Trafford’s Trading Club

When the two-person team Solomon and Daji discovered Long Yangjun, he was sitting on the edge of a desolate land, closing his eyes and playing an instrument called the Sheng.

Daji was no stranger to the Sheng. She once lived in the palace and had her own team of musicians and a teacher.

But Solomon was obviously a little curious, and couldn't help but take a second look at this strange instrument. Although they both live in the cracks of dimensions, there is not a close connection between the transcendent and the transcendent.

If there was no anxiety between the thrones, they would most likely have been separated. Of course, some of the Transcendents also had personal friendships of varying degrees.

Solomon knew about Long Yangjun's existence, but rarely could say more than a few words. When the two parties met, it was just a matter of saying hello. On the other hand, Daji and Long Yangjun had a pretty good relationship in private.

"Long Yangjun, I have been looking for you many times, just because I hope you can listen to you play a piece of music." Daji smiled slightly at this time: "But it is hard to find a piece of gold. What happened today that made you so happy?"

Long Yangjun put down the sheng in his hand, stood up and nodded towards Daji with a smile: "It's just something I felt. If the empress likes it, Long Yang will definitely come to your house in person to play for you one day."

Daji smiled sweetly and was charming. This woman seemed to have a special charm given by God, which even a transcendent person would find difficult to resist.

Many times, Solomon could only try not to look into Daji's eyes. This did not mean that his willpower was not firm enough, but because of Daji's strength, which was the result of his eyes that seemed to be able to capture the soul.

Not just him, many detached people have difficulty coping with Daji's beauty, especially men... Maybe only Long Yangjun is the only one who doesn't have such trouble, right?

But now is not the time for small talk.

Solomon said sternly: "Long Yangjun, Daji and I teamed up and captured a lot of Yuan Demons. Not long ago, we also encountered a complete Void Yuanzu. We have exceeded the expectations given by the Thrones... What about you? Really? I didn’t expect to meet you here by such a coincidence.”

Maybe we can take this opportunity to communicate more with Long Yangjun.

Although he has become a transcendent, he is still the emperor of the human world, and he is innately interested in winning over the camp.

"I'm not very lucky, I just caught one. However, this Yuan Demon is quite interesting." Lord Long Yang looked at Solomon at this time, looking at the front and back of the Void Yuan Demon with the head of a human and the body of a snake that he had captured. Said briefly once.

He looked at Solomon at this time, his eyes brightened slightly, and he chuckled: "A very high-quality one, it may be able to go very far as a Void Demon in the future... It is really a pity that it will be used to complete the plans of the thrones this time. ”

"Haha, this is easy to handle." Solomon said cheerfully at this time: "I have some extra here. If Lord Long Yang doesn't mind, I can give it to you."

"Then I can't thank you enough." Long Yangjun was not polite, but looked at this once heroic emperor of a foreign country with burning eyes.

Daji glanced back and forth between the two of them, then narrowed her eyes, as if waiting for something interesting to happen.

Unexpectedly, Long Yangjun suddenly asked: "By the way, have any new members joined recently?"

Solomon was startled and said subconsciously: "I've never heard of this. However, some time ago, some of our companions who were responsible for guiding the way found better newcomers. Among them, the one who was most praised by the thrones was a man named 'Eric Yes, but he seems to be receiving guidance from Master Qi Cha Di Hu Sha in the throne room and has not yet appeared. The rest of the newcomers are still in the assessment stage... So who is the newcomer Long Yang Jun is referring to? "

"Alex?" Long Yangjun opened his mouth in slight surprise, "To be able to be appreciated by that adult, it seems that the potential is not trivial... Well, the person I met, I haven't come yet to ask his name. But I can see that he is very unfamiliar with the cracks in this dimension, and I am afraid he is not the newcomer chosen this time."

"Oh?" Daji said with interest: "If you don't go through the guidance, then there are only two or three possibilities for being able to come here. Either your own strength has arrived and you feel that you can no longer stay in the main world, or you have mistakenly entered some secrets. He broke in by mistake."

Long Yangjun recalled: "This little brother is very strange. According to him, he entered here to find something... I'm afraid he didn't enter by mistake."

"In other words, he relied on his own ability?" Solomon's eyes suddenly lit up, "The Thrones have always valued the younger generations who are detached according to their own. It seems that this news needs to be spread to the Thrones. Long Yang Jun, what does this person look like?"

For detached people, the development of the brain can no longer be described by common sense, and photographic memory is probably just instinct.

"This is simple." Long Yangjun smiled, "Maybe some of the many companions know him...let me draw a picture."

After saying that, Long Yangjun gently pulled out the sword in his hand and planned to use the sword to paint.

He closed his eyes and stood quietly with his sword in hand. However, after a while, there was no movement from Lord Long Yang. Daji had seen Lord Long Yang’s paintings, and there was no doubt that he could achieve a lifelike state, but at this moment But he also discovered something wrong with Long Yangjun.

"Long Yangjun, are you having any difficulty?" Daji asked softly.

Only then did Long Yangjun open his eyes, looked at his two companions with a strange expression, frowned and said, "I...can't remember what this little brother looks like."

"What?" Solomon asked in surprise.

Daji also showed a surprised look.

"I can recall what he said, but his appearance has become very blurry in my memory." Long Yangjun took a deep breath and said: "Later, I tried to explore my memory and found this memory It’s getting blurry.”

"Oh?" Solomon raised an eyebrow, "Could it be said that this newcomer has the ability to influence or even change the memories of others? If true, that is a very troublesome ability."

"In that case, hurry up and get to the throne room." Daji suggested at this time.

Long Yangjun nodded, "Good."

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When Luo Qiu returned to the bottom of the passage between the dimensions he came from the mirror world, the suspended wasteland where he originally landed had disappeared, and there was nothingness around him.

Luo Qiu did not find Paul. His intuition told him that if he continued to search between dimensions, he would not find Paul. But since he did not die, there was only one possibility left.

The body slowly lifted up from the passage. As he gradually escaped from the gap between dimensions, the passage in this mirror world was also quickly closing.

The moment Luo Qiu completely left the abyss passage, the surroundings had returned to their original appearance, and the abyss passage also changed back to its original appearance of the mirror world airport hall.

Underfoot are spotless floor tiles that can almost reflect a human face.

"Luo Qiu!"

Luo Qiu, who had just arrived, heard Song Ying's nervous and anxious call. Luo Qiu looked over and found Song Ying standing in fear.

Song Haoran is also here, but Song Haoran is motionless at this time... In other words, Song Haoran has directly turned into a stone statue at this time.

He was completely petrified.

"What happened?" Luo Qiu came to Song Ying and looked at Alaya.

Song Ying opened her mouth but stopped talking.

Alaya, on the other hand, said without any pressure [Answer: This individual is judged to be dangerous, and it is recommended that behavioral detention be carried out. 】

Luo Qiu looked at Song Ying, and Song Ying had no choice but to say: "You also know Song Haoran's character... He is actually not bad, but he was a little more curious, and then... he probably asked some things..."

She didn't dare to say that Song Haoran actually planned to record secretly.

But after Luo Qiu took a look at the fragments of the blown-up mobile phone on the ground, he already had a guess in his mind... Song Haoran was only temporarily petrified, and his life was not in danger.

A time and space is like a precise clock. Every individual is an indispensable part of the clock. As the sub-administrator of this time and space, Alaya will not destroy any part casually.

"Has the chaos in time and space been restored?" Luo Qiu asked Alaya.

[Answer: The disorder factors have been calmed down. 】

Luo Qiu nodded and suddenly said: "You can do whatever you have to do. There is nothing special. I will not take the initiative to enter the mirror world of this time and space."

This time Alaya did not respond and just remained speechless.

So Luo Qiu suddenly waved to Song Ying and Song Haoran, and at that moment they left the mirror world directly.

Luo Qiu glanced at the place where Han Bingjiang's body should have been lying. He found that Han Bingjiang's body was gone. He must have been 'processed'.

As for Qiao An, who was recreated by Alaya, he had already opened his eyes at this time.

It's just that this Qiao An's eyes are dull, without any aura, just like a puppet... But ordinary people may not be able to tell the difference when she is officially 'activated'.

Because once ‘she’ is ‘activated’, it means that ‘she’ is already an ordinary person in that time and space.

"It seems you are quite used to this kind of operation." Luo Qiu said with a slight smile.

Alaya said [Affirmative: This is the 19235th incident, and the database has enough cases for reference. 】

"19235..." Luo Qiu was slightly surprised. For a world with a huge population base, this is just a drop in the ocean. However, this number of about 20,000 is actually not a lot.

Luo Qiu pondered slightly. In fact, there wasn't much that Luo Qiu wanted to know from Alaya.

But there is only one thing.

"Have you...besides me, have you ever seen any other source authority?" Luo Qiu looked into Alaya's eyes.

The light in the blue pupils began to flicker, and Luo Qiu discovered that whenever Alaya was thinking or analyzing, there would be such a light in his eyes.

He waited.

[Answer: No. 】

"No?" Luo Qiu was startled, then pondered for a moment, and suddenly asked: "If it is a request from the root authority that requires you to delete a certain memory of yours, will you comply?"

[Affirmative: The root authority is above that of the sub-administrator. 】

Luo Qiu nodded, without saying anything more, and then slowly backed away in front of Alaya's eyes. While retreating, Luo Qiu's figure gradually disappeared from this mirror world.

In the almost deathly quiet mirror world, only Alaya's still non-fluctuating voice sounded at this moment.

[Following the implementation of the correction plan...]

She raised her hand and let the recreated 'Qiao An' start to move.

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When Song Haoran's perception came back, he found that he was in the same airport where he was first pulled into the mirror world, where Han Bingjiang met three different Qiao An.

"Song Ying?" Song Haoran looked at Song Ying subconsciously.

Song Ying shook her head, a little flustered and worried: "Are you okay? You didn't know that your whole body just turned into stone! It really scared me!"

Song Haoran frowned, and then suddenly said: "Give me the phone!"

"Why are you still thinking about this..." Just when Song Ying was about to blame her, she saw Song Haoran suddenly pinching his sleeves.

The wrist on the sleeve was dripping with blood at the moment. Song Ying opened her mouth in surprise, "When did you get it?"

Song Haoran didn't speak. He just wiped away the blood on the wound quickly. After the blood on the wound was wiped away, the meaning of the wound that appeared in front of Song Ying became clear.

Alaya.

The wound on the wrist turned out to have this name... Song Haoran secretly carved this text on his body, "Quickly, take a photo of this wound... while we can still remember it. She said she would eliminate us memory!"

"This..." Song Ying hesitated slightly at this time, but couldn't resist Song Haoran's eager gaze, so she could only half push and half take out the phone.

Unexpectedly, just when Song Ying was about to take a picture, another palm suddenly placed on Song Haoran's wrist.

At the same time, Luo Qiu's voice came, "Are you injured? Let me see... Well, you're already healed."

When Luo Qiu's palm left, the bleeding wound on Song Haoran's wrist had disappeared.

The two of them looked at Luo Qiu in shock at the same time. At this moment, Luo Qiu stretched out his hand between the two of them and snapped his fingers.

The two lost consciousness for a moment and stood quietly.

Luo Qiu glanced at Song Haoran and whispered: "In the future, you will have contact one day."

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In the airport explosion, the suspect named Han Bingjiang was targeted, but he took the opportunity to escape during the trial. While Han Bingjiang was escaping, he even stabbed a foreign young man. There were numerous witnesses at the scene who could prove this.

As for Han Bingjiang himself, he accidentally fell down an escalator somewhere in the airport while escaping in a hurry. He suffered severe head trauma and suffered massive bleeding. Rescue efforts were ineffective and he died directly.

The reason why the suspect wanted to make a bomb has also become a mystery because of the suspect's death.

Song Haoran, Song Ying, and Luo Qiu were walking back to the hotel in the airport. Song Haoran was walking with his hands behind his neck and a relaxed look on his face, and suddenly said: "In the end, do you still not know who the parents of any child are?"

Song Ying said: "Didn't the people at the security office say that the child's parents have already taken him away... Really, it was all over, but you insist on saying that you came out anyway and were hungry to find something to eat. It's okay now, bump." When we arrived at the scene where Han Bingjiang lost his footing, the police almost asked you to question you! What if our identities are exposed?"

"You can't blame me!" Song Haoran put his arm on Luo Qiu's shoulder, "I came out to find him with you!"

"Song Haoran!!"

"Oops, I almost forgot! I ordered suite service for my room! I'm going back first!"

"Don't go! Asshole!!"

Chasing.

Luo Qiu watched the two people quarreling away, suddenly stretched, and then opened the door to his room in the hotel.

When he returned to the room, there was a picture book placed on the snow-white sheet.

Luo Qiu poured a glass of water, sat by the window with his drawing book, and began to turn over the drawing book. On the latest page, there was a sun painted with orange-red crayon.

Below is grass and flowers almost as tall as the house. Mother and son are holding hands.

Luo Qiu picked up the tea cup and took a sip of water, then flipped the picture book forward.

There is a page like this: A woman fell in a pool of blood, and a woman stood next to the body with a knife.

"What do parents mean to their children?" Luo Qiu was silent for a moment, and finally closed the picture book.

Then he opened the curtains and saw the airport in the early morning, "Probably... some kind of inheritance."

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Distant space and time.

Suddenly there was a child in the room.

This child is almost identical to the child who was sleeping in this room. This is really a surprising thing.

Maybe they were just twins...or so he thought.

However, when the sleeping child suddenly woke up, he was obviously very surprised to see a child like himself standing next to his bed.

"Who are you?" The child who had just woken up asked curiously.

"Hey, is mommy good to you?" the child standing by the window suddenly asked.

Although it was strange, the child who had just woken up was very confused. He nodded subconsciously and smiled happily: "It's the best for me!"

"Oh! That's good." The child standing beside the bed nodded.

But suddenly, the child by the bed suddenly grabbed a pencil from the table by the window, and without saying a word, inserted it into the neck of the child by the window.

"That's my mother!"

Soon, very soon, the child on the bed stopped moving. He just stared wide-eyed, and there was a pencil stuck in his neck.

The child beside the bed had some blood spattered on his body and face.

At this time, a voice suddenly came from downstairs of the house, a very gentle voice, "Paul? Paul? Are you awake? When you wake up, come down quickly and brush your teeth and have breakfast, okay? The school bus is coming!"

So the child beside the bed reached out and wiped the blood on his face, and the blood gradually disappeared from his body.

Then he showed a smile as bright as the sun and said happily: "I'm awake, Mom!"

The child changed a set of clothes and then opened the door to the room, "Mom! What's for breakfast today!"

The moment he closed the door, the door made a slight clicking sound.

Squeak.