Trafford’s Trading Club

The light in the cell was dimmed to a very low level, but for a vampire who hated sunlight, it was obvious that he would not feel energetic at this moment.

Because it's daytime outside.

The biological clock that is completely different from humans makes the vampire Gloria, whose power is imprisoned, feel very tired... and hungry.

She even felt cold. This was because the vampire's ability was sealed away. Even if she drank blood, the special organs that could not work could not convert the drank blood into the physical strength needed by the vampire.

Or, even if it can be converted, it is a very inefficient conversion.

Some people are like addicts, sinking into the poison called 'blood', and the body cannot resist the dependence on 'blood'. This should originally lead to madness... But for Gloria's current situation, her consciousness is sober.

Precisely because her consciousness was sober, she felt even more uncomfortable with the 'food' given by the man in front of her.

Song Haoran would come once a day. After asking some questions, he would cut his palm and leave some 'food' for Gloria.

He would even come over later with paper and pen to write down some important things that Gloria said.

"So, even if vampires are immortal, food is still the factor that restricts their development." Song Haoran turned his ballpoint pen with his finger, "Where exactly are the farms of the Thirteen Clans... I mean, the farms of pure-blooded humans Various residences.”

This is already an important secret of the Thirteen Clan... Gloria gritted her teeth at this time, resisting the pain caused by hunger, while hesitating whether to speak frankly because, during this period of time, she has been Under this man's questioning, he revealed too many things that ordinary people should not know.

Strictly speaking, Gloria has already committed the crime of betraying the race. What's even worse is that she herself belongs to the supervisory agency of the thirteen clans, which is equivalent to an additional crime.

At this time, Gloria huddled in the corner between the window and the wall, hugging her body, looking pale, and trembling a few times. The fangs used by vampires to suck blood have been exposed long ago, "I...I don't know...this is a secret, not...not something that can be known at my level."

"Really don't know?" Song Haoran suddenly smiled evilly, then took the remote control placed next to him and pressed one of the buttons.

At this moment, a window on one side of the cell suddenly opened slowly, and the reddish light of the rising sun instantly shone in. Under the light, dust could be seen dancing in the air.

As the window opened further, the light gradually began to spread in front of Gloria. She suddenly shivered and contracted herself even more compactly.

When the sunlight spread to her feet on the bed, Gloria even shrunk her toes in fear, and her pink toenails glowed with a glistening light due to the presence of the sunlight.

"I only know one, which is my family's breeding ground. I don't know anything else!" Gloria was still afraid of direct sunlight after all.

Song Haoran smiled and pressed the stop button casually. The spread of sunlight instantly stopped in front of Gloria's toes, but the window was not closed, and the golden light was still in front of Gloria.

Her whole body was still contracting in fear, and the nervous feeling not only did not subside, but became more and more intense.

"Where?"

"Brother Mo... Luo." Gloria's voice trembled.

Song Haoran said calmly: "Be specific."

"Tangier... After setting sail from Tangier, sail eastward. About half a day later, there was a small island..."

After Song Haoran wrote this down casually, he took a look at Gloria's appearance at this time, and then closed the window and door.

As the sunlight faded, Gloria's tense expression finally relaxed slightly.

Song Haoran suddenly said at this moment: "I won't come back for a few days, and then I will come again. Then I will leave for a while... But don't worry, I will have your three meals a day delivered to you."

Gloria still looked at Song Haoran in fear... It seemed ridiculous for a vampire to be afraid of a human being, but this man had such an ability.

With that said, Song Haoran took out a small dagger, then held the blade in his palm and pulled it out gently. There was a glass cup under his clenched fist.

The bright red blood formed a thread and gradually filled the cup.

Gloria's lips couldn't help but open.

The cup was quickly filled. Song Haoran stood up, holding his wrist while smiling: "This is your breakfast... Oh, no, it should be a midnight snack for you, okay Enjoy.”

He was getting ready to leave.

But before he left completely, Gloria had given up on letting her reason suppress her instinct, climbed out of bed, rushed to the cup, and drank it all in one gulp without hesitation.

After drinking up a cup of blood, Gloria let her body fall to the ground. After vampires drink blood, they will have a very short period of pleasure. For them, it is almost the greatest enjoyment.

Song Haoran watched this scene with interest and chuckled: "Although I have seen it several times, every time I see you like this I have the urge to experience this ultimate pleasure."

Gloria slowly opened her eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling.

She lay motionless on the ground, and suddenly said: "You... are not a normal person."

"Oh?" Song Haoran shrugged, "How do you say it?"

Gloria still didn't move, only her eyes were moving... and moved to Song Haoran's body, from top to bottom, "It's impossible for a normal person's wound to heal so quickly, and a normal person would be overwhelmed by bleeding for so many days in a row."

"Maybe it's because I'm born with a better constitution." Song Haoran smiled casually, turned around and opened the door, "Goodbye, Miss Gloria, it's really a pleasure to discuss the issue of vampires with you."

After the steel door closed, Gloria stood up slowly... She glanced at the surveillance camera in the corner. This thing will automatically close when Song Haoran comes in, but once he leaves, it will open again.

At this time, Gloria walked to the end of the bed and sat down. The surveillance camera could only see Gloria's body exposed at the end of the bed, but could not see her palms quietly reaching the foot of the bed.

The single bed in this cell was made of flat steel... At this time, Gloria's fingers were twisting a screw on the foot of the bed.

But she lowered her head and showed no expression.

…

After leaving the cell, the wound on Song Haoran's palm had healed again. He shook his palm casually and did not feel the paralysis caused by excessive bleeding.

"It turns out that it was judged by the speed of wound healing and the amount of blood bleeding..." Song Haoran muttered at this moment: "I thought it was because of the blood. So, is my blood still human blood..."

He was thinking about something that happened to him, but Gloria couldn't give him any useful clues.

Maybe he could ask Mr. Blind for advice, but Song Haoran has no intention of telling the secret of his immortality... Can Mr. Blind's Taoist heart resist such a temptation?

While he was thinking about it, Song Haoran's cell phone rang. It was Oni who called and said that the car was ready and ready to go.

Later, he will rush to Chinatown with Baishuitang to find out what happened to the remaining evildoers. Of course, the eldest son of the Song family will not be alone in danger. Earlier, a team of people had already quietly rushed there.

"I'll be here in a minute." Song Haoran stopped, turned off the phone at the same time, and then walked towards the yard next to him.

This is a study room like a hall where my father keeps books.

Undoubtedly, Song Haoran met Luo Qiu here who had gotten up early in the humble house. Usually, Luo Qiu could be found in this place no matter what happened.

This eldest nephew has a very comfortable bookish air, which reminds Song Haoran of the vast and peaceful grassland under the snow peaks.

"Are you used to it yet?" Song Haoran's voice came in before he crossed the threshold.

Luo Qiu, who was reading a poetry collection, put down his hand and asked curiously: "What are you still used to?"

Song Haoran smiled and said: "Hongxiu Tianxiang is studying. There is no Hongxiu around. I want to ask if you are still used to it. If you are not used to it, I will find another one for you later. I promise that it will not be worse than Gan Hong."

"What do you need from me?" Luo Qiu said casually.

"Oh, you are obviously avoiding the question, but why do you do it so naturally every time?" Song Haoran walked in with a look of helplessness, and suddenly his heart moved, "Luo Qiu, do you want to go out with me?"

"That's okay." Luo Qiu nodded, "But are you going to do something?"

"No, I just want you to follow me." Song Haoran smiled and said, "Because, I suddenly have a feeling that as long as I take you with me, good luck will come... Anyway, you have nothing to do. Isn’t it?”

"...premonition?"

Song Haoran nodded and said: "You don't know yet? My hunch is very accurate... Come on, don't be a nerd, I will take you to do something fun!"

"Well, wait until I pack my things."

Luo Qiu stood up, put the poetry collection in his hand back to its original place, then extinguished the lit sandalwood next to him, put away the teapot and teacup, and then followed Song Haoran out calmly.

But what the hell is it that as long as you wear it, you will have good luck...has it become a mascot?

…

What Baishuitang didn't expect was that the Song family would move so quickly. Early in the day, Song Haoran, the eldest son of the Song family, asked him to take him to China Street in person.

In addition, what Baishuitang didn't expect was that the person accompanying him this time was the 'Master Qiu' as the servant called him.

Regarding this 'Master Qiu' matter, in the middle of the night, Baishuitang quietly inquired with an old man he knew well in the humble house, and found that even the old employees in the humble house didn't know much.

They just knew that he came back with the eldest son Song Haoran, and that he entered the mourning hall on the first day he came back. Later, Mr. Song announced his identity.

The servants have many guesses about Master Qiu's identity, but Baishuitang wants to think more. Song Tianyou's thoughts are almost a set of traditional ethics. Places like the mourning hall, even Song Ying, if it is not important Entry is not allowed on days.

The fact that Young Master Qiu entered the mourning hall as soon as he arrived really surprised Baishuitang. This meant that Young Master Qiu was recognized as the real male of the Song family.

"But... this is fine." Baishuitang sat in the car he came in with a gloomy look on his face.

He glanced at the rearview mirror of the car and saw that Song Haoran and Luo Qiu were in the car behind him.

Baishuitang sneered and took out the phone from his clothes. After a long time, the person on the phone was finally willing to answer the call.

This is Basil's voice.

"Basil." Baishuitang looked at the driver in front of him calmly. When he called out this name, he could clearly see that the driver's shoulders were shaking a little.

"What else do you want from me? I said I won't continue to cooperate with an insidious guy like you."

"Basil, the guy who is driving for me now is the one you put next to me, right?" Baishuitang sneered at this moment and said: "Maybe you already know everything about me going to Humble House. ...For those in front, it’s best not to slow down the car, otherwise the people behind will become suspicious.”

There was silence on the phone for a while.

After a while, Basil said again on the phone: "Baishuitang, what are you planning?"

Baishuitang said calmly at this time: "I guess you must be thinking that after you broke up with me, I immediately went to the humble house to find Song Tianyou, an old fox, in order to protect myself and tell you about you, right? ?”

Basil sneered: "Do I need to guess?"

Baishuitang snorted coldly: "Basil, you underestimate me too much. The purpose of my going to the humble abode was not to protect myself, but to lure people out. But I thought it would take at least a day before there was any movement from the Song family. , I didn’t expect that the Song family could no longer sit still.”

"You mean...Song Haoran?"

Baishuitang said solemnly: "Wait a minute, I will take him to your hiding place...Whether you can deal with the person or not depends on your ability. Basil, this gift of mine , are you sincere enough?"

"You'd better not play any tricks on me." Basil snorted, and then said: "But if we can really kill Song Haoran this time, our cooperation can continue."

"I hope so."

The call was cut off after a few seconds. At this time, Baishuitang looked at the driver in the rearview mirror, seemingly noticing that Baishuitang was looking at him. The driver's eyes suddenly turned to look ahead.

Baishuitang said: "Basil is quite smart. At least he knows how to find a Chinese instead of a foreigner, so as to lower my vigilance."

The driver wanted to say something, but suddenly froze because he couldn't help but looked in the rearview mirror again, and found that there was already a short pistol in Baishuitang's hand!

His arms were resting on his thighs, and the muzzle of the pistol was pointed upward slightly... If he were to shoot from this distance...

"President Bai! I have something to say!"

"How about I give you double what Basil gives you?" Baishuitang said abruptly: "I still have a dog by my side, do you want to do it?"

"President, I..."

"I think you are quite young. Are your parents still alive? Who else is there in your family? Have you bought insurance? Oh... If you don't tell me, I can find out. It's just a waste of time."

"..." Cold sweat suddenly broke out on the driver's forehead, and he quickly said: "President Bai, I will bite whoever you ask me to bite!"

Baishuitang smiled slightly and said calmly: "Drive, pay attention to safety."

ps1: Thanks to Shirogane Moe of "People Under the Sycamore", the leg pendant named Shiraishi is ready... (0/20)

ps2: Thanks to the owner of the digital book friend ‘20170428005707291’… (0/1)

ps3: And the previous one (2/3)...

ps4: Okay, I made my own rules, and I can count them even when I’m kneeling, isn’t it... (0/22)! By the way, women’s clothing from Taobao is quite cheap...