"Qingyu!!"

Seeing An Qingyu's appearance, Jiang Er exclaimed and reached out to hug his head gently, but his palm passed through lightly.

“Qingyu!” An Qingyu’s body curled up in the wheelchair became more and more hunched. As he struggled, he lost his balance and was about to fall off the wheelchair. Lin Qiye quickly grabbed him, “Qingyu, are you okay?”

“Qiye…” An Qingyu’s facial features were twisted in pain. He tightly grasped Lin Qiye’s wrist, his red eyes staring at Lin Qiye, and he spoke with trembling lips, “They are looking for… probably me…”

Lin Qiye looked at him, his expression gradually becoming complicated, and his hands clenched into fists uncontrollably...

To be honest, before today, Lin Qiye had never connected An Qingyu with the Migo incident. Although An Qingyu's headache occurred at the same time as the Migo invasion, a coincidence would never make him suspect his brother. Besides, An Qingyu had nothing to do with the Ke system, so why would Migo target him?

But today, [Mortal Realm of God] repeatedly pointed its target in the direction of An Qingyu, forcing Lin Qiye to reconsider carefully.

He and other Night Watchmen have been searching Shangjing City for so long, but have not found any traces of items or people related to the Ke system. If Migo's target is not the Ke system, but something else... then among all people, An Qingyu is the most likely.

The old Wang Mian said that in the future, An Qingyu would become the nightmare of this world. When I saw the future An Qingyu in hell, his words did seem to have some connection with the Ke system. At this time, combined with the "coincidence" of An Qingyu's headache and Migo's invasion, the intricate fragments of information seemed to have a direction...

But even if An Qingyu might be related to the Ke system in the future, that is a matter of the future. Lin Qiye knows very well in his heart that the current An Qingyu has absolutely nothing to do with them. He is just the deputy captain of the [Nightfall] team, and that's all for today.

If that’s the case, why did Migo target An Qingyu?

Although there were fragmentary information pointing the finger at An Qingyu, there was no direct and clear evidence. Lin Qiye had planned to wait until the party was over before taking An Qingyu and the others back to the Shangjing headquarters to report the matter to Zuo Qing and Tianting to see what they thought.

But he never expected that Migo would arrive at this time!

You know, the last time the Mi-Go invaded was four days away, and now it has been less than two days since the last invasion.

At this moment, when Lin Qiye saw An Qingyu's headache, he was basically certain of his guess. After all, one coincidence could be a coincidence, but two coincidences... were not that simple. An Qingyu had a headache when the Migos started to invade. There must be some kind of relationship between them and him.

But now, Lin Qiye no longer has time to explore their relationship.

"There are a total of sixteen this time! Damn, are their numbers growing exponentially?" Lin Qiye's face looked extremely ugly.

Lin Qiye could easily kill a Klein-class Mi-Go, and they could easily deal with four Mi-Go, but if sixteen of them appeared at once, and in different directions, where would they get enough manpower to stop them? !

"Sixteen?" Chen Han's heart skipped a beat when he heard this number. "Where are they all?"

"They are within ten kilometers of Shangjing University... very close to us, but their positions are scattered, and they are all approaching here rapidly." Lin Qiye glanced at An Qingyu who was holding his head in pain, "They... should have locked onto Qingyu's position."

After the battle at Chennan Pass, there were very few "Klein" realm warriors left in the Night Watch. Now, sixteen "Klein" Migos appeared in Shangjing at once, and in the urban area. This was undoubtedly a disaster!

Chen Han's expression changed continuously, and he immediately took out the intercom from his pocket and said in a deep voice:

"Immediately open the [Unbounded Airspace] within ten kilometers around Shangjing University, and requisition all sound transmission devices within ten kilometers to prepare to broadcast [Dream Whisper]."

Lin Qiye was not unfamiliar with these two standard forbidden items of the night watchmen. He had seen them all when he first carried out the mission of the Nanda snake demon. The former could prevent outsiders from accidentally entering the barrier, and the latter could reshape the short-term memory of the listener through sound transmission.

When these two forbidden items are used at the same time, it means that the situation has developed to an extremely serious level.

“There are sixteen Mi-Gos. It will be too late to kill them separately... The only way now is to gather them together on the campus and kill them all at once.” Lin Qiye’s brain was working rapidly.

"But there are a large number of teachers and students on campus. Is it too late to send people to evacuate now?"

"No need to send anyone to evacuate. I can handle it by myself."

A look of determination flashed across Lin Qiye's eyes. He turned to look at Jiang Er, "Jiang Er, hack into the campus system and transfer the signals of all the speakers to the equipment here."

Jiang Er was stunned for a moment, then seemed to have thought of something and nodded immediately: "Okay!"

Lin Qiye walked through the dim and empty auditorium, jumped lightly to the center of the stage, took the microphone off the stand, looked at the empty venue in front of him, and sighed helplessly:

"I never thought that the finale performance would be performed by me..."

Lin Qiye turned around and shouted to the tent behind the stage where the control console was placed: "Cao Yuan! Turn up the volume of my microphone to the maximum!"

Inside the tent, although Cao Yuan didn't understand what was happening outside, he could vaguely guess something from Lin Qiye's attitude. He immediately turned to Lu Menglei and said:

"Can you turn his microphone back on and turn up the volume?"

"no problem!"

Lu Menglei pressed a few buttons again, and the radio sound came out from the speakers again, having turned the volume of the microphone in Lin Qiye's hand to the limit.

"Put this on." Cao Yuan thought about it and picked up a pair of noise-canceling headphones on the table and put them on Lu Menglei's head.

An Qingyu had a splitting headache. Now Lu Menglei was the only person who could operate these devices. If she was also dominated by Lin Qiye's singing, things would be troublesome.

Below the stage, Jiang Er closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them and nodded to Lin Qiye, indicating that all the audio equipment had been connected.

Lin Qiye held the microphone and took a deep breath.

"The big windmill is turning slowly and creaking..."

The melodious and strange singing voice was transmitted through every speaker in Shangjing University, the bushes on both sides of the road, the players inside the classrooms, the Bluetooth speakers connected to the students' computers in the dormitories... The moment the song was heard, everyone's brows subconsciously frowned, and then their eyes gradually became empty!