Trafford's Trading Club

Ma Houde nodded, "When was the last time you saw Gu Jiajie?"

Gu Feng thought for a moment, and hoarsely said, "Last night, about half past eleven. I chatted with him before I went to bed, but..."

"Does you son have any enemies or acted abnormally recently?" Ma Houde ignored his expression and continued.

Gu Feng shook his head, "My son is very sensible. He never causes troubles and is very filial... Recently, there’s nothing unusual."

"Did you give a cell phone to your son?" Ma Houde went on.

"Yes, I have." Gu Feng said, "The latest-version mobile phone. It was a summer vacation gift for his good results last semester. I went to buy it with him!"

"Well... Mr. Gu, we are not sure about the cause of death of your son." Ma Houde slowly said, "But I want to take your son’s cell phone back and check your son’s room. What’s more, forensics may dissect the body of your son, I hope you can cooperate."

"What? Dissect my son’s body?" Shen Merihuan sadly cried, "My son is gone, how can you do this?"

Ma Houde said, "Miss, don’t you want to know why your son died?"

Shen Mehuan had no idea, but could only cry on her husband’s chest. Ma Houde shook his head, knowing there was nothing useful to get from the couple.

He irritably walked away and lit up a cigarette, waiting for the witness--- And at this time a figure came into his sight.

A slightly thin figure with a hat was moving away from the crowd. Ma Houde subconsciously wanted to catch him up, but a police officer’s voice stopped him.

"Officer Ma, the witness is coming!"

"Oh... OK, one second."

The figure disappeared at the moment and in front of Ma House, there appeared lots of onlookers. Officer Ma dissatisfiedly said, "You! I told you to disperse the onlookers, what did you do!"

...

"Two steamed buns, one having here and the other is for taking away."

"All right!"

The boss of the bun house who was making dough briefly answered but he immediately smiled when he looked up, "Luo Qiu! It’s you, it has been a while! Please come in and take a seat!"

"Go ahead."

This Mr. Chen had taken over the bun house for some time since his parents left. Luo Qiu smiled when he saw Mr. Chen’s practiced gesture and went into the bun house.

There were more customers than before.

"I haven’t seen you for a long time, why did you come back today?" The son put a towel on his shoulder, wiping the sweat, and sitting in front of Luo Qiu.

"I just came back to clean the old house," said Luo Qiu, "How are you doing recently?"

"Well!" The son said with smile, "Same old same old. But more comfortable than before."

The son made a cup of tea and slowly said, "People are reluctant to accept a new life but if they try, the new life is not bad."

He looked at this old neighborhood and laughed, "I’ve understood many things recently. I think there must be some reason for my dad’s insistence."

The eyes of the son gradually became tender. The buns were full of human kindness, so was his smile.

"It tastes good." Luo Qiu broke open a fresh bun and had a taste, before praising it.

The son smiled, "Great! I was afraid you wouldn’t like it. You know? You look like a old scary man when you are not laughing, and sometimes you speak out appalling words, which are very serious!"

"..." Luo Qiu exhaled a breath and said nothing.

At this time, a customer came and whispered something in front of the bun house. Then the son glanced over, "The little girl came again."

Luo Qiu turned his head and found a woman with a mask and a hat, "A little girl?"

"Young voice." The son nodded and said, "Should be a little girl. In the last two months, she has bought lots of buns almost every two days."

The son shrugged, "But she speaks little. Every time, she justs pays the money and goes away. Oh, she left, but seems to be in a hurry this time."

Yes, the little girl paid the money and left in a hurry with her head lowered. No one knew what she looked like.

"Boss, I’ll come back to get the buns." Luo Qiu suddenly stood up and said.

"Oh, OK!"

...

In an alley of the old town, the little girl who carried a big bag of buns now hid in the corner and cautiously looked back.

She was relieved, so she pat her chest and turn around. Then she took down her mask to smell the buns, smiling faintly.

"Smells good?"

"Yes!" The little girl answered without thinking, but soon she thought... ’Who asked this question’?

She suddenly turned over again and saw a mysterious man. She was so frightened that she couldn’t help giving a soft cry.

"Do I look that scary?" Luo Qiu looked at the little girl--- The butterfly monster, Luo Dance.

"No, no." The butterfly monster lowered her head, not daring to look at Boss Luo.

Luo Qiu laughed, "When did you change your food? You never ate buns before."

Luo Dance looked up, and blinked her eyes, "Not my food, it is for Little Black and the others."

"Little Black?"

"Yes!"

...

The so-called "Little Black and others" were a group of stray cats.

In an abandoned old house of this old town, the butterfly monster crouched down on the ground, breaking the buns and feed the homeless cats.

Luo Qiu suddenly felt comfortable when he saw the butterfly’s smile as the cat licked her finger.

"Give me a bun." He crouched down and softly said.

They two fed the cats together.

Boss Luo felt it was interesting that last time she was the one he fed, and this time, cats were the one fed.