Although it is located in the north, as the capital of the Celestial Empire, Dragon City in early spring has a thousand purple and red weather. In the flower beds on the street side, hollyhocks, chrysanthemums, horse linings, white clovers, February orchids, red emeralds, clouds are steaming, a group of flowers are splendid, but on the street where people are like weaving, there are few people who have the leisure to stop and appreciate.

This is the time of year when tourists are at their sparsest, and the 9-to-5 office workers are at their most overworked. Just after the Spring Festival, everyone returned from home, and there were a lot of things to deal with. The people of Longcheng, who were born and raised, obviously had aesthetic fatigue with these flowers and plants, and turned a blind eye to them like air.

North Third Ring Road West, under the Fangsi viaduct, there is a huge roundabout, with a diameter of about 200 meters, the unmanned traffic flow of the end and end of the road goes around the roundabout, looking down from the sky, just like a colorful spinning top, absorbing and throwing out a drop of colorful water droplets counterclockwise. About 50 meters high in the center of the island, an advertisement is playing on a huge spherical 3D light screen, and the words "Fenghua International" are displayed on the advertisement.

The roundabout is renovated in 2038, and ten years later, it looks a little gray, and the one-meter-high and half-meter-wide cement ring is stuck with some inexplicable things that cannot be washed away by high-pressure water hoses.

At this moment, at the rush hour of getting off work, the sky has just darkened, but there is a gray figure standing on the ring belt on the west side of the roundabout, with his back to the orange street lamp, under the sweeping of the car lights that turn on as night falls, like the prelude to a black-and-white silent movie in a movie theater, outlining his face frame by frame.

This is a middle-aged man in his fifties, about 1.85 meters tall, with a slender figure, but not thin. The first thing that catches your eye is his large chest-length beard, which is not as curved and withered as ordinary people, and the roots are as straight as steel needles. Her long, inky black hair was neatly tucked back and combed into a small braid, reflecting the oily sheen of the headlights. His complexion is yellow, and he looks like gold under the light of the street lamp, and his tall nose is as straight as that of a Westerner. With the rhythm of his breathing, two white gases spewed down diagonally from his nose from time to time. The white air stretched into a long line, as long as a mule and a horse, but in the cold wind, this white line was like a pillar of light, and it would not turn at all, and it would shoot out six feet away, and it would spread and disappear when it was close to the ground! If you look closely, you will find that the eyes hidden in the shadow of the street lamp are as bright as fine amber.

Looking at the unmanned vehicles buzzing around him like locusts but in an orderly manner, the middle-aged man's thin lips pursed tightly. The loose light white coarse linen coat was tied up with a bright yellow double twisted rope about the thickness of an adult's thumb, and apart from his hair and unusually bright eyes, the belt was the only thing on his body that reflected light. Inside is a gray thread coat, and the material is not visible under the rapidly changing light. Wearing a pair of long leather boots, covered by a deep coat, only the ankles are exposed, the leather surface has been worn to the point that it is not visible, and it is impossible to see what kind of animal fur it is, and the feeling can only be described in one word: thick. This outfit is so out of place in the city. If you have to describe it, it can barely be regarded as half of the Mongolian people who wear traditional clothes but do not wear hats.

The man had been on the ring for nearly half an hour, and no one knew how he had appeared, and no one cared how he was going to leave. This kind of performance art is not uncommon in this city, let alone in the West District of Longcheng, where the three major performing arts colleges and universities are concentrated?

The first to contact him, naturally is the evening rush hour out of the western district traffic police, although the popularization of unmanned driving, the traffic accident rate plummeted, but the problem of non-motor vehicles is increasing day by day, so the workload of the traffic police is not less than that of manned driving, this hard post is naturally retained.

The police motorcycle, which flashed red and blue light alternately, carefully drove through the dense traffic and slowly stopped two meters away from the middle-aged man with a ring belt.

"Hello, there is a lot of motor vehicles here, for your safety, please leave with me." The traffic policeman walked up to him, a young man in his early twenties, and his tone was sincere and decisive.

The middle-aged man seemed to be awakened from his contemplation by his voice, his gaze swept over his face that was slightly deformed by the helmet, and after two seconds of eye contact with him, he moved down to his waist, where there was a walkie-talkie, on which a faint red light flashed. The traffic police only inexplicably felt a slight stinging pain in both eyelids, and it seemed that the cold wind, which was not cold, had suddenly increased by four or five levels. He blinked his eyes vigorously twice, trying to get rid of the dry and uncomfortable feeling, his eyes were in a trance for a second or two, and then he came to his senses, but there seemed to be a trace of sluggishness in this clarity.

Then he stepped back on the motorcycle, started the engine, and the middle-aged man stepped out of the ring belt to the back seat of the motorcycle, and then the motorcycle started, circled around and then exited the roundabout, heading towards the north, and disappeared in the flood of lights under the night.

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"Li Tou'er, come and see here!" The police officer on duty in the traffic monitoring room in the western district shouted as he pointed to a picture on the surveillance video wall.

Li Huanbo, 28 years old, is the person in charge of the night shift of the Western District Monitoring Office this month, Longcheng as the capital, although the infrastructure is complete, but because the number of motor vehicles and non-motor vehicles is very amazing, so the traffic pressure is still very large, and the daily work is quite heavy. But his position is a rare idleness, the specific monitoring and operation scheduling have been handed over to more than a dozen front-line police on duty, all he has to do is to report quickly after the situation occurs. As for minor issues that do not need to be reported, there are already regulations for dealing with them in the duty manual. So he was chatting about noodle software, and he was naturally very unhappy when he heard the shouting. As an instant messaging software, Mian Mian will show all his every move to the beauty opposite.

"What to shout, you can't do a little thing... Because there is recording monitoring in the duty room, he is not easy to be arrogant, so he can only mumble a few words in his voice, get up and come to the surveillance video wall.

After watching it for less than ten seconds, his face changed a little, and on the screen, a middle-aged man dressed a little strangely floated from the cement ring under the Fangsi overpass in the West District as if he had no weight to the back seat of the motorcycle of the field traffic police, and then the motorcycle drove away from the roundabout and went straight to the north.

"Follow him and see where the car goes." Li Huanbo's voice was raised, looking very nervous, "Turn on the ultra-high-definition camera and take a screenshot of his avatar for me." ”

"Yes!" The fingers of the policeman on duty tapped quickly on the photoelectric desktop, and the milky white light points jumped with the fingers on the desktop, like dolphins jumping out of the sea. Soon a 3D ultra-clear image appeared on the table, "The on-board terminal showed that the destination was the West District Branch of the Municipal Transportation Bureau." ”

"The Western District Bureau?" Li Huanbo's face became more and more ugly, he turned his head to look at the tempered glass curtain wall on the right, less than 300 meters outside the building is the West District Bureau, only one street away from the monitoring room where he is located. "Hold him close and let me know if there's anything going on!"

"Yes!"

After instructing his subordinates, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket and walked to the window, hesitated for a moment, and dialed a number. After two rings, the phone is connected.

"What's the matter?" The voice coming out of the phone sounded very young, no, it should be said that it was surprisingly young, it sounded at most eighteen or nineteen years old, but the timbre was extraordinarily loud and full of neutrality.

"There may be an invasion on my side, and I need your support." Li Huanbo tried his best to keep his voice down, and under his respectful tone, he unconsciously bent over slightly, and his voice kept trembling like a cold patient.

"Oh? How many levels? ”

"I can't say it, you can take a look first." Li Huanbo said as he uploaded a surveillance video that he had just recorded with his permission through the software.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for nearly a minute, apparently watching a video file. Then the voice sounded again, two simple words

"Where?"

"At the moment, it should be... It should be the West District Bureau! ”

Li Huanbo turned his head to look at the policeman on duty who was docking with him, and pointed to the direction of the West District Bureau outside the window, and the policeman nodded vigorously in affirmation.

"Okay, I'll take care of the rest, you don't have to worry about it, just stop the surveillance at the door of the West District Bureau."

"I know, if there is a new movement, I will inform you as soon as possible!" Li Huanbo nodded again and again, his expression revealing sincere awe.