Chapter 1

The night of July 17, 2022.

Huaxia magic capital, a commercial street in Puxi.

In an ordinary milk tea shop.

The 24 degree air-conditioning environment is definitely not hot, but there are still fine beads of sweat falling along Wu fan's temples.

The clenched fists and dignified look all show that the young man in his early 20s is on high alert.

There is no other reason.

Just more than ten minutes ago, Wu Fanzheng pulled down the rolling curtain to close the store. As soon as he turned his head, he saw a large aperture emerging silently by the operating console.

The aperture is strangely floating in the air, with a faint blue light. It looks a little more than one meter in diameter - not far from the aperture is the table personally arranged by Wu fan. The size is a rectangle of 1.3x0.5. The diameter of the aperture is just about the same as the length of the table. It looks less than one meter and five meters.

Wu fan knows very well that there are absolutely no things or conditions in his shop that can produce such an aperture:

The mobile phone is in his pocket. As soon as the rolling shutter door is pulled down, the external light cannot enter. The only light source in the store is the overhead chandelier - after Wu fan turns off the light, you can still see the diaphragm floating slowly.

There is no doubt that Wu fan encountered an abnormal event.

As an internet lover with a Book age of more than ten years, Wu fan soon accepted this fact.

But what to do next, he made a difficult decision.

Is it the initiative to contact the official?

Or do you secretly cover things up and take a step by step?

Reason tells Wu fan that it is the best and most appropriate way to report the facts.

However, as an ordinary person for 26 years.

There is another flame in Wu fan's heart, which is tenaciously swaying in the strong wind raised by reason: what if this aperture is an opportunity? If this aperture can bring anything good

Clatter clatter——

Just as Wu fan was tangled in his heart, there was a knock outside the roller shutter that had been pulled down.

The unique material sound of the rolling shutter door fluctuates like a wave. With the "crash", there is also a male voice: "Hello, is there anyone in the store?"

My name is not hello. My name is Gemini.

A coquettish remark came out of his mind subconsciously. Within half a second, Wu fan suddenly aroused his spirit and came back to his senses like an electric shock.

A drop of sweat bigger and faster than before slipped from Wu fan's forehead, slowed down under the buffer of his chin beard, and finally penetrated into his collar.

"Who, who?" Wu fan clenched his teeth and forced his tone to be normal: "it's closed! Come back tomorrow!"

Maybe it's an old customer, Wu fan comforted himself.

However, the dopamine produced by self consolation had not yet started to transmit, and the other party's reply stopped Wu fanchai:

"Patrolman of the police station! Master, open the door!" (people in Mordor usually call people they don't know Master)

.........

Cao Yi, 28, is a native of magic capital. After graduating from the police academy, he was assigned to work in Huaihai police station. This year is the fifth year he has worn the police badge.

As a super large international city, magic capital has a resident population of more than 20 million, and the crime rate is the lowest in the same level cities in the world. Naturally, it is inseparable from the efforts and even sacrifices of grass-roots police officers such as Cao Yi.

Although the area under the jurisdiction of Huaihai police station is not large, due to its jurisdiction over many commercial blocks and historical buildings, the police station's patrol strength is not small - of course, the patrol equipment will be relatively advanced.

The standard patrol team in Huaihai Road area is a team of six people. The street where WuFan milk tea shop is located is listed as one of the fixed long-term patrol points because it is located at the junction of the commercial street, the second cancer hospital and the elevated exit of magic capital. Its geographical location is more complex and important.

Today, Cao Yizheng and his friends are conducting routine inspections.

As usual, there were no major events in the whole area, but there were a few sporadic life chores: Aunt XX complained about stray cats in the community, someone parked and shared bicycles in violation of regulations in the pedestrian street, foreign trucks asked for directions at the elevated exit, etc.

After patrolling for more than half a circle, a young man stretched his waist leisurely: "yawn ~ it's a little boring."

This young man named Zheng Yuan, who just graduated from the police academy this year, is a little jumpy.

The smell of academic style has not completely faded, and he is the youngest younger generation in the whole patrol group.

"It's just boring. It means social stability." another older patrol member of the team smiled, unscrewed his water bottle and poured a few mouthfuls. Finally, he gave a forthright "ha". He was stunned to drink the boiled water out of the momentum of Liangshan Juyi. "If our patrol team is going to die one day, it's a bad thing."

"Yes, I'll just say it casually." Zheng Yuan smiled and talked about another topic: "by the way, did you hear that there was a gang of pirated famous brand bags in Pudong yesterday, a pile of Prada Hermes high imitation bags, ten or twenty million, enough to judge... Eh, what's that?"

Cao Yi was listening with relish. When he heard the second half of Zheng Yuan's sentence, he subconsciously turned his head in the direction he said. After seeing the situation clearly, he said, "Oh, what's the situation?"

Tens of meters away from Cao Yi and others, above a shop whose name can't be seen clearly at night, a not very wide but extremely bright light column just rushed into the sky and looked particularly dazzling at night.

As a super large city, one of the most famous landscapes in mordu is the Bund light show.

Every night, many high-rise buildings in Pudong will light up outside the building and display an extremely spectacular night view.

However, this does not mean that anyone can cast high-intensity lights at will in the magic capital.

In fact, Mordor's control of light is very strict - large detection facilities must be reported before use, and the use of remote detection light is prohibited in the urban area after 11:00 (except the eve of the new year).

After all, light pollution is also one of the real livelihood problems these days.

The Bund light show, which represents the image of Magic City, can't cross the line, let alone Huaihai business district.

Therefore, seeing that someone "illegally uses" high-intensity lights, Cao Yi must stop it out of his duty.

Only then did Wu fan hear the knock at the door.

After reporting home, Cao Yi stood in the same place and waited.

After about half a minute, with a loud noise, the rolling shutter door was pulled up about two-thirds of the height, revealing Wu fan's face in the store.

In fact, up to this time, Cao Yi did not link this matter with abnormal events.

He straightened his chest to ensure that the law enforcement recorder on his chest could cover the situation in front of him:

"Hello, master, we're from the patrol team of Huaihai police station. What's the matter with the light outside your shop? It's forbidden to murmur strong light in the urban area after 11 o'clock?"

Wu fan, who originally thought he could not escape and planned to take the initiative to tell the whole story, was stunned: "

"Don't be nervous, master. We don't punish money," Cao Yi smiled. He misunderstood Wu fan's expression as a temporary silence caused by fear. Then he looked into the store: "the machine is cutting in the back? Just turn it off. Pay more attention next time..."

Then the next second, Cao Yi's smile solidified.

He pointed to the light circle floating in the house and constantly jumping out of various small mysterious symbols, with a question mark on his face:

"I wiped it. What is it???"