Trafford’s Trading Club

If, all loss can be recovered.

If, all regrets can be remedied.

If all regrets can be saved...

Well, the results will be different.

And the future, is what.

I've always felt that the lowest part of life is not how bleak it is, but how blind it is to the future.

- I thought life was good, the future was good… that's what everyone should think.

Fortunately, after graduation, I found a very well-paid job in the eyes of my fellow students.

- Yes, I always feel lucky… but why, why is everything suddenly different?

By the way, I shouldn't have gone back to the office that night... it was raining. It should be raining... I don't really want to remember that night.

- Why would I leave my keys at work? Why should I go back?

Go back and meet the boss who deserves to be paid back. He was really drunk... I didn't really want to do anything, but he jumped at me and tore my clothes off.

- The thunder outside was loud and the weight of the company's owner on me was heavy, and I was blank.

I always thought that this would happen only in the story of a TV show, in the plot of a novel, in the news of a newspaper, and never in my own body.

I took the courage to sue this animal-like man, but he said I seduced him.

By the way, I lost the case because I couldn't afford a good lawyer.

Suddenly, bitches, foxes, shamelessness and other labels became obvious to me. Then, for the reasons of the case, I became a false accuser, in need of compensation.

Interestingly, the boss said he understood that I was a freshly graduated student, wanted to take a shortcut to the sky, got lost on the road to life for a while, so he was going to forgive me and not compensate me.

- Lost ceremonies, ridiculed by the audience.

- Unconscious.

I should thank him, right? So I gave him a great gift… I cut the tools he used to destroy my life. Well... when I cut that thing, I didn't feel any revenge. I simply felt that if I cut it, then what he took from me should have been taken back by me.

Ah, that's not funny.

So I ended my life.

I closed my eyes and jumped off the roof of the company.

- I thought it should be over... until I suddenly woke up.

Until I met her.

Until I met myself.

She was also surprised to see me, saying that there was a feeling of watching a science fiction movie. Actually, why don't I try it myself?

Actually, she's luckier than me, because she grew up in a great family, and she's a real Miss Thousand Kings. She has almost everything I've ever dreamed of… in this strange and similar world.

Interestingly, she had a lot of things that I envied, but she told me she didn't want anything that she already had. She wanted freedom, not a family puppet.

- Are you kidding... Are you kidding me?

What exactly is the future? Obviously I couldn't have had her future before... but why could she have me.

And I need to suffer like that.

Since we're all the same, we're all the same, we're all the same.

- So... why don't you just disappear? I'd be you in this world.

Now I'm Joanne, Joanne of the world.

- The Eye of Horus ring, and then I finally discovered its secret… the secret of coming to this strange and similar world myself.

- You can jump in different spaces, take me, bring me to you.

- I feel like a human being who has been eating forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden… I always feel that at the end of an unknown time and space, there may be an unprecedented amount of luck, a truly perfect life waiting for me.

……

“The future, is what. ”

Joan, the sweatshirt, walked down the stairs step by step, and the fork of the Western meal in his hand rested on the catheter of the armrest, making a friction sound.

She slowly walked down the stairs, looking at the other herself in front of her - Joanne in a white sweater. She obviously doesn't care which different time and space Joan came from.

In front of her, Joan, in a white sweater, was panicking to open the door to the storage room behind the cigarette counter - perhaps too panicked to realize that the door was actually unlocked.

The storage room is only a tiny bit big and the eyes can definitely see everything. But Joanne in the white sweater obviously didn't find Paul who was supposed to be here... here, the only one left who was knocked out by her.

“The future, what? ”

The sound behind... the sound of Joan the sweatshirt.

Joan, in a white sweater, turned around in panic - Paul was gone, which made her feel numb at the moment. And now there's an even more ferocious self.

She doesn't even have a reason to admit that this sweatshirt Joan is another self in the air at the same time - she's like a beast, a beast with infinite desires, a demon who releases all the evil in her heart.

“That's you, isn't it?” The sweatshirt Joan suddenly asked at this point.

This gives Joanne a slight lip on a white sweater.

Just saw Joan's finger on the teeth of the western fork, smiling: “The guy behind me has been chasing my people. Several times, I can actually feel your presence... do you know why I haven't done anything against you? ”

Joan, the white sweater, stuck his body on the wall and looked around quickly, looking for a way out of danger - the Eye of Horus ring, though taken from the other party, but Paul was gone… and it made no sense.

“You're not dealing with me because you're afraid I'm gonna jump at you?” Joan White smiled and said calmly: “Now that you know I've run into you several times, you should also understand that the ring... I'll use it too. ”

Joan, the sweatshirt, shook his head, "Perhaps this is also a factor to consider, but not the most important. The main thing is... you and I are actually the same type. ”

White Joan smiled coldly: "Don't think of me as you! You're a complete lunatic! In so many worlds, I have never proactively harmed any of myself. And you... how many have you killed? ”

“How much?” Joanne's lips suddenly tightened, like she was trying to think, and she suddenly laughed: “Three, five, eight? Or 10? Maybe more? I don't remember-- by the way, I just killed two of them. You want to know? ”

White Joan sweats... she doesn't understand why, in different space-times, a killer like this is created.

“Two?” White Joan tried to distract each other, "How could there be two of us in the world? ”

“We?” The sweatshirt Joan's voice suddenly chilled, “I am me, you are you, even if the name is the same, you and I are independent individuals. It seems to me that you, too, and they are, at best, just the same as me, but enjoying what is supposed to be mine in other times. So it's you, not us. ”

Joan White took a deep breath, "I heard you found a skinned woman in a men's bathroom... you think it was a good thing you did? ”

“Yeah.” Joanne the sweatshirt suddenly bit her fingernails, "which was kind of her own bad luck, didn't know how to trigger the function of the ring, and even after coming here, she still hadn't found it. It's amazing what the world is saying to me, to make her shout out, and to describe her life in front of me, even with Paul... how happy people, how many worlds I've jumped, have never been able to give birth to Paul... no, I haven't tried this happiness as a mother. I can't help but try to destroy it! ”

“Don't make excuses for your cruelty!” White Joan coldly said: “Anyway, kill it, forget it, you still...”

“There's no way, is there?” The sweatshirt Joan calmly said: "It seems that every world only allows one Joan to appear, so now that I'm here, she can't survive. Blame her for disappearing too slowly... and being in such a crowded place as the airport. If anyone finds out about her, I think it's a bit of a hassle to stay. ”

Joan, the sweatshirt, said with a smile: "In fact, peeling is a really technical job. If you're not careful, you may not be able to peel it. ”

White Joan was creepy to hear at the moment - even though she had encountered the sweatshirt Joan in a limited number of jumps, she seemed to be more cruel each time.

Fallen, or corrupt?

“Actually, I still like the world... because this time and space are so similar to my last time and space. Now that I'm here, it's like living again... who doesn't like it? Something like this before returning to remorse. And I was lucky enough to run into the enemy of the last time. Han Bingjiang... I didn't expect to meet this guy, and he actually became an entertainment journalist in this time and space. But really dogs don't eat shit... they're scum! ”

“Whatever someone else has done in another time, in this time he may not... you are a demon!” White Joan bit his teeth, then suddenly looked at Joan behind the sweatshirt in dismay, “Why is there another one...”

Others may not understand this phrase, but Joan the Sweatshirt obviously understands... and one more thing!

Considering the white coat in front of you, Joanne the Sweatshirt has met three different people here. One is to jump with Paul... no, depending on her condition it should be the ability to inadvertently trigger the ring, which is why this is so unprotected, so it should be said that she got lost here in time and space with Paul.

And the second is Joan, the original time-space star —— the hoodie Joan wanted to replace this time.

But if there's one more... it's not impossible!

The sweatshirt Joan turns around subconsciously, but the stairs behind him are obviously empty - instantly, the sweatshirt Joan just feels the whole world spinning!

Joanne in white pressed her all over her body, pressed her face so hard that she died on the cold floor.

“Stay here forever! Whatever life you want has nothing to do with me!” Joan White said coldly at the moment: “I just want my Paul, I just need to take him away... you have nothing to do with me!! ”

“Ha ha ha ha!! That's why I'm saying, what's the difference between you and me in essence... look at you, look at you now.” The sweatshirt Joan was laughing, “Don't you think? Like what? Now we can use" we "! ”

“I'm not like you!!” White Joan was angry.

The sweatshirt Joan sneered, “Is your child gone? I said your child in the original world... is it also called Paul? Dead or gone? From you? ”

“Bullshit!! I found Paul! Bullshit! Bullshit!! Bullshit!!! Ah--!!! ”

Sudden stinging.

The pressed sweatshirt Joanne, at this point, was the counterhand that ruthlessly inserted the fork on Joanne's waist in white!

The head of the fork and even the entire site did not go into Joan's body in white, while, in this gap, Joan in the sweatshirt flipped directly over and crushed Joan in white to the ground.

She sat on Joan's body in white, stretching out her left hand to grab Joan's neck in white, while her right hand, pinched her fist, relentlessly hit Joan's cheek in white.

After a short descent, almost all the effort was made.

I don't know how many times the sweatshirt Joan suddenly stopped, gasping, looking at Joan in white with blood all over his face, and looking at his right hand.

The right hand has faded.

And Joan's body in white, that's a little bit like that.

The sweatshirt Joan threw a bite in Joan's white face at this point, “Shh, has it begun… the world's correction. Looks like we're gonna have to get rid of you now. ”

In front of him, Joan the White was dying, and Joan the Sweatshirt pulled out the fork directly from Joan the White from his waist.

This action prompted Joan White to scream painfully.

The sweatshirt Joanne held the fork in both hands and raised it high, facing Joanne's throat in white!

“Mom!!! ”

Above, the scream of a frightened child.

Joan, the sweatshirt, suddenly raised his head and saw a pair of strange men and women on the sidewalk on the stairs.

The woman glared at the moment and looked over her mouth, shocked as if she could not speak... while the man was holding a blonde child.

“Mama! Mama...”

The child screamed in horror, but suddenly the man covered his mouth with his hands.

Seeing this man also looking down at the moment, Hippie smiled: “Sorry to interrupt you... although I have a lot of questions to ask you, depending on your situation, I don't think I have time to answer my questions, so I guess I should digest myself... hmm, do you want some fudge? ”

The man shook the soft candy bag on his hand at this time and said, "It seems to be 2025. ”

The sweatshirt Joan suddenly hid the ring from Joan in white and put it back on his finger, disappearing for a moment.

The man holding Paul… Song Hao ran at this moment.

“Die! ”

The next second, there's a murderous noise behind you!

It's a sweatshirt, Joanne!