Trafford’s Trading Club

The eighth house.

This is what she was told by several people wearing white uniforms and carrying powerful anti-personnel weapons who brought her to this place.

And she is just a five or six-year-old child who needs to raise her head to see the chins of these people in white clothes.

A little girl who was wearing the clothes these people prepared for her and had already cleaned them met a lot of people on the road here, all wearing white uniforms. She couldn't tell what these people were doing.

Because for her, everything here is beyond her comprehension.

Ever since her parents died tragically, the world has gone beyond her understanding. The little girl looked at the dress she was wearing. It was just a piece of clothing that was put directly on her body. There was no upper or lower distinction, and there was not even a bag. It was simply a robe-like decoration that covered her body.

There was something like a brooch pinned to his chest, with a line of numbers written on it. Her mother had taught her numbers when she was still alive, so she recognized the number written on it: 1o31.

"Go in and live here from now on. As long as you abide by the rules, you can survive. As long as you become stronger, you can stand out. This is the only advice for you... Welcome to the eighth house."

They opened a door in front of her and pushed her directly into this place. After that, the door closed automatically.

A little scared, she leaned against the closed door of the room and looked at everything in front of her. There were many people dressed like her.

From those who were about the same age as her to those who were about eleven or twelve years old, she found that there were quite a few children here, and it seemed that she could not count them all at once.

But none of these children seemed willing to approach her. Even though she had been in this room for several minutes, they all just looked at her silently.

As a newcomer here, she tried to reach out to these kids who had been here before her.

"Don't come near me."

"Go away."

She has failed many times, and finally she understands that the people here... don't like others to get close to them. Even if they are in the same room, everyone keeps a certain distance...as if they are all marked territory.

"Come here."

She heard a voice like that of another girl who was a little older than her, about ten years old. The girl also wore a badge that read: 791.

The eyes of the children next to her suddenly became strange... Looking at these eyes, she suddenly remembered those vicious dogs looking at her with hostility.

She finally walked to the ten-year-old girl who called her, feeling uneasy.

"Ignore them, they are not targeting you, they are targeting everyone here." This was the first thing the ten-year-old said.

"Why?" She was quite puzzled.

The ten-year-old girl smiled and said, "Because I have no friends here, and no one wants to share with you. Of course, the people you play with include me."

"I don't understand..." She shook her head.

"You will understand in the future." The other party told her this, with a kind and irresistible feeling. "As for why I have to call you? That's because I am smarter than them. Listen, from now on From now on, you and I are collaborators, do you understand, 1o31!"

"1o31?"

"Yes, your name is 1o31." The ten-year-old girl pointed to her badge at the same time: "As for me, it's 791."

So she shook her head, "My name is not 1o31, my name is Cui Yuner! This is the name my mother changed for me!"

"Really?" 791 shrugged and said, "Then forget this name. Anyway, in this place, you can only call 1o31... I can tell you in advance, if you don't react when those people outside call 1o31, You will suffer a lot. Do you understand? 1o31!"

"My name is Cui Yuner! This is the name my mother changed for me! My name is not 1o31!" she said loudly, tears welling up in her eyes.

"It's up to you." 791 said calmly: "Then we are no longer accomplices. We will wait until you understand the relationship before continuing."

Later, she encountered what 791 called a tough time. It was the second day after she arrived at the eighth institute.

She was locked in a small, dark room with no idea of ​​daylight or black clothes. No matter how much she cried, she could not get any response, and she had nothing to eat or drink until she was dying. , was released.

"Do you understand now?" 791 came to her again, "So, tell me now, what is your name?"

She shrunk, even lowered her head, and whispered in fear: "1...1o31."

"Very good, 1o31." 791 smiled, and then when she was stunned for a second, he lowered his head and covered her lips with his lips, biting her lips and drawing blood at the same time.

"What are you doing!" She was horrified again.

791 smiled and said: "Contract, from now on, we are accomplices... 1o31, join me and kill everyone here."

Kill... kill them all.

…

…

It was already morning when she woke up. On the unusually soft hotel bed, Nero sat up and the quilt slid off her body, revealing the shocking scars on her body.

She reached out and touched her lips, then smiled, stretched her waist vigorously, and said in a sighing tone, "It's so refreshing. Sure enough, it's different when someone protects you... right, boss!" "

Nero tilted his head and looked at the club owner sitting on the sofa in a corner of the hotel suite with his eyes closed.

Hearing the sound, Luo Qiu opened his eyes. He found that this guest had no intention of avoiding anything. At this time, he was sitting cross-legged on the big bed, holding his chin in one hand, and looking at him unscrupulously.

Luo Qiu smiled and said, "It seems that Miss Nero had a very good sleep."

"Of course." Nero nodded, "Because I have a reliable boss like you, of course I can sleep very peacefully and even have a good dream. Thank you so much."

"You're welcome." Luo Qiu said calmly: "In addition, there are still 7 hours of protection for the guests."

Of the twenty hours of protection, Nero spent 13 hours sleeping, and he was still naked/sleeping...

"This sleep is really luxurious, isn't it?" Nero stretched again, then walked out of the bed holding a thin quilt... walked up to Boss Luo, tilted his head and looked at it, "Boss, one o'clock Isn’t it attractive?”

"Miss Nero has a very good figure." Boss Luo nodded and said, "She is very fit."

"Legs... do you like them?"

Nero suddenly lifted his feet, then gently stepped on Luo Qiu's side, and slowly lifted up the sheets on his legs.

Unlike the skin on the upper body, which has many scars, the skin on the thighs is very toned and smooth.

When the sheets are lifted to a certain extent, you can even see the veins of cyan blood under the almost jade-white skin.

"Want to see more?" Nero narrowed his eyes, "You can think of it as a thank you gift for a hard night, boss."

"Three minutes." Luo Qiu said abruptly.

"What?"

Luo Qiu said again: "The time until the end of the protection has been shortened by three minutes, my guest."

"It's really difficult..." Nero sighed and shook his head, "I'm actually quite confident in my body. But now it seems..."

Nero turned around, then looked sideways at his shoulder. The sheet was completely under the cover. The spiderweb-like scar on his back was unusually eye-catching. "It still feels... ugly, right?"

"If Miss Nero doesn't like it, I suggest you purchase the service of a small store." Boss Luo said calmly: "It's not expensive to remove these scars."

"Boss, isn't this script wrong?" Nero said amusedly: "The atmosphere was so good just now, maybe if you said something cool, I might be captured?"

"There is no discount like this, guest." Luo Qiu said calmly: "The black card is already your discount voucher."

"I guess I still hate businessmen." Nero shook his head and put down the sheets from where he was.

She was just wearing a pair of underwear, as if she wasn't there at all, and said hello: "I'm going to take a shower first. Can you help me call for breakfast service?"

"Of course." Luo Qiu smiled: "I wish you a happy bath."

"You can run in and take a look at any time." Nero shrugged, "I don't think I'm closing the door~"

…

Hot water flowed down from the top. Nero closed his eyes. After a long time, he turned off the nozzle and watched the water dripping from his wet head.

"Sure enough, if you relax completely... you will still have dreams..."

She shook her head, turned her head directly to the back of her head, and then used her fingers to write the numbers 1o31 on the fog-covered mirror.

She wiped it off with her palm, shrugged, then took a towel and hung it around her neck, then walked out of the bathroom, "Boss, is breakfast here? I'm hungry!"

So...are you really not going to get dressed?

Boss Luo sighed.