Trafford’s Trading Club

When the shutter click sounded, Lizi asked in confusion: "Sister Ren, what are you still taking pictures of?"

Lizi really didn't know what Ren Ziling was doing taking these pictures at this time.

Taking pictures of the backs of villagers who were cleaning up collapsed debris on the road.

Maybe we can clear a path today, right?

"If you're bored, you can go wander around the village."

Lizi pouted and said, "What's there to see? No one comes out of the village."

The antidote has been handed over and, according to Lu Chaosheng, diluted and injected into the infected villagers one by one. The bodies of the infected villagers also began to gradually recover. It just requires a process, so most people can only stay at home to cultivate.

The group did not leave immediately because even if the antidote came out, according to Lu Chaosheng, he had undoubtedly prepared it. He had been studying this formula, but he had never been able to realize it again.

Ma Houde felt that the doctor's unilateral formula might not be careful enough, and he was afraid that the virus in the village had not been completely eliminated, so he contacted a medical team to temporarily isolate the village. After the inspection, it was found that there were indeed no mistakes, and then he considered letting Luo Qiu. People leave.

So he stayed for a few more days.

"Hey, how do they transport all this silt to the mountains?" Lizi looked puzzled as the villagers loaded the silt, soil and rocks into bucket trucks, but they did not throw them into the sea or pile them in the mountains and forests, "This... It seems to be on Tingchao Cliff?"

Ren Ziling still pressed the shutter, and it seemed that only she knew what the camera was capturing.

She changed the angle, squatted down, and adjusted the wide-angle lens as she said, "Wu Qiushui said that after discussion, the villagers planned to use these earth and stones to build a statue."

"statue?"

"The statue of Poseidon's wife." Ren Ziling said calmly: "For worship."

Lizi opened her mouth, raised her head, and looked at the cliff. She smoothed her hair that was a little messy in the sea breeze.

Suddenly, Lizi said: "Sister Ren, let me help you too!"

"If you don't complain about being hungry, you're doing me a big favor." Ren Ziling rolled her eyes and said.

"Don't be like this..." Lizi looked aggrieved.

…

"Mr. Ma, according to Lu Chaosheng's confession, all the explosives he used to blow up the cliff have been found. There should be nothing missing."

In the small clinic, Ma Houde looked at the contents of the box he found, "They are all home-made explosives."

Ma Houde shook his head and sighed: "This Lu Chaosheng is considered a talent. He researched the antidote all by himself. It's a pity that he just went astray."

The young police officer nodded in agreement, and suddenly asked: "But Sir Ma, is this the matter?"

"Except for one who scared himself to death..." Mahoude snorted coldly: "No one infected in this village has died. The collective will of this village is not to pursue the case... To be honest, if they pursue it to the end, Labor and management will also hold them accountable for what they did decades ago, and even if the time limit for holding them accountable has passed, I will let the whole society spit these people to death!"

"This... sir, please calm down!" The young police officer wiped his cold sweat and said, "But like this, the procedure seems a bit..."

"This is called flexibility by labor and management!"

Ma Houde snorted: "Learn more! You! Pattern! Young people, it is inevitable to make mistakes occasionally, but they can turn back, why don't we give them a chance? We have to kill them all at once to be applauded? We are Law enforcers are right, but who are we enforcing the law for? If we don’t give her a chance, who else can give her a chance to change? The law is nothing more than human kindness. The law exists to punish and restrain, but it also To give prisoners a convenient door to start over again.”

"Private Ma, I understand!" the young police officer looked like he had been taught something.

Ma Houde glared at him, "You know nothing! I'm about to retire, don't imitate me! Take these things away quickly!"

"I know, I know!" The young police officer quickly picked up the box and ran outside.

Seeing the young police officer busy leaving, Ma Zirr sighed and said: "But the prisoner must be willing to open this door himself, so that it has the meaning of existence."

Ma Houde suddenly spat and looked at the small clinic, "Bah! If you don't want to open it, just shoot it and it will collapse!"

Police officer Mahou Dema, who has a beer belly and will retire in a few years, still has a hot temper.

…

…

In the lawn observation deck connected to the holiday house, on the long wooden bench close to the guardrail and facing the sea, Luo Qiu was sitting, with his head lowered, drawing on it with a pen.

There are teapots and teacups next to them, and the maid is standing next to them.

This is what Lu Yiyun saw at this time... Although she knew that these two were fellow travelers with Ren Ziling and Li Zi, she also knew that these two and the other two seemed to be people from different worlds.

Even after what happened on Tingchao Cliff, the little girl still felt more awe than gratitude when facing these two people.

The little girl hesitated for a moment, but finally walked over, "Mr. Luo, Luo, Miss Youye."

"Would you like some snacks?" Luo Qiu didn't even look up, "The cookies made by Youye taste good."

"No, no need, I'm not hungry." Lu Yiyun quickly waved his hands.

If I just felt that it was difficult for people to get close to me when I received her a few days ago... then now I feel a huge sense of oppression.

"I heard that the boss lady is gone?"

Lu Yiyun nodded and said: "Mom...she couldn't stay any longer. Everyone in the village knew about her and the village chief. We went up last night and left quietly without taking anything. My dad said that when he married her, he It's just to take care of me... Now, just leave. She is also at this age, and it may not be easy in the future. "

Luo Aiyu's problem was Lu Hai's private matter. Luo Qiu knew about it and had no interest in exploring it.

At this time, Luo Qiu stopped, looked at Lu Yiyun and said: "The two attacks You Ye made on you that day broke up the foundation of the demon in you. And you also got rid of the demon nature yourself. Basically, it doesn't matter. It will relapse, but you'd better pay attention to yourself, as excessive pain may also have a certain chance of reviving your demonic nature."

"I-I know."

Luo Qiu smiled slightly and said, "Is the injury on your body feeling better?"

Lu Yiyun subconsciously touched his lower abdomen and said: "If you don't move around, it's fine."

"In this way..." Luo Qiu nodded, stood up, glanced at the little girl, said nothing, and walked back towards the holiday house.

The little girl looked at the things placed on the bench and said quickly: "Mr. Luo, you didn't take your things."

"Your grandfather asked me to give it to you, please accept it."

"grandfather……"

The little girl was startled, and she subconsciously picked up something on the bench. It was a sketch on white paper.

In fact, it was not just white paper, but yellowed drawing paper... This was one of the many drawing papers placed in her grandfather's room.

It's just that those paintings with only simple outlines and no faces have now become complete, showing the appearance of the little girl.

On the drawing paper, there is also a freshly picked blue star flower planted in the yard.

Lu Yiyun silently read the words written next to this sketch...the words written by this mysterious man.

"The lifespan of a blue star flower is only one day."

"The flowers you see every day are different from yesterday. They are all new flowers."

"But their roots are still the same as yesterday."

"It decays and blooms again, dies and is reborn, day by day."

"So the blue star flower has a second layer of flower language: embrace the present."

Looking at the sea in front of her, the little girl hugged the blue star flower in her palm. She took two steps forward, getting closer to the guardrail.

The little girl closed her eyes, folded her hands together, and gently held the flowers in her palms, as if praying.

Then she hummed softly.

It was the tune of a mysterious song that had been recorded and posted online. Only this time there was no singing, just humming of the melody.

There is no magical power that can make people lose consciousness. Maybe it’s just because there are no lyrics, or maybe it’s just because I can no longer sing those lyrics.

but.

Humming and humming, time passed. (To be continued.)