Trafford’s Trading Club

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Ren Ziling planned to have a good heart-to-heart talk with Luo Qiu. The twenty-nine-year-old deputy editor of the newspaper opened his mouth and said that he had been busy with work recently and had neglected himself. He had not been the master of his mother. His soft and gentle voice could almost kill most men in an instant.

Then, boxes of cakes instantly killed Ren Ziling's next words. When she reacted, Luo Qiu had already closed the door of the room.

Listening to the sound of the old CD player given to his son by Lao Luo playing Eagles' Desperado in the room, Ren Ziling silently gnawed on a box of cakes.

Then there is no more.

"You brat, do you want to be so sensational..."

In fact, there was no one in Luo Qiu's room.

After returning to the room, he turned on the CD player and went directly back to the club.

Who knows what the hell is being broadcast...

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Sitting behind the counter of the club, Luo Qiu said it was too late and didn't want to drink scented tea. The considerate maid opened the wine cabinet at the side bar in front of Luo Qiu for the first time.

A bottle of vodka, a bottle of cocoa in a black bottle, and a bottle of fruity gin. Youye looked at Luo Qiu with a slight smile on his face, then filled the cocktail jug with eight-tenths of ice cubes, poured three kinds of drinks into small cups, and poured in the mixture. In the wine bottle, the lid was closed and it began to shake.

There weren't many tricks, but You Ye's eyes never left Luo Qiu from beginning to end.

As the saying goes, beauty and wine always go well together, which probably meant this general situation. Luo Qiu felt relaxed and happy as he looked at it.

It wasn't until Youye shook the shaker until light white frost formed on the outside that he stopped. After mixing, the wine that turned into light brown was poured into a cocktail glass, accompanied by the rhythmic sound of high heels hitting the wooden floor. , this prepared drink was also delivered to Luo Qiu.

Luo Qiu joked: "I think I might invade the kitchen next time."

Youye looked at Luo Qiu inexplicably, and Luo Qiu smiled and said, "Because it is indeed a pleasure to watch you cooking food or mixing drinks."

You Yecai changed from a slight smile to a smile and walked slowly to the club lobby. There has always been an old vinyl record player made of old pine wood.

You Ye put down the vinyl disc, pressed the stylus, and slowly turned, a soft and mysterious piece of music began to play. Only then did You Ye return to Luo Qiu and sit across from him.

The maid showed a lazy look, her legs were folded together under her skirt, and her elbows were placed on the round table, holding up her face.

Luo Qiu took a sip of the prepared cocktail. I originally thought that the mixture of vodka and gin would be very strong, but I didn't expect that it was actually sweet and refreshing. Maybe it’s because another kind of black cocoa is added?

He played with the white jade card he got from Pian Ping and suddenly asked: "Does this world really have past and present lives? Is there also the Ten Palaces of Yama after reincarnation?"

You Ye said softly: "There are many ancient legends in the East. People believe it because they believe it. But who knows? After all, this is not a way that people can see with their own eyes."

Luo Qiu asked: "How did Su Houde explain it?"

Youye said: "People have thoughts, and thoughts are souls. Therefore, if the soul does not disperse, it means that thoughts will not disperse. There are not ghosts, wronged souls, evil ghosts and the like in the world. But in Youye's view, these are all dense Spiritual bodies, they left the carrier of the physical body, but they did not dissipate because of their strong emotional obsession."

Hearing this, Luo Qiu hummed and said: "I have read some anecdotal magazines, saying that the human spirit is like a wave. When the spiritual wavelengths of both parties are close or almost the same, it may be possible to One party receives the thought wave of the other party. In other words, there is no so-called past life and this life, but Su Houde has found a carrier that can accept his own thoughts? "

You Ye smiled and said: "How to believe it, it is the master's wish."

Luo Qiu shook his head, took another sip of the cocktail, sipped his brows, and felt the fragrance of the wine lingering between his teeth, "It's strange to think about it. If reincarnation really happened, there wouldn't be many humans at all in the beginning, but now the population has exploded. , if dead people can be reincarnated, where did the original ones come from?"

But maybe it does exist. The existence of the soul cannot be explained by spirit, and there is an unknown management that can explain this phenomenon without being reincarnated.

Thinking of this, Luo Qiu felt that he might fall into some unknown dead end if he continued to think about it.

He had never thought about becoming a philosopher, so he shook his head mockingly and ended his random thoughts.

Then, the bell placed at the door rang.

Zhong Luochen is here, covered in dust.

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When he arrived, Zhong Luochen used the map on his mobile phone to directly check the information on this street. He didn't find the existence of the club at all on the map. Instead, it marked another store - there was even a picture taken from the street.

Yet the club has magically replaced the store's existence.

He once stood at the door of the club and noticed that one pedestrian after another walked past Jean and entered the club he saw. However, they quickly walked out with only some supplies.

Obviously, the club he saw and the store seen by passers-by were in the same location, but they were probably in different spaces.

This kind of wonder made Zhong Luochen feel a strong sense of awe. He took a deep breath and opened the door of the club again.

I still saw the man wearing the clown mask and the beautiful woman dressed as a maid. Zhong Luochen was not in the mood to dwell on this beauty, so he got straight to the point: "Mr. Clown, I have brought my grandfather here and is staying at a nearby hotel."

Luo Qiu reached out and made Zhong Luochen stop talking. Then he lightly stroked the black stick on his hand, and something even more mysterious and unimaginable suddenly appeared in Zhong Luochen's eyes.

The corridor was filled with soft lights and was carpeted. Zhong Luochen said in slight horror: "This is... a hotel?!"

Luo Qiu walked ahead with his hands behind his back and said, "Guest, please take me to meet your grandfather... But there is one request. I hope there will be no more outsiders besides you and your grandfather."

Zhong Luochen immediately said: "My family is worried this time and they have to follow me. But don't worry, Mr. Clown, I have asked them all to wait on the floor below... But there is not much time."

Luo Qiu said calmly: "I know."

In a suite, Luo Qiu finally saw Zhong Luochen's grandfather.

One person was lying on the bed, with a needle and an infusion bag hanging on his arm, and a large number of instruments next to him. The old man looked haggard and pale, even bloodless.

He just lay like this, not far from death.

Luo Qiu walked to the old man's side and suddenly thought, had he seen too many old men today? But this distraction did not affect what he was supposed to do.

Luo Qiu stretched out his hand and pressed it on the old man's face. Some black light spots began to slowly emerge from Zhong Luochen's grandfather's forehead and were absorbed into Luo Qiu's palm.

At this moment, the door of the suite was suddenly knocked, and a man's voice came: "Luochen! I heard the noise, are you back? Open the door! Open the door! If you don't let us guard grandpa, what on earth are you doing?" What's the meaning?"

The sound of banging on the door was very loud, obviously with great force. "If you don't open the door, don't blame me for running in! Is there anyone else inside?"

Zhong Luochen looked at the door with a worried expression. He knew from the voice that it was his eldest brother Zhong Luoyun... This guy was very suspicious and must have used some method to monitor him. Otherwise, it would be too much of a coincidence that his eldest brother came to visit him just after he came back.

"Mr. Clown, I don't know..."

Zhong Luochen hurriedly turned around and looked. Can Luo Qiu be seen there? But the scene in front of him almost made his heart beat out.

The old man lying on the bed opened his eyes at some point and sat up. Although his face was still haggard, his eyes were still awake.

"Where...is this? Luochen?" the old man said slowly.

At the same time, Zhong Luochen heard such a statement.

——Guest, we have delivered the goods you requested. Transaction complete.

Zhong Luochen was in a trance in a dark world for a moment. A roll of sheepskin floated and burned in front of his eyes, and then disappeared. He felt as if something had been pulled out of him, and subconsciously touched his body.

And his vision became clear at this time, and he returned to this suite.

Seemingly because he saw Zhong Luochen's strange appearance, the old man slowly spoke again: "Luochen, what are you looking for?"

Zhong Luochen suddenly trembled, stopped his hands, looked up at the old man, and suddenly fell to the ground.

He... didn't feel the joy he should have at all.

It was like looking at a complete stranger.

"Luochen?" the old man said for the third time.

Zhong Luochen swallowed his saliva and stood up. He didn't know what his expression was. He just knew that he tried his best to look like ecstasy.

"Grandpa! It's so... great, great that you can wake up!"