Trafford’s Trading Club

Drinking an equally weird old man with an afro, tight pants, a plaid shirt, and a retro American style from the 1970s and 1980s...it should be black tea. Jes Private A thought about leaving this place right away, because here It seemed that he had no intention of detaining her.

But she stayed.

inoneivable!

As long as you pay enough transaction fees, you can get anything you want from here. There are many legends in the West, many of which are about making deals with the devil.

But what she didn't expect was that she would encounter such magical things in this foreign country. For a moment, Jes thought she was hypnotized. But she also received a lot of anti-hypnosis training, which made her... not seem to be under hypnosis.

"I plan to find someone. If I pay with my life, how much do I need to pay?" Jess asked privately: "If you are really so magical, you should know who the person I want to find is."

Who else could it be?

This time, Luo Qiu didn't even need to spend extra life to buy information from the altar. He was able to answer easily, "In just one month of life, I will bring you to the gentleman you hope to find."

He didn't say his name, but just mentioned the word "Mr." to indicate his gender... and also showed that he knew who the person Jess was talking about was.

Life is too long and I don’t know where it will end. Meaningless actions will only waste life. Human beings always spend more time on boring and uninteresting things. If it only takes a month to find someone, Jes Private A feels that such a deal is a very good deal.

"Okay, deal!" Jess nodded decisively, "But if you lied to me, I won't just pretend it didn't happen!"

…

"The gentleman the guest is looking for is on the third floor of this hotel, room 302."

Jes raised his head subconsciously, but holding the position on the third floor, he did see that the curtains of a room were completely closed, "Is it right here?"

She turned around, with an expression of shock, nervousness, and even fright still remaining on her face because just a few seconds ago, she was still in the club, but in just a blink of an eye, everything happened. Earth-shaking changes.

She's already on a street!

And the so-called shopkeeper has disappeared... No matter whether Ye Yan is in this hotel or not, this way of reaching another scene in an instant is enough to make Jess unable to calm down his mood for a long time.

She subconsciously recalled the location of this magical store, but she could never recall it clearly... When did she walk in? It seemed that she was still in the supplies section of a supermarket before walking in?

"Who are you looking for? Who, ho, are, lure... lure, looking, or?"

The hotel owner who was reading the newspaper felt someone walking in. He put down the newspaper as he spoke... and then immediately changed his style of painting.

The matter of that club should be considered seriously after that. The most important thing is to confirm whether Ye Yan is here. Jes glanced at the boss privately and put down a few hundred-yuan bills on the counter, "I just, Find someone."

"Oh, whatever." The boss nodded, "Just don't cause anything."

I have seen too many hotels like this in private, and they are usually used as places to hide people. She looked at the boss and felt that there was no big problem, so she walked up the stairs and soon arrived at room 302.

Jess stopped at the side of the room where the door was open, then stretched out his hand and knocked, but the sound was extremely strange.

One short, two long, four short, three long (Morse code, the order is w, h, o).

She then pressed her body against the wall.

After waiting for a while, there seemed to be no movement... but Jess, who was leaning against the wall, could vaguely hear a slight sound in the room.

She knocked on the door again in the same way, and put one hand on her gun so that she could draw it out at any time.

After waiting for a while, there was still no response... At this moment, the sound of knocking on the door began to come from the same rhythm.

Jes privately suppressed the sudden beating joy in his heart and carefully continued to knock on the door panel in an orderly manner.

j-e-s-s-i——a, jes private a.

Click.

The door lock of the room rang slightly, but it was not opened immediately. But Jess couldn't hold back his impulse at this time. He twisted the handle in an instant and pushed the door open!

"Ye, you are really here!"

Jesus almost rushed to Ye Yan, threw himself into his arms, and hugged him tightly, "Thank God, you are really here!"

Ye Yan frowned at first, then let go of the other person's hands.

He sat down and said calmly: "You are here to catch me, right? You can actually find me in this place, Jess, your ability is a bit beyond my expectation... It's even you who appears, which makes me even more surprised." Accident."

Forget about the club.

Jes privately said quickly: "Ye, you come back with me first. I believe you have been wronged. You are wanted outside and are in danger at any time. It is better to go back to the headquarters! I will definitely find a way to prove your innocence."

Ye Yan sneered and said, "You don't know, right? The people who want my life are in my own home. If I go back, I will die."

Jesus frowned and said: "What happened to you all of a sudden is that you are indeed a traitor within us... But don't worry, I will find a way to send you to special custody. You will be monitored 24 hours a day. Even if someone wants to I don’t dare to do anything to you. You should know how dangerous you are out there, and you can’t be exposed.”

Ye Yan glanced at Jess privately.

The moment their eyes met, Jess privately took a step back instinctively, but was still a step too slow. Her wrist was quickly grabbed by Ye Yan.

"You don't believe me." Jessie moved her lips, her voice was very soft.

Ye Yan said calmly: "At least so far, there is no one in the headquarters that I can completely trust."

Jess raised his hand back, took out the pistol from his back, held it upside down and stretched it out, "Three years ago, you made me believe in you like this. Now, I only hope that you can also believe in me."

From taking out the gun, to pressing his finger on the trigger, to pressing the muzzle of the gun against Jesus' forehead, Ye Yan remained silent.

Jesus took a deep breath and closed his eyes, "Please let me help you."

…

After a long, long time, Jessie slowly opened her eyes. Ye Yan had already lowered his hands.

He still looked the same as when Jess first saw him three years ago, with unkempt stubble, gloomy eyes, and slightly pale skin. He is obviously a man who is almost forty years old, but he looks as young as thirty.

"I won't go back with you."

"At least let me stay with you."

jes privately grabbed Ye Yan's palm and pressed it tightly to his forehead.

From China to France, from stranger to familiar, she has spent three years with him.

One thousand and ninety-five rotation days.

Twenty-six thousand two hundred and eighty GMT. (To be continued.)