Trafford’s Trading Club

It's not just Joan in a white sweater and Joan and Agumos in a sweatshirt.

Even though the passage was cold, there were still pedestrians —— those who witnessed it -- who looked stunningly at Agumos, who fell to the ground at the moment.

Obviously, the newcomers do not know who Agumos is, and they do not even know exactly what these two women and men are entangled in.

But all of a sudden, one person jumps on the attack, and the other falls on the ground, and it still makes people want to know what's really going on.

Seeing that a pedestrian had rushed in, the two Joannes looked differently - attacking Agumos' Joanne frowned and looked quite irritated, while Joanne, in a white sweater, bit her teeth and instantly turned back and ran.

The sweatshirt Joan hummed this moment, but soon her face changed slightly - because she found the ring on her finger with the eye of Horus missing.

When did this happen... when I was pinched on the ground and strangled?

The target is actually the ring in his hand?

The sweatshirt Joan's gaze instantly cooled down, stepping out and catching up directly with Joan, the white sweater running forward.

“Hey! Don't go!! ”

Two pedestrians had rushed to the ground, but at first glance at Agumos who had fallen to the ground, he could not catch up with the murderer's woman and hurried to call for help.

“Joan...”

Agumos fell to the ground in a painful, hazy gaze, and two Joannes in front were chasing away.

As if they were chasing something.

He had never seen Joan like this before, when she said without emotion that she was going to destroy everything and yelled at herself 'dear’.

It's like losing everything, the body is just an empty shell… just a corpse that can move, as if it had rotted long ago.

Between the trances, Agumos slowly closed his eyes and the pedestrian scream around him was deafening, his gaze shrinking slightly, and finally he just saw Joan the sweatshirt go away in the back until it disappeared... what was she chasing?

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“The body disappeared? ”

The head of the criminal police brigade who has just arrived here is very surprised at this moment. He was listening to a rough report that there was actually follow-up to the disappearance of the victim's body in the bathroom.

So when the forensic physician searched around to see if there was a clue, he came back again, and found that the blood that was supposed to have been left next to the body was gone.

The blood was not erased because the forensic physician had already tested the blood with an ultraviolet lamp - the blood did disappear!

Han Bingjiang hasn't woken up yet, but the victim's body and blood have disappeared without a trace... If even the body can't be found, then how should we get into Han Bingjiang?

The circumstances of the case were instantly deadlocked by the disappearance of the body and no progress was made.

“Who's that? Joan, is it? She hasn't shown up yet?” The head of the criminal police brigade asked helplessly at this time.

The police asked for this broadcast because when he arrived, he understood the story from the interrogator, and Han Bingjiang mentioned Joan three times and four times.

It doesn't necessarily work, but at least it will be shocking... if what's really behind this case has anything to do with this celebrity, it should show signs or something.

“Joan did not, but we have just received a malicious assault in Area C in which a foreign youth was stabbed in the abdomen with a sharp instrument and the murder weapon was… a fork for Western food! ”

“Fork!” The captain was shocked.

Because, according to reports, the body that died in the bathroom, and the murder weapon, was probably a fork for Western cuisine, was arrested precisely because Han Bingjiang left the fork wrapped in bloodstained clothes and was smashed.

“Fork, corpse... blood...” The captain frowned suddenly at this moment, "Go and see if the blood on Han Bingjiang's clothes used to wrap the murder weapon is still there! ”

“Ah?” The team were stunned, but in the fierce eyes of the captain, they did so quickly.

The team quickly walked out, and shortly afterwards, the team hurried back with a sealed bag. "Captain... the blood on the clothes, no, no! ”

“What's going on? ”

The captain opened his mouth with surprise at this point - because of this clothing as evidence, which he had seen once in his time of arrival and which did bear blood on it.

He can't trust his own eyes because they always go wrong - but what if everyone's eyes go wrong?

“It's weird...” he muttered to himself, suddenly: “Man... who just attacked a foreign youth! Get this man! I have a feeling the answer may be to this person! Move, move!! ”

“Yes!”

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Song Haoran walked freely in the airport with Song Cherry.

Song Hao Run, always smiling, made Song Cherry not see a little nervous - this made Song Cherry feel that Song Hao Run had something similar to Lo Qiu.

Easy to rush, seems to have always been my problem - although knowing that I have it, nothing can always change.

Sometimes it's really enviable, but sometimes it's irritating.

“By the way, what was the child's name again?” Song Hao suddenly stopped and asked Song Cherry.

“You mean Paul?” Song Sakura answered consciously.

Song Hao ran nodded and then instantly turned around and walked to a staircase next to him that led to the smoking room. Song Cherry was helpless enough to keep up, but Song Hao Run came to a place next to the smoking room where cigarettes were sold.

Song Haoran was reaching out to twist the lock on the door behind the cigarette counter - but instantly, Song Haoran broke the lock core in the lock and opened the door.

“Is this it?” Song Hao Run pointed to this small room for groceries and cigarettes.

“Why are you here...” Song Cherry stunned.

Because in this little room, she suddenly saw a child named Paul, who was wrapped in a long black trench coat.

This is what Joan, who took Paul away from them, was wearing —— and there was another woman in uniform in this little room.

I'm afraid it's the employees who sell cigarettes here, who have been knocked out and placed in the same place.

“Doesn't it really seem that simple?” Song Hao ran closed his eyes and stared at Paul for a while, "the bag was there. ”

“So, Rochu has already met Paul?” Song Cherry frowned. “Has he made contact with Joan in black? ”

“Probably.” Song Hao nodded and suddenly knelt down and opened Paul's bag.

“Hey, don't go through people's stuff, it's immoral!” Song Cherry frowned.

Song Hao ran tempted: “Maybe there's a clue. Don't you want to know why there are two Joannes? ”

Song Cherry emmmm.

But Song Haoran has started to flip through the contents of this schoolbag -- just some very simple things, books and crayon bags, a small bag of soft sugar, and pieces of small objects -- that are not worth studying.

This picture book, Song Cherry, was seen by Paul when he was in the security room.

Luo Qiu picked it up once, seemed to have looked at it, and Song Cherry didn't pay too much attention at the time. At this time, I saw that Song Haoran also flipped up casually, and began to reload what Song Haoran flipped back into Paul's schoolbag.

“This kid… what's going on?” But Song Hao Lan's face is full of surprises at this time.

“What's the matter?” Song Cherry asked curiously.

Song Hao ran over one of the pages of the book and placed it in front of Song Cherry's eyes.

This painting is very simple, and it can't even be described as crude - but when you look carefully at what it paints, you can't help but feel the chills.

In the room with the black room line, one woman had a knife in her hand, while the other lay on the ground… on the ground, spitting a lot of color with a red crayon.

The color of blood!

“How could this child... draw such a painting...” Song Cherry opened his lips slightly in surprise.

“Kids can easily write down what they see. ”

Song Hao bluntly said: “We always feel that it's easy for children to forget one thing. But it turns out that children write down more things than adults do, even for life. ”

“So... is this, like, a murder story?” Song Cherry dared not believe it.

“Things seem to be getting interesting.” Song Hao ran laughed at this moment and looked at Paul in his sleep as if he was thinking something.

Suddenly, Song Hao suddenly hugged Paul and turned to Song Cherry: “Come on, let's hide first. Maybe we'll see some fun later... Since we're hiding people here, we should be back soon. ”

“Ah? Wait...”

Seeing that Song Haoran had begun to find a place to hide with Paul in his arms, he remembered that Song Cherry could only hastily carry his bag on his back, then close the door of the storage room, then sighed and followed.

I don't know... I never get bored with Song Hao Lan.

But he loved dying, and it was really tiring... how did he find Paul hidden in there?

The two of them hid quickly - in fact, in the resting area outside the stairs, as if they were sleeping here.

Of course, hold Paul while you cover him with your clothes.

“Does this work?” Song Cherry frowned and asked… this guy seems to have forgotten the purpose.

Where's Rochu?

“Didn't people come?” Song Hao suddenly made a quiet gesture and turned his head slightly, looking behind him.

“Joan... two! ”

Two sides before and after Joanne, chasing at the moment.

They were wearing white sweaters in the front and sweatshirts in the back —— they saw a very urgent chase, only Joanne in white sweaters walked straight to the staircase leading to the smoking room.

“It looks like the show is about to start!” Song Hao Run's mouth pounded and pounded.

“Oops, when is it? Why are you still in the mood to eat... what are you eating? ”

“Fudge, I just found it in my bag. Want some? Tastes good.” Song Haoran opened his palms at this time.

“You're a man who even robs children's snacks! Unbelievable!” Song Ying rolled her white eyes and rose up and walked towards the stairs. She wanted to see what was going on with these two Joannes.

Song Hao shrugged, hugged Paul, and glanced at the soft candy on his hand. “When did this brand smell like this? How could I not have known before? ”

Song Hao ran a curious glance at the date of production.

July 11, 2025.

“2025?”

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“Thank you.”

Joan suddenly said.

So Lochu stopped and looked at each other, revealing his curious eyes.

Joan said quickly: “It's just that you saved my life, and I didn't thank you very much. It's a little rude. ”

“Actor, what's the life like?” Lochu suddenly asked.

Joan was surprised by the other person's problem, and after a while he laughed bitterly: “This has never been a good job. Some people love it, some people already hate it, but they still insist. You're actually just insisting. Honestly, after decades, who can think of you? ”

“Exactly.” Lochu nodded and continued: “Let's go, we don't have much time. ”

Lochu was suddenly pointing in one direction, and this was not the location of the place he was talking about on the radio. Joan frowned and asked subconsciously: "Time is running out... what do you mean? ”

“Leave you time.” Rochu thought about it for a while: “Or you don't have much time left… at least that's how I understand it, for now. ”

“I... I don't really know what you're talking about.” Joan looked at Lochu - always feeling this young man was very strange to her, picking up the vigilance that only slightly let go at this moment.

“Do you believe that everyone is unique?” Rochu suddenly asked.

Joanne just stared.

“Everyone is unique, at least in the same time and space.” Lochu slowly: “So you don't see another self, and that's why time and space are now stable. It's a complicated theory of operation, but you can also think of it as a stability. Each of us is a gear in this world, and those gears are stalled, those gears are aging and they need to be replaced, and those are the things that the world itself is deciding. The whole world spins normally, just like a clock. And if, in this tight clock, there's an extra gear that doesn't exist, it breaks the stability. What do you think the clock will look like? ”

“I... I don't really know what you're talking about. ”

“You haven't noticed yet, yourself.” Lochu said softly, “Your hand. ”

“Hands…” Joan subconsciously lifted his arms, "My hands! ”

At this moment, she was frightened —— her palms faded, as if they were transparent, and she could see the ground through her palms.

“will be erased.” Lochu said positively at the moment: “You can see this as a mechanism for self-protection… it itself will erase parts that do not belong here and leave as little trace as possible to guarantee the independence of each part, thus restoring order to stability and keeping time moving forward… Understand? ”

“I... I'll disappear... Meaning?” Looking at his faded palms, he suddenly reached for Rochu in fear.

However... she couldn't grab Rochu's arm.

Palms go straight through Rochu's arms.

“So I said, there's not much time left for you. ”