Trafford's Trading Club-Novel

"What? Found in a rented house?" In a café near the police station, Subeditor Ren surprisingly asked.

After drinking a sip of coffee, Officer Ma said, "Yes, the house owner found her corpse when he was going to clean up the house."

Ren Ziling thought for a moment while biting the pen in her mouth, "You mean she went to her rented house after she mysteriously disappeared from the emergency room? How could such a seriously injured person get so far away? Didn’t the driver suspect her? Or could she walk so far?"

Ma Houde shrugged and said, "It’s a mystery."

Ren Ziling nodded and suddenly said, "What did she look like when she died? Was there anything left there? For example, a note?"

Ma Houde shook his head and said, "Nothing. The house was very clean. We don’t find any traces, only her lying there in bed with a light smile."

"Well..."

Ma Houde suddenly asked, "Madam Ren, what are you going to write this time?"

"Write what?"

"News! The dead in the rented house is an escapee. All the headlines are discussing this."

Ren Ziling shook her head, "I don’t want to write anything."

Ma Houde was astonished.

Ren Ziling turned her eyes, "Now any speculation or discussion about her is a slander. Why should I do that after she died?"

Ma Houde shrugged, "OK... That’s it. I’ll go back to work. There’s a watchdog in my office."

"You mean Wang Yuechuan?" Ren Ziling nodded, "Why is he still here?"

"How would I know what that big man thinks?" Officer Ma rolled his eyes, "Well, I have to go. See you."

"OK... Bye." Ren Ziling said and lowered her head to pack things and going to leave.

But she suddenly thought of something, "Sh*t! You haven’t paid for the information! You miser!"

...

In a small conference room of the police station, Wang Yuechuan was having a video call with his old classmate, who was studying for a doctorate degree at an Australian university.

"Is there any result?" Wang Yuechuan directly asked at the moment.

"Yes, a little." The man nodded, "According to your scans, I’ve asked someone to translate this kind of Egyptian Language. You can read it first."

A picture was then received. Wang Yuechuan read the content with a frown, "Death opens an eternal door for the soul... What’s the meaning of this?"

The man shrugged, "Something like spells? Not very clear... But why do you care about this?"

Wang Yuechuan shook his head, "A criminal left this. And I just want to figure it out."

The man smiled, "You are still the same, so serious about cases... I can’t help you much, but I know an excellent professor. He specializes in civilization and history of ancient Egypt."

"Contact information."

"Don’t be so eager, I haven’t finished." The man shook his head, "He should be in Japan for an academic exchange."

"I’ll go there, if necessary." Wang Yuechuan said.

The man couldn’t help but smile, "Oh, good for you... I’ll give you his phone number later and you can tell him that you are the person I introduced. Perhaps he will be interested in what you’re doing."

Wang Yuechuan soon tried to call the professor in Japan.

...

...

Qiang Zi was big on promises. Thanks to Fatty Zhang, he now lived a better life. In return, he would do everything to repay him.

According to the address, Zhou Xiaokun’s brother Zhou Xiaopeng had been found.

"Excuse me... Sir, Have I met you before? " Zhou Xiaopeng was scared by wild and strong Qiang Zi, who had a tiger tattooed on his arm.

"Mr. Zhou, don’t be afraid, I’m a decent man." Qiang Zi took off his sunglasses and showed a smile, "Are you Mr. Zhou Xiaopeng? And you can call me Qiang Zi."

"I dare not to call you that... Brother Qiang, what can I do for you? "

"Bring me to look for a woman, her name is Tao Xiaman." Qiang Zi directly said.

Zhou Xiaopeng was stunned... because his brother also asked him to investigate this woman...

He quietly took a glance at Qiang Zi’s back, seeing a van and four men with outlandish clothes in it... What kind of "decent" were they...

"Excuse me, Brother Qiang, what do you want to do with her?" Zhou Xiaopeng swallowed hard.

"Oh, nothing, my boss wants to do her." Qiang Zi said this, but then he felt it improper, "No, my boss wants to see her... Anyway, take me to find her."

Zhou Xiaopeng was pulled into the van. He held his breath when facing these "decent" men.

"Wow, Brother Qiang, how effeminate he is."

What... What kind of their "decent"!!!

...

"Be serious! Don’t laugh!" In the cabin, Tai Yinzi proudly stood with his hands behind him. Fatty Zhang, his two men, Frog and Zhou Xiaokun lined up in front of him.

Tai Yinzi slightly coughed and seriously said, "I’d like to teach you some simple skills. But don’t tell others that I’m your teacher!"

"Yes, sir!" They spoke in one voice.

Fatty Zhang strongly nodded... thinking the most important thing was not his teacher but the skills!

Tai Yinzi nodded and went on, "I’ll teach you something new. Listen carefully and pay all of your attention to it."

"Yes, sir!" They said.

"Very good, take out the props!" Tai Yinzi now cleared his voice.

Then Zhou Xiaokun showed a dish with a white cloth covered on it. What was in it? The five people were eager to know.

Tai Yinzi now waved his hand hinting at Zhou Xiaokun to return. Then, he slowly lifted the white cloth.

The five were so surprised they forgot to breathe. Fatty Zhang suddenly said, "It’s... a pen? Apple? Pineapple?"

"Yes!" Tai Yinzi loudly shouted, turning around with the pen and singing with funny dance, "I/have/a/pen..."

...

Since that day, the song, PPAP, went around within the jail...