Trafford's Trading Club

Translator: AlfredoPoutineSoup  Editor: DesTheSloth

“This is Little Black, this is Little White, this is Flower, and this is Cotton Candy! This is Honey! This is Milk! And this is… ”

Listening to the little butterfly reeled off the names of the cats, Boss Luo was amused.

The preceding names were nothing much, but the following… Didn’t they expose something?

“They seem to like you very much!” Luo Dance blinked and looked at those stray cats she had fed for some time, feeling that the cats were closer to the club boss than herself.

“Have you often been to the bun house for boosting his business?” Luo Qiu picked up a cat and asked.

“His business did not seem good…” The little butterfly said depressingly, but soon she cheered up, “But recently the business is getting better!”

“Are you working recently?”

This small butterfly monster wouldn’t casually use her demon power to get money, but then just how did she gather it?

“Yes!” The small butterfly nodded, “I met a kind sister some time ago. She took me in and let me work there… But I can’t tell you her name if she doesn’t agree.”

“It’s all right.” Luo Qiu laughed. At that moment he heard a stomach grumbling.

The butterfly monster touched her belly, then laughed awkwardly and lowered her head.

“Drink it.”

The butterfly monster couldn’t control herself, blinking her eyes upon seeing the bottle of honey in Luo Qiu’s hand.

“I bought it just now.” Luo Qiu opened it. “The same brand as last time, I think you can drink it.”

It reminded the butterfly of the thing last time—she bit open the bottle and gulped honey due to starvation. Her face then turned red.

But she couldn’t resist the tempting smell of honey!

The butterfly monster held it directly, swallowing it in a very short amount of time. In a while, she licked lips contentedly, “Sister Long asked me not to drink much honey, saying ‘Too much is the same as deficiency. So I’m just drinking milk recently.”

“Sister Long?” Boss Luo couldn’t help laughing.

The butterfly monster quickly covered her mouth when she realized she had let it slip. So she piteously said, “You haven’t heard a word, OK?”

“I probably know who is Sister Long.” Luo Qiu lightly shook his head, “It doesn’t mater.”

“Ah?” the little butterfly just nodded.

“OK, that’s it.” Luo Qiu said. Since he had known the current situation of the little butterfly, there was no need to disrupt her life.

“Ah! Wait a minute, the money! ”

“No need.”

Looking at Luo Qiu slowly leave the abandoned yard, the little butterfly suddenly shouted, “Boss… Are we…Are we going to meet again?”

She didn’t know why she asked this.

But obviously she got the answer.

“Don’t you know where I am?” Luo Qiu lightly said, “If you want to meet me, come at any time.”

After Luo Qiu disappeared, the little butterfly lowered her head to look at the empty bottle. She thought for a while, tightened the bottle cap, and then put it in her bag.

Luo Dance crouched down to touch the stray cats and whispered, “This boss is actually a good guy.”

Suddenly her cell phone rang.

“Excuse me, is that Miss Luo? This is Chao Yang Cram School. Your have passed the application. Please come to pay the tuition fee if that’s convenient. And then you can take the materials to start the class.”

“Oh, OK!”

It seemed that… There would be good things after she met the boss.

The little butterfly laughed and the wind became quiet.

…

Two days later.

Shen Meihuan sat alone in her son’s room, saying and eating nothing all day.

Her husband Gu Feng came in with a bowl of porridge, and lightly said, “Take some food.”

“I… I can’t. ” Shen Meihuan took her son’s photo and looked at it all day.

Dried or wet tears were all laid on the glass of the photo frame.

Gu Feng sighed, sat down to hug his wife and quietly closed his eyes, “Jiajie also wouldn’t have the heart to see you like this.”

“He wouldn’t have the heart?” Shen Meihuan suddenly stopped crying, “Wouldn’t have the heart… How can he leave me… Tell me! You tell me… Did I do anything wrong?”

Her husband didn’t know what to say, but just sighed.

Shen Meihuan cried, “Gu Feng, have we given too much pressure to our son… Were we really wrong?”

“I don’t know…” Gu Feng sorrowfully said, “Maybe I’m not a good father either. We never knew Jiajie’s real thoughts.”

“I was the one that forced Jiajie to die… It’s me, it’s me!” Shen Meihuan suddenly stood up and strongly pounded her chest, sadly saying, “I have killed him! I shouldn’t have forced him… I shouldn’t be so strict… I thought it was good for him, it’s me! It’s me!!”

Gu Feng hurriedly hugged his wife when seeing her lost her mind to strike her head against the wall. He shouted, “Calm down! Is this useful? You want to leave me alone?”

Shen Meihuan stopped in an instant. She covered her face, weakly sat down and cried, “Gu Feng…How should we live on in the future…”

“How should we live on… I don’t know. ” Gu Feng deeply sighed.

There were only he and his wife living in this family now. How should they live on in the long future without their son?

…

“It’s suicide.”

Officer Ma was stunned. He looked at the autopsy report from Old Qin and frowned, “Old Qin, has it been confirmed?”

Old Qin quietly said, “Living guys would lie, but the bodies wouldn’t. Unless you think I have made mistakes.”

“I don’t mean that…” Ma Houde smiled, and then sternly added, “But this is the fifth suicide, don’t you think it’s really f*cking weird?”

Old Qin was silent for a moment and suddenly said, “I must go back, my work is done. A judicial doctor can only confirm the physical situation of a man… And as for the mental health of the dead, we can’t draw a conclusion if the conditions are insufficient.”

“Mental health?” Ma Houde was astonished.

Old Qin lightly said, “Though it’s not fatal, there are many different wounds on the deceased, some are from sharp weapons. It is impossible if this child is just an ordinary student.”

“You mean…” Ma Houde nodded, “Domestic violence?”

“That is your job.”

Ma Houde deeply frowned when he saw this solemn guy leave his office.

Then Ma Houde whispered, “Damn it!”

Of course, the most damming thing were the five dead children included Gu JiaJie; they were all students in Chao Yang Cram School.

Ma Houde smoked one and one cigarette, and cigarette ash was full of the ashtray. Then he resolutely picked up the phone, “Hello, Old Liu!”

“Ma Houde! Pay attention to your manner talking to your superior!”

“Forget that!” Ma Houde quickly said, “Director, I want to open an investigation into a multiple-suicide case!”

“Do you have any evidence?”

“The fifth life! What evidence do you want?!”

“… All right.”