simply, the stepmother.

She is indeed a stepmother...

However, similar topics did not appear in Luo Qiu's mouth or life.

Because looking at the woman who would work hard for him day and night, who seemed to want to give her maternal love to him no matter what, Luo Qiu still agreed.

Of course, if it weren't for the owner of the name added to the household registration book, this woman who had her own legal 'mother', who was in the best years of a woman's life, Luo Qiu felt that he might be more willing to call out 'Mom' '.

People are creatures who get used to or avoid sadness, and they also get used to the people around them.

In theory, no one should want to be alone.

"But why do I long for it?"

Luo Qiu wrote the word "going out" on a sticky note, then stuck it on the refrigerator door, and went out before the weather got hot.

On weekends, there were no classes at the university, so he just wanted to be alone and quiet, that's all.

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The streets in the morning have become lively.

Probably because it was the weekend and I rushed out early.

The father and his daughter plan to go on a trip, and the old woman holds hands and walks along the river bank. Some people plan to go for exercise on the weekend to feel the vitality of life, and some people start their day's livelihood.

Various people appeared in Luo Qiu's sight and then disappeared, just like actors on the stage of the Grand Opera House, as if they were born to be the best actors to play their roles.

Luo Qiu is used to observing but not speaking. He wants to find out what people are thinking but is unwilling to have excessive contact with others.

What is it?

The belated period of tangled conflicts in youth?

I just wanted to be alone... The neighborhood started to become lively. Luo Qiu shook his head and walked towards the shopping pedestrian street that should not have officially opened yet.

It should be relatively quiet now. Maybe you can find one or two pedestrians and take a good look at it, right?

Plugging in the headphones on his phone and listening to not-so-popular songs, Luo Qiu unknowingly walked into the pedestrian street.

Just as he expected, there were no open shops here, or there were mostly half-open shops. Occasionally, there were some that were open, and they were just one or two selling breakfast bread and so on.

Luo Qiu bought two steamed buns and sat up on a bench at the edge of the street... No one seemed to be paying attention to him, even though he looked so weird alone.

——‘Trafford Buyers Club’——

With such a name, Luo Qiu suddenly entered Luo Qiu's sight.

Although it's not to the extent that he can remember everything around him, if it's a store with such a weird name, he should have some impressions, right?

The signboard looks like it is pieced together after dividing the characters one by one. The entire facade is made of wood. On the left is an oil lamp that looks very European-style. On the other side, there is a relatively clear window.

He could barely see some small furnishings in the display window, which attracted Luo Qiu to walk in.

There are gorgeously dressed dolls, a small pendulum clock that seems to have stopped spinning, artwork that resembles grizzly bear paws, and a tattered but particularly attractive bucket hat.

"Guest, do you need to come in and take a look?"

Just as Luo Qiu stopped at the display window to observe these strange decorations, a voice suddenly appeared beside him.

She was an unusually pale girl who seemed to be in the same grade as him.

Black and white, the eternal tones of Gothic maid costumes, make the overall look of a woman with morbid beauty. But Luo Qiu didn't have more time to pay attention to these.

What he was looking at was the other party's sapphire blue eyes, which were really charming. They were like gems, gems with strange magical power.

It's like a whirlpool.

When Luo Qiu realized it, he had already walked into this strange club. He couldn't even figure out how he walked in.

It's like the scene in a movie that suddenly switches.

"Guest, please have some tea."

The girl with sapphire eyes, slender figure, and a gothic maid uniform that was not uncommon in this era presented Luo Qiu with a cup of scented tea.

"Roselle can make guests feel at ease. Only when people feel at ease can they think of what they need."

"Oh...you're the only one in this shop?"

He really couldn't think of what to say, but since he had walked in inexplicably, Luo Qiu simply accepted the situation and just watched without consuming, which was not a particularly uncommon thing.

But this strange shop gave Luo Qiu a different curiosity than before.

Although he walked in, he still didn't know what was being run here.

"No, Master, I will come out to discuss with you soon." The girl smiled slightly and walked into the inner hall.

Owner? Is the boss interesting?

Koko…

Shaking his head, Luo Qiu began to look at everything here.

It seems to have continued the style of the display windows outside. They are all strange and should not match at all, but they don't feel awkward when placed like this. Instead, they look mysterious.

The place where the shop is used to entertain guests is like those Western divination houses that Luo Qiu has seen. The overall tone is dim, and the lighting used is not even an incandescent lamp, but a white lamp well inserted on the candlestick. Long candle.

It seems that the boss really put a lot of thought into this.

The waiting time was somewhat longer than Luo Qiu expected, but his curiosity made him wait. But his attention has been attracted by the things on the display cabinet next to him.

They were two beads fixed up and down with brackets, crimson red, like some kind of gemstone, and then covered in a delicate glass container.

For some reason, Luo Qiu imagined them as the moon in the night sky. But thinking about how two moons appeared in the sky and were still crimson, Luo Qiu couldn't help but smile.

“Do you like this pair of ‘Crimson Moon’?”

Finally, I heard another voice besides the girl. It seemed that it was the so-called boss who had been refusing to come out.

Luo Qiu turned around and saw a very neatly dressed, well-dressed middle-aged man—to be precise, he should be a foreign middle-aged man.

Unlike the maid clerk, his eyes were cloudy gray... and he seemed to be unusually fluent in the language here. If you didn't look at the person, you wouldn't be able to guess that he was a foreigner, right?

In addition, the fact that he is a very handsome uncle is also very eye-catching...

"I'm just taking a look." Luo Qiu replied subconsciously.

The boss, like the maid clerk, gave Luo Qiu a mysterious color.

At this time, the boss smiled slightly, walked to the display cabinet, and gently took out the glass container.

He looked at Luo Qiu and said: "This 'Crimson Moon' is something only a tribe living in the ancient Latin American continent can possess. Once the tribesmen of this tribe experience sadness or anger that they cannot bear, Or when you are happy, your eyeballs will change into this beautiful crimson color. And, under the night moon, they will also release a wonderful brilliance. Of course, this tribe has become extinct... Extinct because of these beautiful eyeballs . This may be the only 'Crimson Moon' handed down in the world."

Is this an eyeball?

Luo Qiu was stunned, feeling that he was listening to a very nonsense story. What was even more nonsense was that he actually listened to it all.

But feeling that the boss's way of appearing was a bit special, Luo Qiu asked instead: "Since it is such a precious thing, boss, how much do you plan to sell it for?"

The boss chuckled and said: "This requires you, the customer, to set the price yourself. Because this is a buyer's club... So, if you want to get this pair of 'Crimson Moon', please bring out what the customer thinks is suitable. In addition, One thing, we don’t accept any form of currency.”

So... this is a strange Shen Jing Bing shop opened by Shen Jing Bing's boss?

"Don't you like it?"

The boss didn't seem to be disappointed. He put the things away and enthusiastically pulled Luo Qiu to sit down again. "Then let's talk about what you want to buy, guest."

"What do you want to buy..." Luo Qiu said amusedly: "I don't even know what is being sold here."

Shaking his head, Luo Qiu stood up and said, "I'm sorry, I don't think there's anything I want to buy... Of course, this store is very special. I'll probably come and see it again if I have time."

"You can buy anything, as long as you are willing, you can buy anything... Of course, you need the customer to pay enough price. So... what do you want, the customer?"

The boss just sat quietly, looking at Luo Qiu silently with extraordinary confidence and a smile.

Today seems less boring than usual.

Luo Qiu looked into his boss's eyes and felt lost for a while.

What exactly do you want?

Luo Qiu thought about this problem subconsciously... The surroundings became quiet, so quiet that Luo Qiu felt at ease.

Here... it's like it has become another world. You can see the pedestrians outside... but the pedestrians outside never seem to notice its existence.

Just watching, watching, watching alone...

"This place...I want, this place."

Luo Qiu slowly expressed his thoughts at this time.

Of course, just for a moment, he seemed to wake up and felt that everything here was strange, and he suddenly broke into a cold sweat.

The boss's expression suddenly became strange. He seemed to be happy, seemed to be looking forward to it, but more importantly... he was impatient.

"Dear guest, one of the rules of the 'Trafford Buyers Club' is that when you say what you want, then the transaction enters the process. If you do not say what you want to pay, then I will Come and set the price. So...as you wish. I will sell you the 'Trafford Buyers Club' and use your freedom as the transaction price..."

The world seemed to be completely turned upside down, and everything was swallowed up by darkness.

In front of Luo Qiu, an ancient sheepskin scroll slowly unfolded. He could not even see clearly the words on the sheepskin scroll, but he saw his name starting to appear on it bit by bit.

Then, it was burning.

Burn quickly.

Darkness consumed him.