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

The passage was deserted, but there were still pedestrians—and those who witnessed it looked in amazement at Agumos, who had fallen to the ground.

Obviously, the newcomers didn't know who Agumos was, and they couldn't even see what the two women and a man were looking like in the middle of it.

But all of a sudden, one person pounces on the attack, and then the other falls to the ground, it still makes people wonder what happened.

Seeing that there were already pedestrians hurrying over, the two Joannes had different expressions - Joan, who attacked Agumos, frowned and looked quite irritable, while Joan, who was wearing a white sweater, gritted his teeth, turned around and ran back in an instant.

Joan snorted softly, but soon her face changed slightly—she noticed that the ring of the Eye of Horus on her finger was missing.

When is the thing...... Was it when he was pressed to the ground and choked by the neck?

Is the target actually the ring on your hand?

The sweater Joan's gaze instantly became cold, and he stepped out and directly caught up with the white sweater Joan who fled in front.

"Hey, don't go!!"

The two pedestrians had already rushed to the ground, but when they looked at Agumos who had fallen to the ground, they found that his abdomen was bleeding profusely, and they couldn't bother to catch up with the murderous woman at this moment, so they hurriedly called for help.

"JoAnn ......"

Agumos fell to the ground in agony and embarrassment, and in his hazy vision, the two Joannes in front of him were chasing after each other.

It's as if they're all chasing something.

He had never seen Joan like this, when she said emotionlessly that she wanted to destroy everything, and yet shouted 'dear' to herself.

It's as if everything has been lost, and the body is just an empty shell...... It's just a corpse that can move, as if it has long since decomposed.

In a trance, Agumos slowly closed his eyes, he couldn't hear the shouts of the pedestrians around him, his eyes were shrinking little by little, and finally he just saw the back of Joan in the sweatshirt until it disappeared...... She's chasing something.

......

......

"The body is missing?"

The person in charge of the criminal police brigade who had just arrived here was extremely surprised at this moment. He was listening to the bizarre report that there was a follow-up to the disappearance of the victim's body in the bathroom.

That is, when the forensic doctor searched around to see if there were any clues, he came back again and found that the blood stains that should have remained next to the body were gone.

The bloodstains were not erased, because the medical examiner had already done the bloodstain with a UV lamp – and the bloodstains were indeed gone!

Han Bingjiang hadn't come to his senses yet, but the body and blood of the victim had disappeared without a trace...... If even the body can't be found, then how should Han Bingjiang be convicted?

Because of the disappearance of the body, the case instantly fell into a stalemate, and there was no progress.

"Who is that? Joan? Hasn't she shown up yet?" asked the head of the criminal police brigade helplessly at this time.

Because when he arrived, he learned roughly about what happened from the interrogator, and Han Bingjiang mentioned Qiao An repeatedly and four times, so the police asked for this broadcast to find the person.

Not necessarily useful, but at least alarming...... If there is really anything to do with this female star behind this case, it should reveal clues and the like.

"Joan didn't, but we just received a malicious wounding incident in Area C, where a foreign youth was stabbed in the abdomen with a sharp weapon, and the murder weapon was ...... Forks for Western food!"

"Fork!" the captain was startled.

Because according to the report, the body that died in the bathroom, and the murder weapon is also likely to be a fork used for Western food - and it was precisely because Han Bingjiang wrapped this fork in blood-stained clothes and left that he was broken, so he was arrested.

"Forks, corpses...... Bloodstains ......" The captain frowned suddenly, "Go and see, the bloodstains on the clothes that Han Bingjiang used to wrap the murder weapon are still there!"

"Huh?" the team members were stunned, but under the captain's vicious gaze, they quickly complied.

The team member walked out quickly, and then after a short time, the team member hurriedly walked back with a sealed bag, and said with a panicked expression: "Captain...... The blood on the clothes, no, no!"

"What's going on?"

At this time, the captain couldn't help but open his mouth in surprise - because this garment, which was used as evidence, he had already seen it once at the time of arrival, and there were indeed blood stains attached to it.

He can not trust his own eyes, because eyes always go wrong – but if everyone's eyes go wrong?

"It's weird...... he muttered to himself, and suddenly said, "people...... Someone who has just attacked a young foreigner! Arrest this person quickly! I have a feeling that the answer may be in this person! Move, move!!"

"Yes!"

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......

Song Haoran walked around the airport very casually, with Song Ying.

Song Haoran, who was always smiling, made Song Ying unable to see the slightest nervousness - this aspect made Song Ying feel that Song Haoran and Luo Qiu had some similarities.

It's easy to get anxious, and it seems that it's always been your fault - although you know that you have this problem, it doesn't matter how you can't always change it.

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

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

"You said Paul?" Song Ying replied subconsciously.

Song Haoran nodded, then turned around in an instant and walked to a staircase next to him that led to the smoking room. Song Ying reluctantly followed, but found that Song Haoran came to a place selling cigarettes next to the smoking room.

Song Haoran was reaching out at this time to twist the lock of a door behind the cigarette counter - but in an instant, Song Haoran directly twisted the lock cylinder in the door lock and opened the door.

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

"How could you ...... here" Song Ying was stunned.

Because in this small room, she saw the child named Paul, who was now wrapped in a long black trench coat.

This must have been the one Joan was wearing when she had taken Paul away from them—and there was another woman in uniform in the small room.

I'm afraid that the same employee who sells cigarettes here was also placed in this place after being knocked unconscious.

"It seems that this matter is really not so simple?" Song Haoran narrowed his eyes at this time and stared at Paul for a long time, "The schoolbag is also here." ”

"So, Luo Qiu has already met Paul?" Song Ying was stunned for a moment, frowned and said, "He has been in contact with that black-clothed Qiao An?"

"Probably. 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 tempted: "Maybe there are clues, don't you want to know why there are two Qiao An?"

Song Sakura emmmm.

But Song Haoran had already begun to rummage through the contents of the bag—just some very simple things, drawing books and crayon bags, a small packet of gummies, and some small bits and pieces, which were not worth studying.

Song Ying had seen this painting book, and Paul took it out and painted it when he was in the guardhouse.

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

"This kid ...... What's going on. But he saw that Song Haoran was full of surprise at this time.

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

Song Haoran opened one of the pages of the picture book, and then put it in front of Song Ying's eyes.

It's so simple that it's crude—but when you look at it carefully, you can't help but shudder.

In the black room, a woman is holding a knife while another is lying on the floor...... On the ground, spit a lot of color with red crayons.

The color of blood!

"This kid ...... How can you draw such a picture......" Song Ying opened her lips slightly in surprise.

"It's easy for a child to write down what he sees. ”

Song Haoran said indifferently: "We always feel that children can easily forget one thing. But it turns out that children write down more things than adults, and even remember things for a lifetime. ”

"That'...... Then this, is this the process of killing?" Song Ying said in disbelief.

"Things seem to be getting interesting. Song Haoran smiled at this time, looking at the sleeping Paul, as if he was thinking about something.

Suddenly, Song Haoran hugged Paul and said to Song Ying: "Come, let's hide it first, maybe there will be some good show to watch...... Since you've hidden people here, you'll be back soon. ”

"Huh? wait......

Seeing that Song Haoran had already hugged Paul and began to find a place to hide, he remembered that Song Ying could only quickly put the schoolbag on his back, and then closed the door of the storage room, and then sighed and followed.

How so...... It's never boring to be by Song Haoran's side.

But he likes to die, and it's really tiring...... Speaking of which, how did he find out that Paul was hiding inside?

The two of them quickly hid - in fact, in the rest area outside the stairs, pretending to be travelers sleeping here.

Paul, of course, was held in his arms and covered with his clothes.

"Does this work?" Song Ying asked with a frown...... This guy seems to have forgotten the purpose of coming out.

What about looking for Luoqiu?

"Didn't people come? Song Haoran suddenly made a silent gesture, and twisted his head slightly, looking at the back.

Joan...... Two!"

One in front and one behind, Joan was chasing at this time.

The one in front was wearing a white sweater, and the one in the back was wearing a sweatshirt - they saw that the chase was very urgent, and I saw Joan in a white sweater walking directly to the stairs leading to the smoking room at this time.

"It looks like a show is about to be staged!" Song Haoran's mouth chirped.

"Oh, when is it, why are you still in the mood to eat...... What do you eat?"

"Gummy, I just found it in my school bag, can I eat it? Song Haoran spread out his palms at this time.

"You're a person, you even grab children's snacks!It's unbelievable!" Song Ying rolled her eyes, simply stood up, and then walked towards the stairs, she wanted to see what was going on with these two Joans.

Song Haoran shrugged his shoulders, hugged Paul too, and then glanced at the gummies in his hand, "When did this brand come out with this taste, why didn't I know before?"

Song Haoran glanced at the production date curiously.

July 11, 2025.

“2025？”

......

......

"Thank you. ”

Joan said suddenly.

So Luo Qiu stopped, looked at each other, and showed a curious gaze.

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

"Actor, what kind of life is it?" Luo Qiu suddenly asked.

Qiao An was surprised by the other party's question, and was in a trance for a while before he smiled bitterly: "This has never been a good job. Some people love it, some people hate it and still hold on. In fact, everyone is just barely holding on. Honestly, who will remember you decades from now?"

"That's right. Luo Qiu nodded and continued, "Then let's go, time is running out." ”

Luo Qiu suddenly pointed in a direction, this is not the location of the place mentioned on the radio. Qiao An frowned, and subconsciously asked, "Time is running out...... What does that mean?"

"Time left for you. Luo Qiu thought for a while and said, "Or maybe there is not much time left for you...... At least that's how I understand it, for now. ”

"I... I don't quite understand what you're talking about. Joan looked at Luo Qiu—she had always felt that this young man was very strange, and at this moment she picked up the vigilance that had just been lowered a little.

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

Joan just stared blankly.

"Everyone is unique, at least on the same plane. Luo Qiu said slowly: "So you won't see another self, and therefore the current time and space will become stable." It's a complex theory of operation, but you can also think of it as a form of stability. Each of us is a cog in the world, and those gears are stopped, those gears are aging and need to be replaced, and those that need to be repaired are things that the world itself decides. When there is no order, the whole world will turn normally, just like a clock. And if, in this tight clock, there is an extra gear that does not exist in the first place, it breaks this stability. What will become of the clock, you say?"

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

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

"Hand ......" Joan subconsciously raised her arm, "My hand!"

At this moment, what frightened her was that her palm had faded, as if it had been transparent, and she could already see the ground through her palm.

"It will be erased. Luo Qiu said at this time: "You can see this as a self-protection mechanism...... It will erase these parts that did not belong here, and try not to leave any traces, to ensure the independence of each part, so that the order can be restored to stability again, and time can continue to move forward...... Got it?"

"I... I'm going to disappear... What do you mean?" looked at his weakened palm, and suddenly reached out in fear and horror to grab Luo Qiu.

However...... She couldn't grasp Luo Qiu's arm.

The palm of his hand passed directly through Luo Qiu's arm.

"That's why I said, there's not much time left for you. ”