Trafford’s Trading Club

After leaving Mr. Smith's restaurant, Mr. Pring walked alone on the street. He was more like a traveler than a pedestrian.

He will look at the shape of everything around him.

The light in the window, the reflection of people on the glass, or a family of young and old in the restaurant, or something else... everything else that moves.

At the traffic light, Teacher Pulin stood on the sidewalk and waited. Next to him sat an old man with gray hair. He was really very old, and the age spots on his face were even gray.

The old man's family was buying something at the newsstand behind him.

"Good evening." Teacher Pulin looked at the changes on the traffic light poles across the street and said hello to the old man in the wheelchair without looking back.

The old man seemed to be asleep, with his eyes half open and half closed... Maybe he was actually going to fall asleep at any time, but he was just trying hard not to fall asleep. Finally, this "good evening" made him wake up a little. .

He did wake up a little, and the cloudiness in his eyes faded slightly. He raised his head and saw that the pupils of Mr. Pulin, who was standing next to him, gradually opened a little. He even opened his mouth, and his fingers subconsciously grasped the armrests of the wheelchair.

It can be said that the look on this old man's face at this moment is...fear.

"Don't come over!" The old man's figure was very low and he said very quickly, "Don't come near me!"

"I have no intention of getting close to you." Teacher Pulin still didn't look at the old man. His eyes never even moved away from the traffic light on the opposite side. At the same time, there was a smile on his face. The smile didn't mean much, maybe it was just simple. Just make yourself look better.

After listening to this, the old man gradually loosened his grip on the wheelchair... The slightly nervous and frightened expression on his face also tended to calm down. He also looked at the traffic light on the other side of the road, which was still red, but seemed to be about to turn red. Countdown stage of lights.

"I know, I know." The old man lowered his gaze and said softly, "I know... I just can't let it go, and no one can let it go."

"No one can stay forever. You have lived a life that others would envy... I think you have no regrets." Teacher Pulin finally moved his eyes and turned to look at the person next to him. Old man in wheelchair.

The old man's eyes also met the countdown numbers of the traffic light across the road from Teacher Pulin. At this moment, in the middle of their sight, it suddenly started... starting with the number 9, then the number 8.

This time is non-stop, it is constantly decreasing, and no one knows what can be done with a maximum of ten seconds... In a person's life, what should be done in these 10 seconds in front of the traffic light?

"Perhaps we should say goodbye." Teacher Puli suddenly whispered.

The old man hurriedly moved away from Teacher Pulin's sight. He hurriedly turned around and looked at his family members who were paying in front of the newsstand behind him.

He didn't blink, and he didn't want to waste a second. Maybe he also felt that in his life, he also wasted many ten seconds in front of the traffic light.

His eyes wandered, and finally his eyes became moist... The traffic light on the other side of the road finally turned green for ten seconds, so short.

When the light turned green, Teacher Pulin moved and walked slowly towards the other side of the road. At the same time, the old man's heart suddenly beat violently.

This brought him unprecedented pain. The old man suddenly grabbed the clothes on his chest in pain and fell down from the wheelchair. This suddenly alarmed his family, the owner of the newsstand, and also Pedestrians were startled.

"Father!! father!! help! help!!!"

When people gathered around the place where the old man fell, Teacher Pulin had already walked to the other side of the road. He glanced left and right, and then walked towards the road on the left.

"help! help!!!"

The man must be the old man's son, and he was helplessly nursing the old man's body... Enthusiastic people began to help, and at this time, a black cat quietly left the crowd.

The cat suddenly disappeared.

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…

In the restaurant kitchen, Mr. Smith, who had temporarily finished the work at hand, sat down and poured himself a glass of ice water.

In fact, he didn't feel hot, and he didn't even sweat... Even though the kitchen was equipped with air conditioning, some slight sweating was normal.

At this time, the waiter took in the plates that the diners had finished eating and passed in front of Mr. Smith.

Mr. Smith took a look. He was about to drink water. He didn't even care about drinking water at this time. He put the water glass down directly. In fact, he was not even thirsty.

"Why haven't these dishes been touched?" Mr. Smith stopped the waiter and frowned, "Which table is this dish on?"

As a chef, he is naturally very concerned about whether his food satisfies the diners. If the diners have basically left the cooked food untouched, it is really the biggest negative for the chef.

Mr. Smith even took a closer look, and he soon discovered that these dishes were made by himself, not the work of the second and third chefs.

"Sir, this is the customer at the table where you said the order was strange." The waiter thought for a while and said, "They later invited a friend and ordered three portions of food in total. The person who came after him basically ate it. It’s over, but the man and woman didn’t eat enough, they basically took a bite of each item.”

Mr. Smith's frown deepened... He stood up suddenly, stepped forward, took a fork, and quickly tasted the untouched food.

He tasted them all... For a chef, just one taste of each item is enough to judge the quality of the product. Mr. Smith quickly put down his fork... and there was no problem.

He believes that this is the best taste he can make, but the diners hardly touch it... If only a certain item is not useful, he can use it as an excuse because the other person is picky about food.

"Try it too." Mr. Smith suddenly looked at the waiter and said.

The waiter was stunned for a moment, but didn't say anything. He also took a fork and tasted each item one by one. "It tastes very good, Mr. Smith. I don't think there's anything wrong with it."

She really felt that Mr. Smith's cooking skills were very good. He was a chef who was qualified to become a three-star Michelin chef. How could his skills be bad?

"Where are those two diners now?" Mr. Smith was still very concerned about this matter.

"We have already paid and left, sir." the waiter said quickly.

"They..." Mr. Smith thought for a moment and asked, "Did they say anything... consciously or unconsciously, about these dishes."

The waiter said, "They just said they weren't very hungry, so they didn't eat... In fact, I asked about it at the time, after all, they almost didn't move."

"Aren't you hungry? Why did you come to the restaurant if you weren't hungry?" Mr. Smith pondered for a while, "Think about it again, is there anything else you can say?"

"That lady said something... let me think about it."

The waiter tried hard to think back. At this time, she once again found that it was difficult to recall the appearance of this pair of lovers. It was obvious that both men and women could leave a deep impression on people.

"What did you say? Think about it quickly." Mr. Smith even looked a little anxious, his eyes focused.

The waiter quickly said, "By the way, what did the lady say? Time has passed."

"Time...time?" Mr. Smith was startled, and then frowned again, "Past? Time has passed? What do you mean?"

The waiter just shrugged... She actually didn't pay much attention to this matter. She even felt that her boss, Mr. Smith, seemed a little too sensitive. Even a three-star Michelin chef would not be able to say that he could make concessions. Food that pleased everyone.

Aren’t there some people who refuse to eat pork?

"Sir, if there's nothing else, I'm going to work." Speaking of time, the waiter remembered that it was almost time to get off work. She didn't want to delay her work time by chatting with the other person here, even though the other person was herself. boss.

Of course, if Mr. Smith is willing to pay her for overtime work, that's okay.

"You go ahead." Mr. Smith waved his hand in agreement.

But before the waiter left, he kept the unused food and placed it in front of him.

He once again began to taste the food he made, "Time... time has passed? Is it a matter of the heat?"

Just as Mr. Smith was puzzled, the home phone rang. The caller was Mrs. Alula. His mother, Mrs. Alula, said on the phone that Joe was missing and couldn't be found no matter how hard he looked, and there was one more thing.

Mr. Smith stood up immediately after hearing this, "What, did you call an ambulance?!"

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"I am going home!"

This was already Joe's fourth request. After being rescued from the collision of the bus by his eldest sister, he was taken to a room.

This looks like it should be a lady's room or a mother's room.

Why do you think so? It's because joe saw a family photo in this room.

The mother is a beautiful woman, and this mother also has a lovely daughter... She looks about the same age as Joe, at least that's how old the cute little girl in the photo looks.

so……

That's right, he was actually led by this incredible big sister and broke into an ordinary house without permission. Without the consent of the owner of the house, he began to use other people's things without permission, mainly for joe. on the body.

"Go home? Okay, then you cut it into a box and deliver it to your door!" Nero stepped on the chair and looked at Joe with a smile. Her hands were actually not idle. What she held in her hands were the cosmetics of the hostess of the house, "Don't cry! It took a lot of effort for me to put on the eye makeup! If it gets messy, I'll dig out your eyes!"

Obviously, as a former Michael Club divine general who was trained for the purpose of fighting, he himself has no experience in taking care of children, but it has to be said that such a threat is actually more serious than the one in the bedtime story [Pinocchio]. 】It should be more effective.

"I hate skirts, I don't want to wear skirts, I'm a boy!" Joe sniffed slightly while protesting aggrievedly.

"Okay kid! Let's see if you're satisfied with it!" Nero didn't care about this. At this time, he threw the cosmetics in his hand directly behind him, picked up Joe from the stool, and placed it on the makeup mirror. before.

She even stuck her tongue out to touch her upper lip, admiring her [masterpiece] with satisfaction.

Joe in the mirror is currently wearing a pink dress and even a wig, looking like an exquisite doll.

"Sister...can this really defeat Mr. Death? I don't want to be a girl!"

"Stop arguing, I'll kill you if you argue again! Anyway, you don't need it now, and you don't know how it feels if you use it! It's not a pity if it's gone!"

"I want to go home! I want to go home!"

At this time, the owner of the house probably just came back and heard the sound from the room upstairs... The hostess suddenly started asking loudly upstairs.

Nero didn't care about this, he transformed into a silver-grey leopard, bit Joe's clothes, and ran out of the window with him.

ah! ! ! !

When the hostess of the house hurriedly ran up, opened the door, turned on the light and took a look, she immediately let out a miserable scream. Her room seemed to have been visited by the most despicable thief, rummaging through the cabinets. The saddest thing is that the things in front of her dressing table are almost cracked and broken...

a mess.

…

The ambulance quickly arrived at the hospital in the small town. The local population was not large, but because of the relationship with the university, the medical system was not too far behind, but it obviously could not be called very advanced.

Mr. Smith hurried to the hospital, and Mrs. Alura was already waiting nervously outside the emergency room.

"Why is this happening?" Mr. Smith asked hurriedly.

Mrs. Elura cried and said, "I don't know. It was fine at dinner, but Debra suddenly said that her stomach hurt. It was very painful. I had to call an ambulance."

"Where are the people?"

"Inside, the doctor just came in and was nasty."

Mr. Smith took two deep breaths quickly, glanced at the lights in front of the emergency room, and suddenly became confused, "Where is Joe? Still not found?"

Mrs. Elura could only shake her head and said that the police had been called.

Mr. Smith wiped his face vigorously and sat down... all of a sudden all the unfortunate things happened, which reminded Mr. Smith of the unfortunate thing that happened half a year ago.

It's okay, it's okay.

He quietly told himself in his heart that it would be okay... Didn't he get over it half a year ago?

Bang!

Mr. Smith suddenly heard a chaotic sound in his ears...the sound of brakes, screams, and loud noises.

…

Outside the door of the small town hospital, a sparrow suddenly landed on a small tree in the courtyard. He was looking at something. At this time, a figure slowly walked towards Teacher Pulin.

The sparrow flew away from the tree in an instant.

At this time, Teacher Pulin raised his head and looked at the hospital. .