Trafford’s Trading Club

Professor Qin Fang drove out earlier, saying he wanted to go back to the university to pick up something. In fact, only Luo Qiu and Zhang Qinrui were left in this old villa that had been built for decades.

Because they were both current students, the professor didn't seem to worry that the two students would do anything outrageous, and besides, the time between going back and forth only lasted a few hours.

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Seeing Zhang Qinrui's weird behavior at this time, Luo Qiu glanced thoughtfully at the bones that had been cleaned up on the workbench.

After the strangeness appeared on the first day of contact, the strangeness had disappeared when the next day came again. In the following days, I could no longer feel the songs, poems and lines released from the bones. Just a few words.

Zhang Qingrui had already opened the door and walked out. After Luo Qiu took one look, he remained silent and followed from behind.

He tried calling Zhang Qingrui's name from behind, but the other party seemed not to hear him, and just walked step by step, very carefully.

If she puts on a set of Hanfu, she will look like an ancient lady, right?

Zhang Qingrui finally stopped in front of a door under the stairs. She stood silently in front of the door, but did not go in. She just stood there strangely.

After a while, Luo Qiu frowned. He walked past Zhang Qingrui and glanced at her front.

She was staring...gazing behind the door.

Luo Qiu, who already had some suspicions in his mind, took a look at the location of the door - under the stairs... The image here looked like a storage room created by using the space under the stairs.

But he still stepped forward, put his hand on the door handle lock, and pulled it with a little force.

"It's locked."

Luo Qiu did not let go... The club owner frowned and heard a slight twisting sound from the door lock. When he pressed again, the door lock had already opened.

Luo Qiu opened the door next - but after opening it, he was stunned for a moment.

It wasn't a place he imagined would be used for other people's miscellaneous things - in fact, he hadn't seen the space inside yet. Because behind this door there is actually another door.

Luo Qiu subconsciously reached out and knocked on the door - it was a steel door.

As for the lock, it is an electronic lock.

Ordinary people would not set up such doors and locks at home - there is probably something valuable hidden here, or something that they don't want others to see.

Luo Qiu didn't like to explore other people's privacy unless necessary - of course, if he was a guest at the club, that would be a different situation.

Knowing that there might be something behind the metal door that the professor didn't want to expose, Luo Qiu felt that he could stop here.

He closed the first door again.

At this time, Zhang Qingrui still maintained that staring look on his face.

"I don't know what you want to express." Luo Qiu was silent for a while and suddenly said: "But no matter what you want to express...since you are a dead person, why are you still attached to the world of mortals?"

Luo Qiu thought of the former Lu Zigang - a soul that had been floating in the world for hundreds of years.

At this time, Zhang Qingrui obviously had something similar.

Without saying anything, Zhang Qingrui suddenly fell down at this moment - as if he had lost all strength.

But he just fell asleep.

Logically speaking, he should be the one who has better access to the 'thing' contained in this skeleton, but this 'thing' chose Zhang Qinrui as the party to attach itself to - it seems that even if it is attached to the upper body, it is still difficult to express. Something clear.

Luo Qiu, who still didn't know much about ghosts, thought for a while, then stretched out his hand to make Zhang Qingrui's body float, and followed his footsteps back to the studio.

He placed her in her original position, making a motion of sleeping on the table, and then continued the work at hand.

About an hour later, Zhang Qingrui slowly woke up. She looked at Luo Qiu with doubts, and said in a daze: "How long have I... been sleeping?"

"a while."

"professor……"

"You haven't come back yet." Luo Qiu paused and suddenly asked, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Zhang Qingrui shook his head, "She seems a little tired."

"Yeah." Luo Qiu nodded, "Then pay attention to rest."

Zhang Qinrui was used to Luo Qiu being a guy who rarely talked to others, so Zhang Qinrui didn't pay much attention. What followed was just a few occasional conversations, punctuating the dullness of the job at hand.

Professor Qin Fang later called back and said that he was going to have dinner with a friend in the evening and asked Luo Qiu and the two to lock the door and leave.

"Shall I see you off?" When Zhang Qingrui picked up the car, she looked at Luo Qiu out of politeness.

But as long as he is in this city, he has the ability to be more convenient than any means of transportation. Boss Luo is really reluctant.

At this time, there will be traffic jams and the highway will refuse to make friends...

"Need not."

At this moment, a white car drove in in front of the villa. That was Qin Chuyu... She got out of the car, looking a little dazed, as if she didn't see Luo Qiu and the other two people nearby.

He seemed to be contemplating something, as if he was distracted for some reason, but he opened the door and entered the house without looking back.

"weirdo."

Zhang Qingrui frowned and muttered. Although he felt that Qin Chuyu was the kind of person who had a story, he never thought about taking the initiative to get to know her too deeply.

When Zhang Qingrui came to his senses, Luo Qiu had already walked away... He was really a free and easy-going person.

Zhang Qingrui smiled subconsciously. She didn't dislike the only classmate in the class. On the contrary, she felt more at ease during the brief interactions with him during each class in the past.

It stands to reason that this person is actually as dull as a silent wooden person... However, the time spent together always flies quickly.

She didn't feel that she understood this young man, nor did she think that the other party understood her. It was just like a gentleman's friendship, in an indifferent way.

Maybe...in my heart, subconsciously, I am actually looking forward to the other person's unruffled and free feeling.

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The villa has a place where my father works, but it also serves as a place for me to paint in my spare time.

Have you come back yet?

When Qin Chuyu suddenly came over, he was already in the painting studio at home. She frowned. She had been in a state of restlessness and trance for the past two days, and time would pass before she knew it.

The root of all this... seems to be the painting that a certain customer gave me for framing a few days ago.

The gentleman had not arrived for several days, and because there was no contact information, Qin Chuyu could only wait silently.

Later, I occasionally read the news in the newspaper. Seeing the news that the man in the news was arrested for arson and killing his girlfriend, Qin Chuyu understood that this painting would probably be left in her hands for a long time.

She walked to the framed picture, reached out and lifted the cloth covering it, and once again fell into the content of the painting.

What exactly is this?

What jumped out on the drawing paper was a woman wearing a red evening dress... No matter from any angle, it was a very good composition.

Only the face of the woman in this painting.

He has no eyes or nose. To put it bluntly, he is probably a faceless person - but it is not that there is nothing painted on his face.

There are various kinds of paints, which seem to be intentional or random, forming this chaotic face without any rules.

Qin Chuyu had never seen such a strange way of painting.

She stared at the strange 'face' of the woman in the painting, feeling the contradictory, unconventional... or even traceable train of thought of the painter.

What kind of chaotic and self-contradictory strong thoughts must that be?

In front of my eyes, it seemed as if a whirlpool was born.

Her heart suddenly beat rapidly, and her body subconsciously took a small step back. Fine beads of sweat oozed from her forehead, and a wisp of blood overflowed from her lips unconsciously.

When he stared at the painting again, Qin Chuyu's eyes seemed extremely complicated.

At this moment, she recalled many, many things and murmured to herself: "I...actually achieved success because of this painting...This painting can make people stunned, what kind of lunatic can it be..."

She recalled that she once called...Yu Sanniang.

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