Trafford’s Trading Club

103. Chapter 103 broke

Professor Qin Fang went out early when he was driving, saying that he was going back to the university to get something. Among the old villas of this decades, only Luo Qiu and Zhang Qingrui are left.

Because they are all students, the professor does not seem to worry about what the two students will do, and the time to go is only a few hours.

……

Looking at Zhang Qingrui’s weird move at this time, Luo Qiu looked thoughtfully at the bones on the workbench that had been cleared.

After the first day’s contact appeared abnormally, the stranger had disappeared the next day, and in the next few days, those songs that were released from the bones could no longer be felt. Only words.

Zhang Qingrui has opened the door and walked out. After Luo Qiu glanced at it, he remained silent and followed the past.

He tried to call Zhang Qingrui’s name on the back, but the other person did not hear it, but walked step by step and walked very carefully.

If you put on a set of Hanfu, it would be a look of an ancient folk.

Zhang Qingrui finally stopped in front of a door under the stairs. She stood silently in front of the door, but did not go in, so strangely stood in the same place.

After a while, Luo Qiu slightly frowned, he walked past Zhang Qingrui from the side and saw her face.

She was staring… after gazing at the door.

In the heart Luo Qiu, who had some conjectures, took a look at the position of the door – under the stairs… the avatar is a storage room created by the space under the stairs.

But he still went forward, his hand on the lock of the door, and pulled it slightly hard.

“Locked up.”

Luo Qiu didn’t let go… The Club’s boss frowned, only to hear a slight twist from the door lock, and when he tried again, the door lock was open.

Luo Qiu next opened the door – after opening it, it was a good slap.

It’s not the place to imagine the other things in the sun – in fact he hasn’t seen the space in front of him. Because there is actually another door behind this door.

Luo Qiu subconsciously reached out and knocked on the door – it was a steel door.

As for the lock, it is an electronic lock.

Ordinary people don’t set such doors and locks at home—there are some valuable things hidden here, or things that are unwilling to be seen.

If not necessary, Luo Qiu does not like to explore the privacy of others – of course, if it is in the Club’s guest, it is another situation.

Knowing that there is something behind the metal door that may not be exposed by the professor, Luo Qiu feels that he can stop here.

He re-closed the first door.

At this time, Zhang Qingrui still maintains the look of that face.

“I don’t know what you want to express.” Luo Qiu was silent for a while, suddenly said: “But no matter what you want to express… Since it is already an ancient person, why do you still love the red dust?”

Luo Qiu remembered the former Lu Zigang – also a soul that has been floating in the world for hundreds of years.

At this time, Zhang Qingrui obviously has something similar.

Without saying anything, Zhang Qingrui suddenly fell down at this time – like a force off.

However, I just fell asleep.

It stands to reason that he should be more able to contact the “things” contained in this skeleton, but this ‘thing’ instead chose Zhang Qingrui as the attached side – it seems that even if it is attached to the upper body, it is still difficult Express something clear.

Luo Qiu, who has a lot of ignorance about ghosts, thought about it for a while, then reached out and let Zhang Qingrui’s body float, followed his footsteps and returned to the studio.

He placed her in the original position, swinging out the action of sleeping on the table, and then continued the work on hand.

After about an hour or so, Zhang Qingrui slowly woke up. With a doubt, she moved towards Luo Qiu and said, “How long have I been sleeping?”

“a while.”

“professor……”

“Not yet back.” Luo Qiu paused ,ududly asked : “Is it uncomfortable?”

Zhang Qingrui shook his head. “It’s a bit tired.”

“Yeah.” Luo Qiu nodded. “Take attention to rest.”

Already habit Luo Qiu is such a guy who talks very lightly, and Zhang Qingrui doesn’t care. Next, I only talked a few words occasionally, dotted with the dull work at hand.

Professor Qin Fang later called back and said that he would accompany a friend to eat at night, so that Luo Qiu could lock the door and leave.

“I will send you?” Zhang Qingrui looked at Luo Qiu politely when picking up the car.

It’s just that there is a reluctance to have Boss Luo who is more convenient than any means of transportation within this city.

At this time, the traffic jam and the road refused to make friends…

“No need to.”

At this time, there was also a white car in front of the villa. That was Qin Chuyu… She got out of the car and looked awkward, as if she didn’t see Luo Qiu.

It’s like thinking about something, like walking for something, and always opening the door and not looking back.

“weirdo.”

Zhang Qingrui frowned and snorted. Although Qin Chuyu is the kind of ‘story person’, I have never thought of taking the initiative to make too much.

When Zhang Qingrui came back, Luo Qiu had already gone far… It was really a chic and comfortable person.

Zhang Qingrui subconsciously smiled, she is not the only one of the classmates in the class, but in the short-term relationship with each class in the past, she can feel more comfortable.

It stands to reason that this is actually a wood-like talent that is dull as if it is not sounding… but the time spent together is always fast.

She doesn’t feel that she knows this youngster, and she doesn’t think that the other person knows herself. It’s just like a gentleman’s turn, it’s faint.

Perhaps… In my own in the heart, the subconscious is actually arrogant and free.

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The villa has a place to work with father, but it also has a place to paint as a leisure time.

Already back?

When Qin Chuyu came over, it was already in the studio of the family. Her frowns, these two days have been in a state of restlessness, mental state, the time will not pass without knowing it.

The root of all this… seems to be the painting that a guest gave to her own decoration a few days ago.

The gentleman has not arrived for a few days, because there is no way of contact, Qin Chuyu can only wait silently.

Later, I saw the news in the newspaper occasionally. I watched the news that the man on the news paper was arrested for arson and killing his girlfriend. Qin Chuyu understands that this painting has been put on her hands for a long time.

She walked over to the already pretending picture, reached out and opened the cloth that was covered, and once again fell into the content of the painting.

What exactly is it ?

On the drawing paper, it is a woman wearing a red evening gown… It is a very good composition from any angle.

Only the face of a woman in this painting.

There are no eyes or no nose. If you want to say it, it is probably a person without a face – but the place on the face is not painted or painted.

There are all kinds of pigments, like deliberate, like random, and irregularly constitute this chaotic face.

Qin Chuyu has never seen such a strange way of painting.

She stared at the singular ‘face’ of the woman in the painting, feeling the contradiction of the painter, unconventional…not even the trail of follow-up.

What is the confusion and the strong thought of self-contradiction?

In front of me, it seems like a whirlpool was born.

Her heart suddenly jumped fast, and the body subconsciously took a small step back, and the fine sweat on her forehead, a blood, unconsciously spilled from her lips.

Once again, when looking at the picture, Qin Chuyu’s eyes were unusually complicated.

At the moment, she recalled a lot of things, muttering to herself: “I… actually because of this painting, broke the work… This can make people’s konjac painting, what kind of madman can be…”

She remembered that she once called… Yu Sanning.

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