Trafford Buyers Club

Chapter 1443 Darkness Says Goodnight, Dawn Says Morning
In the streets of the small town at night, black cats walk around the streets, sometimes disappearing and sometimes appearing, like wandering spirits.

It came to Mr. Smith's restaurant, and the restaurant had already closed and turned off the lights-at this time, Mr. Smith was naturally still in the hospital, accompanying his wife who was admitted to the intensive care unit.

The black cat jumped onto the window sill of the restaurant and just looked inside... After a while, it jumped off the window sill and walked around the silent town in the middle of the night again.

It walked through the small park at the intersection, stopped for a while, and then continued to swim... its tail was wagging slightly.

As it walked, it stopped beside a homeless man who was sleeping in the alley—when it arrived, a mouse suddenly took it out of the homeless man's clothes in a panic, and ran away And out, in the blink of an eye, escaped along the sewer without a trace.

It didn't pay attention to the mouse that fled in panic, but jumped onto the homeless man's chest... squatting on the chest, it silently looked at the homeless man's face.

Frost, slovenliness, beard, wrinkled wrinkles...and the body temperature dropping little by little—the life of this homeless man came to an end about half an hour ago.

Its tail was still wagging, and it lightly touched the homeless man's body, like some kind of caress--finally, the temperature of the homeless man's body finally exhausted and became cold, and it released from the homeless man's chest. Jump up and down.

As he left, the black cat's tail swept across the tramp's forehead - the end of the tail curled up like a hook, and something came out.

It was a gray ball of light - it sent the light ball it hooked out to its mouth, and then ate it in small mouthfuls.

It was like a child shopping with a snack in his hand... and continued his wandering again.

Finally, it ended its wandering this time, and stopped in front of a house—this was Mr. Smith's house, but there were no lights in the house at this time.

It jumped out of the iron gate and walked to the door of the house - the black cat's body began to grow, and gradually turned into a human appearance... Hades in a black dress.

Hades stood in front of Mr. Smith's house, straightened the tie at the collar, then cleared his throat, and then gently knocked on Mr. Smith's door—of course no one would respond, because Mr. Smith The whole family is in the hospital at this time.

He knew it, no matter if he knocked for an hour or two hours, no one would open the door for him... He knew it, that's why he knocked on the door like this.

He knows.

Later, he stopped knocking on the door, but retreated...and descended the steps, then moved the small flower pot on the third step of the steps, and stretched his hand in from under the step board—he finally took out a the key.

Open the door, enter the house, close the door... He didn't turn on the light, he could see everything in the dark.

He actually wanted to turn on the light... maybe it would be good to turn on the light.

He came to the living room slowly, turned around the sofa in the living room, and then did it - he was going to sit up straight, with his hands on his lap, looking around at everything in the living room.

A blanket scattered randomly on the sofa immediately caught his attention - he took the blanket over and wrapped it around himself.

He continued to look around... His eyes quickly saw the dining table and the kitchen in front of him - he stood up all of a sudden, and arrived just like that wrapped in a blanket.

There was still the dinner Mrs. Elura had prepared for Mrs. Debra on the stove, but it was probably too late to deal with it when the ambulance arrived, so I could simply turn off the fire and leave it like this.

He lifted the lid of the pot, and it was borscht... It was obviously completely cooled.

But his eyes lit up, he looked left and right, then took a step back, opened the disinfection cabinet in the cabinet under the stove, and took out a spoon.

He, who called himself Hades, picked up the pot on the stove at this time, and then sat down at the dining table, using the spoon in his hand, eating mouthfuls of the completely cooled borscht in the pot.

Mrs. Elura has Russian blood, so she usually likes to use red vegetables to make borscht... He ate and ate, and finally let go of the spoon, took the pot directly, and drank the rest of the soup Down.

——Don't eat in such a hurry!Mouth full!Look up, mom will wipe it for you.

He raised his head suddenly like this, and even closed his eyes, as if he was waiting for something—he didn't wait, he opened his eyes, and then he breathed a sigh of relief... He picked up the tissue himself, Wipe the soup off your mouth.

He stood up again, then walked up the stairs, and soon came to the door of a room-this was Joe's room.

Opening the door, he walked directly into Joe's room, came to the 1.2-meter children's bed, and turned on the small lamp on the bedside cabinet.

He just lay down like this, on the body wrapped in the blanket, someone pulled a cup to cover his body, then curled up and fell asleep.

Then he reached out and turned off the small desk lamp.

He murmured, "Good night."

Then everything was silent.

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The next day came soon... In this dilapidated room, when the first moment the sun rose and the light entered the room through the gap, Teacher Prin slowly opened his eyes.

He really wanted to look less tired, so he just got up silently, then walked to the bathroom in the house, unscrewed the rusty faucet, and simply washed himself.

"Thank you for staying with me all night." After washing and grooming, Mr. Prin looked at the mirror... and said somewhere reflected in the mirror.

I saw a small mosquito flying down from the beam of the door, and then turned into Nero.

"Good morning, little brother~" She casually leaned against the door, while rubbing the messy bangs on her forehead, while looking at Teacher Pulin, then put on a smiling face, and stretched out her palm, " Overnight fee, Chenghui 100 yuan~!"

Mr. Pulin turned around slowly, and said calmly, "I don't have any money on me, and... I can't think of anything like you that needs money."

Nero squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "Because there is an unscrupulous manager above, who squeezes out work and doesn't pay salary at the same time, so he can be said to be very poor!"

Teacher Prin shook his head, "You have already taken my book away."

Nero looked into his eyes and suddenly asked, "Do you recognize me?"

Teacher Pulin felt a little surprised, and then said: "Of course I do, I don't think my memory is so bad... After all, this is the third time we have met in the past two days, why do you ask?"

The first time was in an abandoned warehouse, the second time was last night in front of the hospital... and now is the third time—the scenes of these three meetings flashed through Nero's mind.

She immediately held her heart together, with a lovely and pitiful look on her face, "You really don't remember me? When you were watching the moon with others when you were young, you still called me big sister, little sweetheart, and said you would protect me for the rest of your life. "

"Did you admit someone wrong?" Teacher Puli opened his mouth.

Until this time, he finally made sure that he really didn't understand this white-haired girl - she had multiple sides, and every side was her... So all along, he couldn't use simple words to sway him.

At the same time, he was also laughing at himself. It seemed that his understanding of people was still not enough—but originally, this white-haired girl could no longer be defined by people.

"You really don't know me?" Nero suddenly walked in front of Mr. Prin, tilting his head to look at him.

Teacher Pulin breathed out lightly and said: "I have a complete memory from childhood to now, and I am sure that I have not forgotten anything...so it is impossible for me to know you."

"You are lying." Nero suddenly whispered, "You are explaining the truth in a lie."

Teacher Pulin took a step back a little later, opened the distance between Nero and Nero, and said in the tone of Nero when they first met: "If you think this is the case, then so be it... I have nothing to say. But I still hope that you will not come near Mr. Smith's family again."

"What if I get close?" Nero suddenly sneered, "I can kill you once, and naturally I can kill you a second time. And this time, your book is still in my hands."

"Did you say it?" Unexpectedly, Mr. Pulin raised his palm casually at this moment—the black book cover appeared in his palm instantly.

Nero was stunned, blinked his eyes subconsciously, then inserted his palm into his body, and began to pick it up randomly... After digging for a while, she couldn't help but said in amazement: "Hey, it's really gone. !"

"No time, I'm going out." Teacher Prin shook his head, "If you like to follow, then follow along... But it's better not to become a mosquito."

He walked past Nero just like that, and was about to go out.

Nero suddenly whispered at this moment: "Hades."

At the same time, she was also observing Mr. Prin's reaction—she found that Mr. Prin did respond to the name, but it was just an unexpected reaction.

Teacher Prin turned around and asked curiously, "Hades? Are you talking about the Pluto from the Greek gods... Why did you suddenly mention this name?"

Nero shrugged and said, "Don't you feel very similar, your ability...is like Hades."

Teacher Pulin was silent for a moment, "Perhaps...it is also the ability to bring death, but I am not."

"I'm just saying like, I didn't say you are." Nero smiled casually.

Mr. Prince nodded, and then went out - he didn't continue to talk to Nero too much, some things can't be solved by pure force... And, since even that book was used, if the result is the same in the end, Naturally, it cannot be solved by force.

If she has been following him, perhaps in a certain way, it is a good thing.

After all, as long as she keeps following, he can be sure that she has not approached Mr. Smith's family.

Seeing Mr. Prin who just went out like this, Nero leaned against the door of this dilapidated house, started to rub his bangs on his forehead again, and said to himself: "It's so strange..."

Yan Modao once chopped off half of Teacher Pu Lin, and swallowed the half - but at this time, Teacher Pu Lin had recovered, and the cut half seemed to have never been lost.

But this is not what makes Nero feel the strangest—after all, she has no way to fully understand the power of the soul... She is not the boss or the unscrupulous maid... Maybe seeing Mr. As long as it is one of his special abilities.

So, what surprised her the most was... the relationship between this Erha and Laoha.

Lao Ha recognized her, but from the previous reaction, Erha didn’t know her at all——Lao Ha’s words, Nero, had also carefully discerned, and it was indeed not a lie... Knowing lies, this seems to be a black soul The inherent ability of the messenger allows her to easily distinguish the other party's speech - no matter how well the other party controls emotions, no matter how superb the other party's acting skills are.

Since Laoha and Erha did not lie, what went wrong?

Nero stretched vigorously and shrugged his neck, "What went wrong so that your tastes are exactly the same...It's so interesting!"

Therefore, what Nero really felt weird was: Yan Modao once swallowed Teacher Pulin's body, Yan Modao also directly cut open Joe's body and took out Joe's soul, and Yan Modao also directly penetrated the old man's body. Ha's body met his soul breath—and Lao Ha, Er Ha and Joe, the three soul flavors are actually the same.

Simply put - one soul, three different entities.Old Ha and Er Ha have similar abilities... like the ability of Hades, the king of the underworld. As for Joe, he is just a five-year-old kid who doesn't understand anything.

If there is anything special about Joe, it is probably that he is the only one who can feel the arrival of [Death God]. At most, he has a sharper inspiration.

"half year ago?"

Nero suddenly remembered what Joe said about the family bucket, and she seemed to have an idea when she turned her eyes—she bit her lip, and then made a violent vomiting movement... a black-gray mass At this time, it spit out directly from her mouth.

The spit out ball has a small tail, a pair of folded hands - and her own face, at least looks very immature - in short, it seems to be ghostly.

Nero patted the head of the lump with satisfaction, and then pointed to the direction where Mr. Prince left... The lump immediately chased after him.

Then, she planned to go to the local police station—but before going to the police station, Nero planned to buy a breakfast in the small town first.

The black soul messenger actually doesn't need food...but she still keeps this habit.

It's like Da Zhe would be happy to do housework, just like the boss would work and rest according to the normal people's schedule-they are all retaining some old habits.

Of course, the reason why she didn't choose to go back to the manor for breakfast is: it must be the latest for her to go back now!
Don't wash the dishes!

Slightly slightly slightly——!
(End of this chapter)