Trafford’s Trading Club

After escaping, he hid alone on the rooftop of a nearby building, trembling for some reason, remembering what happened in the garage not long ago.

It's as if it's right in front of you.

Pools of blood, frightened eyes, screams...

Mo Xiaofei subconsciously covered his forehead, trying to calm down, trying to convince himself, "It's your fault... It's your fault... Why resist... It's your stubbornness... It's your fault... …”

I don't know how long it took, but Mo Xiaofei began to feel that his head no longer hurt so much. He stood up, took a deep breath, and once again glided down between the buildings in the night.

Back to the alley.

The owner called the police and called for an ambulance. He watched the medical staff put the man into the ambulance on a stretcher. Some people gathered at the scene to watch.

"To be honest, officer, I really don't know! When I caught up with him, this guy was already lying on the ground, covered in blood! I was the one who was robbed. Many people saw him. If you don't believe me, ask Ask the street people nearby!"

At this time, Mo Xiaofei was also among the onlookers.

This is how they discussed it.

"It's so miserable. With such a big vitreous body inserted, there's blood all over the floor!"

"Wicked people, please bear with me..."

Mo Xiaofei didn't continue reading. It's hard for evil people to suffer... It's just your fault.

But for some reason, Mo Xiaofei was in a very bad mood tonight. After he hurriedly brought the few guys he caught before to the abandoned factory, he ignored them and just wanted to rush home.

Yes, it's just your fault.

…

Just like usual, downstairs, Mo Xiaofei hid a set of clothes and tools, and then flew along the wall to the window of his room.

It's not high, just the third floor... I don't know when the window in the room will be opened. Mo Xiaofei couldn't help but be stunned. He remembered that he should have closed the windows when he left.

Mo Xiaofei frowned, stepped over the window frame, opened the curtains, and landed on the ground. Just when he was about to turn on the desk lamp in the room, the incandescent lamp in the room lit up with a bang. Mo Xiaofei was startled, but now he saw his father, Mo Hongqi, actually in the room.

He turned on the light... He saw himself coming in through the window. Because there was a layer of curtains between them, maybe he didn't look like he was 'flying', just pretending he was just crawling in.

But even this made Mo Xiaofei feel a different kind of uneasiness... He didn't know how to explain this matter to his father.

Subconsciously, he hid the backpack containing a set of tools behind him, "Dad, I..."

"Are you hungry? It's so late." Unexpectedly, Mo Hongqi suddenly said: "I just made some food myself, let's eat together."

Mo Xiaofei nodded subconsciously.

The lights in my father's studio are still on, probably because he is rushing to make the customer's sculptures, so are you rushing to work tonight? The father and son sat at the table now. Because of Mo Hongqi's limited mobility, what they ate was quite simple, just some chopped green onion noodles with some sauce.

"You didn't close the windows at night, and a wild cat ran in from nowhere." Mo Hongqi ate noodles and whispered, "I called you a few times but you didn't respond."

Mo Xiaofei lowered his head and could only say: "That wild cat..."

"Maybe I was frightened when I went in and jumped out." Mo Hongqi looked at Mo Xiaofei and smiled softly.

Father always has a kind of faint majesty towards his son. Mo Xiaofei didn't dare to look at his father and said uneasily: "Dad, I...I'm fine, I didn't do anything."

Mo Xiaofei felt that this tone was unconvincing... He didn't know how to confess to his father.

"Eat quickly, then clean up and go to bed. Don't wake your mother." Mo Hongqi said softly: "We have to go to school tomorrow, so don't waste your energy."

Mo Xiaofei's nose felt sour for some reason, and he blurted out: "Dad, actually tonight..."

Unexpectedly, Father Mo shook his head at this moment and suddenly said: "The teacher at the school called today and said that it is not very safe recently, so parents should watch it carefully. I guess there should be a murder two days ago, according to reports There are several students who died, they should be from your school."

Father Mo glanced at his child and seemed to shrink when he saw his eyes, "You have been very sensible since you were a child. If there is something you can't solve by yourself, you can discuss it with me or your mother. Being a man doesn't mean anything. You have to take care of everything yourself. And no matter what you do, you must pay attention to safety."

"I...I won't go out quietly anymore." Mo Xiaofei lowered his head.

Mo Hongqi said softly: "Eat quickly."

Mo Xiaofei nodded. After quickly finishing my meal and packing up, I returned to the room and lay on the bed, but couldn't fall asleep.

…

Meow~

Boss Luo, who was not a member of the Cat Star Party, looked at the cute little black wild cat at his feet, squatted down, stretched out his hand to tease its neck twice, then took out a small package of milk biscuits, took out one piece and placed it on the on the ground.

He stroked the kitten's fur and looked at the room that was still dimly lit and served as a studio, silently and silently.

How will Mo Xiaofei choose the next path?

The leader of the club actually feels familiar - as if he has suddenly gained magical power.

Different people, the same encounter, what will they choose?

"We'll see."

Luo Qiu sprinkled another biscuit, looked at the kitten chewing it, and suddenly said softly: "There are bigger problems ahead."

Standing up, Boss Luo finally said to the kitten: "Find an owner, because you never know when an accident will happen to you."

…

…

Taking a deep breath, Mo Xiaofei walked into the hospital.

It should be this hospital...the man who was sent here last night.

Robbery is not a crime that should lead to death, and Mo Xiaofei never thought it would end like this at first. He comforted himself, but he kept feeling uneasy, so he came hesitantly while school was out at noon.

"The one from last night should be in the intensive care unit... Who are you to him?"

Facing the nurse's inquiry, Mo Xiaofei suddenly said: "You lost your things."

The nurse girl at the front desk was stunned and subconsciously looked down. The cup on the counter suddenly fell to the ground and broke. The nurse girl screamed, and when she came to her senses, Mo Xiaofei was gone.

In that corridor.

Two nurses pushed the cart past, talking... about arriving at the ward soon.

"It's so tragic. My mother was obviously waiting for a life-saving operation, but when she turned around, even my father was lying down."

"Oh, it seems that I couldn't raise the money for the operation, so I took the risk and went to rob... I didn't expect it."

"This little girl is so strong, she is obviously so uneasy..."

Mo Xiaofei trembled slightly and subconsciously looked towards the ward... For the first time, he clearly saw the hazy figure that he had been unable to see clearly.

For the first time, he couldn't see her past strength.

Looking at the pale girl sitting next to the hospital bed with red eyes but holding back tears, Mo Xiaofei stepped back and backed away.

He knocked on the seat in the corridor and sat down weakly. He felt that his body was shaking violently, and it seemed that he could hardly breathe.

The body also seemed to be hollowed out.

"Luo Yu... why... it's you..."

Mo Xiaofei suddenly grasped his hair tightly, and saw bright red in front of his eyes, as if he was caught in a whirlpool... The garage, the abandoned factory, the alley last night, the prisoners who were hanging in the prison 'They.

He lowered his head and saw a drop of blood dripping on the floor.

One drop after another.

It was the blood that flowed from his nose. Mo Xiaofei touched and wiped it in panic... and a pair of blood-stained hands came out after wiping it.

'Evil people have a hard time...it's your fault...'

'What a miserable little girl, her mother is still waiting for help...'

'Please, let me go...let me go, I don't dare anymore, don't hit me, don't hit me...'

'What a miserable little girl...'

'Evil people have a hard time...it's your fault...'

'What a miserable little girl...'

'Evil people have a hard time...it's your fault...'

'Evil people have a hard time...it's your fault...'

'What a miserable little girl...'

…

He felt unprecedentedly cold, confused and...fearful.

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PS1: Someone complained in private chat today, saying that I am a maniac who abuses supporting characters, and said, ‘I want to send a blade! 'such as.

PS2: Of course I know this is a joke...probably.

PS3: Student Mo Xiaofei, I hope he has a fairly notarized result... Of course, saying it is notarized is just what I think, and it is difficult to agree with everyone.

PS4: I'm walking on eggshells writing...

PS5: So I still shamelessly ask for recommendation votes...