Trafford’s Trading Club

Ma Houde gave Shen Meixuan some tissues, and then looked at Gu Feng, who could barely keep calm, "Hello, Mr. Gu, I am Ma Houde. I have a few things I want to ask you. Do you mind?"

"You ask." Gu Feng took a deep breath and reluctantly responded.

Ma Houde nodded, "Excuse me, when was the last time you saw Gu Jiajie?"

Gu Feng thought for a while and said in a low voice: "Last night, around 11:30, I had a chat with him before going to bed, but I didn't expect..."

"Has your son had any enemies recently, or has his behavior been a bit abnormal?" Mahoude could only pretend that he couldn't see his family members, and continued to ask.

Gu Feng shook his head and said: "My son is very sensible, he never causes trouble outside, and he is also very filial... Recently, there is nothing unusual about him recently."

"Have you assigned a phone to your son?" Mahoude then asked.

"Yes, yes." Gu Feng said quickly: "The latest mobile phone, he did well in the exam last semester, so I gave it to him during the summer vacation. I went to buy it with him!"

"In this case...Mr. Gu, we can't confirm the cause of your son's death yet." Mahoude said slowly: "But I want to take your son's mobile phone back and have a look. In addition, we will also go to your son's room to have a look. Also, I have to remind you now that if necessary, the forensic doctor may dissect your son's body, and I hope you can cooperate."

"What? You want to dissect my son's body?" Shen Meixuan heard this and cried sadly: "My son is already like this, and you still want to touch his body?"

Ma Houde had no choice but to say: "Madam, don't you want to know whether your son committed suicide, or whether he encountered this kind of thing because of something else?"

Shen Meixuan suddenly ran out of ideas and could only lie on her husband's chest and cry bitterly. Ma Houde shook his head, knowing that he couldn't find anything out from this couple for the time being.

He walked aside a little irritably, lit up a cigarette, and was waiting for the person who issued the certificate to arrive. At this time, a figure from behind broke into his sight.

A somewhat thin figure with a hat on his back, walked away from the crowd. Mahoude subconsciously wanted to walk up, but heard the voice of one of the police officers.

"Ma privater, the forensic people are here!"

"Oh...oh okay, I'll be right over."

While responding, Ma Houde had lost sight of his back, and there were still a lot of people eating melons in front of him. The police officer from Ma University suddenly said dissatisfied: "Who is that! Didn't I ask you to evacuate the onlookers? Where are the people!"

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"Two buns, one for dine-in and one for takeout."

"Okay!"

In front of the bun shop, the boss who was kneading the dough with his head down responded casually, but soon raised his head. When he saw the customers coming here, he smiled in surprise and said: "Luo Qiu! It turns out that It’s you, long time no see! Come on, come on, sit inside!”

"do your stuff."

Brother Chen has been taking over the bun shop for some time since the uncle and aunt left. Luo Qiu glanced at Lao Chen's son's seemingly more skillful gestures, smiled slightly, and walked into the bun shop.

It seems that he has regained some of his popularity compared to when Lao Chen just left.

"I haven't seen you for a long time. Why are you back today?" Lao Chen's son put a towel on his shoulders, wiped his sweat, and sat opposite Luo Qiu.

"I suddenly remembered and came here. I also went back to the old house to clean it up." Luo Qiu said softly, "How have you been recently?"

"Alas!" Lao Chen's son responded with a smile: "Same as before. But what I want to say is probably more comfortable than before."

Lao Chen's son made tea and said slowly: "People, you may think you are not used to it at first, but in fact you just accept it. But if you accept it, it's not bad. It's not bad to change your lifestyle. "

He looked at the old neighbors who had accepted the taste of his steamed buns, smiled and said: "I have begun to understand some things recently. My dad has always insisted on being here... I guess he has his own reasons."

Lao Chen's son's eyes gradually became gentle. His smile is very good, just like the smell of buns from this bun shop.

Human touch.

"It tastes good." Luo Qiu opened a fresh bun, tasted it and praised it.

Lao Chen's son smiled honestly: "That's good! I was afraid you would say something about the taste is not very good. When you don't smile, you are so scary, just like a little old man who doesn't know when he will show up. He said something so scary that it was so serious!"

"..." Luo Qiu sighed and said nothing.

At this time, another customer came to the bun shop and stood in front of the shop, saying something softly. Lao Chen's son glanced past Luo Qiu and said, "This little girl is here again."

Luo Qiu turned around and saw a woman wearing a mask and hat, "Little girl?"

"It doesn't sound too loud." Lao Chen's son nodded and said, "It must be a little girl. In the past month or two, I have been coming back every one or two days, and every time I buy a lot of buns."

Lao Chen's son shrugged and said, "But he rarely talks. Every time he pays, he grabs his things and leaves. Hey, he leaves again. This time he seems to be in a hurry."

I saw the little girl in front of the shop paying with satisfaction, then lowered her head and walked away in a hurry. No one knew what she looked like.

"Boss, leave the buns here for now. I'll come back to get them later." Luo Qiu suddenly stood up and said.

"Oh well!"

…

In a small alley in the old city, a little girl carrying a large bag of steamed buns stood at the exit of the alley. She cautiously poked her head out and took a look at where she came from.

Seemingly relieved, the little girl patted her chest and turned around. She pulled off her mask, took a whiff of the buns in the bag, and smiled slightly.

"Does it smell good?"

"Smells good!" The little girl responded without thinking, but soon discovered something was wrong... Who asked her?

She turned around suddenly and looked at the person who appeared behind her without anyone noticing. She was startled and made a soft noise.

"Do I look scary?" Luo Qiu looked at the little girl in front of him. It was none other than Xiaodie Yao Luo Pianying.

"No, no." Xiaodie Yao lowered his head, a little afraid to look at Boss Luo.

Luo Qiu smiled and said, "When did you switch to eating steamed buns? Didn't you never eat them before?"

Luo Pian Ting raised her head, blinked and said, "It's not for me to eat, it's for Xiao Hei and the others."

"Xiao Hei?"

"Um!"

…

The so-called Xiaohei and the others do not refer to any person, but a group of stray cats.

In the yard of an abandoned old house in the corner of the old city, the little butterfly demon was squatting on the ground, peeling off the buns in the bag and feeding them one by one to those who emerged from the grass in the yard. stray cats.

Seeing the kitten licking the little butterfly demon's fingers and making her smile, Luo Qiu suddenly felt a little more comfortable here.

"Give me a bun." He knelt down and said softly.

The two of them fed the cat like this.

Boss Luo found it quite interesting. Last time he was feeding her, this time he was feeding the cat. (To be continued.)