Trafford Buyers Club

Chapter 1184

The two soon entered Qian Er's home.

Maybe it's because of Chang Xiaoxiao's relationship, the debt collector hasn't appeared in the past two days, Qian Er is a little bit floating, and the hops and peanut shells in the house are in a mess. When Liu Minghao and Wei Zidao arrive, this guy Still sleeping soundly on the sofa.

But this also facilitates the work of the two.

Wei Zidao first took a strip-shaped metal rod, and stabbed it all over Qian Er's body, "Brother Hao, there is no abnormal energy reaction."

"Looks like he's not a capable person... You can take over." Liu Minghao said casually, then moved a chair, covered his nose with a tissue, and sat down.

Wei Zidao nodded, came to Qian Er, stretched out his hand to pinch a strange seal, muttered something, and then tapped on Qian Er's forehead - this is some kind of little Taoism, the effect is similar to hypnosis.

Of course, the effect of hypnosis varies from person to person, and also from the caster of the spell—in the school, Wei Zidao's grades in this area are very good, considered top-notch, so he graduated early and was officially promoted to be an agent who can go out on duty.

Under the effect of practical Taoism, Qian Er slowly opened his eyes, but his expression was dull and his consciousness was unclear.

Liu Minghao began to ask about some things that night... What Qian Er said was basically consistent with what Chang Xiao's companions gave to the police.

Just when Liu Minghao and Wei Zidao felt that they hadn't encountered any good luck this time, Qian Er's words revealed some things that hadn't been recorded.

"Gun?" Liu Minghao frowned at this moment: "What gun, who gave you the gun?"

Qian Er's eyes were empty, but his words were clear: "A silver gun. I couldn't see his appearance. He said he could kill Chang Xiao for me, so I shot."

"Where's the gun?" Wei Zidao hurriedly asked.

Qian Er shook his head slowly, "I don't know."

Liu Minghao stared at Qian Er for a long time before waving his hand. Wei Zidao cast another spell at this time, and Qian Er fell down on the sofa and fell into a deep sleep.

"Brother Hao, there are some clues now." Wei Zidao said in a deep voice: "The dead in the detention center, as well as Chang Xiao, were all shot to death in the forehead, and the bullets could not be found... and Qian Er said that someone handed over gave him a silver gun."

Liu Minghao nodded, "This gun is most likely a specially refined magic weapon... Maybe this can explain its weird way of killing people. But there is one thing, why the people behind it didn't do it themselves, Instead, he chose to hand over the gun to Qian Er for use? So, was it a similar operation in the detention center?"

Wei Zidao walked back and forth, and said in his heart: "If the murderer did it himself, there would be no such flaws as Qian Er, which is difficult for ordinary people to find, and we may still have no clue... But the murderer did this, could it be? Is it because the murderer himself cannot use the gun directly?"

"Or, to use this gun requires certain conditions." Liu Minghao's mind twisted crazily, "Even, he is very likely to be doing something... something like an experiment?"

"If it is an experiment, then there is a high possibility that another victim will appear." Wei Zidao immediately reacted, "Brother Hao, if this is the case, then it is too dangerous!"

"Don't panic, this is just our conjecture." Liu Minghao shook his head: "If it is true that the gun shoots bullets to kill people, and the bullets disappear automatically after killing people, then this gun is not an ordinary magic weapon. You I think, let’s not talk about the cell in the detention center, just laughing often. The car is sealed, and it can only be said that the bullet suddenly appeared in front of him, killing him head-on... Think about it, this method of ignoring space, in the Among the many ways we have learned, are there any similar ones?"

Wei Zidao thought about it and said: "I heard that some monks with powerful mana can use a Taoism to move people thousands of miles in an instant. And many Taoism also have escape techniques, which can pass through walls .”

"Wall piercing is only suitable for energy bodies like ghosts. It is impossible for normal people, even Taoists or monsters, to do it. The development department has done countless tests in this regard. I can only say that this method The weapon can generate bullet-like energy within a specified range, and after killing it, the energy disappears, and the bullet also disappears naturally." Liu Minghao shook his head, "It's not impossible for things like tearing apart space to happen, it's just necessary The energy is too strong, even the center point of a nuclear bomb explosion does not have this capability."

"It's not that we don't have enough energy, but that our methods of using energy are still very low-level." Wei Zidao said, "I've only heard Dr. Zhao's lectures. He mentioned that with the current methods of human beings, the means of using energy There are still some deficiencies. As for the Dao Yao, they are not just higher than us, but it may not be the end."

Liu Minghao waved his hand, "We won't discuss this matter, as long as we know that someone gave us two dollars for the gun at that time, and this person appeared in the alley before, that's enough - in this way, we don't have a clue ...go to that alley."

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The optimized world in the game made Luo Qiu quite satisfied.

But he didn't stay for too long, just as an outing - he didn't even go to find the 'main god' who was having fun in the castle.

Roya was still the same, she was very unfamiliar with everything when she entered, and she was still unfamiliar with everything after she came out.Only when she was by Luo Qiu's side would she reveal a secret expression of peace of mind.

It was not until she fell asleep that Luo Qiu left Luo Ya's room.

"Master, are you going home?" The maid appeared beside Luo Qiu and asked softly.

This seems to be no different from the past. At that time, Luo Qiu would come in the morning and go back after dinner, and he would go home to rest, regardless of the weather.

"Well, see you tomorrow." Luo Qiu smiled and nodded.

You Ye likes this answer, because tomorrow is very fast for her, and in the long years, such a short wait is only a small dormancy.

She was born in the club, and now three hundred years have passed, and she has experienced two bosses.

The new boss made her gradually recover from a certain coldness, and she naturally wanted to cherish her current master more from the bottom of her heart... and she was even more unwilling to see a new master who would replace him in the future.

You only need to close your eyes gently, and wait for one night, and you will be able to see him again... What else is there to expect?

She wasn't even surprised, she didn't have such a strong idea before, but now she has such an idea... She just thinks it's good, as if she broke through some shackles somewhere and got some kind of permission.

Luo Qiu was also curious, he felt that his maid seemed to have a little bit of smoke and fire... In Luo Qiu's eyes, the maid at this time, excluding the body of the alchemy puppet, in his black and white vision, became more and more beautiful. bright.

The brilliance that can be embraced and possessed wantonly.

He did not choose to leave as usual, but took You Ye's hand, came to her usual sitting position, and watched her dormant quietly until she was immersed in the body of the doll, her soul hazy , is willing to leave.

The candles in the lobby could not be extinguished one by one, let these candlelights accompany her, Luo Qiu gradually disappeared here.

Temporarily means that his day as boss is almost over.

Vaguely, Luo Qiu felt that he had some kind of connection with the altar that he couldn't figure out—it seemed that the relationship was closer than before.

He still couldn't figure out what the altar was thinking, but it seemed that the altar had begun to actively respond to some of his thoughts—maybe it became more dull... such as closing the door.

Closed in the true sense, closed for business in the real sense... As long as you show up by yourself, there will inevitably be a passive situation of transactions, which seems to be a little different.

Luo Qiu felt intuitively that he seemed to be able to freely activate and deactivate this 'passive' ability...it would never happen again, and he was no longer suitable for such a situation.

Luo Qiu couldn't say whether this was good or bad... It seemed that the altar gave him a higher degree of freedom, but if it was a higher degree of freedom, it seemed that he was more suitable for the altar's needs.

Is it possible that his emotions have been worn away unconsciously to a level where he himself already feels dispensable?

But he still has everyone in these years in his heart, and there is nothing different.

He vaguely felt that there seemed to be a certain opportunity, but it disappeared in a flash, and he didn't even notice it, or because of something more irresistible, he had forgotten it.

The moment he stepped out of the club's gate, Luo Qiu even had a strange feeling... the altar, as if he wished he could go on like this.

There is a feeling like a pair of hands hugging gently.

……

In fact, the white Alpha has parked outside the police station for the past two days.

In fact, there are two other similar Alphas, which also exist in different places at the same time-one is at the University of Political Science and Law, and the other is at the traffic police brigade.

There is no doubt that this is Miss Song's arm.

After collecting a lot of information through the hands of the Zhang family, and finally locking down the suspects into three people, Miss Song Ying, who was appointed, was quite persistent and even went into battle in person.

It's just that this kind of monitoring work is actually quite boring-at least these days, I just stay in the car without doing it every day, eating and drinking are bought from the street, and it's not considered delicate food-not even exercising, Song Ying feels It seems that a layer of fat can be squeezed out of my stomach.

Miss Song suddenly felt a little wronged...Why should she be so caring?
So angry!
She adjusted the seat, and she was almost half lying down... Song Ying, who felt moldy, yawned at this moment, and asked casually, "Is this Zhou Yusheng really not coming out again?"

"No, Miss." The person beside him quickly replied, and at the same time saw that this seemed to be the limit of the lady's spirit, and said: "Miss, why don't I send you back to Zhang's house to rest. This kind of Leave the work to us.”

"Isn't this a waste of my hard work these days?" Song Ying snorted coldly, "I'm dead... Don't let me investigate the truth... So fierce, so cruel!!"

In fact, Ms. Song Ying also has her own little theater in her head.

——The noble and glamorous Ms. Song Ying slammed a pile of documents on the table, arrogantly said, "Look! I've already found out your truth! Don't waste any effort!"

——So Luo Qiu looked at it with a look of admiration, "Song Ying, you are really amazing. I never knew that you cared about my affairs like this... I'm sorry, I didn't treat you well before. It's okay Give me a chance?"

——Miss Song Ying: "I know I'm wrong? Unfortunately, it's too late, unless, you..."

"Miss, miss?" The bodyguard felt that there was something wrong with his eldest lady at this time, and after some weird smiles appeared on his face for no reason, he couldn't help it, so he had to call out cautiously.

"Scared? Oh...it's okay, I suddenly thought of something." Song Ying opened the curtain without changing her expression, and glanced out, "By the way, remove the people from the traffic police and concentrate on investigating Gao Wen and Zhou Yusheng."

The bodyguards nodded, agreeing with what Song Ying said - today, they discovered that Gao Wen and Zhou Yusheng had appeared in the cemetery successively.

"Okay, let's go and order."

Song Ying went on to say: "Run away later, don't buy me rice and soy milk...it makes me want to vomit!"

The lights had already come on, the streets were in a hurry and the streets were deserted, and it was almost time for dinner.

"Understood." The bodyguard nodded, and said casually: "There is a shop selling slobbering chicken at the intersection in front, miss, would you like to try it?"

Song Ying waved her hands indifferently, "It's up to you, it's not just soy milk and rice."

"I'm going right away." The bodyguard left immediately.

There were two bodyguards sitting in the driver's seat in front of him, they were all experienced people, so it shouldn't be a big problem for me to leave for a short time... Thinking about it, the bodyguards are just pushing the door to pull the car.

But at this moment, the car door was knocked a few times... The sound of knocking on the car door immediately made the bodyguard frowned, and at the same time made Song Ying's expression a little more serious.

The bodyguard blocked Song Ying with one hand, and at the same time pressed the other hand on the back of her waist, and then suddenly opened the car door of Alphard, and said sternly: "Who!"

I saw a smiling young man in plain clothes, carrying two bags, standing outside the car door - Luo Qiu.

"Qiu...Master Qiu?" Naturally, the bodyguard recognized the new young master of the Song family at first sight, and couldn't help feeling a little out of reach.

Of course Song Ying was out of reach. Her eyes widened, she opened her mouth, and squeezed for a long time before she managed to speak out, "You bastard, where did you come from?"

"Passing by, I saw you here, so I came to see you." Luo Qiu smiled slightly, "I guess you didn't eat anything, so I bought some by the way."

"Young Master Qiu has a heart." The attitude of the bodyguards changed naturally. They were trained and instilled with the idea that they would serve the people of the Song family... quite a style of domestic slaves in ancient times.

"Are you so kind?" Song Ying snorted coldly, "Didn't you come to see my joke?"

"Thank you for helping me so much." Luo Qiu said softly.

Song Ying's aura was defeated in an instant, "Every...what did you buy? Let me tell you, I'm not a king who will stuff any garbage into my stomach!"

"Soymilk and steamed rice, do you want some?" Luo Qiu raised the bag in his hand, "It's an old store, I used to eat it often, it tastes good, and it's still hot."

Oops... The bodyguard sighed, this is something that the miss called for.

Sure enough, Song Ying's lips trembled... "All right, then I'll spare you the trouble."

Miss...how about your integrity?

(End of this chapter)