Trafford’s Trading Club

If it was such an accident, it would have been reported on the news. Whether it's on TV or in newspapers.

There are clear death times on some memorial tablets in the cemetery, which is a good time for Dazhe to check.

Oxygen Sheep Internet Cafe, Dazhe was sitting in a single seat in this Internet cafe, searching for the information he wanted.

"Sir, you ordered green tea."

The waiter was probably a little girl. After bringing a bottle of green tea, she quietly looked at the man wearing a scarf. I always felt that he was completely different from the young people who came here to play games.

"Is there anything else?" Dazhe asked curiously when he noticed that the waiter hadn't left yet.

"No...no." The little waitress could only shake her head and leave.

Hmm... I can't resist this kind of boy who is young but very mature, and speaks with magnetism...

Dazhe looked rather strangely at the little girl who was still hiding quietly in the distance and occasionally peeking at her even after she left. Could it be that his identity as the Black Soul Messenger had been discovered?

But it shouldn’t be? At least I heard No. 18 say that the person who can see the specialness of the Black Soul Messenger is definitely a human with extraordinary power, and the waiter of this Internet cafe is just an ordinary and ordinary girl no matter how you look at it.

Maybe it's an illusion?

Dazhe shook his head and began to browse the information he was looking for. Retrieved from father's car accident and child suffocated to death.

The time was three years ago. Dazhe opened the web pages one by one and began to go through all the information recorded on the web pages, trying to restore the accident three years ago in his mind.

"On Friday night three years ago, a man named Zhu and his three-year-old son were on their way home from dinner at his parents' house..."

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"Well, we're on the way...Jihua Road. Xiaoxing? You're not asleep yet. You just fell asleep after eating, so you asked me to go home so late. If there's no traffic jam, what kind of cars are there at this late hour? It's empty. Very. Xiaoxing? He is playing behind... Oh, Xiaoxing, don't pull my hair. Okay, okay, let's not talk about it now, we will be home soon."

The proud mischievous sound of a child.

But as a father, he would not be angry at all because of this little prank. No matter he is a husband or she is a wife, as long as the child can always keep a smile on his face, no matter how many times he plays pranks.

As long as this child can have hope for life, as long as this child has not realized the difficulties of this society and life... As long as this child has not realized that he is many different from others.

"Dad, when will I learn to walk?"

"Well, as long as you practice every day, Xiaoxing, it will be very fast. But if you are lazy that day, it will take a long time."

This child was born unable to walk...he was a defective child. But even so, he and his wife never gave up.

Because they both firmly believe that no matter what kind of life it is, perfect or with flaws... when this little life is born into this world, it is already a great miracle.

Children's flaws will only make them, as parents, more caring.

"It will take a long time."

The child lowered his head.

"When you can walk, daddy will take you to fly a kite and go fishing at the beach, okay?"

Xiaoxing quickly raised her head and said coquettishly: "I still want to eat pudding!"

"Did you forget that you can't eat late-night snacks? It's not good for your health!"

"I want to eat..." Xiaoxing bit her finger and said, "Dad, can you buy it for me?"

"Okay, don't you tell your mother when you get back?" He turned around and parked the car in a parking space on the side of the road, next to a convenience store, "Here, pull the hook."

The father held the child's little finger and closed the car door. Children who are inconvenient to walk must stay in the car.

It didn't take much time to buy a pudding. He walked out of the convenience store quickly.

While he was still waiting at the red light, he saw his car across the road... In fact, he bought two puddings and would eat them with his son later.

It is also a very precious memory for father and son to secretly eat together without telling their mother...a childhood memory between father and son. In the future, we must be able to cherish every moment together, right?

After the light turned green, he took steps... something was hurting his eyes.

It was extremely bright, extremely bright light... A red sports car roared like a galloping beast at this moment.

Bang! !

small star……

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"Manager, manager?"

In the morning, during the regular morning meeting of the advertising company, tboy called Zhu Maolin with some surprise. In front of the projection in the conference room, the colleague who was making a report looked nervously at the department manager who had been working very hard.

Everyone noticed that Manager Zhu was holding his chin with his hand, not saying a word, and his face was frighteningly dark. Everyone was a little uneasy, wondering if the manager was dissatisfied with the report.

Although Zhu Maolin is not capable of swearing directly, this manager can make people question their lives in a way that makes them uncomfortable.

"What?" Zhu Maolin was startled at this time and looked at tboy in confusion, "What did you just say? I'm sorry, I thought of something and didn't pay attention."

Manager Zhu Maolin actually got distracted during the meeting and apologized to everyone. This is something that rarely happens! For those who have only been employed for more than a year, it can even be said to be a miracle!

"Oh...it's nothing, it's just Xiao Zhang's report." Tboy is an old man who follows Zhu Maolin. When he can say something, he can only bite the bullet and say something.

"Well, okay, I will re-read this report later. If there are any questions, I will know how to find them." Zhu Maolin nodded, then stood up, "I'm sorry, I didn't rest well last night. Today Let’s end our morning meeting here...Amy, you can help me fill out a leave request form later, I’ll ask for leave today.”

After saying that, Zhu Maolin picked up the things in his hands and left the conference room.

In the conference room, everyone looked at each other, as if they were looking at monsters, and began to talk quietly... Is this manager completely abnormal today?

"Could it be that this is a sign of the coming storm?"

"This... shouldn't be possible, right? I think maybe you really haven't had a good rest, right? Didn't you notice that the manager's eyes are bloodshot today?"

"What day does he not sleep less? This workaholic must have no sex/life!"

"Stop talking, stop talking, the manager hasn't gone out yet! Let's get to work."

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"... Later, after the father was sent to the hospital, he quickly woke up and his life was not in danger. However, the child accidentally suffocated to death in the car, and the driver who caused the accident has been arrested, but he cannot make up for this time. Tragedies happen. Cherish life and stay away from drunk driving. Don’t cause a family tragedy just because of the excitement you pursue. So many tragedies happen around you and me every day. Can’t they sound the alarm for our sanity? ? Contributor, Ren Ziling."

Ren Ziling?

After Dazhe read this report, he was stunned... He seemed to have heard this name somewhere? But he was just curious for a moment, and soon started thinking about Zhu Maolin.

This must be the sticking point between them... Dazhe nodded and raised his hand, "Please, pay!"

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The car stopped in front of the entrance of the cemetery. Zhu Maolin hesitated for a moment, and finally stepped through the entrance gate of the cemetery and came to the location of the mourning hall.

Unexpectedly, he saw a familiar figure here, standing blankly in front of the spiritual tablet that he did not want to face.

Maybe a long time has passed.

She is here too...

Sure enough, it was because of what happened last night...and I was here too.

Because I remember again.

When she turned around, she saw Zhu Maolin already standing behind her. The moment their eyes collided, Hou Chen Yuhan trembled slightly, and then their eyes quickly diverged.

Zhu Maolin just nodded, walked past his wife, and placed a stick of incense in front of her soul.

Hou Chen Yuhan suddenly whispered: "Xiao Xing, he should be very happy that you can come."

This is his second time...really coming, even though he clearly knows he is in this place.

Zhu Maolin, who was lighting incense with a lighter, was stunned for a moment. It wasn't until the flames burned and burned his fingers that he realized and subconsciously glanced at the photo on the spiritual tablet. In this black and white photo before the death, one can find the most perfect and happy smiling face of this child.

Zhu Maolin hurriedly put the incense on the incense burner. r