Trafford’s Trading Club

Naturally, the maid lady knows very well about the boss's life experience.

She thought the boss would just take away the old photo, but soon, the boss posted it back to its original place on the wall.

The boss smiled and reached out to wipe it once. It was as if it had never been taken off.

Luo Qiu just took out his mobile phone, took a photo of this old photo, and saved it.

Luo Qiu then looked at Youye and said softly: "If part of the photo is missing on the wall, it won't look good, right?"

The maid nodded slightly.

Luo Qiu took her hand at this time and came to the window. He opened the blinds here to increase the brightness of the sun, and said with a smile: "Here, I will take a picture for you too."

Youye was a little surprised, but quickly complied. She is used to responding to her master's requests. The maid did not walk directly under the sun. She knew where she should stand to make the effect of light and shadow better.

But the boss did not use the mobile phone he was holding. As he turned his palm over, a walnut-colored wooden box appeared in his palm.

It's just a collection extracted from the club's warehouse.

The wooden box was opened, and what was inside was what the boss wanted to use... a camera.

A Hasselblad 500c with gold edges.

The boss lowered his head, bent slightly, and looked at the camera on the Hasselblad 500c, "Well, although you don't have to wear a Chinese hairstyle, you can really manage all the clothes. It would be better if you lift your chin a little. ?"

Time passed quietly amidst the sound of the shutter.

…

When Lao Feng opened the iron gate outside the house, time seemed to flow again.

After opening the iron gate, Old Feng took a look at the gap in the facade. Here, before he went out, he clamped a small piece of book page under the door... and the leaves were still well clamped in their original positions.

Not much higher than the ankle.

Old Feng seemed to be relieved, stretched out his hand to pull out the leaves, then opened the door and walked in. Old Feng took a good look at this old house.

He seemed confused for a moment, but he didn't feel anything was wrong. Old Feng shook his head, wondering if he was a little too sensitive.

Old Feng quickly closed the door and put down his toolbox. This time, he did not start working immediately, but quickly took out the book that recorded Xia Man's height and measurements.

Old Feng picked up the scissors, walked to the corner of the wall, and used the measuring stick to measure a height...the height of Xia Man's height.

Lao Feng carefully carved this height on the wall.

Although it was quite different from the other scales on the wall, Old Feng was satisfied at this moment.

Gently touching this new scratch, Lao Feng smiled.

Because he never thought that he would one day make such a record... Lao Feng felt that this was too luxurious, even more luxurious than his life.

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…

The escape of a prisoner is not something that can be done casually with excuses, especially for prisoners who have been classified as extremely dangerous.

In addition to formally issuing wanted notices to all radio and television stations, a task force has also been established.

In the conference room, in addition to the department managed by Ma Shir, two groups of police officers were also dispatched.

They are reporting the latest situation.

"In the past two days, our people have been guarding major bus stations, train stations, and even airports, and no trace of the prisoner has been found."

"We have also investigated those lynching and illegal pheasant car owners, but found none. Zhao Ru did not leave any consumption records, but we have asked the bank to freeze her account."

"We have not received any information from citizens yet. She has not returned to her original place of residence."

"Mr. Ma, is it possible that Zhao Ru has fled the city? She was rescued by her accomplices, and since we don't know who the accomplices are, there is still a high chance that she can leave. Should we Apply for support from other urban areas?”

"Well," Mahoude typed his pen and said, "I have notified other urban areas and they have also started to take action. But I think the possibility of her leaving this city is still very low."

"Mr. Ma, do you think the prisoner will still be retained?" A police officer asked puzzledly: "She has been exposed, and we are also looking for her. What is her motive for retaining her?"

Ma Houde said seriously: "Do you still remember what she took with her when she wanted to escape last time?"

"Take...take those materials with you!"

Ma Houde nodded and said: "Yes, she brought those photos that were used to torture the students in the cram school. We assume that she was afraid that the matter would be exposed, so she wanted to abscond in fear of crime. But why didn't she destroy these photos that were harmful to her when she left? You say it’s almost fatal evidence? But you want to take it away?”

"Private Ma, are you saying that the students in the information in her notebook are still her targets?" The police officer asked in shock: "Does she still dare?"

"However, I have interrogated Zhao Ru... There is something wrong with this woman's mental condition." Another police officer said: "For a prisoner with abnormal psychology, it is difficult for us to analyze her actions with normal people's thinking."

Ma Houde nodded: "Yes, I think so too. Looking for people at the train station like this is undoubtedly looking for a needle in a haystack. We might as well check the students from the information. Lin Feng, you allocate the manpower, and you can use any reason. , get in touch with the students on the profile as soon as possible to see if they have received any suspicious emails or letters recently... Pay attention to the mental state of these students!"

Young police officer... Lin Feng nodded quickly.

He has to work harder... After all, he is also the party involved in the loss of the prisoner. He has to work harder.

"Okay, okay, let's go to work!" Ma privateer clapped his hands and dared people to leave the conference room.

He glanced at Wang Yuechuan who was sitting in the corner, and then said calmly: "Comrade Wang, we have used up the conference room. We can't clean up the things here for the time being, so you can make do with it."

"Nothing." Wang Yuechuan just lowered his head and typed in his notebook without looking back.

Mahou De shrugged... Anyway, the relationship between the two has never changed.

But just as Private Ma also left the conference room, his expression changed instantly, as if he had encountered a ghost. He originally planned to hide directly in the conference room, but when he remembered that Wang Yuechuan was here, he walked up bravely.

Ren Ziling is here...

Ma Shir ran over almost like a trot, "My aunt, have you run up?"

"We're visiting the class." Ren Ziling rolled her eyes at Ma Houde and picked up the cake box in her hand, "I'm giving you afternoon tea. Why, don't you like it?"

"No, no, no, it's too late for me to be happy!" Ma Houde quickly pushed Ren Ziling into his office: "But I have important things to do at the moment, so I don't have time to entertain you!"

"It's okay, I can take care of myself." Ren Ziling squinted her eyes and said, "But you guys seem to be really busy, right? Everyone has gone out to work... Oh, there is someone else here? Who is this? I was there before never seen it?"

"There are so many things you haven't seen before." Ma Houde quickly stood in front of Ren Ziling, blocking her view, and then made a zipper motion on his mouth: "I know what your purpose is! The bureau has issued a wanted notice and everyone in the world knows about it, so I knew you would definitely come. However, I have no comment!"

"Oh, I remembered, Wang Yuechuan, right?" Unexpectedly, Ren Ziling suddenly patted her head and said.

Ma Houde was stunned: "Do you know him?"

"I just looked like it, so it's really true?" Ren Ziling shrugged and said, "But I know him, but he doesn't know me."

"Then how do you know this person?"

Ren Ziling rolled her eyes at her private partner and said, "Have you forgotten what I do? Wang Yuechuan, a huge serial murder case was solved a year ago. It's not just me. I don't know anyone in the media in this province." Ah? But it’s too far away in the provincial capital, so I’m too lazy to go interview. But speaking of it, this guy is really a bit handsome? No wonder he became popular last year and has a lot of fans. But he’s still not as handsome as my son. !”

Why does this woman have such a good memory and eyesight?

Ma Houde was about to say something, but Ren Ziling frowned and said, "Hey, isn't this young hotshot detective from the provincial bureau? Why is he here?"

Ma Houde still planned to speak, but at the same time, he heard the voice he least wanted to hear coming from behind...Wang Yuechuan's voice.

"Officer Ma, who is this?"

Wang Yuechuan was seen standing at the door of the conference room, looking over with a frown... Ma Zir suddenly felt that his head was not full.

How should he explain it?

"She...is..." Ma Zir said quickly: "The takeout delivery person! That's right, the takeout delivery person! I think everyone has worked hard, so I made some afternoon tea."

Ren Ziling's eyes suddenly widened.

Wang Yuechuan frowned and said, "Aren't everyone already out?"

Ma Houde was sweating now, but he still bit the bullet, looked at Ren Ziling, and said angrily: "That's right! I shouted two hours ago! It's only been delivered now, what did you do? Do you still want to do business? Did you see a handsome guy on the road who couldn't walk? "

"Officer Ma." Ren Ziling turned her head and looked at Ma Houde with a smile, which made Ma Houde's back feel cold. "I'm sorry, Officer Ma, I really saw a handsome guy on the road, so I couldn't walk. Don't Sorry~"

"No...no way." Mahoude's hands and feet were cold and he coughed: "No, it's okay. Just be more careful next time."

"Well, then, Officer Ma, could you please give me some money?" Ren Ziling said with a smile, "Thank you two hundred and thirty-three yuan."

"What? This little box costs two hundred and thirty-three? Why don't you go and grab it!"

"Oh, Officer Ma. Our store operates on a small budget, but we use real materials. Officer Ma, did you just order this? I see you are our regular customer, so this is already a 20% discount."

Ma Houde... Ma Private glanced at Wang Yuechuan, who had a strange look on his face, and could only take out his wallet with tears in his eyes.

"Two hundred and fifty, no need to change!"

Ren Ziling stuffed the cake box into Ma Houde's hand, shook her hand and said, "Thank you very much, Officer Ma."

"No, you're welcome..." Seeing that Ren Ziling turned around and left, Ma Houde breathed a sigh of relief.

But Wang Yuechuan was still standing at the door of the conference room, and Mahoude could only turn around stiffly, "Well... Comrade Wang, do you want something to eat?"

"You're welcome, I'm not hungry." Wang Yuechuan shook his head and then walked in.

Ma Shir suddenly trembled, raised the box high, and wanted to drop it to the ground... but stopped immediately.

He couldn't bear to part with two hundred and fifty yuan of cakes.

But immediately, Ma Private received a text message from Ren Ziling: I know where Zhao Ru is.

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…

A burst of black smoke swept into the club, and after taking shape, a face like an old witch was revealed: Black Soul No. 18.

Black Soul No. 18 glanced at the club lobby and found that the boss was not here.

Only Miss Youye was cleaning glasses at the counter, while another tenant who was said to be here was still sitting quietly in the corner.

"Eighteen, do you have anything to talk to the master about? The master won't be here right now." Youye said calmly.

Black Soul No. 18 nodded, "The same goes for you, Miss Youye. This is the information about the funder that I have found in the past few days."

Black Soul No. 18 took out three information cards.

"It's still the same as before, very efficient." Youye nodded, "Put the things down. I will give them to the master when he comes back."

"As ordered." Black Soul No. 18 nodded respectfully, "Then my subordinate will continue to find a new sponsor."

"Go." The maid waved her hand.

Black Soul No. 18 didn't say anything, but before going out, he turned around curiously and asked: "By the way, Miss Youye, it seems that the new Black Soul Messenger I met last time is not here? "

"You're talking about Taiyinzi." Youye smiled slightly and said, "He should be doing well now, don't worry."

How dare you believe what this maid says...

Dark Soul No. 18 shuddered and flew out of the club.

…

A gavel sounded.

Don't get me wrong, there is no gavel here, it's just a slipper taken off. Taiyinzi was seen sitting upright, patting the slippers on his hands heavily in the prisoner's activity room.

"...When the bow string sounded, the arrow flew out with a bang, hitting a few small trees. At that time! There was a burst of cheers in the camp, and Ji Ning was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat! Right there At this time! Guess what?"

"What's wrong?"

Among the group of old prisoners, someone asked quickly.

Although I am very curious that Lao Feng has been living peacefully for these years, but he suddenly became active these days... but Lao Feng's storytelling is really good.

It’s about the Romance of the Three Kingdoms.

"Um...water!" Taiyinzi coughed, and a glass of water was quickly delivered to him.

Taiyinzi moistened his throat, and now he patted the slippers on his hand hard, and there was a bang!

But at this moment, Zhou Xiaokun hurriedly walked in, came to Taiyinzi's side, and said in shock: "It's bad, brother, brother, Fatty Zhang is here to find you!"

"Which Fatty Zhang? I haven't mentioned Marquis Wen's appearance yet! If anything happens, we'll talk about it later!" Taiyinzi snorted unhappily.

"That's Fatty Zhang in the cabin next door!" Zhou Xiaokun said with a cold sweat: "Brother, you haven't forgotten that you robbed 6 cigarettes from Li Li San yesterday, right? He is just hanging out with Fatty Zhang!"

Although I don’t know what stimulation this old man has received these days, he seems to be out of his mind.

But after seeing the scene where this old man took action yesterday... Zhou Xiaokun swore that he had never known that this old man could be so fierce and secretive!

In the blink of an eye, he dropped the man with dysentery to the ground!

Could it be... turning grief and anger into strength?

"Who is Lao Feng? Come out! I promise not to beat you to death!"

A rough buzzing voice suddenly sounded, "Anyone who dares to touch my fat man, don't want to live anymore!" (To be continued.)