"It has been confirmed, the subject An Yiran, nineteen years old, is currently in an early state of awakening, and his ability belongs to the spatial class, and the comprehensive rating is preliminarily estimated to be D. ”

"Did you make contact with the subject?"

"I haven't been in direct contact, but he's currently with the conductor, in the hospital where the cremation will be. ”

"What is the state of cremation. ”

"I'm awake, I've just contacted her, and it's fine. ”

"Try to win this child as much as possible, and in the current situation, the more capable people the better it is for us. ”

"Understand, I've already told the conductor that he'll figure it out. ”

"Well, continue to pay attention to the next move of the night wreckage, what we have tracked on the pedestrian street is the signal of a higher-level wreckage, the guy hiding in the shadows should know this child's ability, and he will definitely do it, stay vigilant. ”

"Understood. ”

Contact was cut off, the man took off his black hood, he was wearing brown sunglasses, and his short silver hair was a little messy at this time.

He picked up a pack of cigarettes from the coffee table in front of him, on the small coffee table was a Luger Black Hawk revolver with a scope, and a Smith & Weisson M500, the bodies of both guns had been wiped, and the black and silver barrels looked translucent in the dim light.

The silver-haired man silently lit a cigarette, and the smoke and the barrel of the gun shone brightly, and it was his eyes hidden under the brown sunglasses.

If you look closely, you can see that his pupils are different from ordinary people, his left eye is reddish-brown, and his right eye is ice blue, so when he acts secretly, he basically doesn't take off his sunglasses, such eyes are too conspicuous.

Dealing with the above questions is not in his range of interest, but now that Lin Xiaojia is injured, the task of dealing with the aftermath has fallen on him.

The Overseer of the Enforcement Team, codenamed Falcon, is who he is in the eyes of others. And in his opinion, the code name is meaningless, he is just a man born purely for the task.

He picked up the simple folder next to him, and the cover was a photo of a boy, in the photo, the boy had black hair, bangs were scattered in front of his forehead, his eyes were not wide open, he didn't look very energetic, and his face was thin.

This is the information of a boy named An Yiran that he collected overnight, and he showed the ability to control the suspected space at the moment of life and death, and the eagle falcon saw it very clearly.

After reporting this information, he collected this information as requested by the organization.

His information is not difficult to find, he studied in the local elementary, junior high and high schools, basic interpersonal relationships are in the city, there is no complex background, and there is no abnormal resume, in short, it seems normal and ordinary in all aspects.

The falcon snuffed out its cigarette and shrunk back into its chair.

He was used to sitting and sleeping like this, so that he could be on alert as soon as anything happened, even if the high-intensity work these days made him extremely tired, but he couldn't change this habit.

He wanted to take advantage of the gap between Lao Zhang and the boy's contact for a while, and there were more tricky things secretly churning in the seemingly temporarily calm state of affairs, his instinct told him.

At the same time, the Second Municipal General Hospital.

Not long after Lin Xiaojia hung up the connection with the eagle falcon, Lao Zhang and An Yiran pushed the door and walked in.

She was reclining on the hospital bed at this time, eating the breakfast that had just been brought in with her left hand, her face was pale because of blood loss, and her right hand could not move very freely, but it was already incredible in An Yiran's eyes that she had recovered from a penetrating serious injury in such a short period of time.

"There's no need to be surprised, such injuries are nothing in terms of the means of those who are medically capable. ”

Seeing his surprise, Lin Xiaojia lightly broke the silence. After Lao Zhang came in, he just muttered a few words in her ear, and hurriedly walked out of the ward, leaving An Yiran alone and an air full of embarrassment.

"My name is Lin Xiaojia, the special executor of the Prophet's headquarters, codenamed Cremation. ”

Faced with this abrupt self-introduction, An Yiran could only continue the topic head-on.

"Ann, uh. I'm still a student. ”

"You should know something about us, including your own abilities. Now we need someone like you to join, what do you think? ”

Such a straightforward question to the point made An Yiran stunned for a moment.

What could he think? An Yiran wanted to answer that since you are fine, then I will go home to watch the football game, but when the words came to his lips, he felt that he couldn't speak.

The girl in front of her didn't look directly at him, her eyes were still on the breakfast in front of her, but the atmosphere that had fallen silent was obviously waiting for his answer.

"We'll teach you to be in better control, to do what only you can do, and to live as a normal person when you don't have a task. Lin Xiaojia seemed to realize that his invitation was too abrupt, and reached out to comb his somewhat messy black hair.

After lying in the hospital bed all night, although her right shoulder was no longer in serious trouble, the slightest tingling pain still made her feel very uncomfortable.

"Of course, it's not free, the organization will provide you with all kinds of assistance, including financial, and you can also think of it as a job. She added that she wanted to make the reason more formal.

Lin Xiaojia said this, and An Yiran couldn't catch it.

He has always worked hard to keep his life under control, and he has also done his best as an ordinary person to do his own thing.

Now if you say to a boy who has lived an ordinary life for nineteen years, you have superpowers, you have to fight monsters, you want to save the world, how will he react?

"That world is too far away from me. ”

An Yiran held back for a long time, but still said this sentence. Lin Xiaojia didn't react in particular when he heard this answer, but he raised the spoon more often.

"When you saved me, did you think that such a world was far away from you?"

Lin Xiaojia's spoon stopped in mid-air, her eyes were no longer staring at the breakfast in front of her, but looking directly at An Yiran, her gaze was as hot as fire at that moment, as if with the temperature of burning the depths of her soul, but it calmed down instantly.

Yes, what did he pounce on without hesitation? Did he want to die vigorously knowing that he was going to die sooner or later?

Although he didn't even think he had the courage to die violently, he really did it at that moment.

He used his fastest speed to hold the girl in his arms, the body that was about to lose its temperature at that time, the cold touch, the sharp claws in front of him, a trace of sadness in his heart, the scenes were replayed in his mind, but he couldn't find the switch for everything.

Is it just that he feels guilty about the girl who almost died trying to save him, or something else, he can't answer himself for the time being, and he can't answer Lin Xiaojia in front of him.

"The situation now is that the things that you have power have been exposed, not only us, but the Nightwreckage will definitely take action against you, do you know what it means to be a capable person, that is a resource that all parties want. ”

This hint of warning words came out of the mouth of the girl in front of her, but in a plain tone, as if she was used to this kind of situation.

"Whether you can just go back to your old life is still unknown to you, and even your family may be exposed to danger. She paused, and the topic of involving her family inexplicably made her feel a little uncomfortable.

"I'm tired, I need to sleep for a while, if you'd like to join us, come to me in my office on the 67th floor of the Financial Center. ”

Lin Xiaojia put down the spoon, wrapped the quilt around her body and lay down, no longer speaking.

An Yiran saw that she had given the order to evict the guest, and also consciously got up and walked towards the door.

"Thank you for saving me then. ”

Before bringing the door, he said the last word to Lin Xiaojia, then turned around and walked towards the door of the hospital.

At this time, Lao Zhang saw An Yiran's back in the distance, and suddenly jumped out from behind the door of the next ward, startled the cleaning aunt, and waved his hand at him again and again.

Lao Zhang walked into the ward and saw that Lin Xiaojia had fallen asleep wrapped in a quilt.

"Little Ga, did you just let that kid go, how did he decide?"

"I didn't make a decision. ”

"Oh my young lady! The top has given us an order to take him down, and I'm still thinking of using your pretty little face to seduce this kid, I knew you weren't this material, so I went out myself!"

"Don't worry, it's his own decision, he really doesn't need to trust us strangers unconditionally. ”

Lin Xiaojia turned over, changed to a more comfortable position, and pulled the slippery quilt upward.

It's been a long time since she's slept like this, and it's not necessarily a bad thing to take this opportunity to get some rest.

"But I think he's coming. ”

"Why are you so sure!" Lao Zhang sat on the back chair in front of the hospital bed with a bitter face,

"I said yes, yes. ”

Lao Zhang looked at Lin Xiaojia, who had become one with the quilt, and could only sigh lightly, push the door and walk out of the room to smoke.

Before An Yiran and the others came in, Lin Xiaojia also received a call.

"Are you so sure?" After listening to the words on the other end of the communicator, Lin Xiaojia asked the same question as Lao Zhang.

"I never lie to you. A slightly tired male voice came, and after saying this, the communication was cut off, and Lin Xiaojia, who was lying on the bed, looked at the curtains that were rolled up by the breeze, with a confused expression.

When An Yiran walked out of the hospital, there were already more people on the street.

He took out his mobile phone, the time showed that it was 10:40, more than ten hours had passed since the incident, he stopped a taxi on the side of the road, sat on it, and shrunk into the back seat of the car.

He began to sort out the information in his head, but he couldn't figure it out, whether it was for these organizations or those who were capable, in order not to let himself think more and more confused, he had to look out of the car window.

The city has woken up from the fatigue of the early morning, and it is not yet the rush hour, and there are more elderly people and housewives on the way home after grocery shopping.

An Yiran thought that he was really the person who was capable of what they said? Or was it just that they were thinking too much or reading it wrong, and he might just be one of these pedestrians on the road, just an ordinary teenager driving home in a taxi, complaining that the food was not delicious, the team played badly, the teammates played pits, and world events could only be swept away in the pop-up window of the computer web page.

The power of space? Do I think about making something disappear and it will really disappear? That's.

At this time, the taxi stopped at the corner of the street and waited for the red light, and he looked at the flashing red light, and he stretched out his hand to the top of the traffic light, thinking that if he really had the ability to make the monster's arm disappear, he would make the red light disappear first.

Just as he was thinking this, the same scene happened again, and the position of the signal light in his eyes began to distort, and then a thin crack appeared out of thin air, engulfing the distorted signal light and disappearing in the blink of an eye.

The crack that engulfed the signal light also closed in the next second, merging with the air.

The bare signal lamppost stood in place, the smooth cut making it look like nothing had ever existed.

An Yiran witnessed all this with his own eyes, and the expression on his face was saying that I relied on this to be true, and he couldn't question it if he wanted to.

I did possess some kind of strange ability in the early morning, which was a strange and unaware change.

An Yiran looked down at his hands, which were slender hands, only the fingertips still had the calluses left by practicing the guitar.

In a trance, An Yiran suddenly felt that these hands were so unfamiliar, he looked in the rearview mirror, and his image in the mirror was clearly himself, and he didn't look like himself anymore.

"Strange thing, where did the traffic light go? Wasn't it still a red light just now?"

The driver muttered, but he felt dazzled and didn't pay much attention to it, so he started the car and drove through the intersection again.

He didn't notice the expression of the young man in the back seat, his eyes were confused, and he seemed to be hesitating.

He hung his head like a puppy that couldn't find its way home.