Trafford’s Trading Club

Romania.

The sunset and the sea of ​​flowers, the old castle is still quiet, perhaps even quieter than before - having completed the procedures for this country, inherited this old castle and everything in this family, the super lucky man in the eyes of the outside world, Os Meng thought so.

The fact that members of the Ceausescu family, especially the younger generation, were almost extinct seems to have become a buried secret.

There was no arrival of the police, no prying eyes from the bad guys, everything was like a script that had already been written.

He acted as the protagonist of this script, inherited the entire Ceausescu family, and then... became a puppet called the Black Order.

A puppet indeed.

Although he has a lot of freedom in life, these freedoms can only be enjoyed by continuously serving this mysterious order.

Inherit the Ceausescu family? Osmond knew that he was just a tool used by the Black Order to control the family's huge wealth.

Looking from the upper terrace of the east wing of the castle to the place in the middle of the maze of flowers in the atrium...the ancient well where everything happened, Osmond couldn't help but frown.

This is no longer what the ancient well looked like.

During this period of time, under the command of Lamias, it had turned into a huge box made of a large number of welded steel plates - he didn't know what his sister, the fraternal twin sister, was doing every day. What is being done in the secret room under this ancient well.

Only...the whispers of the devil in that strange sarcophagus gradually became clearer in his ears day by day.

"Mr. Osmond, today's documents."

The person who knocked on the door was a tall, light-skinned Indian woman. Sonam...a woman who represented the Black Order - or was appointed to assist him in handling the affairs of the Ceausescu family.

It is undeniable that...the first time he saw this capable Indian woman, Osmond felt a heartbeat.

"Somna, do you know what my sister, Lamias, is doing there?" Osmond suddenly asked - even if he inherited this huge wealth, even if he looks extremely beautiful on the outside, Yet he instinctively resisted the feeling of being manipulated.

"That should be the case. It would be more appropriate for you to ask Miss Ramias in person." Somna, who appeared like a secretary in a black skirt suit and high heels, avoided the question easily.

If you ask her... she will tell you, and you won't ask here. Osmond muttered secretly.

To be honest, he didn't want to be alone with the woman who was wearing a nun's outfit but seemed to have a violent and bloody beast hidden inside her. Even if this woman definitely showed that she had only been born a few minutes before him.

"Bring the documents, it's just a signature anyway."

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Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sarcophagus was constantly vibrating, and the sound was also coming from the sarcophagus, as if the contents inside would burst out of the coffin at any time.

At this time, there were seven priests in black surrounding the sarcophagus. They held silver crosses in their hands and kept chanting.

"Depending on the situation, we need to send at least twice as many people to suppress the impaler's left hand."

Sister Lamias, who looked a little solemn, was currently using a satellite phone to communicate with the management of the monastery in a distant place.

The male voice on the other side of the phone was calm and slow.

"Didn't it mean that the Ceausescu family would successfully complete the seal every night when succession changes?"

"There may be some things that Jonathan didn't reveal back then." Lamias frowned and said: "The only thing I know here is what he once told my mother. When the heir was established in the secret room , the seal will last - even Osmond, I let him participate in the end."

"In any case, the impaler's left hand cannot be allowed to break the seal so easily for the time being. Developments are so advanced now, I don't believe that our current technology can't compare to the ancient seals from hundreds of years ago. Lamyas, you Come back first, the sect has a new task for you to perform, the seal of the castle, I will send someone else to follow up."

Lamias, who didn't say anything and simply responded, closed the communication, walked out of the secret room, and returned to the ground.

At this time, a helicopter landed on the lawn in the distance, and a man in a suit came down with a black suitcase. Lamias stepped forward, and the man opened the suitcase in his hand, "It has been rebuilt as per your request."

Lamias nodded and reached out to pick up a Zanxin ten-bomb revolver placed in the suitcase.

Not long ago, she lost her usual one in this place, and she has not found it yet - this is really weird!

The gun-wielding nun squinted her eyes and aimed the new weapon at the crown of an oak tree in the distance - don't let me know who stole my big gun!

Bang——!

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Haha——!

Sneeze!

Although it wasn't very loud, it at least frightened Zhang Qingrui, who was concentrating on his work, and the small piece of clay in his hand seemed to be hanging in the air without falling.

She couldn't help but look at Luo Qiu, who was sitting on the other side of the workbench, and found that he was also rubbing her nose.

"Have you caught a cold?"

Luo Qiu shook his head.

If he is still sick now, it would be too low for him as the leader of the club. "It should be dirt."

The brush kept sweeping the dirt attached to the bones, and it was indeed easy for the dirt to become naughty and hit the nose. Zhang Qingrui nodded, lowered his head and began to wipe the piece on his hand.

Because the skeleton has obviously had a long history, it has become extremely fragile. Each piece needs to be very careful to prevent it from being damaged - and this professional duo is jokingly said to be chosen only when the head is lowered. I am a student and basically a novice, so my work is very slow.

It had been several days, and it was only about half of the progress - but what these bones were before they shattered could already be observed.

"These should be...female skeletons."

Zhang Qingrui did not raise his head while sweeping the bones, but suddenly said something.

"Looking at the structure of the pelvic bone, it should be so." Luo Qiu agreed.

Zhang Qinrui suddenly stopped, looked up at Luo Qiu again, and asked curiously: "Luo Qiu, aren't you curious?"

"??"

"Where did Professor Qin Fang dig out this skeleton? Logically speaking, if such a thing is unearthed, it would usually be built on the same spot and then excavated. But this is something, Um...just pack it up and bring it back?"

"so?"

"Aren't you curious?" Zhang Qingrui looked at Luo Qiu in astonishment and said, "This is obviously not the skeleton of a primitive man. Paleontology is more about exploring the evolution of living things, right? What if this is just the skeleton of an ancient man? , Logically speaking, there is no reason for the professor to transport it all the way back."

There is something strange about this skeleton, Luo Qiu thought to himself. But he didn't intend to discuss or study this issue with Zhang Qingrui.

But at this moment, Miss Zhang across from the workbench suddenly stood up.

Her face was expressionless, her eyes were blank, she didn't say a word, but she walked towards the door, but her hands were lightly clasped around her waist, and she walked with slender steps, like a weak willow supporting the wind... as if she was a different person.

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PS1: I didn’t see the helmsman of ‘龏傂’ last night, so this chapter was added for ‘鏏傂’ (1/2).

PS2: Don’t forget to vote =. =