Chapter 1370
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Chapter 1370 Bicycle
Mountain Valley.
In the open plain, Lin Qiye and his companions were whispering quietly as they stealthily approached the empty void before them, their eyes glowing faintly.
“…one, two, three!”
As the words fell, the four people suddenly reached out, each grabbing what appeared to be thin air, then turned and sprinted in different directions.
Puff!
At the edge of the valley, Wang Qing, who had been curiously observing from afar, couldn’t help but laugh at this sight.
“Hahaha… Old Nie, look! These kids are quite interesting, aren’t they?”
Wang Qing’s hand patted Nie Jinshan’s shoulder, making a thumping sound as if hitting a piece of steel. The latter turned his stern face to glance at her, with a hint of helplessness in his expression.
“Keep it down. Kengqiang is still concentrating on controlling the [Virtual Reconstruction]. Don’t create distractions for him,” Nie Jinshan said in a deep voice.
Seeing this, Wang Qing shrugged sheepishly and looked around.
“By the way, why isn’t little Tang Tang here?”
“Tang Yusheng won’t be coming,” Nie Jinshan replied with some complexity. “Today’s scenario… it’s better if he doesn’t see it.”
As the two were conversing, a figure wearing a deep cyan robe and skirt slowly approached from the distance, with a hairpin on her head, looking like a court lady who had walked out of some ancient palace.
Upon seeing this figure, Wang Qing immediately put away her smile and stood up respectfully:
“Elder Gongyang.”
“Elder Gongyang,” Nie Jinshan calmly greeted.
Gongyang smiled slightly, nodding to both of them. Her gaze swept across the [Night Curtain] members running in different directions in the open space, finally landing on Lin Qiye.
Light flickered in her beautiful eyes, her thoughts unknown.
…
On the bustling street, Lin Qiye turned into an alley, and a magical light flashed beneath his feet.
When he emerged again, he had transformed into an ordinary-looking young man wearing the same lake-blue production uniform.
To walk freely in this city, Lin Qiye had to change his appearance with transformation magic, otherwise a deep red cape would be too eye-catching on the street. Besides, doing this could also avoid some trouble… like the electronics store owner cursing and chasing after him.
After shaking off the store owner, Lin Qiye left the crowd and climbed up a nearby tall building, standing on the roof to look into the distance.
Unable to use his mental perception, Lin Qiye could only survey the terrain in this most primitive way. Pale cyan aurora fell from the distant clouds like a curtain, covering the edge of the city in his view. The busy streets and rushing crowds gradually disappeared into it, as if another world connected behind the curtain.
“So that’s the boundary of the [Virtual Reconstruction]…”
Based on Lin Qiye’s impression of Huaihai City, this reconstructed city before him was only about two-thirds the size of the real Huaihai City. Within the pale cyan aurora, flowing rivers poured out continuously, running through the city’s most prosperous districts like ribbons along wide channels, disappearing into the aurora on the other side.
The Huangpu River was the only part that matched Lin Qiye’s impression of Huaihai City so far.
Standing on the rooftop, Lin Qiye’s eyes reflected the entire reconstructed Huaihai City. He rubbed his chin with one hand, as if pondering something.
“There should still be enough time… let me make some preparations first.”
Lin Qiye checked the time, then walked back down to the street and tapped a young man who was about to get on a bicycle.
“Brother, can I borrow your bike for a bit?”
The young man turned around, looking at Lin Qiye strangely with wariness in his eyes. “Who are you?”
Lin Qiye beckoned to him, gesturing for him to come closer.
After a moment’s hesitation, the young man leaned in, and then, a faint song came from beside his ear:
“The big windmill turns creaking and squeaking…”
The young man froze, his eyes quickly becoming unfocused, standing motionless like a statue.
Ring ring!
Lin Qiye naturally mounted the bicycle, kicked off the stand, and rode leisurely down the street.
At this time, it was the peak hour for factory workers returning home. Bicycles moved densely on the streets, generally at a slow pace. Only one figure glided through the bicycle flood like a ghost.
What no one noticed was that as the bicycle’s tires rolled over the ground, the darkness of night seeped into the road surface like ink, disappearing without a trace.
Lin Qiye navigated between streets based on the city layout he had roughly memorized in his mind. The tires rolling over the ground were like a black pen, gradually tracing some extremely complex and enormous pattern in this busy city.
…
Meanwhile.
An Qingyu stood in front of a brand-new office building with a black coffin on his back and a radio hanging at his waist.
Carrying a coffin on the street would definitely attract attention in any era, but as An Qingyu stood there, passersby didn’t even glance at him, as if he didn’t exist in their vision at all.
“This place looks familiar…” Jiang Er’s voice came from the radio.
“This is the base of the 007 Squad stationed in Huaihai City,” An Qingyu pushed up his glasses and said. “If a disaster is about to happen in a city, those most likely to know in advance and take precautions would be the local Night Watchmen squad. Now that we have no clues at all, we can only start looking for breakthroughs here.”
“I see,” Jiang Er suddenly realized. “However, although the 007 Squad’s office will be in this building decades later, that doesn’t mean they’re here in this era too. What if they moved in much later?”
“…That’s possible too. Let’s go in and see.”
An Qingyu carried the black coffin and walked straight into the building. The security guard yawning at the entrance didn’t notice anyone entering at all, just leaning back in his chair and staring blankly outside.
The entire first-floor lobby was empty except for the security guard at the door. An Qingyu went up the stairs, and following his memory, quickly found the office where the 007 Squad had once received them.
The office door was half-open, with faint conversation coming from inside. Just as An Qingyu was about to step in,
A figure behind the door frowned suddenly and turned his head, his voice exploding like thunder in the room!
“Who’s out there!”
Bang—!
A broad blade pierced through the wooden door like lightning, sending splinters flying everywhere, the sharp cold light heading straight for An Qingyu’s face!
Seeing the blade coming at him, An Qingyu showed no panic at all. Instead, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth:
“Found them…”
