Huang Jie stood alone on the rooftop, he couldn't believe what had happened the day before, his friend was his worst enemy.

"Huang Jie," he tilted his head, and it was Tina calling him.

Tina looked at him in a daze, looking a little cute, and after a while, she still spoke, "Don't look at me, Augustus told you to hurry in, he has something for you to see." ”

"Okay," Huang Jie nodded, didn't pay attention to Tina on the side, and walked downstairs towards the house by himself.

"You're at last," said Augustus.

"Where's Xie Qi?"

"It's been taken away." Augustus went straight to the point, "The reason I called you here is very simple, sit down, I'll show you the contents of your friend's USB drive." ”

Huang Jie sat on a chair next to him, while Augustus turned on the projection screen, and then the image came out:

Looks like it's supposed to be Whartont's border.

The eagle streaked across the sky, bringing a whistling sound, and a boy stood there, his head raised, squinting in the sunlight.

He couldn't see clearly, it looked like nothing more than a silhouette against the sky, but he smiled at it as he pulled up the hood from his gray sweatshirt to cover his black hair.

Ready, he has to prepare for the take-off of his next move.

The boy dragged his bicycle all the way to the roof of the old vacant house in disrepair, and in the process he stepped through a rotten floor, tearing his jeans and scratching his leg.

The boy had become accustomed to being on the roof. At night, when his parents thought he was in his room, he would climb out of his bedroom window, climb onto the roof, and slip into the coolness and privacy of the night...... Slipped into the midst of a many, many "disasters" that his parents didn't know about.

Today, the boy's destination is a huge shipping container that stands not far below the roof where the boy and his bike were. The distance between them was about twenty feet, and it was a piece of cake.

It's just that when he sits down on the bike, with one foot on the pedal and the other on the roof, his heart flutters.

He closed his eyes and breathed slowly through his nose in order to calm his mad heart and short breaths.

You're already in the past, he said to himself. It's done. Look at every inch along the way. Watch how the wheels land perfectly and how you can quickly turn the car around so you don't rush all the way down the other end.

Oh, it wasn't a good scene, and he immediately tried to erase it from his mind. But it's like the old joke ...... "Don't think about the pink elephant," and then, boom, all of a sudden, you're all over it.

The boy adjusted his direction and watched himself pedal, fly, and land...... Victory.

In his imagination, he is like an eagle flying.

He can do it.

Slowly and calmly, the boy opened his eyes and tightened his grip on the handlebars.

Right now.

He slammed his pedals, his eyes fixed on his target instead of the rapidly shortening edge of the roof and the pile of garbage that spread between the roof and the containers. Faster, faster, and then, when he jerked up the front wheel of the bike, the tires were already flying into the air.

He crossed the garbage heap below, a smile of perfection, pure joy on his face. Awesome! It's going to be a success!

The first wheel arrived.

The second, no.

Everything happened so fast that there was not even time to be afraid. The boy and the bicycle landed heavily on the hill of old mattresses, garbage, and other rags. That's what he's been dragging over the past few weeks. He tried to move a few times, but it didn't seem like a bone was broken. A scratch on his face was bleeding and aching, but it was fine.

The bike didn't look like it either, and the damage it suffered was more indicative of his failure than anything else.

"Damn it." He cursed, then dragged the bike out of the garbage heap. He didn't bother to think about how to explain his injuries to his parents.

It took him a few minutes to check on himself. There were a few scratches on the face and body, some black greens, nothing too bad, even the scratches on the legs were no longer bleeding. The bike also had some minor damage, but it was still able to be ridden.

Very good. The boy looked up, squinted, and smiled when he saw the little black dot, it was the eagle. All right...... Mom and Dad don't have to know everything right away.

He got on the bike and chased the eagle for a while.

By the time the boy returned to his family's shabby residential area, the shadows in the sun had begun to lengthen.

His bike stirred up yellow dust on the dirt road. Everything is draped in this pale, floating gold. Several colourful pennants are stretched across the road, providing the road with only a few shades of color.

The boy was in a good mood again. He has already begun to reflect on what he has done wrong and how he can improve next time to succeed. After all, it was the first time I tried it. He's not one to give up. He's going to try again tomorrow...... Or, realistically, try it when his parents give him back the bike.

It wasn't until the boy was close enough to town that he noticed that something wasn't quite right. People ran out of their homes, a few people sat on chairs with drinks in hand, but most of them were standing around, and that was it...... Look.

They were watching him.

Their faces were discreetly blank, but the boy's stomach twitched.

Something is wrong.

He picked up speed, dropped his bike in front of the door, and glanced at the silent, solemn neighbors behind him.

The boy's heart beat a little faster, though he didn't understand why. He reached for the doorknob, and his hand froze.

The door was wide open.

His parents always kept the door shut.

The boy swallowed and stepped into the small interior porch. He paused, listened, moved slowly, as if a stranger, into this place he knew so well. The door to the main house of the house was also wide open. He stretched out his small hand and brushed aside the long amber beads that most of the house used as a barrier for vanity.

There was no conversation or laughter, no smell of dinner on the stove, no clattering dishes. The only usual sound was Percy Crane's voice, ethereal ethereal from the old taupe radio. And the buzz of the TV in the back, a news program:

"Today we have Mr. Mobius Crowton, CEO of Mobius," the moderator was saying, "Mr. Crowton, what products are you going to bring us today?" ”

"Today we will revolutionize human civilization......" The boy caught a glimpse of a man in his forties, well-dressed and well-looking, with black eyes and a piercing countenance.

"That's it, Toshers!"

The man on the TV continued to nag, and the boy didn't pay attention and continued to walk forward.

It was dark in the house, which was nothing unusual, and although it was hot in the summer, the darkness could bring coolness, but it was not a friendly darkness, and the boy realized that his hands had become slimy.

When he stepped into the bedroom, he could dimly see his mother sitting in the kitchen, forming a silhouette in front of the window.

The boy breathed a sigh of relief, not understanding what he was afraid of, and then he opened his mouth to call her, but his words got stuck in his throat. He now realized that his mother was sitting at a strange angle, leaning back in her chair with her arms hanging at her sides.

She didn't move. Motionless.

The boy froze, staring at her tightly, his brain trying to understand what was wrong.

There was movement that caught his attention...... Something slipped from her hand and slowly dripped to the ground. It dripped into a spreading red puddle. This, the cruel sunlight captures this.

The boy's eyes were frozen by the movement. Then, slowly, he followed the red direction.

Bright red blood trickled slowly down a silver necklace that the boy remembered seeing every day hanging from his mother's long, slender neck. A broken arrow in the shape of an eye of Horus in the center.

The chain was now swinging from her hand, and the silver link was stained bright red.

Although everything in front of him and the reaction of his body were enough to make the boy turn his gaze and flee from the scene, he was there.

The boy's mother's hands were covered in blood, and the left sleeve of her shirt was soaked.

And the throat is ......

"Mom?" The boy snorted, even though the opening in his throat meant she was dead.

The sound of footsteps caught the boy's attention, and he noticed to his horror that he and his mother were not alone in the room.

Her killer is also here.

The man was standing next to the TV. A tall man over 1.82 meters tall was looking out the window with his back to the boy. He wears a fisherman's hat on his head.

Once again, the boy's eyes were drawn to something else, the same creepy red liquid, his mother's blood dripping from the tip of the knife extending from under the murderer's wrist and dripping onto the cheap linoleum floor.

"Dad." He whispered. His body was about to start vomiting, his mind was starting to crumble, and at this moment he wanted to tighten himself like a fetus, and his inner world was collapsing. He struggled to tell himself that this could not be true!

Slowly, the man turned around, and the boy's heart twitched with pain and fear, and it was none other than his father.

The boy's eyes were full of sorrow, as if even he was in mourning. But how is this possible? It's he who puts the ......

The boy stared at him, unable to comprehend any part of this, or even all of it. Then his father turned completely to him and began to walk towards him. The sound of footsteps echoed loudly in the room of horrors, a voice that should have been ordinary, a conversation on TV.

"I'm sorry, kid," he began, "I don't have a choice. The man pulled out the knife he had stuck in his wife and walked towards the boy.

The boy glared at his father, his own heart pounding against his chest, and he was stunned by what he saw......

Just then, the squeaking of tires outside the window and the shadows of the vehicles outside broke the deadly curse, and the boy's father raised his head and ran quickly over his son's head, watching the cars that had stopped outside the door with their tails flailing.

"Let's go!" He yelled at his son, "Get out! Right away! ”

The boy jumped to his feet and rushed to the steps.

His legs, which had been stiff a moment ago, now rushed out of the window and up to the rooftop, a secret path of freedom that his parents had never known about, now an escape for an acrobat.

He sped at a speed never before in his life, jumping up or down to the next long stretch of roof without hesitation, tumbling and jumping to his feet as he fell. Out of the corner of his eye, the boy saw what appeared to be a dozen black vans rushing towards him, as if a flood had washed down the dusty streets.

The boy hid, took a moment to calm his breathing, and ventured to glance down.

In the passenger seat of a car, he caught a glimpse of a pale, scrawny man with black hair, dressed in black, and wearing black sunglasses. It looked almost like the guy he had just seen on TV, but of course it wasn't possible.

Is it possible?

The boy couldn't understand it, but there was a shiver in his body.

As soon as the van turned around, the boy ran again, jumped from the roof into a pile of garbage, and sped off the road.

A few months later, the boy was on the street when a man dressed in black approached him, crouched down and took a few gold coins out of his pocket and gave him them.

Faced with the boy's serious doubts, the man patted him on the shoulder, and then handed the boy a badge with a blue background emblazoned with a skull.

The video ended, Huang Jie was stunned in place, he looked at Augustus on the side in horror, and the other party nodded to him.

At this moment, Huang Jie's mobile phone rang.

"Hello?" Huang Jie asked, there was an explosion on the other end of the phone, and after a while, gunshots broke out, and the shouts of people over there could be faintly heard, "Knight, it's the end of the ......"

"Hey, is it Huang Jie?" Finally, a voice came from the other side of the phone, "Your friend, thank you...... Ah......h

Huang Jie stood up, ignoring Tina and his party who were opening the door at the door.

He slammed the door and rushed out, driving towards Osroni's Laroquet prison.

He was in a cold sweat, and he thought silently in his heart, I hope it wasn't true.

Huang Jie arrived at his destination, and at this moment, in front of his eyes: the Lalocke prison had been reduced to ruins, and the flames had burned to the mountains on the side, and the thousand-year-old snow-capped mountains had been melted by the temperature of the fire for the first time.

Above the ruins, apart from the screams and the smell of burnt meat, there were only a few figures left: they were dressed in armor, white, red, black and gray, dressed like knights in the Middle Ages, two of them wore helmets and masks, and the other two, Huang Jie noticed that one of them wearing blue armor turned out to be his friend Xie Qi, and the only female knight standing on the other was also Bertha.

Huang Jie choked up, and after a moment, "Xie Qi." He shouted, but the other party did not answer, in exchange for the blue flame in his eyes.

At this moment, one walked behind the four knights, that person was wearing black armor, accompanied by the sound of clattering armor, carrying a bloody broadsword in his hand, and a human head in the other hand, "He is no longer called Xie Qi, from now on, please call him ......" The knight took off his helmet and mask in front of Huang Jie, "Don't ...... the Knights of Famine"