After scurrying back from downstairs, the Night King returned to his computer desk, minimized the window on the desktop, inserted the USB flash drive he had just acquired, clicked on the only video file inside, and then sat down on the bed and looked at the TV.

This is the residence of the Night King, with a large room with a handful of furniture arranged just right, and the cosy environment is almost mistaken for a five-star hotel. The video played by the computer is mapped onto the huge screen of the TV via an adapter cable. This is the information that a well-known celebrity has just given him, and it seems to be just a certain surveillance in a certain place, but it was intercepted and handed over to him by that person with great importance, and there must be something surprising in it.

The Night King picked up the remote control pad, pressed play, and tossed it aside. The screen begins to change. The man inside walked on the side of the road, and the surveillance information in white font in the corner showed that it was 5:21 p.m. today, and the Night King was a little surprised after seeing the time in the lower right corner of the computer.

10：21

It was exactly 5 hours ago.

Something unusual quickly appeared on the screen. At one point, the man took that step, and the whole air fluctuated. His hair quickly faded to blue, and he fell to the ground in agony, motionless.

The Night King frowned, he had already looked at the other text file on the USB flash drive. Therefore, he knew that the person who fell to the ground on the screen was their acquaintance on the Internet - Amaterasu. And the task I got was to take him over tomorrow. But what happened in this surveillance......

“…… That's right? The Night King thought of the most plausible explanation.

But at this moment, he seemed to sense something strange, and a pair of eyes were staring at him!

The Night King quickly presses the remote to switch to the news channel, turns his head, and makes eye contact with you.

"Hey," the Night King said in your direction, "come out, you've been exposed." ”

But it's just a threat, you know, you can see him, but he can't see you.

Maybe...... Right?

10：23

The Night King's gaze fell on the upper left corner of the ceiling, and the more time passed, the more wary he became.

"Hmph...... What a terrible intuition. "He was wary of it???? finally couldn't hold it anymore and took the initiative to expose himself. The upper left corner of the ceiling suddenly twisted strangely, and the shadow of a human figure slowly emerged. As the twist vanished, he landed lightly.

As soon as it landed, the terrifying pressure surged ferociously in front of him like a frenzied tornado. The oppressive feeling of death instantly filled the room. In comparison, even the room seemed so small, so insignificant.

The Night King has defeated many enemies and killed many monsters. Since obtaining this principle called "Void", he has not been defeated.

But he could feel that his journey seemed to be just the tip of the iceberg of the man in front of him.

Not even the Empire had such a monstrous existence.

At this point, the monster spoke.

"It's rude to think of other people as monsters, isn't it? My name is Tsumi, and I add a photo of Amaterasu next to the word fire. He looked a little dazed, didn't know how to continue the topic, scratched his head a little irritably, reached out and touched the table for some reason, and suddenly seemed to think of something, "By the way, look at the news, there seems to be something new on the Empire's side." ”

The Night King swept over to the TV, where they had just finished reading a news. The male host flipped through the materials, and the female host held the microphone and read the script sluggishly.

'This evening, at the beginning and end of the day, the earth detected unstable fluctuations in space, and the cause is unknown. At present, experts have launched an investigation into the detected fluctuations, and may be able to make a major breakthrough, and when the rational principle of the space system is successfully realized, our lives will take a qualitative leap......

"That's it. At some point, he had pinched the remote control and pressed mute and threw it on the bed on the side. "One is on the Tunguska side, and the other - forget it, how much do you know about the space they mentioned?"

"Space...... The Night King turned his attention back to Tsumi, only to find that he had stretched out his hand, and the space in his palm seemed to be strangely distorted.

The theory of the space department!

Obviously, it is impossible for the other party to arrange things for no reason. The Night King subconsciously drew his sword, but he didn't have a sword on him. This mystery was already on display the next day.

Void.

A flowing bars of pitch-black qi appeared from his tiger's mouth, like the boundless darkness of the universe being held in his hands. As the palm moved, the sword light hidden in the void faintly revealed. Without hesitation, a sword slash was quickly slashed away wrapped in thunder and extreme cold!

He grabbed the laptop next to him and threw it forward. The unusually sharp knife slammed into the notebook like a tofu cut, splitting it in two. The two halves of the notebook swept past the sides of the Night King's head with a strong sense of provocation, and half of them flew out and slammed into the door. After all, the other half of the block was still connected to the TV with an adapter cable, so it was pulled and smashed into the TV.

This man knows Amaterasu. And Amaterasu is the target of the empire, and he is also the protagonist in the USB flash drive just now.

Since he made the first move, it seems that there is no need to treat him as a person who can communicate.

The Night King shook his hand over the edge of the bed and pointed to the door. The remote control, which was still resting on the bed, flew out of the Night King's hand and hit the main switch of the light impartially. At the same time, the TV lost its balance after being hit by the other half of the laptop and fell forward, falling heavily to the ground, and never seeing the light again.

Two valuable electrical appliances were scrapped in an instant, and the room was completely darkened.

The Night King's pupils dilate, which is an instinctive human response in a dark environment to get as much light in as possible. But in a room where there is no light source, the change in the pupil is ineffective.

This is also the intention of the Night King, after taking away the eyesight of both sides, it is still more advantageous for his side to control the position. After losing vision, the person's breathing, movements, and clothing friction will make a sound. He was different, he seemed to have disappeared into the darkness, silently clenching the hilt of his knife, waiting for an opportunity to move.

In the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers, it seemed to be a fleeting meteor, and in the blink of an eye, the cold light in his hand cut through everything in front of him.

Then when the force is completely gone, the tip of the knife is gently pressed against the fingers.

"It's another trick...... Why do you always like to turn off the lights when you fight? White translucent flames began to dance on the fingertips of the blade. The faint light illuminated half of Tsumi's face, "Thank you so much, I don't dare to relax in the darkness anymore." ”

The position was grasped by the opponent first, and the sword was drawn and slashed was also dodged in advance. However, the other party also revealed his exact location because of this. The Night King's hand holding the hilt of the knife suddenly exerted force, trying to cut off the finger that was dancing with white flames, not to mention blowing it, let alone cutting the finger, the extra explosive power could even cut iron.

However, he only heard a thud and briefly lost gravity.

The whole building collapsed. Broken bricks and debris fell from his head, and before the Night King could react to what was going on, his arms suddenly burst into white flames. He was still falling, but the figure of the fire was already standing on the ground, looking up and smiling at him. The white flame in the palm of his hand was so transparent that he couldn't see it, and the street lamp and the moonlight were staggered on his face.

The Night King is still falling. The knife slipped from his hand and sank to the ground. He couldn't hold the handle of the knife anymore. The white flames seemed to have abroded all the meridians and muscles in his arm. It takes time to arrange the reason, but three minutes have passed since the start of the fire, and the reason of the other party's space system has probably already been arranged. Even if he could still perform earth-shattering slashes, it wouldn't work. At this time when you lose your hands, it is even more meaningless.

He didn't even know when he was attacked by that strange white flame. The other party has no contact with him, is it something else?

Either way, the winner is decided.

Yes, a fair fight has been decided. But he had just been tasked with bringing that guy over.

Well, I'll have to use some despicable means.

The Night King fell to the ground, exploding in a cloud of black mist. However, it was soon covered by bricks and tiles, and there was no movement. But Sui still looked at the fresh ruins calmly, and there was no smile on his face. He understood that the other party was going to be serious, but it was not what he wanted.

It was as if an earthquake had come suddenly, and the ruins that were the epicenter of the earthquake exuded a strong pressure, and the black fog swept away all the debris, constantly spiraling into the air, forming a black tornado. In the eye of the wind, the young man's body could not suppress the tremors.

"Come on, second round. ”

The Night King slowly opened his eyes, and the pair of black pupils, which were as calm as water, were as scarlet as hell at the moment.

"Who's going to play the second round with you. He smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Forget it......"

The earthquake subsided, the tornado disappeared, and the sky was covered with debris like rain. The Night King reached out and caught his phone trapped in the stone chips. The mobile phone, which has experienced such a catastrophe, is also scarred at the moment, and it seems that it will stop working at any time.

Pointing to the phone, he said, "Calm down, brother." Isn't it?" he understood what the Night King was going to do.

"As for. The Night King crushed his phone and threw it on the ground. Moved his arms and put away the knife that sank into the ground, "Today's electronic devices are not very lucky. ”

"Well, that's fine. It doesn't matter, it's really hard for you to do it, is it too late for me to make peace with you now?"

"Sue for peace?" the Night King retracted his blinding blood pupils. There was one less light source, and the Flame couldn't see the location of the Night King clearly, so he reached out and took Bai Yan as a lighting tool, "My phone has fallen, and you only came to ask for peace now?"

"It doesn't matter. It's not too late, there's no time between morning and night. With a smile, he stretched out his hand and clenched his five fingers as if he had grabbed a basketball. He flipped his wrist, and the rubble around him floated.

The Night King frowned, and sheathed his sword, his hand still on the hilt. You still have to be on guard against this unknown method, maybe that guy will suddenly throw a stone at him. But his worries seemed to be unnecessary, the rubble flew into the sky, the wreckage of the mobile phone also flew into the sky, and finally, in just ten seconds, everything was back to normal. The only difference is that they go from upstairs to downstairs.

"This means...... What is your relationship with day and night?"

"It doesn't matter, if you really want to say it, the relationship between the leader and the led. He smiled heavily, making people feel palpitations from time to time, "Don't think about it, it's just a coincidence." There is still a big gap between me and his reasoning fundamentally. Now can we sit down and have a good talk?"

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Earth_Amaterasuya.

Time passed, and the Night King, who had gotten the USB flash drive, felt that there were eyes peeking at him, and she was standing at the door of Amaterasu's house. It seems that the owner came back too quickly, and nothing was closed. She walked through the open door and walked towards the lights on the second floor. Although the door was shut, and the light could only escape faintly through the crack in the door, she saw it, and she went up the stairs and opened the door, which was empty. Only the on-the-ceiling lights and the running computer.

Not so long ago, there were indeed people here. She felt it. She walked to the only source of sound, the notebook. In front of you is a world of blocks. She knelt on a stool.

The melodious background music came to an abrupt end. You are disconnected from the server, and below is a notice in English. At this time, another character in the game, the Night King, has just cut his notebook in two.

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The Night King and Fur returned to their room.

Everything in the room was restored to its original state.

"Are you serious?" the Night King asked, glancing at the notebook he had split with his own hands. His notebook was still working, his character villain was standing in place sluggishly, but Amaterasu was disconnected, which made him unable to figure it out.

Sitting paralyzed on the bed, holding the remote control board and constantly switching channels: "Yes, I do things for the Empire, but I want to be lazy now." It's not good to communicate well, and they don't know the empire, so why bother fighting and killing. In other words, TV is really rare these days, eh, isn't this something that was about to be eliminated more than ten years ago? ”

"Since you want to communicate well, can you withdraw the flames of my hands first?" the Night King raised his hand, the white flames on his hands were almost invisible, but the tingling of the nerves in his arm became more and more obvious. If the other party hadn't given up the fight, he might have fallen to the point of giving up his own hands.

"Well, I almost forgot about it. I'll give you this first. He pulled out a cylindrical glass jar that looked like a collection of wish papers, and pure white flames danced inside. He tossed the jar to the Night King, "Then, the prop you deserve." They only burn alive, and you'll need it soon. I'll get rid of it for you when we leave, but now we'll get down to business. ”

"Business?"

"Yes, I want you to keep in touch with me, but not from anyone. I don't need to contact you, I'll look for you if there's something, in this capacity. He took out a yellow mask from his black trench coat and raised it, then put it back down, "Relatively, I promise not to do anything to you." ”

"Funny?"

"Shut up, you know why you still have to say it!"

"Sorry, just a little surprised. The Night King turned his head to hide his expression, "This thing is a bit of a contrast to yours. ”

"Whew, it doesn't matter. If you don't agree, I'll kill you right now. Slumped on the bed, she suddenly jumped up with a sit-up and jumped off the bed, "I'm leaving, give me my hand." ”

The Night King obediently raised his hands and reached out to grab them, but just as he could touch the Night King's arms, he withdrew his hands and turned away.

"Actually, there's no need to do this, it's fun to tease you, your white flame has already been lifted. The corroded skin is scraped off three or four times, and it can be cured after a week. Although the hands are miserable, you can also make some articles with this tomorrow. He walked to the door, seemed to remember something, turned around and added, "The news just now, two spatial fluctuations, one is Tunguska, and the other you didn't hear, I'll tell you." ”

"It's what you see on the USB stick, where Amaterasu fell. With that, he closed the door, and the Night King knew that he was gone, without chasing him out.

"Phew......" the Night King let out a long sigh, today was definitely a special day for him. The Empire's long-awaited research on 'space' had just arrived in his room. He saw it with his own eyes and put out a lot of information. He created a new text file on his computer, sorting out what had just happened and some details.

"First of all, the same 'backtracking' effect as day and night. But why, I've already cut off my computer, and if it's 'backtracking', I'd be down or shut down now. Later, let the day and night come and practice. However, I'm the host, so that's why Amaterasu dropped, right?But why didn't he reconnect?" The Night King pressed the Home button to go back to the top of the line and hit the symbol '*' to mark this paragraph as the focus. Then move the cursor to the end.

"Secondly, it's this white flame. The Night King clenched his fist, the tingling sensation that had eroded the veins before seemed like a dream, but now he couldn't recall that feeling at all, "When did I get hit? When did I return to normal?" According to him, the effect of the white flame seems to be to erode living creatures, according to him: it can be lifted by peeling it three times. Why is that?"

He suddenly remembered something, replaced all the 'he' in the text with 'funny mask', and then felt that it was inappropriate, and finally replaced it with only four question marks.

"And ???? Relations with the Empire. Employment, temporary cooperation, lackeys, unclear. The restored TV flickered, but it was still muted, and it seemed to have switched to channel 0 before leaving. The Night King knocked a car return, "???? I know about the USB flash drive, and I know the news content I didn't see, why?"

He thinks a lot, it's weird tonight, everything weird. He couldn't figure out how a big man like her would entrust him with something, and why was it? He couldn't figure it out, but the only thing he knew was that something was going to happen.

It's late at night.

The Night King's room, brightly lit.

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There was a knock on the door of the room.

The man resting on the desk lazily stretched out his hand to signal, and the subordinate standing at the door opened the door.

"Mr. Yan, the XL-Space05 mission report has been completed. The people outside saluted and handed the report to the subordinates at the door. The subordinate took it very simply and looked at it.

"This ...... The mission failed?!What about the person who carried out the mission!Don't he know how important the mission at the beginning of XL is!" The subordinate at the door was furious, and the bruises on his capable face protruded.

"Hey-" the young man at the desk looked up, "It's annoying that you've been yelling like this, XL missions are important about the content of the report rather than success or failure, please get out of here if you make such a fuss." ”

"Yes. The subordinate restrained his temper. After roughly skimming through the contents, he closed the door and walked to the table, "It's the Red Lotus Pavilion that they sent someone to obstruct it." However, the mission goal was brought to this world. ”

"It doesn't matter to me how many people they kidnap, how many people with potential and great potential. I'm only responsible for the part about spatial fluctuations. The young man surnamed Yan sat up straight and took the report, "So far, there have been 6 reports, with a total of 8 fluctuations. Don't be idle here, go and ask the person at the door to go back. ”

"With all due respect, the man at the door must have left early. And counting the two this time, there should be a total of 9 fluctuations. ”

"They sent me a message early in the morning that it was a false alarm on the Tunguska side. You don't have to worry about these things, you can't manage it well, and you don't manage it right. Correcting me like this will only make you look stupid. And I told you to go to the door, and you went, this is the order. The young man pulled out a notebook from a drawer and rummaged through previous records.

Can space-time fluctuations be false positives? This surprised him a little. I heard that the monitoring machine was not made by them, and its technology is completely unanalyticable. But it was in the hands of the Empire, and it continued to operate for hundreds of years, and nothing went wrong with it. In his eyes, this thing was a gift from aliens. You can only understand what it is used for according to the instructions, but you can never control it. The subordinate also walked to the door at this moment, and his expression after opening the door was indeed slightly surprised. Everything was as he expected, but all he felt was a headache.

Particularly headache.

It's like a stinky child who wants to correct you that the sun is square, and you have nothing to refute. It's stupid, and the people around me are stupid. It feels like his IQ is being pulled down desperately by them, but he can only climb up. In order to chase the brightest rising star. He felt that he was already above 10,000 people, but he still had to admit that he still couldn't reach the height of that woman.

And now he can only compete with this group of fools. Is he too smart, or are they more stupid? Their IQ is like a negative number, but they have to go above their absolute value to go any further.

The subordinate closed the door and returned to the table. It's annoying to look at, give feedback to your superiors, and replace this person tomorrow.