MTL - Trafford’s Trading Club-Chapter 28 The emperor's road to refining

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Ren Ziling intends to have a good conversation with Luo Qiu. The deputy editor-in-chief of the 29-year-old newspaper said that he was busy with work recently, neglected, and did not become the mother's master. He was soft and gentle enough to kill most of the men.

Then, a box of crisps spiked Ren Ziling's next speech. When she reacted, Luo Qiu had closed the door of the room.

Listening to the old CD player that Lao Luo gave to his son in the room, played the Desperado of Eagles, and Zi Ling silently licked a box of crisps.

Then there is no more then.

"Bad boy, do you want to be so lyrical..."

In fact, there is no one in the room of Luoqiu.

When he returned to the room and opened the CD player, he shuttled back to the club.

Who knows what the ghost is...

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Sitting behind the counter of the club, Luo Qiu said that it was too late, do not want to drink tea, the intimate maid opened the wine cabinet at the side bar for the first time in front of Luo Qiu.

A bottle of vodka, a bottle of black cocoa, and a bottle of fruity gin. Yu night looked at Luo Qiu, with a smile on his face, and then filled the bartender with eight full ice cubes, and in the small cups, each of the three drinks was poured into the tune. In the jug, close the lid and start shaking.

There are not too many fancy styles, but the eyes of the best nights have never left Luoqiu.

As the saying goes, the beauty of the wine is always appropriate, probably said that this is the general situation, Luo Qiu looked at it, the mood has a relaxed and happy feeling.

It was not until the night that the bartender was shaken to the outside to produce a light white frost that stopped. After the preparation, it turned into a light brown wine and poured into a cocktail glass, accompanied by a rhythmic percussion of high heels and wooden floors. This cup of prepared drink was also sent to Luo Qiu.

Luo Qiu joked: "I think I may have to invade the kitchen next time."

Even if the night is not clear, Luo Qiu smiled and said: "Because it is a pleasure to see you doing food or mixing."

Yuki changed from a smile to a smile and walked slowly to the club lobby. There is always an old vinyl record player made of old pine wood.

On the night of the night, I put down the vinyl disc, pressed the stylus, and swayed, soft and with a mysterious movement. The night came back to Luo Qiu and sat opposite him.

The maid showed a lazy look, her legs curled up under the skirt, and the elbows were placed on the round table, holding up her face.

Luo Qiu took a sip of the cocktail. Originally thought to be mixed with vodka and gin, it should be very strong, and did not expect it to be sweet and refreshing. Probably the reason for adding another black cocoa?

He played with the white jade card he got from the donkey and suddenly asked: "Is this world really alive and present? Reincarnation, there are also ten temples?"

You night whispered: "There are many legends in the East that are passed down from ancient times. People will believe it because they believe. But who knows? After all, this is not the way to see it."

Luo Qiu asked: "How did Su Houde explain?"

You night road: "People have thoughts, thoughts are souls. So the soul is not scattered, that is, the mind is not scattered. The world is not without ghosts, sorrows, ghosts and the like. But in the night, these are a group of strong The spiritual body, they left the carrier of the flesh, but they did not dissipate because of their strong emotional obsession."

Hearing here, Luo Qiu sighed: "I have seen some anecdotal magazines, saying that people's spirit is like a wave. When the spiritual wavelengths of the two sides are close or almost identical, maybe you can let One party accepts the wave of thought from the other side. That is to say, there is no such thing as a past and present, but Su Houde has found a carrier that can accept his own thoughts?"

Yuyou smiled and said: "How to believe, is the owner's wishes."

Luo Qiu shook his head and took a cocktail. He smacked his eyebrows and felt the mellow fragrance of the teeth. "I want to come and blame. If there is a reincarnation, there are not many people at first. Now the population has exploded. If the dead person can reincarnate, where did the original come from?"

But maybe it does exist. It is not the existence of the soul that is explained by the spirit, but also an unknown management that is not reincarnation but has the ability to explain this phenomenon.

Thinking of this, Luo Qiu felt that if he thought about it again, he might fall into some unknown dead end.

He did not think of being a philosopher, shook his head and laughed at himself, ending this cranky thought.

Then, the bell placed in the door position is shaken.

The clock fell and the dust came.

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When I came, Zhong Dust used a mobile phone map to directly view the information on this street. He didn't find the existence of the club at all on the map, but instead marked another store—even the street scene.

However, the club has wonderfully replaced the existence of this store.

He once stood at the door of the club and found that one pedestrian after another walked past Jean, and walked into the club he saw, but he quickly came out with only some supplies.

Obviously, the club he saw was in the same position as the shop that the pedestrian saw, but I am afraid it is a different space.

This kind of magic, let the clock fall with a strong awe, deep breathing, once again pushed the club's door.

Still see the man with the clown mask and the beautiful woman dressed by the maid. The clock fell into the dust without feeling in love with this beauty, and opened the door to see the mountain: "Mr. Clown, I have brought my grandfather, and I stayed at a nearby hotel."

Luo Qiu stretched out his hand and let the clock drop the dust to talk, then the black shackles on his hand were lightly stroked, and the more wonderful and unthinkable things suddenly appeared in the eyes of the clock.

The hallway with soft lights, carpeted, and the clock fell slightly and horrified: "Here is the hotel?!"

Luo Qiu walked forward and walked in front of him: "Guest, take me to see your grandfather... but there is a request, I hope there are no more outsiders, except you and your grandfather."

The clock fell into the dust and said: "This time the family is not at ease, have to follow. But Mr. Clown, please rest assured, I have let them all wait on the floor below... but, not much time."

Luo Qiu said: "Know it."

In one of the suites, Luo Qiu finally saw the grandfather of Zhong Chen.

One was lying on the bed, with an infusion bag hanging from the arm and a large number of instruments next to it. The old man looks pale and pale, and can even be said to be bloodless.

He is lying like this, not far from death.

Luo Qiu went to the side of the old man and suddenly thought that the old man he had seen this day was a little more? But this kind of distraction did not affect what he should do.

Luo Qiu reached out to the old man's face, some black light spots, at this time began to fall from the bell's grandfather's forehead position, slowly emerged, was absorbed into Luo Qiu's palm.

At this moment, the door of the suite was suddenly knocked, and a man’s voice was heard: “Dust! I heard the movement, are you coming back? Open the door! Open the door! You don’t let us guard Grandpa, it’s What do you mean?"

The sound of the door was very loud, obviously it was a great effort. "If you don't open the door, don't blame me for coming in! Is there anyone else?"

The clock fell to the door and looked worried. Hearing the sound, he knows that this is his big brother Zhongyunyun... This guy is suspicious and must have used any method to monitor it. Otherwise, he will come back and the big brother will come to the door. It is too coincidental.

"Mr. Clown, I don't know..."

The clock fell and looked around hurriedly. Can you see Luo Qiu’s figure? It’s just that the scene in front of him almost makes his heart jump out.

The old man lying on the bed, I don’t know when he had opened his eyes and sat up. His face was still awkward, but his eyes were still awake.

"Where is this? Where is the dust?" The old man slowly said.

At the same time, Zhong Chenchen heard such a statement.

- Guests, the goods you want we have sent. Transaction complete.

The clock fell into the dust in a dark world, and a roll of sheepskin floated in front of his eyes and then disappeared. He felt like he was being pulled out of something and subconsciously touched his body.

The line of sight became clear at this time, and he returned to this suite.

It seems that it is because the appearance of the falling dust is strange, and the old man slowly opens again: "Dust, what are you looking for?"

The clock fell into a dust and suddenly a spirit, stopped his hands, looked up at the old man, and suddenly fell to the ground.

He...had no feeling of joy at all.

It’s like watching a completely stranger.

“Dusting?” said the old man’s opening for the third time.

The bell fell into the mouth and swallowed. He didn't know what his expression was. He just knew that he had done his best and let himself squeeze out the ecstasy.

"Grandpa! You can wake up, really... great, great!"