The Anomalous Matter Countermeasures Bureau is an official agency that currently exists in the country and adopts various methods such as collection, suppression and killing of alien life forms.

Currently, the Countermeasures Bureau has branches in most major cities, and its headquarters is in Morningwind City.

As the hub of the Countermeasures Bureau, Morningwind City is basically an iron bucket. Even witches have to be cautious when they come to this area, and dare not stir up trouble like they did in Yanzhou City.

But no one would have thought that in the future, the first origin "Red Spider" would be born in this city that everyone thought was impregnable.

Red Spider even destroyed the local Countermeasures Bureau and occupied Morningwind City and surrounding areas in one fell swoop.

Of course, this is all going to happen three months later.

Today, Morningwind City is still as stable as a castle under a precipice. It builds a path through the natural barriers and keeps out alien creatures from all directions. It stands tall like the impregnable Constantinople, and has stood there until the torrent of the times descends upon it.

However, recently, there seem to be some discordant notes in the city.

In order to completely erase this shrill string sound, the current director of the Countermeasures Bureau came in person, intending to continue to suppress all the aliens in Morning Breeze and even the whole country with a strong and decisive attitude without any haze! Originally, Director Wang Wei of the Countermeasures Bureau thought so.

When he got out of the car in casual clothes, in front of him was an abandoned building with its door broken open and in a dilapidated state.

Um……

Looking at the iron door next to him that was cut in half with a knife, with the cut extremely smooth and flat, the expression on Wang Weizheng's face twitched slightly.

Although he had heard the loud reactions of passers-by nearby before coming, Wang Weizheng was still speechless when he actually arrived at the scene.

Monsters nowadays are really lawless, aren't they?

He was clearly staying in this city, yet he dared to kidnap the relatives of a school teacher, and then caused such a big commotion in the city...

The long sword slipped out of the scabbard, passed through Wang Weizheng's hand, and shone a bright silver light under the sunlight, and fell into his hand with a sense of calmness and coolness. It was a good afternoon, and the blade reflected the bright sunlight, like a condensed sun.

At this moment, the knife was flashing brightly.

Many people know that Wang Weizheng's knife is not simple. Wang Weizheng can be the director of the Countermeasures Bureau, at least three-quarters of the reason is due to this knife.

Because this thing is the same as the nameless fog, it is similar to an alien species but not an alien species.

With this knife and his outstanding personal strength, Wang Weizhen was able to take charge of the entire countermeasure bureau and defeat those "dangers" and "disasters".

And now, the long sword is unsheathed, perhaps meaning that it is about to start drinking blood again.

Holding a long knife in one hand and lighting a cigarette for himself with the other, Wang Wei was walking towards the building while smoking.

When he walked into the building, looking at the bumpy ground inside and the empty area next to it stained with blood, as well as the broken limbs and arms on the ground next to it, the expression on Wang Weizheng's face became more and more serious.

He squatted down, looked at the hole in the ground, examined the inactive arm, and thought for a moment: "What is this..."

If his memory was not confused, then the owner of this arm should be...

"It belongs to Lankong, the revered god of the Nine-Headed God Cult."

A voice suddenly came from behind Wang Weizheng.

who?!

Wang Weizheng suddenly turned around, stabbed the air with his long sword in his backhand, and a sharp hissing sound cut through the air!

Then the knife just stopped in mid-air.

There seemed to be something in the air that should have been unobstructed, blocking Wang Weizheng's long sword, making it difficult for his long sword to advance any further.

It was at this moment that Wang Weizheng suddenly realized that something unusual had happened.

A faint mist began to rise in the previously empty abandoned building at some point, and the mist diffused in the air, moist and cold.

Is it a different species?

Wang Weizheng put away his knife, his eyes cold: "You are hiding your head and showing your tail. Since you dare to set foot in Morning Breeze, you should have expected this to happen. Hurry up and show yourself to me, don't force me to really blast you out!"

As he spoke, the long sword in his hand once again condensed with a tiny bit of light.

Just as Wang Wei was shouting, the next second.

The fog dispersed in a certain direction, rolling and gathering like layers of clouds. Under some unspeakable force, it retreated lightly to both sides, revealing a vast open space shrouded in clouds and mist.

A man came walking in the mist.

"Director Wang, good afternoon," the man said in a gentle voice, "We have never met before, but this is our first meeting. It is as if you have seen the same thing as Shiyun Changhezhong."

Who is he? I don’t think I have ever seen such a “different species” before.

The other party was obviously abnormal, and Wang Weizheng could see through it at a glance. Rather than being a human being, the other party was more like a dead "corpse".

Looking at this young man who seemed very pale and probably not in good health, Wang Weizheng's expression became somewhat serious.

A new species? Thinking of this, Wang Wei slightly exerted force on the hand holding the long knife, his knuckles turned white, and his expression gradually became serious.

Since it is an alien species, there is no reason for Wang Weizheng to let it go.

There is no need to judge whether it is good or bad. Just cut it with a knife first to make it unable to move, and then hand it over to the people in the bureau for trial.

However, before he could make any move, the young man smiled and waved his hand: "Let's save the fight for later. In fact, I don't want to fight with Director Wang."

As he said this, he smiled somewhat helplessly: "The 'Nilang' is like a surging tide, and the force of the knife cannot be easily stopped. I am not completely sure that I can be safe after taking on the director's 'Nilang'."

Hmm? Hearing this, Wang Weizheng couldn't help but frowned: "Against the waves? What against the waves?"

This time it was the young man's turn to be stunned.

He looked at Wang Weizheng deeply, with a strange light flashing in his eyes.

Soon, the man seemed to realize something and couldn't help shaking his head: "So it's not time yet? Well, it seems that my insensitivity to time is becoming more and more obvious."

"Interesting, is there a phase shift, or is there something disturbing the pendulum of time?"

What was he talking about? Wang Weizheng's eyebrows never relaxed.

This was the first time that he felt that he could understand what the other person said, but he just couldn't comprehend the meaning.

Soon, the young man came to his senses.

He looked at Wang Weizheng and said with a smile: "But it's not a big deal. Although the time has not reached the corresponding position, the slight deviation will not affect the destined cause and effect too much.

"As long as your 'connection' is not lost, then there is no need to reach the other end."

Wang Weizheng's frown deepened.

"What on earth are you talking about?" he asked bluntly, "And who are you?"

At this time, Wang Weizheng began to understand why young people today hate that...

Riddler? This person is probably a Riddler.

He thought so in his heart.

Faced with this question, the young man shook his head gently: "Since the time has not come yet, if I tell it now, it may disturb the clouds of destiny. If I stir the cauldron of fate in vain, the treasure that should have been created will probably be ruined into a pot of useless waste."

"However, your last question is not a secret that cannot be told."

The young man said with a smile: "My name is Bering. You can also call me a prophet, the prophet of the day."

Daylight, prophet? Hearing these two terms, Wang Wei seemed to have remembered something: "You are... the live broadcaster from before."

He finally realized where he had heard this name before.

Not long ago, his subordinates reported to him that there seemed to be a live broadcast room that was broadcasting some information that could not be made public.

People in the technical department tried to ban this live broadcast room, but there was no way to completely ban it.

Thinking of this, Wang Weizheng couldn't help but sigh: "So you are Ming Zhou."

He looked at the prophet with an expression of impatience on his face: "Anyway, I know who you are, so what then? You didn't come with me just to tell me riddles?"

Faced with Wang Weizheng's impatience, the prophet did not show any dissatisfaction.

He was as calm as ever, and his expression was very gentle: "Of course not."

The prophet smiled faintly and said, "I'm here to discuss something with Director Wang."

"Of course, no matter what we are talking about, please take a seat."

The prophet said as he pulled out a chair from the side and placed it next to the two of them.