Trafford's Trading Club

Translator: AlfredoPoutineSoup Editor: DesTheSloth

“Even a resurrection couldn’t bring your real son to you.”

Shen Meihuan now understood the meaning of this word.

He could walk, but he had no heartbeat. His muscles were soft, but his body was cold.

He had some reaction, but he couldn’t talk… He just instinctively acted without thinking.

The living dead… This horrible idea suddenly came out in Shen Meihuan’s brain.

But no matter what.

No matter what.

“You are my son.” Shen Meihuan held his son’s face and softly said, “I gave birth to you, no matter what you look like, you are my child…”

The son’s eyes suddenly blinked as if he understood it— Perhaps this was just the functional response.

But Shen Meihuan felt her son had spoken to her and he just wasn’t used to this state.

“Yes, you must be…” Shen Meihuan gently said, “You must be hurt and confused when you fell down… It must be so! Don’t be afraid, boy, mom is here!”

“Are you hungry?”

“Look at yourself, so dirty.”

“Do you want water?”

It seemed that this son was a worrying kid. Shen Meihuan laid her son in bed, and gently touched his head, “Sleep, sleep…”

Suddenly, Shen Meihuan heard some voices… The door was opened!

Her husband, Gu Feng, came back.

Shen Meihuan quickly sat up, tightly held her son and nervously said, “Don’t be afraid, mom is here… I won’t let him hit you again, I won’t… won’t…”

…

After he closed the door, changed his shoes, and finally sat down in the living room for a while, Gu Feng shouted, “I’m back.”

It’s difficult to describe how irritable his mood was…

Gu Feng had got out of the police station through his connections. His lawyer also told him it was not difficult to win the lawsuit, which made him feel relieved.

But he had to handle the relationship with his wife— He was only a common man when he married Shen Meihuan.

Even though she remarried, she brought him lots of luck. In recent years, he even started to run a small factory, so their living conditions became better and, naturally, work got busier.

The key point was that Shen Merihuan owned some shares of this factory.

“Meihuan, are you here? Meihuan?”

Gu Feng pinched his forehead and wearily said, “Let’s have a talk, OK? I admit I struck Jiajie, I was wrong. But I really haven’t thought he would…You know, every child might be hit by their parents. I also have been hit by my dad when I was a child. I think we all have mistakes. You haven’t taken good care of your son, have you? Meihuan, Meihuan, Are you there…”

Gu Feng suddenly felt a sharp pain on the back of his head. His brain was buzzing and dizzy, then he lost consciousness.

He directly collapsed down on the sofa. Shen Meihuan who was holding a rolling pin stood behind him, “I, I will never let a beast like you hit my son.”

Then Shen Meihuan seemed to wake up from her dream; she threw away the rolling pin. She didn’t do the most extreme thing since she knew Gu Feng was merely unconcious.

After that, she suddenly rushed into the room to pick up her things, and left here with her son.

She couldn’t make it widely known that her son had been resurrected. So, she thought she should hide her son first… for the moment!

…

“Officer Ma, is it alright to let Gu Feng go?” Asked the young police officer.

Ma Houde stared at him in a bad mood, “What do you think? I was just scaring him, not arresting him. We could do nothing, even though we know it’s domestic violence. This is a criminal case, but how could the dead victim stand up to report it?”

“Damn it!” The young officer punched his right fist on his left palm.

Ma Houde frowned, “Moreover, even if Gu Jiajie really has committed suicide because of domestic violence, one thing still confuses me.”

“You mean the cram school?”

“Five students have jumped off buildings to commit suicide and all of them are students of this cram school…” Ma Houde nodded and said, “We didn’t notice that from the first victim or the second…But then the third, the fourth… and now the fifth.”

At that time, another police came in with a file, “Officer Ma, the technology department has restored the deleted massages in Gu Jiajie’s cell phone. One massage is sent from a registered chat program before he died. We have asked the operator, but got nothing.”

Ma Houde looked at the massage, “Nine o’clock… The same place? Teacher?”

Ma Houde thoughtfully stared at this police and suddenly asked, “Do you remember mathematics, physics and chemistry knowledge from high school?”

“What?” The young police officer suddenly had a bad premonition.

“Hey, you go to class.”

“What? Officer Ma, am I… the right guy?”

“Then do you think I’m the right guy?” Ma Houde rolled up his eyes.

…

Miss Maid had taken out a globe from the storage room.

Now the club boss was spinning the globe— These dense red dots on the globe could be only seen by Luo Qiu himself.

As long as he got close to the critical door and stayed for a while, he would clearly know how many points there were. However, You Ye merely knew it through the customers she had met.

He slowly moved the globe, without any implication of stopping.

“Master, Shen Meihuan has taken her son away, and she has knocked her husband out before she left.”

“The society can’t accept a living dead.” Luo Qiu quietly said, “It’s natural for her to hide her son… And this is predictable.”

Luo Qiu could not help thinking of the transaction.

The woman’s desire was so strong that the transaction was done without any consultation.

He shook his head and stopped the globe with a smack.

Nevertheless, at that moment, a black smoke came in with the wind which suddenly blew the club door open.

The smoke finally formed a human figure in front of Luo Qiu and a hoarse and gloomy female voice was heard.

“Black Soul No.18 greets Master.”

“Are you the Black Soul Messenger You Ye spoke off?” Luo Qiu nodded and looked at this old staff up and down.

Black Soul No. 18 took off her cap and showed an impressive scary appearance.

Old face, hook nose and gray messy hair… Like an old witch in the fairy tale.

“Yes, I am.” Black Soul No.18 answered with a gloomy smile.

Boss Luo was not shocked by her because he had met many souls in different shapes recently. He just nodded, “Glad to meet you, too. Continue doing your work like before.”

Black Soul No. 18 respectfully nodded. She looked around and found another strange woman here besides Miss Maid… She should not be a Black Soul Messenger.

“Miss Qin will live here for the time being.”

“Understood.” She intended to greet the woman but kept her thoughts to herself when she saw the woman ignoring her. Next, she curiously looked at the other guy.

This guy had been hung on the ceiling and trapped in a special position.

“This is Tai Yinzi. He has no number.” Luo Qiu said, “Well… As you can see, he has some special hobbies.”

Black Soul No. 18 nodded and noticed it… Looking at this guy, she realized what this guy’s special hobbies were.

Tai Yinzi now slightly raised his head, plaintively taking a glance at Miss Maid’s jade-like face.

‘Really… Not like that…’

Tai Yinzi who gave up the thought of being a black soul hero now just felt his life full of stains.

Black souls in different regions had few chances to communicate with others. Therefore, Black Soul No.18 didn’t want to pay attention to him. She just walked forward and flipped her palm, showing several white cards.

“Master, those are what I have got from the potential customers.”

She had prepared this welcome gift especially for the new master. But it was delayed because of the tasks given by You Ye.

Now was the time to flatter the new master— After all, the new point hadn’t been selected.

A servant should not offer suggestions to the mater but it should be alright to show herself being conscientious and responsible in work, right?