Trafford Buyers Club

Chapter 1437 Ten Seconds Before the Traffic Light

After leaving Mr. Smith's restaurant, Mr. Pullin walked alone on the street, more like a traveler than a pedestrian.

He will look at all forms around him.

The light in a shop window, the reflection of people on the glass, or a family of young and old in a restaurant, or something else... anything else that moves.

At the time of the traffic lights, Mr. Pulin stood on the sidewalk and waited, and a white-haired old man sat next to him—he was really very old, and the age spots on his face were even gray.

The old man's family is buying something at the newsstand behind him.

"Good evening." Mr. Prin greeted the old man in the wheelchair without looking back as he watched the changes on the traffic lights on the opposite side of the street.

The old man seemed to be asleep, with his eyes half-opened and half-closed... Maybe he would actually fall asleep at any time, but he was just trying not to let himself fall asleep--finally, this "good night" woke him up some.

He did wake up a little bit, and the cloudiness in his eyes faded a little.He raised his head and saw Teacher Pulin standing beside him—the old man's pupils gradually opened up, he even opened his mouth, and his fingers subconsciously grasped the armrest of the wheelchair.

It can be said that the expression on the old man's face at this moment is...fear.

"Don't come over!" The old man's figure was very low, and at the same time he said very quickly, "Don't come near me!"

"I have no intention of getting close to you." Mr. Prin still didn't look at the old man, his gaze never even moved away from the opposite traffic lights, and at the same time there was a smile on his face - the smile didn't mean much, Maybe it's just to make yourself look better.

After hearing this, the old man gradually loosened his grip on the wheelchair... The slightly nervous and fearful expression on his face also tended to calm down. He also looked at the traffic lights across the road—it was still red, but it seemed that he was about to Enter the countdown phase of the red light.

"I know, I know." The old man lowered his eyes and said softly, "I know... I just can't bear it, and no one can bear it."

"No one can stay forever. You have lived a life that others envy... I think you should have no regrets." Teacher Pulin finally moved his eyes and turned to look at the person next to him. An old man in a wheelchair.

The old man's eyes also met Mr. Prin - the countdown number of the traffic light on the opposite side of the road was right in the middle of their line of sight, and suddenly started...starting with the number 9, and then the number 8.

This time is non-stop, it is constantly decreasing, at most ten seconds, no one knows what can be done... In the 10 seconds of a person's life, in front of the traffic light - what should be done?
"Perhaps we should say goodbye." Teacher Puli suddenly whispered.

The old man hastily moved away from Mr. Prin's sight in an instant, and he hurriedly turned around to look at the family members who were paying at the newsstand behind him.

He didn't blink, and he didn't want to waste a second—maybe he also felt that in his life, he also wasted a lot of ten seconds before the traffic lights.

His eyes flickered, and eventually his eye sockets became moist... The traffic light on the opposite side of the road finally turned green - ten seconds, so short.

When the green light turned on, Mr. Prin moved, and he walked slowly towards the opposite side of the road—at the same time, the old man's heart suddenly beat violently.

This brought him unprecedented pain. The old man grabbed his clothes in pain and fell out of the wheelchair in a sudden - which alarmed his family and the owner of the newsstand. , also alarmed pedestrians.

"Father!! Father!! Help! Help!!!"

When people gathered around the place where the old man fell, Teacher Plin had already walked to the opposite side of the road. He glanced left and right, and then walked towards the left road.

"Help! Help!!!"

The man should be the old man's son, and he is helplessly reporting the old man's body at this moment... Enthusiastic people began to help, and at this time, a black cat quietly left from the crowd.

The cat suddenly disappeared.

……

……

In the restaurant kitchen, Mr. Smith, who had temporarily finished the work at hand, sat down and poured himself a glass of ice water.

In fact, he didn't feel the heat, and he didn't even sweat... Even though the air conditioner was installed in the kitchen, it's normal to be a little sweaty.

At this time, the waiter took the plates from the diners and passed in front of Mr. Smith.

Mr. Smith glanced at it, and he who was about to drink water didn't even bother to drink water at this time, and put down the water glass directly—in fact, he wasn't even thirsty.

"Why haven't these dishes been touched?" Mr. Smith stopped the waiter at once, and frowned, "Which table are these dishes?"

As a chef, I am naturally very concerned about whether my food satisfies the diners - if the cooked food is basically untouched by the diners, it is really the biggest negative for the chef.

Mr. Smith even took a closer look, and he soon discovered that these dishes were made by himself, not the creations of the second and third chefs.

"Sir, it's the guest at the table where you said the order was weird." The waiter thought for a while and said, "They greeted a friend later and ordered three meals in total. The later one was basically We finished eating, but the couple didn't eat much, basically they just tasted everything."

Mr. Smith's frown deepened... He stood up suddenly, stepped forward, took a fork, and quickly tasted the untouched food.

He tasted them all...for a cook, one taste of each is actually enough to judge whether the product is good or not-Mr. Smith quickly put down the fork...no problem.

He believes that this is the best taste he can make—but the diners hardly touch it... If it's just one thing that doesn't taste good, you can still use it as an excuse for the other party's picky eaters.

"Try it too." Mr. Smith suddenly looked at the waiter and said.

The waiter was stunned for a while, but he didn't say anything. He also brought forks and tasted them one by one, "It tastes good, Mr. Smith, I don't think there is any problem."

She really felt that Mr. Smith's cooking skills are very good - this is a chef who is qualified to be a Michelin three-star chef, how can his skills be bad.

"Where are those two diners now?" Mr. Smith was still very concerned about this matter.

"I have already paid and left, sir." The waiter said quickly.

"They..." Mr. Smith thought for a while, "Did they say anything...intentionally or unintentionally, about these dishes."

The waiter said: "They just said they weren't very hungry, so they didn't eat... Actually, I also asked at the time, after all, they almost didn't move."

"Not hungry? What are you doing in the restaurant if you are not hungry?" Mr. Smith pondered for a while, "Think about it again, do you have anything else to say?"

"It's the young lady who said something... Let me think about it."

The waiter tried hard to think back, and at this time, she found again that it was difficult for her to recall the appearance of this pair of lovers - obviously this pair of men and women can give people a deep impression.

"What did you say? Think about it quickly." Mr. Smith seemed a little anxious, his eyes fixed.

The waiter quickly said: "By the way, what did the lady say, the time has passed."

"Time...time?" Mr. Smith was startled, then frowned again, "It's passed? Time has passed? What do you mean?"

The waiter just shrugged... In fact, she didn't pay much attention to this matter, and even felt that her boss, Mr. Smith, seemed a little too sensitive-even if it was a Michelin three-star chef, it was impossible to say that he could cook Food that pleases everyone.

Isn't there some people who refuse to eat pork?
"Sir, if there is nothing else, I'm going to work." Speaking of the time, the waiter remembered that it was almost time to get off work, and she didn't want to delay her work because of chatting with the other party here—even though the other party Be your own boss.

Of course, if Mr. Smith is willing to pay her overtime, it is naturally possible.

"You go." Mr. Smith waved his hand in agreement.

But before the waiter left, he kept the unused food and placed it in front of him.

He began to try the taste of the food he made again, "Time... time has passed? Does it mean the heat?"

Just as Mr. Smith was puzzled, the home phone rang.It was Mrs. Elura who called, and his mother, Mrs. Elura, said on the phone that Joe was missing, and he couldn't find it no matter how hard he looked, and there was another thing.

Mr. Smith stood up immediately after listening, "What, did you call an ambulance?!"

……

……

"I am going home!"

This was Joe's fourth request - he had been taken to a room since being rescued by his big sister from being hit by a bus.

It looked like it should be a lady's room - or a mother's room.

Why do you think so?It's because Joe saw a family photo in this room.

The mother is a beautiful woman, and the mother has a lovely daughter... who seems to be about the same age as Joe, at least the cute little girl in the photo seems to be that age.

and so……

That's right, he was actually led by this incredible big sister, broke into ordinary people's houses privately, and began to use other people's things without the consent of the owner of the house-mainly for use in on Joe's body.

"Go home? Yes, then you can cut open the box and deliver it to your door!" Nero stepped on the chair at this time, looked at Joe with a smile and said, her hands were not idle. She said — what she held in both hands were the cosmetics of the hostess of the house, "Don't cry! I put on the eye makeup with great difficulty! It's messed up and I'll dig your eyes out!"

Obviously, as a former general of the Michael club who was trained for the purpose of fighting, he does not have any experience in taking care of children - but I have to say that such a threat is really compared to the [Matched in the bedtime story] Nuo Cao] Even more effective.

"I hate skirts, I don't want to wear skirts, I'm a boy!" Joe protested aggrievedly while sniffling his nose.

"Okay kid! See if you're satisfied!" Nero didn't care about this, and threw the chemical product in his hand behind him, picked Joe up from the stool, and put it in the vanity mirror. before.

She even stuck out her tongue against her upper lip, admiring her [masterpiece] with satisfaction.

Joe in the mirror is wearing a small pink dress and even a wig at the moment, looking like an exquisite doll.

"Big sister... Can this really defeat Mr. Death? I don't want to be a girl!"

"Don't quarrel, I'll cut you off if you quarrel again! Anyway, you don't need it now, and you don't know what it feels like to use it! It's not a pity to lose it!"

"I'm going home! I'm going home!"

At this time, the owner of the house probably just came back, and heard the sound from the upstairs room... The hostess immediately asked upstairs loudly.

Nero didn't care about this, and turned into a silver-gray leopard, bit Joe's clothes, and ran out of the window with him.

what--! ! ! !

When the hostess of the house hurried up to open the door and turn on the light, she immediately let out a tragic scream—her room was rummaged through as if it had been visited by the most despicable thief.The saddest thing is that the thing in front of her dressing table is almost cracked, broken...

a mess.

……

The ambulance quickly drove into the hospital in the small town - the local population is not large, but because of the relationship with the university, the medical system is not too far behind - but obviously it cannot be called very advanced .

Mr. Smith rushed to the hospital, and Mrs. Elura was already waiting nervously outside the emergency room.

"Why is that?" asked Mr. Smith hastily.

Mrs. Elura cried and said, "I don't know. It was fine during dinner, but Debra suddenly said that her stomach hurts very badly. I can only call an ambulance."

"What about people?"

"Inside, the doctor just went in nasty."

Mr. Smith took two deep breaths quickly, glanced at the lights in front of the emergency department, and suddenly became distraught, "Where is Joe? Still haven't been found?"

Mrs. Elura could only shake her head and said she had called the police.

Mr. Smith wiped his face vigorously, and sat down...All the unfortunate things happened at once, which reminded Mr. Smith of the unfortunate thing that happened half a year ago.

It's okay, it's okay.

He told himself quietly in his heart, it's okay... Didn't he survived half a year ago?
Bang-!
Suddenly, mixed sounds rang in Mr. Smith's ears... the sound of braking, screaming, and loud noises.

……

Outside the small town hospital, a sparrow suddenly landed on a small tree in the courtyard, looking at something——At this moment, a figure came slowly: Mr. Pulin.

The sparrow flew away from the tree at once.

At this moment, Mr. Pulin raised his head and looked at the hospital.

(End of this chapter)