In front of a unit building in the Hongyan community, a yellow warning banner separated a forbidden area, and several police officers stood outside to maintain order, and a large circle of onlookers gathered outside.

"Aunt Liu, are you here too?" A resident of the community squeezed into the crowd and hurriedly greeted an acquaintance next to him.

"Oh, Xiaoguan, you're back from your hometown?"

"Yes, didn't you just come back at noon, and you found that there was a big circle of people here, what happened?"

"I don't know, it seems that a gas pipe exploded in the building last night, and the danger is still being investigated."

The residents who just came to the community were surprised and asked, "Oh, Aunt Liu, don't you also live in this building?" Do you know which one had the accident and if there were any casualties? ”

Aunt Liu sighed: "Oh, it's 302, the foreigner downstairs in my house, strange to say, I slept heavily last night, my family has a slight insomnia and I didn't hear any movement downstairs, I was startled when I was called down by the police early in the morning, and I took a look when I passed by 302, not only the house was in tatters, but even the door frame was only half left, you said that such a big movement I didn't hear a sound last night?" ”

"Don't talk about you, Mr. Wu lives on the opposite side of the door and doesn't hear any sound." An old man next to him interjected, "Good fellow, the remaining half of the door frame has hit his door." ”

"Strange thing, really strange thing. The foreigner is quite good, he greets politely every time he meets, and he is still a university professor, so he hopes that people are okay. ”

The onlookers were talking casually, and not far from the crowd, Zhang Yean pulled the cap on his head to cover most of his face, bowed his head and turned around and left the community.

At the entrance of the community, a policeman passed by Zhang Ye'an, who had his head down, and after taking two steps carelessly, he suddenly found that this person's face was quite consistent with the photo of the key suspect sent by the bureau the day before yesterday.

"Hey, the guy in front of you stops."

Under the cheers, Zhang Ye'an stood in silence like a statue, neither turning around nor asking, seeing that it was a little more suspicious in the eyes of the police, and vigilantly pressed his hand on the gun on his waist and slowly approached: "Don't make superfluous movements, turn around slowly." ”

Suddenly, Zhang Ye'an's body moved, seemingly normal walking posture, mechanical and rigid movements like a puppet, but turned into a black shadow like the wind and quickly rushed backwards into the arms of the police, at first glance, the two seemed to be very funny together. But the policeman who was leaned up on would never have the slightest amusement in his mind, and he only felt that he had been hit into his arms by a mad bull running wildly, and every viscera, every inch of muscle, and every bone in his body was wailing under the violent force.

Stopped, retreated, Zhang Ye'an seemed to have just done a trivial thing, silently and quickly left the community, a few seconds later, the dense sound of broken bones sounded in an instant, and the policeman behind him fell to the ground like mud, and dark red blood gradually spread on the grass.

Like a fish swimming into the sea, Zhang Ye'an, who returned to the street, blended inconspicuously into the crowd, or stepped on a blind spot, or skillfully avoided the monitored places on the road through the surrounding vehicles and pedestrians, and finally came to a somewhat old commercial building. Before stepping into the building, Zhang Ye'an seemed to inadvertently flip the badge on his chest, and a subtle invisible fluctuation was transmitted, and then he walked into the building, but his figure did not appear in the hall on the first floor, but completely disappeared.

In the gloomy building, the brightness was dim like the last rays of the setting sun, and Zhang Ye'an, who had just come in from the sun, just squinted his eyes to get used to the familiar dim light here. The layout of this hall is very strange, although it is vast and empty, there are no superfluous furnishings, and in the most conspicuous place in the middle of the hall there is a bath, but what gushes out of it is a stream of flowing dark liquid, and the whole pool appears to be pitch black. In the pool, a **** middle-aged white-haired man with his upper body is soaking in the bath with his eyes closed, with a distorted expression of pain on his face, but mixed with a cruel smile like masochistic pleasure.

"Mentor!" Zhang Ye'an was not surprised, and bowed slightly to the man in the pool: "I'm back." ”

"How's it going out there?" Simon opened his eyes and slowly stared at his most proud disciple.

If you ask your colleagues at the university about their impression of Simon, it is probably a gentle but rigorous person, a little old-fashioned, which is in line with the stereotype that most Chinese people have of Germans. He didn't smoke, he didn't drink, he lived in seclusion except for teaching, he didn't participate in any social activities, he didn't even have a single argument with anyone in a few years, and he lived a simple life like a monk.

But at this moment, the middle-aged man in the black pool is completely different from the polite Professor Simon, not in terms of image, but in essence. If you really want to say it, it's like a robot tearing off the humanoid skin on the surface of the body to reveal the body of the mechanical gear circuit, although it is only a thin layer of skin, but it is completely two existences.

Strange!

Anyone who sees the middle-aged man at this moment for the first time will feel this, although he is human, although he is still smiling, but it gives people a strange distortion that is out of place, as if a cold poisonous snake crawls over the skin, as if concentrated sulfuric acid erodes and erodes, as if some strange thing has been forced into the human body, making people completely unable to feel the taste of human beings.

This is the true face of Professor Simon, once the best worshipper of the Illuminati, and now the High Priest of the Lord of the Netherworld, Darko Sauron.

"Although there are a lot of police officers on the streets, so far I haven't found too strict investigations, and judging from the current search intensity, it should be just an ordinary level of cooperation. I have sent out a code, and our members will gather in this stronghold in the shortest possible time. ”

"Oh, it doesn't seem like a planned leak was detected by the Yanhuang Blood, otherwise the search would not be more than that. If it weren't for the suspicion of being loose on the outside and tight on the inside, could it be that the Yanhuang Bloods were just cooperating with the actions of the white wolf Jeter? Sauron's eyes were half-open and half-closed, and he suddenly frowned slightly and snorted, adjusted his posture and exposed the upper body immersed in the black water to the surface of the pool, and there was a huge claw mark on his chest, and the skin and flesh were even faintly exposed in the abdominal cavity, and the half-brown black pus and blood seeped out little by little. If you look closely, you will see that some invisible force is attached to the claw marks, constantly trying to expand the wound like an appendage - this claw wound is not the "result" of the injury, but the "ongoing" damage.

"Mentor, are you okay with your injuries?" Zhang Ye'an, who looked blank, seemed to be just asking routinely, and there was no trace of worry in his flat tone.

Sauron was noncommittal, and suddenly stretched out a finger to stir the purulent flesh and blood in the depths of the wound, and his face showed a painful and cruel intoxicated look, and hissed: "Just like a hungry wolf that never lets go of its prey, and has been wrapped around the target to expand the damage until death, the white wolf Jett is worthy of the blood of the primordial Doyd clan in his body, this hunting power from the ancient wilderness is really difficult, but I can still deal with it with the power of this imprisoned shadow pool, you don't need to worry." ”

As he spoke, the pool of imprisoned shadows churned, and a humanoid black shadow rushed out of the pool, although it was swarthy and had no facial features and only a humanoid silhouette, but there were claw marks similar to those on Sauron's chest in the same position on his chest. I saw this humanoid silhouette rolling around on the edge of the pool, as if it was struggling in pain, but there was no sound, as if it was just performing a comical pantomime. A moment later, the figure and its claw marks suddenly collapsed and disappeared, and the claw marks on Sauron's chest also shrank a lot at the same time.

"Phew, it looks like we'll be able to get rid of this force by tonight." Sauron's pained face was much soothed.

"But Mentor, if you soak in the Pool of Shadows for too long, I'm afraid that the time when your body will be eaten will be one step closer."

"It's okay, now that our existence has been exposed, if we want to give up our efforts, we can only hold a ceremony in the near future, and we don't need to think about the backlash." A dark but deep voice flashed in Sauron's eyes.

"Yes. On the other hand, I went to investigate the area where I was attacked last night, and found that no one around me heard the sound, and the damage affected by the battle was limited to your accommodation. ”

"Sure enough, the subtle sense of incongruity I felt during last night's battle was not an illusion." Sauron's eyes narrowed like a snake, and he said coldly: "I heard that there is a mysterious member of the Yanhuang Bloodline who can confuse dreams and reality, presumably he should have been assisting the white wolf last night, but fortunately he sensed something wrong and left the battlefield in time, otherwise I am afraid that I will be dragged into the deep dream realm." It seems that the power of the Yanhuang bloodline this time should not be underestimated. ”

"Well, when they have gathered, they will be ordered not to go out at all. This city is the weakest area in the nearby provinces and cities that has the weakest spatial connection with the Shadow Realm, and although this reflection node I built is a structure that imitates the magic workshop, it uses the power of our lord in the process, and it will not be detected by the people of the Yanhuang Blood and the Star Instrument Society in the short term. ”

"Yes, Mentor." Zhang Ye'an nodded in response, and suddenly asked again: "It's just that if this attack is led by the people of the Star Instrument Society, what is their goal?" ”

"Hehe, I can roughly guess what these crazy people from the Planetary Instrument Society want to get to the so-called roots, but I don't know how they found out my whereabouts." Sauron seemed to think of something, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and finally took a deep breath and sank into the black pool again: "No matter what their purpose is, as long as the ritual is successfully opened, after the power of my lord comes, whether it is the Star Instrument Society or the Yanhuang Bloodline, there is nothing to fear." ”