valley.

On the empty plain, Lin Qiye and the others were seen whispering softly while stealthily approaching the empty nothingness in front of them, their eyes slightly lit up.

"……one two three!"

As soon as the words fell, the four of them suddenly stretched out their hands, grabbed in front of them, each holding a ball of air, turned around and ran in different directions.

puff!

At the edge of the valley, Wang Qing, who was looking curiously at the place, couldn't help laughing when she saw this scene.

“Hahahaha… Old Nie, look! These little guys are quite interesting!?”

Wang Qing's palm slapped Nie Jinshan's shoulder, making a banging sound, as if he was slapping a piece of steel. The latter turned his head and looked at her with a stern face, a hint of helplessness emerging in his expression.

"Keep your voice down. Kengqiang is still concentrating on controlling the [Virtual Reconstruction]. Don't disturb him." Nie Jinshan's low voice sounded.

Seeing this, Wang Qing shrugged awkwardly and looked around.

"By the way, why didn't Xiao Tangtang come?"

"Tang Yusheng won't come." Nie Jinshan said with some complexity, "Today's scene...it's better for him not to watch it."

Just as the two were talking, a figure in a dark blue jacket and skirt slowly approached from a distance. She had a hairpin on her head and looked like a palace lady walking out of an ancient imperial palace.

The moment she saw this figure, Wang Qing immediately put away the smile on her face and stood up respectfully:

"Senior Ram."

"Senior Gong Yang." Nie Jinshan spoke calmly.

Gong Yangwan smiled slightly, nodded at the two of them, and swept his eyes across the people of [Night] who were running in different directions in the open space, and finally fell on Lin Qiye.

There was light flowing in those beautiful eyes, and I don’t know what she was thinking.

…

On the busy street, Lin Qiye turned into the alley at the corner, and a flash of magical light flashed under his feet.

When he walked out again, he had transformed into a young man with an ordinary face, also wearing a light blue production suit.

If Lin Qiye wants to walk freely in this city, he must first use transformation magic to change his appearance, otherwise a crimson cloak would be too eye-catching on the street. And doing so can also avoid some troubles... such as the owner of the electrical appliance store who is chasing him with a curse.

After shaking off the owner of the electronics store, Lin Qiye left the crowd, climbed up a taller building next to him, stood on the roof and looked into the distance.

Since his mental perception was unusable, Lin Qiye could only use this most primitive method to survey the terrain. The pale blue aurora hung from the distant clouds like a curtain, covering the end of the city in his field of vision. The busy streets and rushing crowds gradually disappeared into it, as if there was another world behind the curtain.

"Is that the boundary of [Virtual Reconstruction]..."

Based on Lin Qiye's impression of Huaihai City, the reconstructed city before him was only about two-thirds the size of the real Huaihai City. In the pale blue aurora, rushing rivers flowed out continuously, along the wide river channel, passing through the most prosperous urban area of ​​Huaihai City like silk, and disappeared in the aurora on the other side.

Huangpu River, this is the only part that Lin Qiye has seen so far that overlaps with his impression of Huaihai City.

Lin Qiye stood on the roof, his eyes reflecting the entire reconstructed Huaihai City, rubbing his chin with one hand, as if he was thinking about something.

"There should still be enough time... Let's make some preparations in advance."

Lin Qiye checked the time, walked back to the street from the roof, and patted a young man who was about to get on a bicycle on the side of the road.

"Brother, can you lend me your car?"

The young man turned around and looked at Lin Qiye with a strange expression, his eyes full of vigilance, "Who are you?"

Lin Qiye waved at him, motioning him to put his ear closer.

The young man hesitated for a moment, but still leaned forward. Then, he heard a faint song:

"The big windmill is turning with a creaking sound..."

The young man was stunned, his eyes quickly blurred, and he stood there in a daze, as motionless as a sculpture.

Ding-a-ling——!

Lin Qiye got on the bicycle very naturally, kicked open the kickstand, and rode slowly along the street.

At this time, it was the peak time for factory workers to go home. The streets were crowded with bicycles, and the speed was generally slow. There was only one figure, moving easily among the bicycles like a ghost.

What no one noticed was that as the bicycle tires rolled over the ground, the dark night seeped into the road beneath their feet like ink and disappeared without a trace.

Lin Qiye shuttled back and forth between the streets based on the rough distribution of the urban area he had memorized in his mind. His tires rolled across the ground like a black pen, outlining some extremely complex and huge patterns bit by bit in this busy city.

…

The other side.

An Qingyu, carrying a black coffin on his back and a radio slung around his waist, stood quietly in front of a brand new stand-alone office building.

No matter what era it is, carrying a coffin on your back on the street is something that will definitely attract a lot of attention. But as An Qingyu stood there, the passers-by around him didn't even look at him, as if in their sight, An Qingyu didn't exist at all.

"This place seems a little familiar..." Jiang Er's voice came from the radio.

"This is the base of the 007 team stationed in Huaihai City." An Qingyu pushed up his glasses and said, "If a disaster is about to happen in a city, the most likely team to know about it in advance and take precautions must be the local night watch team. Now we don't have any clues, so we can only look for a breakthrough here first."

"I see." Jiang Er suddenly realized, "However, although the 007 team's office several decades later is indeed in this building, this does not mean that the 007 team of this era is also here, right? What if they moved in a long time later?"

"…That's also possible. We'll know when we go in and take a look."

An Qingyu walked straight into the building carrying the black coffin. The security guard standing at the door and yawning didn't notice anyone coming in at all. He leaned back in his chair and stared out the door in a daze.

The entire first floor lobby was deserted. Apart from a security guard at the door, there was no other figure. An Qingyu walked up the corridor and quickly found the office where the 007 team had received them based on his memory.

The office door was half-open, and faint voices of conversation could be heard from inside. An Qingyu was about to step in.

A figure behind the door frowned, turned his head suddenly, and a thunder-like sound exploded in the house!

"Who's outside?"

Bang--!

A broadsword pierced through the wooden door like lightning, wood chips exploded all over the sky, and the sharp cold light reached An Qingyu's face!

Seeing the blade coming towards him, An Qingyu was not panicked at all. Instead, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"Found it..."

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