Trafford’s Trading Club

It’s not just Joan in a white sweater and Joan and Agumos in sweatshirts.

Although the passage was deserted at the moment, there were still some pedestrians who had witnessed this incident, and they looked at Agumos who fell to the ground in surprise.

Obviously, the new people didn't know who Agumos was, and they couldn't even see clearly what the two women and one man who were entangled looked like.

But suddenly one person jumps to attack, and then the other falls to the ground, which still makes people want to know what happened.

Seeing that pedestrians were already rushing over, the two Joans had different expressions and attacked Agumos. Joan frowned and looked quite irritable, while Joan wearing a white sweater gritted his teeth and turned around instantly. Just ran back.

Sweatshirt Joan snorted slightly at this moment, but her expression soon changed slightly because she discovered that the Eye of Horus ring on her finger was missing.

When did it happen... was he pushed to the ground and choked?

Is the target actually the ring on my hand?

The sweater Qiao An's eyes instantly turned cold. He took a step forward and caught up with the white sweater Qiao An who was fleeing in front of him.

"Hey! Don't leave!!"

The two pedestrians had already rushed over, but when they saw Agumos lying on the ground, a closer look revealed that blood was pouring out of his abdomen. At this moment, they did not care about catching up with the assailant woman and quickly called for help.

"Qiao An..."

Agumos fell to the ground in pain. In his hazy vision, the two Joans in front were chasing away one after another.

It seemed like they were all chasing something.

He has never seen Joan like this, when she said she wanted to destroy everything without any emotion, but she still called her 'dear'.

It seems that everything has been lost, and the body is just an empty shell... just a moving corpse that seems to have rotted away long ago.

In a daze, Agumos slowly closed his eyes. He could no longer hear the shouts of the passersby around him, and his sight was shrinking little by little. In the end, he just saw the retreating back of Qiao An, a sweater, until he disappeared... She was here Chasing something.

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"The body is missing?"

The head of the criminal police brigade who had just arrived was extremely surprised at the moment. He was listening to the absurd report that there was actually a follow-up after the corpse of the victim disappeared in the bathroom.

That's when the forensic doctor came back after searching around to see if there were any clues, and found that the blood stains that should have remained next to the body had disappeared.

The blood stains were not wiped away, because the forensic doctor had used ultraviolet light to conduct a blood stain test and the blood stains had indeed disappeared!

Han Bingjiang is not awake yet, but the victim's body and blood stains have disappeared without a trace... If the body cannot be found, how should Han Bingjiang be convicted?

Due to the disappearance of the body, the case instantly fell into a deadlock with no progress.

"Who is that? Is it Qiao An? Hasn't she appeared yet?" The head of the criminal police brigade asked helplessly at this time.

Because when I arrived, I got a rough idea of ​​what happened from the interrogator, and Han Bingjiang mentioned Qiao An again and again, that's why the police requested this search broadcast.

It may not be useful, but at least it will alarm people... If there is really any relationship between this case and this female star, there should be clues.

"Qiao An, no, but we just received a report of a malicious assault incident in the district. A foreign young man was stabbed in the abdomen with a sharp weapon, and the murder weapon was...a fork used for Western food!"

"Fork!" The captain was shocked.

Because according to the report, the murder weapon of the body that died in the bathroom was probably a fork used for Western food. Han Bingjiang was arrested because he wrapped the fork in blood-stained clothes and left it when it was broken. .

"Fork, corpse... blood stains..." The captain suddenly frowned, "Go and see if the blood stains are still on the clothes Han Bingjiang used to wrap the murder weapon!"

"Ah?" The team members were stunned, but under the fierce gaze of the captain, they quickly followed the instructions.

The team member walked out quickly, and not long after, the team member hurried back with a sealed bag and said in a panic: "Captain... the blood stains on the clothes are gone!"

"what happened?"

At this time, the captain couldn't help but open his mouth in surprise because he had already seen this piece of clothing as evidence once when he arrived, and it did have blood stains on it.

He can not trust his own eyes, because eyes will always make mistakes, but what if everyone's eyes are wrong?

"It's so weird..." He murmured to himself and suddenly said: "Who... who just attacked the foreign youth! Catch this person quickly! I have a feeling that the answer may lie with this person! Move, move, move!!”

"yes!"

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Song Haoran walked casually inside the airport with Song Ying.

Song Haoran, who always smiles, makes Song Ying unable to detect any nervousness. This aspect makes Song Ying feel that Song Haoran is somewhat similar to Luo Qiu.

Being easily anxious seems to have always been my fault. Even though I know I have this problem, I can't change it no matter what.

Sometimes it's really enviable, but sometimes it's also annoying.

"By the way, what's that child's name?" Song Haoran suddenly stopped and asked Song Ying.

"You mean Paul?" Song Ying replied subconsciously.

Song Haoran nodded, then turned around instantly and walked to the nearby stairs leading to the smoking room. Song Ying followed helplessly, only to find that Song Haoran had arrived at a place selling cigarettes next to the smoking room.

Song Haoran was reaching out to twist the lock of the door behind the cigarette counter. However, in an instant, Song Haoran broke the lock core of the door lock and opened the door.

"Is that this?" Song Haoran pointed to the small room used to store sundries and cigarettes.

"Why are you here..." Song Ying was stunned.

Because in this small room, she suddenly saw the child named Paul, who was currently wrapped in a long black windbreaker.

This should be the one worn by Joan who took Paul away from them. At the same time, there was another woman in uniform in the small room.

I'm afraid it was the employee who was selling cigarettes here. He was knocked unconscious and placed in this same place.

"It seems like there's really nothing behind this matter that's that simple?" Song Haoran narrowed his eyes at this time and stared at Paul for a while, "The schoolbag is here too."

"So, Luo Qiu has already met Paul?" Song Ying was startled, frowning and said, "Has he been in contact with that Qiao An in black?"

"Maybe." Song Haoran nodded, then suddenly squatted down and opened Paul's schoolbag.

"Hey, don't rummage through other people's things, it's immoral!" Song Ying frowned.

Song Haoran said seductively: "Maybe there are clues. Don't you want to know why there are two Qiao An?"

Song Ying emmmm.

But Song Haoran had already begun to flip through the things in the schoolbag. They were just some very simple things. Drawing books and crayon bags, a small bag of gummies and some scattered small items were not things worth studying.

Song Ying had seen this painting book before, and she took it out and started drawing when Paul was in the guard room.

Luo Qiu picked it up and brought it over once, and seemed to have looked through it. Song Ying didn't pay much attention to it at that time. At this time, seeing Song Haoran flipping through things casually, he began to put the things that Song Haoran had dug out back into Paul's schoolbag.

"What's going on with this child?" But Song Haoran's face was full of surprise at this time.

"What's wrong?" Song Ying asked curiously.

Song Haoran opened one page of the painting book and placed it in front of Song Ying's eyes.

This painting is very simple, and it would not be an exaggeration to describe it as crude. But when you take a closer look at what it draws, it can't help but give people a chilling feeling.

In the room with black lines, a woman held a knife in her hand, while the other woman was lying on the ground... On the ground, a lot of color was spitted out with a red crayon.

The color of blood!

"How could this kid... draw such a picture..." Song Ying opened her lips slightly in surprise.

"Children can easily write down what they see."

Song Haoran said calmly: "We always feel that children can easily forget something. But it turns out that children can actually remember more things than adults, and they can even remember things for a lifetime."

"Then...then is this the process of murder?" Song Ying said in disbelief.

"Things seem to be getting very interesting." Song Haoran smiled at this time and looked at the sleeping Paul, seeming to be thinking about something.

Suddenly, Song Haoran picked up Paul and said to Song Ying: "Come, let's hide him first, maybe there will be some good show... Since we hid him here, he should be back soon."

"Ah, wait……"

Seeing that Song Haoran was already holding Paul and starting to hide somewhere, I remember that Song Ying could only quickly put her schoolbag on her back, close the door of the storage room, and then sighed and followed.

How can I put it...it's never boring to be with Song Haoran.

But the fact that he likes to seek death is really tiring... Speaking of which, how did he find out that Paul was hidden inside?

The two quickly hid in the rest area outside the stairs, pretending to be tourists sleeping here.

Of course, Paul was hugged and covered with clothes.

"Is this useful?" Song Ying frowned and asked... This guy seemed to have forgotten the purpose of coming out.

Did you agree to find Luo Qiu?

"Isn't he here?" Song Haoran suddenly made a silencing gesture, and turned his head slightly, looking behind him.

"Qiao An... two!"

The two faces of Qiao An, one behind the other, are chasing each other at this time.

The one in front was wearing a white sweater, while the one in the back was wearing a sweater. They were chasing after each other very urgently. Qiao An, who was wearing a white sweater, walked directly towards the stairs leading to the smoking room.

"Looks like the show is about to start!" Song Haoran's mouth started to squeak.

"Oh my God, what time has it been? Why are you still in the mood to eat...what did you eat?"

"Gummy, I just found it in my schoolbag. Do you want to eat it? It tastes pretty good." Song Haoran opened his palms at this time.

"You are a person who even robs children's snacks! It's unbelievable!" Song Ying rolled her eyes, stood up, and walked towards the stairs. She wanted to see what these two Qiao An were doing. Something happened.

Song Haoran shrugged, hugged Paul, and then glanced at the gummy candy in his hand, "When did this brand come out with this flavor? Why didn't I know about it before?"

Song Haoran glanced at the production date curiously.

July 11, 2025.

"2025?"

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"Thanks."

Qiao An said suddenly.

So Luo Qiu stopped and looked at each other with curious eyes.

Qiao An said quickly: "It's just that you saved me, and I didn't even thank you properly. It's a bit rude."

"What's life like as an actor?" Luo Qiu suddenly asked.

Qiao An was surprised by the other party's question. He was dazed for a while, and then said with a wry smile: "This has never been a very good job. Some people love it, and some people already hate it but still insist on it. In fact, everyone I'm just holding on reluctantly. To be honest, after decades, who will be able to think of you?"

"That's right." Luo Qiu nodded and continued: "Then let's go, there is not much time."

Luo Qiu suddenly pointed in a direction. This was not the place mentioned on the radio. Qiao An frowned and asked subconsciously: "Time is running out...what do you mean?"

"The time left for you." Luo Qiu thought for a while and said: "In other words, there is not much time left for you guys... At least that's how I understand it, for now."

"I...I don't quite understand what you are talking about." Qiao An looked at Luo Qiu, who always felt that this young man was very strange. At this moment, she picked up her guard that she had just put down.

"Do you believe that everyone is unique?" Luo Qiu suddenly asked.

Qiao An just stared blankly.

"Everyone is unique, at least in the same time and space." Luo Qiu said slowly: "That's why you won't see another yourself, and therefore the current time and space will become stable. This is a very complicated thing. Running theory, but you can also think of it as a kind of stability. Each of us is a cog in this world, and those cogs that are stalled, those cogs that are aging and need to be replaced, and those that are in need of repair, are the world Things that are being decided by themselves. Only when there is order and no chaos can the rotation of the whole world become normal, just like a clock. And if, in this strict clock, there is an extra gear that does not exist before, breaking this Stability. What do you think the clock will look like?"

"I...I don't quite understand what you are talking about."

"Haven't you noticed it yet, yourself." Luo Qiu said softly: "Your hand."

"Hand..." Qiao An subconsciously raised his arm, "My hand!"

At this moment, what frightened her was that her palms actually faded away, as if they had been made transparent. She could already see the ground through her palms.

"It will be erased." Luo Qiu said seriously at this time: "You can think of this as a self-protection mechanism... It itself will erase these parts that do not originally belong here, and try not to Leave some traces to ensure the independence of each part, so that order can be restored to stability again and time can continue to move forward... Do you understand?"

"I...I will disappear...meaning?" Looking at his faded palm, he suddenly reached out his hand to grab Luo Qiu in fear.

However...she couldn't hold Luo Qiu's arm.

The palm passed directly through Luo Qiu's arm.

"So I say, there isn't much time left for you."