Trafford's Trading Club

Chapter 967: Lost (3)

The foreigner who had mentioned going to the bathroom to wash his face had not returned yet, nor had the one who said they were going to touch up their makeup.

At this time, the female guard was kind enough to pour some water for Luo Qiu and Song Ying.

The guard room had become somewhat quiet.

Bored, Song Ying covered her mouth and yawned. Perhaps due to boredom, she casually picked up something from the table to look at.

It seemed to be the lost-item form filled out by the foreigner: a green ring.

It seemed that among many items, rings were the most commonly lost... Song Ying didn’t think much of it and casually glanced at the contact name written by the foreigner.

It was in cursive, and written very beautifully—Song Ying couldn’t help but take another look and read aloud: "Agu... Moss... Amadoys... Mozart?"

Song Ying yawned again, attempting to read it all the way through: "Agu Moss Amadoys Mozart... I really hate these long names."

At that moment, Luo Qiu suddenly looked over.

Song Ying shrugged and put the form down, then glanced at the two idle guards, as if implying: "It's not like I was snooping; it was just left here casually."Luo Qiu smiled slightly.

Song Ying shot him a glare before suddenly moving her chair over and teasing, "The guy earlier said he was a composer, with the last name Mozart, could he be a descendant of Mozart or something?"

She was just joking, after all, even if the last name was the same, there could still be plenty of people with the same name.

"What if it’s true?" Luo Qiu suddenly asked.

Song Ying froze. Although she had asked the question, she hadn’t actually considered what to do if it were true.

People often do this, they get curious and ask hypothetical questions, but never really think about what to do if the hypothesis turns out to be true.

"I don’t know!" Song Ying responded instinctively. "Even if Mozart himself appeared in front of me, it wouldn’t change anything... I’m not his fan."

"Why don’t you go back to the hotel for now?" Luo Qiu suddenly suggested. "I’m not too tired, staying a bit longer is fine."

"Are you... concerned about me?" Song Ying suddenly looked at Luo Qiu.

"Is there a problem?" Luo Qiu smiled faintly.

Song Ying was stunned for a moment, then suddenly slapped her hands on Luo Qiu's face—not as a hit, more like pinching his face with both hands. "Well, thanks, I’m still quite energetic."

Luo Qiu blinked, not quite understanding Song Ying’s actions and somewhat surprised. Just as he was about to say something, a loud crash suddenly sounded from outside.

It was an extremely loud sound, especially in the quiet airport terminal at this late hour.

Along with the crash came the sharp sound of an alarm!

"Is it a bomb?" Song Ying suddenly jumped to her feet, frowning.

The two guards were frantically calling the airport’s main desk, trying to inquire about the situation. Meanwhile, Paul was squatting under the table, covering his ears, visibly scared.

Luo Qiu seemed to be in deep thought.

Soon, the male guard received information from the airport’s main desk and relayed it to everyone: "There’s been an explosion in one of the men's restrooms on this floor for an unknown reason. The airport’s SWAT team has been dispatched! If possible, please follow us to a safe place. We need to block all entrances and exits now. We don’t know if there are other areas at risk or if there are people causing damage, so please understand!"

It seemed like a situation that couldn’t be avoided.

While Song Ying continued to call Song Haoran at the hotel, she nodded at Luo Qiu and walked to the door of the guard room, looking at the situation in the hallway.

Paul remained crouched under the table, still frightened.

Luo Qiu pushed his chair aside, squatted in front of Paul, and suddenly asked, "Do you still want to stay here? If you want to go back, now is a good time."

Paul slowly opened his eyes, his gaze full of fear, and with a trembling voice, said, "Mom..."

"Alright." Luo Qiu nodded and extended his hand.

Paul hesitated for a moment but eventually removed his hands from his ears and placed his palm in Luo Qiu’s. Luo Qiu smiled, then gently pulled Paul from under the table, picking him up and starting to pack up his things.

Sketchbook and crayon bag.

"Don’t worry about that, let’s go to safety first!" Song Ying quickly called from the door. She was no longer on the phone, clearly having contacted the Song family. At this moment, two men in black suits appeared outside the door.

They were bodyguards from the Song family, carefully chosen from their village. How these two suddenly appeared didn’t require much thought.

It seemed they had been following behind after seeing Song Ying and Luo Qiu "acting independently."

Luo Qiu put Paul’s backpack on, then carried the child and walked out, calmly saying, "Let’s go."

The two bodyguards stood one in front and one behind Luo Qiu and Song Ying, their eyes vigilantly scanning the surroundings. This made the two guards in the guard room stare in astonishment.

These men and women couldn’t be some rich young master and lady, could they?

...

After splashing cold water on his face several times, Agu Moss took a deep breath, wiped his face, and then looked at himself in the mirror.

However, the song Paul had hummed kept replaying in his mind.

It was impossible to shake off... it wasn’t something a simple creative overlap could explain away—if it wasn’t that, then where did this complete song, which was identical to the sea monster song he wrote, come from?

Could someone else have written it earlier—and it was exactly the same, and he was the one who had plagiarized?

How absurd!

Agu Moss took another deep breath. His family had some unique circumstances—his older brother was regarded as a genius in the eyes of the family. The pieces that Agu Moss took months to master, his brother could learn in just a few days.

In their eyes, his brother was like an incarnation of their ancestors. They had high hopes for him... No matter how hard Agu Moss tried, he always stood behind his brother, watching him like the center of the world.

Agu Moss had once thought that his life would always be like this—yet, that brilliant brother suddenly gave up music and became an archaeologist, using his nearly perfect hands to dig up dirt from the earth.

Those godly hands should have been playing on the black-and-white keys of the piano... his mother would often sadly lament like that.

Archaeology was fine.

Agu Moss thought that at least he had never given up on music—yet, his family had never acknowledged his talent... he was someone without talent.

But Agu Moss had never given up. He wanted to prove himself—no matter how far he was from his genius brother, at least he had talent.

This song was his work to prove himself—he had been writing it for nearly two years. Though progress was slow, every note, every segment, contained all his heart and effort.

And now he was being told that this song had already existed, and his painstaking work was nothing but a joke?

Had it not been for growing up in a well-off family, Agu Moss might have gone mad from the shock—though things weren’t much better now.

Joan, Agu Moss thought of the woman he admired, the one who had inspired him to create this song... she always gave him peace.

Agu Moss picked up his phone outside the bathroom door.

This bathroom should be the nearest one after leaving the guard room, but he hadn’t encountered Joan on his way here... maybe she hadn’t come out yet?

But what puzzled Agu Moss was that the phone had been ringing for quite some time without being answered, and with his sensitive hearing, he hadn’t heard the phone ringing from the women’s bathroom.

"Strange, did she already go back? She didn’t go to the other side, did she?" Agu Moss muttered to himself.

"Agu Moss!"

At this moment, he heard Joan’s voice—it was her voice, but there seemed to be something subtly different about it.

Although he felt puzzled, Agu Moss turned around and saw Joan herself, without a doubt.

"You…" Agu Moss slightly opened his mouth. There was an inexplicable, unsettling feeling in his heart, but he couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was.

"What’s wrong?" Joan asked, looking at Agu Moss with concern. "Are you feeling unwell?"

"Oh… it’s nothing," Agu Moss shook his head, thinking that it was probably his anxiety about the song that was unsettling him. He tried to calm himself down. "Maybe I’m just tired from the long flight."

Perhaps he should find out more from that child, Paul, about the origin of the song… At the very least, if someone else had indeed come up with a similar composition before him, he wanted to meet and understand them.

"Maybe you’re just too exhausted," Joan said, taking his hand with a concerned look. "Are you sure you’re okay?"

Agu Moss gave a slight smile to reassure her while glancing around nervously. "Isn’t it forbidden to act too intimately in public places?"

"There’s no one here, silly!" Joan playfully rolled her eyes at him. "I didn’t even bring my assistant this time. If I’m not worried, why are you?"

"I guess I’m just being overly cautious," Agu Moss replied with a wry smile.

Their relationship, from acquaintance to mutual understanding and now to love, had been filled with twists and turns. So far, their relationship had remained innocent, as Joan was a devout believer who avoided certain behaviors before marriage.

"Why don’t we leave now?" Joan suddenly suggested. "There are too many people here. Staying too long will eventually lead to trouble… who knows if there are paparazzi lurking nearby?"

"That would indeed be terrible," Agu Moss agreed. Being trailed by the media was an all-too-common occurrence for celebrities.

"But what about the child in the security room?" Agu Moss asked worriedly. "If we don’t clear things up, who knows what those two security guards might say, or how those young men and women might react. Your identity has already been exposed."

"You’re such a fool! The child has already been handed over to the security guards. When the parents come to claim him, everything will naturally be cleared up," Joan replied impatiently.

"That’s true," Agu Moss nodded, then asked, "But what about the ring?"

"I’ve already found the ring," Joan said, raising her hand. A green jade ring was now on her right middle finger. "It seems we’re still meant to be together. I picked it up while walking!"

"It’s good that you found it," Agu Moss nodded. However, he didn’t seem as happy as expected because it meant he no longer had a reason to stay.

This meant he couldn’t uncover the truth about the song.

"You… still seem unhappy," Joan looked up at him and asked softly. "Isn’t this ring an important gift from your brother?"

"No, you’re overthinking it," Agu Moss smiled. "Let’s go!"

Boom—!!!

A sudden loud noise erupted, followed by the piercing sound of an alarm.

Joan spun around in shock, glancing at the corridor behind her. There was no one there. She stepped back and grabbed Agu Moss’s hand. "Let’s go…"

"Go?"

Joan quickly said, "The alarm’s been triggered! Something might have happened. It’s not safe here. Shouldn’t we leave now?"

"You’re right," Agu Moss nodded.

The two quickly headed toward the arrival hall. Along the way, they saw passengers emerging in a panic from other corridors. Announcements urging passengers to evacuate echoed through the halls.

Joan and Agu Moss soon joined the crowd and arrived at the baggage claim area.

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Pain… so much pain!

Han Bingjiang struggled to get up, shaking his head. The last thing he remembered was being knocked out hard.

And the person who did it was none other than the celebrity, Joan.

Instinctively, Han Bingjiang reached to rub the spot where he’d been struck. But then he realized he was holding something in his hand—a silver fork.

A dining fork.

The fork was stained with red blood!

Terrified, Han Bingjiang immediately dropped the fork to the ground. However, that wasn’t the most horrifying part.

The most terrifying thing was what lay beside him in the men’s restroom. Sitting against the wall was a woman’s corpse!

Her body was covered in blood, likely from massive blood loss. Her face had been skinned, but her eyes remained open.

Those eyeless, lidless eyes stared directly at Han Bingjiang as if she were still alive!

Han Bingjiang, panicked, stumbled back and fell to the floor again.

(End of Chapter)