Trafford’s Trading Club

When a model component that Dr. French was holding suddenly slipped from his hand, everything seemed to stop.

It seemed that it suddenly turned into gray, a gray without temperature, and it was like the moment after an explosion, all the sounds were drowned out.

Dr. French slowly fell to the ground, as if he was weightless.

The world was slowing down, his body paused, and finally he lay on the ground. The impact made his cheeks shake. Mr. Offee reached out his hand, but failed to grab it.

"dad!"

"PhD!!"

The voices of everyone shouting came like a tide, and everything became dazzling again. The lights in the research room were as white as day, as bright as the sun.

Dr. French looked at the light above his head, a circle of light bloomed in his pupils, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He slowly closed his eyes.

…

They were unwilling to let Dr. French's life die, and wanted to try to save Dr. French at the last moment.

The traffic in the city has become congested again, but the road leading to the hospital is extremely smooth.

Outside the door of the operating room, there was not only Mr. Offei, but also the dean of the scientific research institute and a group of anxious researchers. Not long after, another old friend of Dr. French, Matthew, the curator of the Science and Technology Museum, also heard the news and rushed over.

The relationship between curator Matthew and Dr. French is much closer than that between him and the dean of the Research Institute. Matthew is Frankie's best friend.

He came to Mr. Aoife, hugged him silently, and patted Mr. Aoife's shoulder vigorously, giving him the comfort an elder could give.

"I didn't expect something like this to happen."

Matthew sighed in front of Mr. Offee: "That day...it didn't take long before he brought little Louis to visit me. I also promised him to discuss with Mr. Billy again, how could he now Just fall down? I haven't convinced Billy yet...why can he fall down now?"

Mr. Aoife didn't speak. All he could think about was Dr. French's smile after his fall, and he felt calmer than anyone else.

Looking at the crowd of people in the corridor, Mr. Offee walked to the corner silently and lit a cigarette. He got it from someone else. In fact, Mr. Offee had quit smoking for a long time.

He realized that it was just his naive request that made Dr. French embark on this never-ending road.

But the doctor is still moving forward... Perhaps, at first, he was just doing it for a kid's joke, but with the emergence of more and more like-minded researchers on this road, maybe the persistence in his heart is no longer just for a joke. Commitment to children.

He later even bore the life of the entire team.

Mr. Offee suddenly remembered a sentence he heard somewhere: Any change in human history is not an idyll, it is accompanied by tears and pain.

"How silly..." muttered Mr. Offee.

I am talking about myself, Dr. French, and those who are struggling at the forefront.

"Sir..." Bara didn't know when she came to the hospital and brought Louis with her. She looked at Mr. Aoife with some fear and mustered up the courage to say: "I think... I should bring Louis."

Mr. Aoife glanced at his son. The child may not have understood what was going on, but he just looked at the surrounding environment with unprecedented fear.

Mr. Offee stretched out his hand to soothe Louis' head. The child suddenly jumped on Mr. Offee's body and grabbed Mr. Offee's clothes tightly.

After a long wait, the lights in the operating room suddenly dimmed. As the door of the operating room opened, the brain expert and the attending doctor of this consultation slowly walked out.

The attending doctor took off his mask and shook his head towards Mr. Aoife, who was a family member, with a sad look on his face. At this time, even people who had been psychologically prepared still felt that this was a verdict after hearing the verdict. joke.

The dean and curator Matthew both raised their heads, naturally not relieved, but suddenly felt that something was missing in their lives.

Bara immediately covered her mouth and couldn't stop crying. She had been working for this family for several years, so her feelings were naturally much deeper than others.

Louis leaned his head on Mr. Offee's body, never wanting to lift it up.

However, Mr. Aoife suddenly patted Louis on the shoulder, "Son, aren't you going to say goodbye to your grandpa?"

Little Louis raised his head and looked at Mr. Aoife, who had a smile on his face... Suddenly he felt that this was the most ugly smile he had ever seen on his father's face.

He didn't know how to describe it, but it felt like the smile was like a piece of white paper with nothing on it.

The hospital quickly announced the time of death... When the patient passed away, except for the patient's family members, there was no one else to worry about.

Some researchers began to leave sadly under the arrangement of the dean.

The dean also stayed until late at night, and finally left together with Matthew, the curator of the Science and Technology Museum. The two of them met to find a quieter place to sit for a while.

They went to drink.

They said it had been a long time since they had a drink with Frankie. They said they would go to the small bar that Frankie liked to go to. They said it must still be open. They said they would drink enough wine for three people tonight. Why did Frankie abandon them like this?

Talking and talking.

…

A white bed, covered with white sheets, and the body covered by the sheets did not have any ups and downs.

In the room where the doctor's body was placed, Mr. Offee stood silently, and little Louis leaned on Mr. Offee at this time, sobbing from time to time.

Maybe this is just a dream, an illusion, maybe the body under the sheets will suddenly start to breathe in the next second... Mr. Offee thought.

No one came to disturb Mr. Aoife and little Louis saying goodbye to Dr. French. After a long time, little Louis fell asleep because he was too tired. He was only a child after all.

"Sir, my condolences." Bara took little Louise from Mr. Aoife's hand.

Mr. Aoife let out a long breath, and then ordered the secretary who was waiting outside the door: "Send Bara and Louis back. I want to stay here for a while."

At this time, the secretary did not forcefully come up to stop anything, but just nodded, "Sir, after I see off Ms. Barra and Louis, I will come back to pick you up."

Mr. Offee nodded and waved them away.

He sat alone outside the door of the morgue and rubbed his cheeks... The surroundings were very quiet. There was not even a pedestrian in the corridor. It was a completely quiet world.

It must have been arranged by the secretary, who blocked the corridor and did not allow anyone to break in and disturb him... Although there was some suspicion of abuse of power, Mr. Ao Fei was not angry about it at this time, nor did he think it was a good thing... It's just that I don't want to think too much.

Across a door, there is a world of death inside, and in this world, Dr. French may be walking away... Mr. Offee leaned his head against the wall, looking aimlessly at the light on the ceiling of the corridor.

"Hmm...I smell death."

Suddenly, a deep man's voice sounded in the corridor, accompanied by the rhythmic sound of heels hitting the floor.

Because it was quiet, the voice was very clear, and it suddenly brought Mr. Offee back to reality after he had lost his mind.

Mr. Aoife saw a strange guy: he had the ubiquitous carnival mask on his face, and he was wearing a strange costume, which looked like a modified version of the white robes worn by church bishops during important ceremonies.

This guy wearing a carnival mask slowly walked up to Mr. Offee, with his hands behind his back and a bit of mystery.

This made Mr. Aoife frown subconsciously, "Who are you?"

As soon as he said these words, Mr. Aoife's heart moved. He suddenly remembered something his secretary had mentioned to him, the video of Mr. Besson who was treated for being shot.

"I smell death..." A deeper and deeper voice came from behind the carnival mask, "But I can drive away death."

"Pretending to be a ghost." Mr. Aoife stared at the guy in front of him and instantly picked up the phone.

But before the call was connected, Mr. Offee's phone was quickly taken away, or rather, taken away from his hand.

The person who did it was not the guy wearing a carnival mask in front of him, but another man who walked up to him at some point.

This man was wearing a gray-black robe and a hood, looking like a wizard who stepped out of a fairy tale book. After this guy took away Mr. Offee's cell phone, he quickly turned it off.

"What do you want to do!" Mr. Aoife stood up suddenly.

At this time, more and more guys wearing gray and black robes and covering their faces appeared in front of Mr. Aoife.

One of them put his hands on Mr. Offee's shoulders and sat him down.

"Someone! Come..."

In just an instant, Mr. Offee had these strangely dressed guys cover their mouths, and it was even difficult for him to struggle.

The man wearing a carnival mask slowly reached out and pressed Mr. Offee's forehead, and said calmly: "Stupid sinner, I forgive you."

A faint white light spread from his palm and imprinted on Mr. Aoife's forehead. With the appearance of this faint light, the 'wizards' around him began to whisper.

Awe-inspiring, praising voices.

Mr. Offee felt very bad at this moment because he had seen too many fanatical and irrational religious elements... These guys were obviously 'believers' in a certain religious organization.

But that was not all that made Mr Offee feel bad.

He felt very good at this time, more energetic than ever before. The melancholy in his heart seemed to be driven away instantly, and he even became energetic... as if he had just attended a dance, and he was in a happy mood.

But this is clearly an anomaly.

"you……"

"I said, I can drive away death. At the same time, I can also drive away sadness."

With that said, the man wearing the carnival mask turned and walked towards the morgue door. The two wizards beside him opened the morgue door for him.

Mr. Aoife only heard this mysterious guy slowly say: "I know you have a lot of doubts, but it doesn't matter. I will use a miracle to eliminate all the doubts in your heart and let you see the real extraordinary light." , understand how great the miracle of life is.”

"What do you want to do!!" Mr. Aoife suddenly became anxious... How did these people come in so silently?

Mr. Aoife's body was suddenly lifted up by the 'wizards' and sent to the morgue. All the 'wizards' also walked in at this time.

In front of Dr. French's bed, the 'wizards' gathered around in circles. The mysterious man in a carnival mask stood in front of the bed, and Mr. Offee was still imprisoned by several 'wizards' at this time. Body.

After taking a look at Mr. Offee's surprised and uncertain expression, the man in the carnival mask seemed very satisfied. He nodded, and then lifted the sheet over Dr. French's head, making the doctor's pale face visible.

"You are desecrating the dead! You are breaking the law!" Mr. Aoife struggled wildly, but the person who was restraining him was extremely strong.

The man in the carnival mask... Bucky glanced at Mr. Offee again at this time. Without saying anything, he quietly lowered his head and glanced at his palm.

From the sleeve, a note slipped into Bucky's palm. After taking a glance, he cleared his throat and said in a deep voice: "Ah...what a beautiful and noble soul, but your life is so fragile... …”

Having said this, Bucky was silent for a moment, then quietly glanced at the note on his palm, and then continued: "...Lost Lamb, I will lead you to a new world and give you a new world." life, giving you precious time..."

One after another, Mr. Aoife listened to the strange words that this mysterious man kept saying...but for some reason, he became quiet.

What makes Mr. Aoife unbelievable is that at this moment, he actually has some vague and ridiculous expectations in his heart.

"Frankie! Feel the glory of my God, and then return to this world as a servant of my God!"

Suddenly, Bucky shouted loudly, raised his hands in the air, then shook suddenly, and finally pressed his hands violently on Dr. French's chest.

In an instant, the white light surged in the morgue.

At this moment, the people dressed as 'wizards' all around knelt down on the ground and knelt down towards Bucky... No one was restraining Mr. Aoife anymore, and they were all shocked by this scene.

Mr. Aoife's expression was frightened and pale. He walked slowly to the bed and looked at Dr. French's face... He suddenly opened his mouth, only to see Dr. French's eyelids suddenly twitch at this time.

Then the doctor's fingers also moved.

Mr. Offee walked to the other side of the hospital bed in disbelief, looking at the mysterious man in the carnival mask opposite, and then at Dr. French, whose face gradually turned rosy.

Finally, when Dr. French suddenly opened his eyes, Mr. Offee suddenly lost his mind.

"Aoife...where is this..."

Resurrection from the dead is just around the corner.