Trafford’s Trading Club

In the streets of the small town at night, black cats walk on the streets, sometimes disappearing and sometimes appearing, like wandering spirits.

It came to Mr. Smith's restaurant, which had closed early and turned off the lights - at this time, Mr. Smith was naturally still in the hospital, accompanying his wife who was admitted to the intensive care unit.

The black cat jumped on the window sill of the restaurant and just looked inside... After a while, it jumped off the window sill and once again walked around the silent town late at night.

It walked through the small park at the corner of the street, stopped for a while, and then continued to swim... its tail was wagging gently.

While walking, it stopped next to a homeless man sleeping in the alley. When it arrived, a mouse took out the homeless man's clothes in horror and ran away. He came out and fled along the sewer in the blink of an eye.

It didn't pay attention to the rat that fled in fear, but gently jumped onto the homeless man's chest... squatting on the chest, it looked at the homeless man's face silently.

Weather, slovenliness, beard, fold-like wrinkles... and a body temperature that was dropping little by little - this homeless man's life came to an end probably half an hour ago.

Its tail was still wagging, gently touching the tramp's body, like some kind of caress - finally, the temperature of the tramp's body finally ran out and became cold, and then it came out of the tramp's chest. Jump up and down.

When leaving, the black cat's tail swept across the homeless man's forehead - the end of the tail curled up, like a hook, hooking something out.

It was a gray ball of light - it brought the drawn ball of light to the mouth, and then ate it in small bites.

It was like a child going shopping with snacks in hand...it continued its wandering again.

Finally, it ended its wandering and stopped in front of a house - this was Mr. Smith's house, but at this time there were no lights in the house.

It jumped out of the iron gate and walked to the door of the house - the black cat's body began to grow and gradually turned into a human form... Hades in a black dress.

Hades stood in front of Mr. Smith's house, adjusted his tie at the collar, then cleared his throat, and then knocked gently on Mr. Smith's door - of course no one would respond, because Mr. Smith The whole family is in the hospital at this time.

He knew that no matter if he knocked for an hour or two hours, no one would open the door for him... He knew that, so he knocked on the door like this.

He knows it.

Later, he stopped knocking on the door, but stepped back...down the steps, then moved the small flower pot on the third step of the steps, and reached his hand under the step board - he finally took out a flower pot. Take the key.

Open the door, enter the house, close the door... He didn't turn on the light, he could see everything in the darkness.

He actually wanted to turn on the lights... maybe it would be nice to turn on the lights.

He walked slowly to the living room, circled around the sofa in the living room, and then stopped - straightened up to sit down, put his hands on his thighs, and looked around at everything in the living room.

A blanket scattered randomly on the sofa immediately caught his attention - he took the blanket over and wrapped it around himself.

He continued to look around...and soon saw the dining table and kitchen in front of him - he stood up and arrived wrapped in a blanket.

There was still the dinner that Mrs. Elura had prepared for Mrs. Debra on the stove, but I was afraid that there was no time to deal with it when the ambulance arrived, so she had to simply turn off the fire and leave it like that.

He opened the lid of the pot, and it was borscht... which had obviously cooled down.

But his eyes brightened, he looked around and then took a step back, opened the sterilizing cabinet in the cupboard under the stove, and took out a spoon.

The man who called himself Hades picked up the pot on the stove and sat at the dining table. He used the spoon in his hand to eat the cold borscht in the pot one bite at a time.

Mrs. Elura has Russian ancestry, so she usually likes to use red vegetables to make borscht... He ate and ate, and finally let go of the spoon, picked up the pot directly, and drank the rest of the soup. Down.

——Don’t eat in such a hurry! Mouthful! Look up, mommy will wipe it for you.

He suddenly raised his head and even closed his eyes, as if waiting for something - he didn't wait, he opened his eyes, and then breathed out slowly... He picked up the tissue himself, Wipe the soup juice off your mouth.

He stood up again, then walked up the stairs, and soon came to the door of a room - this was Joe's room.

Opening the door, he walked directly into Joe's room and came to the 1.2-meter children's bed. He turned on the small desk lamp on the bedside cabinet.

He lay down like this, with a cup covering his body wrapped in blankets, and then curled up and fell asleep.

Then he reached out and turned off the small desk lamp.

He murmured: "Good night."

Then everything fell silent.

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The next day came soon... In this dilapidated house, when the sun rose for the first moment and light penetrated into the house through the gaps, Teacher Pulin slowly opened his eyes.

He really wanted to look like he wasn't tired anymore, so he just got up silently, then walked to the bathroom in the house, turned on the rusty faucet, and simply freshened himself up.

"Thank you for staying with me all night." After washing up, Teacher Pulin looked at the mirror... and said something reflected in the mirror.

I saw a small mosquito flying down from the door beam, and then turned into Nero.

"Good morning, little brother~" She leaned against the door casually, stroking her somewhat scattered bangs on her forehead, while looking at Teacher Pulin, then she put on a smiling face and stretched out her palm, " The overnight fee is 100 yuan for Chenghui~!”

Teacher Pulin slowly turned around and said calmly: "I don't have any money, and... I can't imagine what someone like you would need money for."

Nero narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Because there is an unscrupulous manager above, who squeezes out work and does not pay wages at the same time, so they can be said to be very poor!"

Teacher Pulin shook his head, "You have already taken away my book."

Nero looked into his eyes and suddenly asked: "Do you recognize me?"

Teacher Pulin felt a little surprised, and then said: "Of course I recognize it, I think my memory is not that bad... After all, this is the third time we have met in the past two days, why do you ask?"

The first time was in an abandoned warehouse, the second time was in front of the hospital last night... and now it was the third time - the scenes of these three meetings flashed through Nero's mind.

She immediately held her heart in her hands, with a look of pity on her face, "Do you really not remember me? When you were a child, you called me big sister and little sweetheart when you were watching the moon with others, saying that you would protect me for the rest of your life. "

"Did you admit the wrong person?" Teacher Puli opened his mouth.

Until this time, he finally determined that he really didn't understand this white-haired girl - she had many sides, and every side was her... So all this time, he had been unable to sway him with simple words.

At the same time, he was also laughing at himself. It seemed that his understanding of people was still insufficient - but originally, this white-haired girl could no longer be defined by people.

"You really don't know me?" Nero suddenly walked in front of Teacher Pulin, tilting his head and looking around.

Teacher Pulin breathed out softly and said: "I have complete memories from childhood to now, and I am sure that I have not forgotten anything... so it is impossible for me to know you."

"You are lying." Nero suddenly whispered, "You are stating the truth in a lie."

Teacher Pulin took a step back, distanced himself from Nero, and said in the same tone as when Nero first met: "If you think that's the case, then so be it... I have nothing to say. But I still hope you won’t go near Mr. Smith’s family again.”

"So what if I get close?" Nero suddenly sneered: "I can kill you once, and of course I can kill you a second time. And this time, your book is still in my hand."

"You said it?" Unexpectedly, Teacher Pulin raised his palm casually at this time - the black cover book instantly appeared in his palm.

Nero was startled, blinked subconsciously, and then inserted his palm into his body and started to pick it up randomly... After taking it for a while, she couldn't help being surprised and said: "Hey, it's really gone. !”

"I'm going out soon." Teacher Pulin shook his head, "If you like to follow me, then follow me... But it's best not to become a mosquito."

He just walked past Nero and prepared to go out.

Nero suddenly whispered at this time: "Hades."

At the same time, she was also observing Teacher Pulin's reaction - she found that Teacher Pulin did have a reaction to the name, but it was just an unexpected reaction.

Teacher Pulin turned around and asked curiously: "Hades? Are you talking about the Pluto from the Greek pantheon... Why did you mention this name suddenly?"

Nero shrugged and said: "Don't you think it's similar? Your ability... is just like Hades."

Teacher Pulin was silent for a moment, "Maybe...it also has the ability to bring death, but I am not."

"I just said they look alike, I didn't say you are the one." Nero smiled casually.

Teacher Pulin nodded and then went out - he did not continue to talk to Nero too much. Some things cannot be solved by pure force... Moreover, since even the book was used, if this is the result in the end, Of course, force cannot solve it.

If she keeps following him, maybe in a certain way, it is a good thing.

After all, as long as she kept following him, he could be sure that she was not approaching Mr. Smith's family.

Seeing Teacher Pulin going out like this, Nero leaned against the door of this dilapidated house and began to rub the bangs on his forehead again, saying to himself: "It's so strange..."

Yan Mo Dao once cut off half of Teacher Pulin and swallowed the whole half - but by this time Teacher Pulin had recovered, and the chopped off half seemed to have never been lost.

But this is not what makes Nero feel the strangest - after all, she has no way to fully understand the power of the soul... She is not the boss and the unscrupulous maid... Perhaps this situation of Teacher Pulin can be seen As long as it is a special ability of his.

Therefore, what makes her most strange is... the relationship between Er Ha and Lao Ha.

Lao Ha recognized her, but Erha didn't know her at all from his previous reaction - Nero also carefully distinguished what Lao Ha said, and it was indeed not a lie... Seeing through the lies, this seems to be a black soul The inherent ability of the messenger allows her to easily distinguish what the other party is saying - no matter how well the other party controls his emotions, no matter how superb his acting skills are.

Since neither Lao Ha nor Er Ha lied, what exactly went wrong.

Nero stretched hard and shrugged his neck, "What went wrong so that you all taste exactly the same... How interesting!"

Therefore, what Nero really felt was weird was: Yan Mo Dao had swallowed Teacher Pulin's body. Yan Mo Dao also directly cut open Joe's body and took out Joe's soul. Yan Mo Dao also directly penetrated the old man. Ha's body encountered the breath of his soul - and the smells of the three souls of Lao Ha, Er Ha and Joe were actually the same.

Simply put - one soul, three different individuals. Old Ha and Er Ha have similar abilities...like the abilities of Hades, the King of Pluto. As for Joe, he is just a five-year-old kid who doesn't know anything.

If there is anything special about Joe, it is probably that he is the only one who can feel the coming of [Death]. At most, it is just that his inspiration is more keen.

"half year ago?"

Nero suddenly remembered what Joe had said about the whole family bucket. She seemed to have an idea as soon as she turned her eyes - she bit her lip, and then made a vomiting movement forcefully... a black and gray mass. At this time, it spit out directly from her mouth.

The spitted out mass had a small tail, a pair of folded hands - and her own face, which at least looked very childish - to put it simply, it looked like a ghost.

Nero patted the ball's head with satisfaction, then pointed in the direction where Teacher Pulin left... and the ball immediately caught up with him.

Next, she planned to go to the local police station - but before going to the police station, Nero planned to buy breakfast in the town.

The Dark Soul Messenger actually doesn't need food...but she still retains this habit.

Just like Dazhe would be happy to do housework, just like the boss would work and rest according to normal people - they are all retaining some of their old habits.

Of course, the reason why she didn’t choose to go back to the manor for breakfast was: it would definitely be the latest for her to go back now!

I don’t want to wash the dishes!

A little, a little, a little—!