City: A pen at the beginning promotes a perfect accident

At night, the ancient temple of Yangcheng, Liurong Temple.

The team of 'Nighthawks' wearing black night uniforms were surrounded by Lin Mang and the gray-haired old master Wu Sidi, and graceful figures were constantly hiding around.

Following the path handed down by Ye Yuan, Lin Mang and Wu Sidi stopped at a stone tower some distance from the ancient temple.

Slow down and walk to the tower.

Lin Mang was about to take action when he saw Wu Sidi, who came from an ancient tomb robber family in the shadow world, glanced at the brass door lock, put on white gloves, reached out with his left hand, clasped the lock body, and removed his right hand from his belt After touching it, the silver light flashed, and the copper lock opened in response.

With a slight 'crunch' sound.

Lin Mang and Wu stepped into the stone tower one after another.…

…

Turn on the warm light and step into the underground of the narrow and cramped stone tower.

There is only an octagonal space underground under this stone tower. Apart from that, there is nothing extra.

Lin Mang approached the stone wall and groped on the wall...

The shapeless stone pillars that had decayed over time were fixed on the protrusions with equipment prepared in advance, and then rotated according to a certain pattern.

In the silent underground space, there were clear 'clicking' sounds from time to time...

The last piece of equipment was fixed and turned, and only a dull sound of 'rumble' was heard...

On a stone wall, a stone door was exposed!

Lin Mang took a look, stood in front of the door, looked at Wu Sidi, and made a gesture of invitation.

…

The eighty-nine-year-old master Wu Sidi put on special clothes, put on a mask before taking a breath, and the warm light on his forehead lit up.

Bend slightly and step into the underground palace.

The heavy stone door behind him closed again, and a deathly silence enveloped Wu Si.

The occluded, turbid gas is stirred up.

The clear sound of footsteps and heartbeat sounded in Wu Si's ears.

Continuing to wind down and go deeper...

It didn't take long for Wu Si to stand in the center of the underground palace, and the warm light from his forehead shone on the surrounding ancient stone walls...

Scenes were captured in his eyes.

I don’t know what he saw, but the pupils of the old master Wu Si shrank and his expression was horrified!

After a moment of silence, he once again recorded all the details of this underground palace, and then put down the piles of equipment he was carrying!

Wu Sidi changed into another nanofiber glove that was close to his skin, and flexibly adjusted his fingers...

He began to make subtle changes to the pictures on the stone wall.

…

February 10, 2021, 00:00 am.

Huadu District, rental house.

Ye Yuan stood in front of the window sash of the studio, his black and white eyes looking towards the direction of the ancient temple in the night.

That ancient temple did not attract much attention, and there were not many tourists in the past. However, it is foreseeable that in the near future, it will become a trace of the"Dawn Society" and appear at the beginning of this world!

In the shadow world, under the vision of many ancient and terrifying organizations, it is not easy to create such a 'monument'. All parties have too many top-notch equipment and technologies...

Only by combining the steps calculated by the 'path' and the ability In the rating, Wu Sidi, perhaps the only being in this era to reach '10 points', was able to meet the conditions for this unprecedented fraud.

Take a deep breath.

Ye Yuan turned his gaze back.

When he sat back at his desk, his forearms were tense and trembling slightly. He was not as calm as he appeared.

Although only a few people are aware of the incident that occurred in the ancient temple of"Liurong Temple", its importance is comparable to other incidents.

…

"It’s February 10th."

Calm down your mind.

Ye Yuan, noticing the time, whispered.

There is only one day left before Zhao Guo's Spring Festival. During the previous meeting with the senior officials of the official shadow organization, they vaguely mentioned it once.

This is a The signal means that I hope that before New Year's Eve, Ye Yuan can temporarily stop worrying about matters such as the building being hit and the hydrogen bomb exploding under the ground.

Furthermore, Ye Yuan does not want to reunite with his family in such a way.

This world is already difficult enough for ordinary people under the sun.

He raised his head and looked at the last information on the whiteboard.

Next to the avatar, Ye Yuan used a red one. The date and time were written with a marker: 'February 12, 2021, night...'

With the sound of firecrackers, this all-powerful man at the helm of a billion-dollar group left the scene.’！

…

The pace of time passes bit by bit.

The day and night of February 10th...

February 11th, the day of New Year's Eve...

Ye Yuan stayed in the rental house calmly like an ordinary person!

…

February 11, New Year’s Eve, 14:30 in the afternoon.

The room was very warm.

Yang Xianmin, who had the skills of Tsunade, was busy in the kitchen wearing an apron and had already started preparing the ingredients for the New Year's Eve dinner.

Ye Yuan was wearing a black knitted sweater, and with Li Ruobing's smiling expression, he pasted the word"Fu" on the door and window, and walked to the door holding two Spring Festival couplets.

In the studio connected to the opposite door, Spring Festival couplets are pasted on the left and right.

Ye Yuan was full of gentleness, smiling, and looked at the two pairs of Spring Festival couplets in front of the door, which were:

‘The universe and the earth grow old together, and the sun and the moon compete for glory. ' and

‘After a hundred years, the heaven and earth have regained their vitality, and peace has unified the mountains and rivers.’

…

Evening, 18:00.

Slowly, the dishes on the table were served, and each of them poured a cup of Coke in front of the three of them...

On this stormy eve, with dark clouds over the city, Ye Yuan, Yang Xianmin, and Li Ruobing were very satisfied with their food!

Evening, 19:30.

Several people were sitting in front of the sofa, waiting for the Spring Festival Gala to begin.

At this time.

Ye Yuan, who had not shown anything unusual all day long, still looked gentle. He stood up, put on his black coat, and said:

"I'll take a trip."

When Ye Yuan walked out of the door under the gaze of two eyes.

In the living room, Li Ruobing and Yang Xianmin's expressions seemed to dim a little.

…

Get into a black car and drive into the empty Yangcheng.

In an underground garage somewhere, Ye Yuan got into another vehicle from Zhao Guo's hidden department.

At 22:45 pm, Ye Yuan appeared in a military headquarters area.

He saw Yang's mother, and then looked tenderly at his girlfriend 'Ye Mengwei' who seemed to be sleeping on the bed.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he put his girlfriend Ye Mengwei's cold palms to his cheeks and sat quietly. From time to time, he would lean into Mengwei's ear and whisper something.

The countdown to the new year has begun in the land of Zhao.

Brilliant fireworks are blooming everywhere!

This is the first time Ye Yuan has spent New Year's Eve with his girlfriend Ye Mengwei after being imprisoned for five years.

…

Ye Yuan held Ye Mengwei's hand and placed it against his cheek. He raised his head and looked out the dark window.

It seems that I saw myself many years ago when I was still a child. Under the gaze of the dean, Mrs. Xu, carefree and helpless, I squatted in the night with Ye Mengwei in braids and my good brother Lei Qiang, lighting up. The scene during small fireworks.

That time...so happy!