Chapter 1547
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Chapter 1547 Grand Finale
“Qing Yu!!”
Seeing An Qingyu’s condition, Jiang Er exclaimed in shock, reaching out to gently hold his head, but her hand passed right through him.
“Qing Yu!” An Qingyu’s figure curled up in the wheelchair became increasingly hunched. As he struggled, he lost his balance and was about to fall from the wheelchair when Lin Qiye quickly grabbed him. “Qing Yu, are you alright?”
“Qiye…” An Qingyu’s features were contorted with pain. He gripped Lin Qiye’s wrist tightly, his bloodshot eyes meeting Lin Qiye’s gaze. His lips trembled as he spoke, “What they’re looking for… should be me…”
Lin Qiye looked at him, his expression gradually becoming complex, his hands involuntarily clenching into fists…
Honestly, before today, Lin Qiye hadn’t connected An Qingyu with the Mi-Go incident at all. Although An Qingyu’s headaches coincided with the Mi-Go invasion last time, one coincidence wasn’t enough to make him suspect his brother. Moreover, An Qingyu had no connection to the K-system, so why would the Mi-Go target him?
But today, [Mortal Divine Domain] repeatedly pointed toward An Qingyu’s location, forcing Lin Qiye to reconsider carefully.
He and the other Night Watchers had searched Beijing for so long without finding any trace of items or people related to the K-system. If the Mi-Go’s target wasn’t the K-system but something else… then among everyone, An Qingyu was the most likely possibility.
The Old King Wang had said that in the future, An Qingyu would become this world’s nightmare. When meeting the future An Qingyu in hell, his words seemed to indicate some connection with the K-system. Combining this with the “coincidence” of An Qingyu’s headaches and the Mi-Go invasions, all these fragments of information seemed to point in one direction…
But even if An Qingyu might be connected to the K-system in the future, that was a future matter. Lin Qiye knew clearly that the current An Qingyu had absolutely no connection with them. He was just the deputy leader of the [Nightfall] team, nothing more.
If so, why would the Mi-Go target An Qingyu?
Although scattered information pointed suspicion toward An Qingyu, there was no direct, clear evidence. Lin Qiye had planned to take An Qingyu and the others back to Beijing headquarters after the party to report this to Zuo Qing and the Heavenly Court to see what they thought.
But he never imagined that the Mi-Go would descend at this moment!
It’s worth noting that the interval between the previous Mi-Go invasions was four days, but now it had been less than two days since the last invasion.
Seeing An Qingyu’s headache attack now, Lin Qiye was basically certain of his suspicions. After all, one coincidence could be a coincidence, but two coincidences… weren’t so simple. Every time the Mi-Go invaded, An Qingyu would get headaches. There must be some connection between them.
But now, Lin Qiye had no time to explore their relationship.
“There are sixteen of them this time! Damn it, are their numbers growing exponentially?” Lin Qiye’s face was extremely grim.
Lin Qiye could easily kill one “Klein”-level Mi-Go, and they could handle four without much trouble. But if sixteen appeared at once, in different directions, where would they find enough people to stop them?!
“Sixteen?” Hearing this number, Chen Han’s heart sank. “Where are they?”
“Within ten kilometers of Beijing University… very close to us, but their positions are scattered, and they’re all rapidly approaching.” Lin Qiye glanced at An Qingyu, who was clutching his head in pain. “They… seem to have already locked onto Qing Yu’s position.”
After the battle at Chennan Pass, there were very few “Klein” boundary Night Watchers left. Now with sixteen “Klein” Mi-Go appearing in Beijing’s urban area at once, it was undoubtedly a disaster!
Chen Han’s expression changed rapidly as she immediately pulled out a walkie-talkie from her pocket and said gravely:
“Immediately deploy [No Precept Domain] within a ten-kilometer radius around Beijing University, and requisition all sound transmission devices within ten kilometers to prepare for broadcasting [Dream Whisper].”
Lin Qiye was familiar with these two standard prohibited items of the Night Watchers. He had seen both during his first mission with the Nanda Snake Demon. The former prevented outsiders from entering the barrier, while the latter could reshape listeners’ short-term memories through sound transmission.
When these two prohibited items were used simultaneously, it meant the situation had become extremely serious.
“Sixteen Mi-Go – we definitely won’t have time to kill them separately… The only option now is to gather them on campus and kill them all at once,” Lin Qiye’s mind raced.
“But there are many teachers and students on campus. Is there time to evacuate them?”
“No need to send people to evacuate. I can handle it alone.”
A resolute look flashed in Lin Qiye’s eyes as he turned to Jiang Er. “Jiang Er, hack into the campus system and redirect all speaker and loudspeaker signals to the equipment here.”
Jiang Er was stunned for a moment, then seemed to realize something and nodded immediately: “Got it!”
Lin Qiye strode through the dark, empty audience hall, lightly jumped onto the center of the stage, took the microphone from the stand, and looking at the empty venue before him, sighed helplessly:
“I never thought that the final performance would be mine…”
Lin Qiye turned his head and called out to the tent with the control console behind the stage: “Cao Yuan! Turn my microphone volume to maximum!”
Inside the tent, although Cao Yuan didn’t understand what was happening outside, he could vaguely guess from Lin Qiye’s demeanor. He immediately turned to Lu Menglei and said:
“Can you turn his microphone back on and increase the volume?”
“No problem!” Lu Menglei pressed a few buttons again, and electronic feedback came from the speakers as she adjusted Lin Qiye’s microphone volume to the maximum.
“Put these on.” After thinking for a moment, Cao Yuan took a pair of noise-canceling headphones from the table and put them on Lu Menglei’s head.
An Qingyu was suffering from a splitting headache, and Lu Menglei was the only one who could operate this equipment. If she were also controlled by Lin Qiye’s singing, things would get complicated.
Below the stage, Jiang Er closed her eyes briefly, then opened them and nodded to Lin Qiye, indicating that all speakers were connected.
Lin Qiye gripped the microphone, took a deep breath,
“The big windmill turns creaking round and round…”
The melodious yet strange singing voice transmitted through every speaker at Beijing University – from bushes along the roads, to playback devices in classrooms, to Bluetooth speakers connected to students’ computers in dormitories… The moment they heard this song, everyone’s brows instinctively furrowed, and then their eyes gradually became vacant!
