Caesar woke up in bed, and it was dark outside the porthole.
This Gulfstream business jet happens to have three full-size beds, enough for six of them to rest.
Naturally, Lu Mingfei and Nuonuo shared a bed, Chu Zihang and Xia Mi shared a bed, and he himself... could only feel aggrieved and shared a bed with Fingel, who said they both had girlfriends.
He glanced at Fingel, who was sleeping soundly next to him. He was lying in an awkward position, and his snoring could even reach Caesar's ears through the earplugs.
Suddenly I had the urge to kick this guy out of bed...
Caesar looked at his watch again. There were still six hours left to reach China. They were above the Arctic Circle.
Caesar liked this business jet very much, and the softness and hardness of the bed were adjusted according to his requirements. However, he did not sleep well that night. There was an uneasy feeling in his dream, as if something was approaching.
Guessing that he would never be able to sleep again, he opened the suitcase he carried with him, took a look at the set of crossbows and arrows, picked them up and looked at them carefully under the lamp.
In the completely transparent artificial quartz crystal on the arrow, a dark red blood streak stretches, and a crystal-like shimmer flows on the surface.
It was specially sent to his study by a member of the equipment department that day.
The Philosopher's Stone comes from the bones of Constantine, the Dragon King. This is one of the only few pieces that has been extracted so far.
The member of the Equipment Department said that there were some impurities of unknown composition in this Philosopher's Stone that could not be removed, and it was these impurities that made it very different from ordinary Philosopher's Stones.
For example... it cannot come into contact with oxygen, otherwise everything around it will burn at an explosive speed.
Moreover, this is a "concept".
The concept of burning will release something similar to a "field". As long as there is combustible material in the field, it will "command" that material to burn at the fastest speed, and the result will be an explosion.
The essence of "Word Spirit" is the same. The person who releases the Word Spirit issues orders within the domain, and this order can even change the physical rules.
This substance has approached the origin of the world or...the realm of God.
"Sounds like the fire that will destroy the world." Caesar said to himself, gently putting the crossbow arrow back into the box.
He felt that just because of Angers current status, he could not order the equipment department to give him such valuable equipment, so he asked the member of the equipment department if he was from the family.
The result was a sneer from the researchers.
"The Gattuso family is indeed the most influential surname in the school board or the Presbyterian Church, but the self-confidence of those who want to include the deputy minister of equipment as a Gattuso family member is probably too inflated," he said.
Caesar also really didn't expect that the unimpressive person was actually the deputy director of the Equipment Department. In his impression, the Equipment Department had always been hidden underground, and he had never heard of the person in charge of it.
Every time when the college needs equipment and resources, these tech geeks in white research uniforms come out of the underground laboratory with boxes in hand. After delivering the goods, they hurriedly explain a few words without even giving an instruction manual, let alone any usage tutorials.
Already.
But this time, this secretive department actually dispatched a high-end deputy ministerial figure to deliver the goods.
Caesar actually didn't quite understand why he did this. Since he was not a member of the family, why would he give him such a valuable weapon?
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It is now 3 o'clock in the morning, and the plane has just passed through the Bering Strait.
"The script is ready to be staged." In the darkness, the devil was laughing.
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"What's the sound?" Caesar suddenly raised his head from his thoughts.
A beautiful melody came from the captain's cabin. Caesar turned back to look at his companions. They were still sleeping. It seemed that he was the only one who heard the melody.
"Is the captain listening to the song?" Caesar thought, "Maybe I'm worrying too much."
Just as he was about to lie down, the melody suddenly became louder. Looking back at his companions, Nuonuo hugged Lu Mingfei like an octopus, Xia Mi rested his head on Chu Zihang's chest, and Finger beside him
You are still snoring loudly.
There was nothing unusual at all, except for...the melody getting louder and louder, as if it was trying to get into his head.
"No, that's not right!" Caesar always felt something was wrong, "There is definitely something wrong with this melody!"
"Fingal!" He pushed Fingal hard, "Wake up!"
Fingel's snoring stopped, and Caesar was delighted. Unexpectedly, Fingel turned over and continued to snore with his back to him.
"This bastard! Forget it..." Caesar jumped up from the bed again, grabbed the "Diclato" placed beside the bed, and walked quickly to Lu Mingfei's bed, "Lu Mingfei!
Lu Mingfei!"
Of course it was impossible for Lu Mingfei to respond to him.
Caesar hit a wall again. He frowned and looked at Chu Zihang... Well, he didn't really want to call him Chu Zihang.
So he walked quietly towards the captain's cabin alone.
The closer he got to the captain's cabin, the clearer the melody became. It was a piano piece, but he had never heard it before.
"There shouldn't be piano music that I haven't heard..." Caesar said to himself. He was already standing at the door of the captain's cabin, and he only had to open the door to find out.
"Dictado" changed direction in the hand, holding it backwards, slightly lowering the center of gravity of the body, and assuming a vigilant posture.
At this time, Caesar was like a cheetah ready to attack.
"Come on! Let me see what the hell you are!" He yelled and kicked the door open...
The captain's cabin is empty! The plane is flying by itself!
"What the hell..." Caesar muttered to himself. Music was coming from the center console. He had flown on this plane many times, but he had never heard of any music system installed.
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The thick sea-like clouds below the fuselage seemed to be boiling, and black shadows blew away the clouds and rose up, silently following the Gulfstream aircraft.
On the huge Arctic ice floe below the clouds, the ice surface cracked, and the same black shadow floated up. A heavy blow during takeoff cracked the ice floe, and groups of black shadows followed the business jet below like fighter jets in formation.
The piano suddenly stopped, switched to heavy electronic classical music, and then the cello, and a Chinese man began to sing.
"Brother is wearing a retro suit
Playing magic music with a cane
Stroll through Samaritan
A time renovated by the years
An empire with no borders in sight
A throne made of musical notes
I use the piano keys to travel through the immortality I missed in 1900
…”
The entire plane trembled violently, and a golden halo appeared in the clouds ahead. Caesar was dumbfounded as he watched this almost impossible thing happen before his eyes.
First there was the weird melody, then there was the empty cab, then there were the mysterious black figures floating up from below, and finally, the halo in the clouds ahead...
It's as great as...a miracle.
The engine suddenly stopped, and Caesar felt a sense of weightlessness, but it was only for a moment. The plane was soon lifted up by the black shadow below and continued to fly into the circle.
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"Our time zone is the West Sixth District, which is seven time zones apart. An afternoon in Chicago is a late night in Hamburg."
Ange looked at the ceiling, his voice as erratic as a ghost whispering in a well, "It was raining that night. For the first time in my life, I saw an alien race with my own eyes. We were waiting for her at the head of the harbor, welcoming the nightmare of mankind..."
Autumn of 1900 AD, late night, drizzle, Port of Hamburg, Germany.
The lighthouse's gas lamp is like a brilliant sword, rotating and cutting through the darkness, cutting into the pier, cutting out a thin and straight silhouette.
The young earl stood alone on the pier without an umbrella, with his hands in his pockets and the collar of his windbreaker tied up to resist the cold wind.
The hand hidden in his pocket gently touched the ancient silver ring on the index finger of his left hand. His golden eyes narrowed into a thin slit, and he looked at the sea through the lenses of his brown glasses. The sea that used to be calm now looked like a pool of water about to boil.
Heaving uneasily.
This is a sign of the coming storm. Most of the ships have already entered the port. The sea in the distance is empty except for the circular spots burned by the pale lights.
"Here it comes!" The corners of his eyes twitched slightly.
When the lighthouse's gas lamp once again swept across the empty sea, the black shadow of a freighter was cut out, and it appeared silently, like a ghost ship emerging from the sea.
"Queen Mary" was embellished with white paint on its jet black side. It was a British ship with a bad reputation. It traveled between the Far East and the Port of Hamburg, using jades and porcelain trade as a cover.
Reselling antiquities from Dunhuang and southern China.
The Earl raised his hand, and his men used gas lights on the dock to make three long and two short signals. The dark "Queen Mary" responded with two short and two long lights.
He was very cautious and anchored outside the port, where he followed the waves but did not move. The sailors lowered the lifeboat and rowed hard with their ponchos on, approaching the dock.
Another young man walked up behind the earl silently. He was an authentic Chinese, 25 years old, with dark eyes, soft and clear cheek lines, and a figure similar to the earl.
The young man wore a pitch-black poncho that covered his Qing Dynasty dress. He tied up his thick braids and hid them in a hat. With his head lowered behind the earl, most people would not easily notice that he was an Oriental.
The young man can be regarded as an important member of the Westernization faction. In the 16th year of Guangxu's reign, he was selected to be sent to the Tongwen Hall of the Capital. He had profound knowledge of European languages and science and technology. Four years later, he became the assistant of the German envoy and also
There he met this young and promising earl and became his best friend.
The young man took out the gold pocket watch inlaid with ivory and took a look at it. "The time is right, they are very punctual."
The count turned to look at his friend, and finally his eyes fell on the young man's metallic flash. In the dark night, the two lights were as bright as swords. They were two silver large-caliber revolvers.
The young man is not the kind of Chinese who has been poisoned by yam for a long time and has no strength. The count knows that when he fires both guns at the same time, he can shoot down two birds at the same time, and both of them will penetrate both eyes.
"Yes..." The count looked at the sky in the distance, and suddenly a light flashed past, but the dense clouds made it difficult to see clearly.
"What?" He frowned.
"Where?" The young man looked around vigilantly, "Is there anything going on?"
"No, there was a light in the sky just now... Forget it, maybe it was lightning, or my eyesight was dazzled or something." The Earl smiled, hugging the long knife hidden in his windbreaker, and the silver-embedded handle poked out and pressed against his chest.
Chin said, "Shan Yan, don't you think our pairing is strange?"
"What's weird?" the young man, Lu Shanyan, said calmly.
"The weapon was used incorrectly." The count slowly drew out the sword for an inch, and then put it back. At that moment, the blade's glow was bone-piercingly cold, like the bright moon in the winter night sky.
The naturally occurring patterns on the blade when it was cast are clearly visible. At that time, an Ottoman Turkish Empire-style Tikante long knife was made of rare cold satin patterned steel.
After the 18th century, this mythical steel refining technology has become extinct. Usually this kind of sword is only an appreciation item of European wealthy families. At that time, the earl carefully sharpened the blade of this sword. He did not carry this sword for show off or
For self-defense, he was always ready to use it.
"One day all the soldiers of the Qing Dynasty will be ready to use the foreign knives and cannons produced by you. Then our country will be strong and no one will buy the pornographic films you produce." Lu Shanyan said.
"Hey, you sound like I'm an opium dealer." The count protested.
Lu Shanyan smiled. He knew that the Count was definitely not contaminated with opium. He just wanted to quarrel with Mr. Count. If they didn't talk at this time, the situation would be too cold.
The sea, the drizzle, the solitary lamp, and before they boarded a dark lifeboat, the waves came up. The companions behind them guarded the Maxim heavy machine gun hidden under the poncho.
But maybe it really should have been so cold. Although they didn't discuss it among themselves, everyone guessed what the goods in this transaction were.
That is definitely something that makes people tremble from the bottom of their bones.
The transaction number was the 666th item they purchased from the Far East this year. This damn number made Lu Shanyan, who did not believe in ghosts and gods, feel unlucky. 666 was the exclusive number of the devil Satan.
"Meinek, get ready to accept the goods." Lu Shanyan put his hands on the handle of the revolver.
"Always ready," Menek replied, sheathing his knife.
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time.
It sounds like a very mysterious thing, because according to ordinary people's perception, no, it is impossible to reverse it even among hybrids who have seen the reality of the world.
But now, time is really reversing in front of Caesar's eyes.
He sat feebly on the captain's chair. The watch on the side was spinning counterclockwise at a rapid speed. When he looked out of the plane's observation window, his eyes were filled with nothingness.
Caesar initially calculated the speed of the watch's reversal, but in the end he calculated it over and over again, and the answer he got was a despairing one.
So he leaned on the chair and took a nap... It can't be said that he was arrogant. There was really nothing he could do. This was no longer an area that he could interfere with, and no one could do it.
When he woke up after being lost in the lake, the lookout window in front of him was no longer empty.
The engine was still stopped, and the unknown group of things below were holding the plane down slowly.
"Where did you travel to?" Caesar lay down in front of the window, trying to observe the buildings on the ground to judge the era he was in at this time, "These damn dark clouds make it impossible for me to see anything clearly."