Song of Time – Dusk Awakening Verse

As the night darkened, this splendid and unforgettable concert had already come to a successful conclusion, but the still passionate crowds around were reluctant to leave for a long time. They all walked to the pubs or restaurants near the square, gathered in a crowd and sat down for a drink, talking loudly and sharing their experiences.

The Bingquan Hotel, not far from the square, is also crowded at the moment. Although Mrs. Lovina and Lord Saron have entered and rested early, the front door is still crowded with reporters from various newspapers, unwilling to dig out enough. Inside/scene of bloggers' eyeballs. A long guardrail was surrounded by the door. A row of tall guards with batons stood outside the guardrail to maintain order. From time to time, some unexpected disputes were heard from the crowded crowd. The noise was endless and annoying. .

In the guard pavilion on the side of the guardrail, a guard captain in a gray uniform, Masayoshi Chilo, looked at the hungry media guys outside the door with a grimace. He has just turned 30 this year, at an energetic age. Years of guard work has made his eyes very sharp. In order to make himself more mature and majestic, he deliberately left a neat short beard.

"This group of **** flies, I'm so annoyed...Can't you stop it for a while!" Although Quirrell was used to these all-pervasive and unscrupulous journalists, he couldn't help cursing secretly in his heart. After finally meeting Mrs. Lovina’s concert, it was my turn to be on duty, and I could only hear a little singing from a distance... It was really annoying! The captain thought that there was another heartburn. He turned his head and looked at the bell on the back wall, the hour hand was almost at 12 o'clock.

"...I will be able to rest soon." Qui Luo sighed to comfort himself. He stretched out his hand and took out a cigarette from his trouser pocket. He wiped a match and was about to light it when he heard a sound from a distance. Slightly crackled. The captain looked up suspiciously, and the group of reporters outside the guardrail suddenly rushed to the left like moths chasing light. The speed was staggering. After a while, the gate that was originally impenetrable became deserted and deserted. Du Qiluo was a little startled.

"Oh!" The scorching pain from his fingers made him instantly regain his senses. Quirrell quickly threw away the match and rubbed the scald. He put the cigarette away and opened the glass door to look out. There was black smoke billowing in an old building in the distance, and I don't know what was burning. The black smoke quickly filled the direction of the hotel along the wind, like a huge black cloth covering all the lights along the way.

"What's going on...I caught fire inexplicably?" The captain was a little puzzled, and suddenly saw a guard rushing towards him from outside the door.

The guards stood still and gasped and shouted loudly, "Captain, it's not good! The warehouse building on the left suddenly exploded and caught fire. Now the fire is getting bigger and bigger, and there is black smoke everywhere! Captain, go and take a look!"

"What's the panic!" Captain Quirrell rebuked in a deep voice. He frowned and glanced at the approaching black smoke, turned his head and shouted at the guards, "Leave a pair of guards in each group, and bring the others. Fire extinguishing spray, follow me!"

Qiluo made a follow-up gesture to the guard who reported the news, and immediately rushed towards the fire scene. He could still hear sharp explosions on the road. He couldn't help but sink: there is something left in the old building. After so many years of tatters, how could such a big fire explode.... Thinking of this, he furrowed his brows deeper, so it's better to be careful... Quill didn't dare to be careless and raised his spirits to himself.

Adjacent to the hotel is a three-story warehouse building that has been abandoned for many years. Not long ago, the Ministry of Municipal Affairs was still figuring out whether to demolish and rebuild it. This saved a lot of time. Quirrell quickly rushed to the warehouse, and saw that the surrounding area was full of smoke. He didn't know what was inside. The black smoke was so thick and smelly that people couldn't open their eyes. The flies-like lingering reporters all stood outside the range of black smoke, whispering excitedly to watch the excitement, presumably they will be in the newspaper tomorrow.

The fire situation is urgent, and Quirrell has no time to chat with the reporters, turning around and shouting to the guards who rushed behind him: "Look at these guys in a group, and the others follow me!" After that, he walked from his side. The guard grabbed the fire-extinguishing spray and rushed into the fire first.

The thick smoke in the burning old building looks scary, but the guards spread out and sprayed while holding the spray, only to find that the fire was actually not too big, but there was too much smoke, and the visibility was poor. .

Captain Quirrell looked around vigilantly, but he was swallowed by the black smoke. He coughed and closed his eyes for a while. When he opened his eyes and looked around, the players had already walked away and could not hear the sound. .

"This bunch of rascals! What are you doing so fast..." He breathed out a sigh of relief and just wanted to rush forward. Suddenly, with a frown, he turned to the side and fell to his knees. A bunch of extremely fast fireballs flew past his position. Sputtered on the wall behind him, exploding a group of burnt black marks.

"What..." Quirrell drew out his hand/gun like lightning and wanted to warn loudly, but the attacker was one step faster than him, and two pieces of paper-thin fire knives flew out of the black smoke straight through his chest. And then, tearing apart a pair of hideous burns, the heart and lungs are fully understood. Captain Quirrell snorted and fell to the ground. He struggled to look up, but there was only a frantic fire in his final field of vision.

Flames were flying around, and a man in black robes slowly emerged from the smoke. He stepped forward and took a glance at the victim, bent over and stretched out his thin white right hand and tapped on the horrible blood hole, reaching into his mouth to lick lick.

"Bah!" He spit out the blood and cursed in disgust: "A mortal!"

In other words, you have to find a strong person to be the captain... The black robe is unhappy, and he pursed his mouth and waved at random, turned and slowly retreated into the dark fog. A golden flame instantly ignited on Captain Quirrell's body behind him, and soon swallowed the body.

The sudden fire that broke out in the old warehouse building seemed to be getting worse. The guards on duty in front of the hotel gate were attracted by the fire and rushed to rescue with spray. At the back door of the hotel, the two guards who stayed on guard were chatting with each other in the glass booth. Suddenly, a hurried figure walked from a distance. The two hurriedly stood and looked at it. It turned out to be the captain of the guard, Quill.

"Captain!" The sentry hurried out of the guard box to salute him, but they saw Quirrell cursing at them angrily: "Damn! Why don't you go to the front to put out the fire? It's almost burning to the hotel, you still have the mood here. Small talk?"

The two looked at each other in surprise, and replied a little aggrieved, "Captain, didn't you tell us to stay behind?"

"...Have I said this before?" Captain Quirrell pulled his mouth a little awkwardly, and shouted again with a calm face, "The situation is urgent now, you all bring the spray to help!"

"Then...who will stand guard for us?"

"I'll help you watch!"

"Captain, isn't it time for you to change the guard?" the sentry asked strangely.

"Uh..." Captain Quirrell pursed his mouth for a moment, then suddenly opened his eyes and shouted forward: "Mrs. Lowina! What are you doing here so late?"

The two guards immediately turned their heads to look at it, but only felt a tingling pain at the back of their necks, and an extremely cold chill instantly swept through their bodies, and then they knew nothing. Captain Qiluo stepped forward and carefully took out the slender poisonous needle from the necks of the two of them, stuffed it back into the sleeve on the right wrist, and then turned one of them over and looked at it carefully, and finally nodded and touched his face. There was a faint divine power fluctuation, and his face instantly changed to the appearance of the guard on the ground, looking exactly the same.

The pretender habitually rubbed his cheeks, and grinned triumphantly, and gave a chuckle: "It's a dead brain! Tell you not to go astray and waste my two precious needles!"

He watched the two corpses curl their mouths in disdain, and waved behind him again. Several figures in guard uniforms emerged from their hiding places outside the door. They skillfully pulled the corpse into the hidden bushes and covered them, and stood in a row at the door, all with their heads down and the guard caps low, and they couldn't see their faces even in the light.

The pretender successfully completed the task and walked to the guard box with some contentment. He stretched out his hand and took out a cigarette just about to light it. Suddenly, Saiker's figure appeared on the glass window like a ghost. He hurriedly pinched the match and hurriedly hid the cigarette behind him.

At this moment, the blue-haired boy was wearing a tight-fitting night gown with a pair of black goggles on his forehead, and his pair of blue pupils turned into a terrifying silver-white color, exuding a strange light. He squinted at the pretender but said nothing, looked up and flashed into the back door like a ghost.

Inside the door is a slightly narrow corridor, the smooth marble floor is clean and translucent, and a small crystal chandelier hangs above the head, shining brightly everywhere. There are several utility rooms on both sides. At the moment, the doors are wide open and unguarded. At the end of the corridor, in the middle of the small living room is the spiral staircase that goes upstairs. It was almost 12 o'clock in the evening, and there was no one in the aisle quietly, spreading the cold atmosphere as usual.

Saiker dodges the door like an arrow, then turns and hides into the utility room filled with wooden shelves. He turned off the white hanging light in the room and waited for a while in the shadow on the wall. He only heard regular footsteps coming from outside. It should be the patrol guard of the hotel that was slowly walking by. He counted in silence, and when the sound of footsteps faded away, as soon as he wanted to leave, Virut's weird, slightly echoing tone sounded in his mind: "Don't move."

Isn't it okay... Saiker murmured secretly, leaning back to the wall and continuing to listen to the sound transmission in his mind, "There are four demon puppets left in front. They will listen to my instructions for a while and go straight upstairs after interference."

"I know." The Shadow Assassin also replied lazily in his mind.

This mysterious dialogue was obviously given by the spiritual law of the grey-robed monk. In the command room at the top of the old building, Virut is sitting at the shabby low table in the middle of the room. His brows are clenched into a ball, and his hands are clasped on the table. The original red pupils now also exude a strong silver spirit. Light, awe-inspiring prestige makes people afraid to look directly.

The demon bee on the side also wrinkled her eyebrows tightly, and her eyes became countless small grids again, and all kinds of fluorescence flashed rapidly in the grids. Perhaps because of the divine power lasting for too long, the demon bee's forehead began to show fine sweat, looking slightly tired. But the grey-robed man, Ku Rong, was nowhere to be seen at this time, presumably he had retired.

"The change of defense is about to end... be ready at any time." Virut poured all his energy into the image in his mind. After a moment of silence, he suddenly turned his head and asked the demon bee, "How long is there?"

The seductive woman didn't immediately answer, her eyes flashed faster, and sweat began to drip on her forehead. After a while, she suddenly screamed: "Alright!"

"Go!" Almost at the same time, Virut also issued instructions in his mind.

Saiker immediately jumped out of the room, his right foot swept across the passage like a swallow, and his hands quickly threw a golden marble to the four magic puppets in front. The sudden change made the puppets too late to react. As soon as the ball hit the iron shell, it burst and flashed a flash of lightning. The mechanical guards were held in place and could not move. Not long after the energy system was interrupted, they all dropped their heads.

Taking this opportunity, the Shadow Assassin flew past the puppets and went straight up the spiral staircase to the second floor. He paused at the top of the stairs and hid in the side of the vacant door like lightning. With black divine power floating around Sekor's body, the shadows shining from the lights instantly dissipated into light fog, and slipped into the room through the door. In the next second, two patrol guards appeared at the corner of the corridor on the second floor. They looked around vigilantly, and when they found nothing unusual, they continued to walk forward talking and laughing.

In the small living room on the ground floor of the hotel, the magic puppet soldiers finally connected to energy again due to the disappearance of the effect of the resistance bomb. They lifted their square black heads and rotated around to look around. After confirming that there was nothing abnormal, they calmed down again.

In this quiet little room, four iron-clad soldiers stood on both sides of the spiral staircase like sculptures, and the blue crystal eyes emitted a gloomy light, closely monitoring the surroundings. However, in a hidden corner of the roof, a small slender bee was stopping. It turned its head and stared at the demon puppets, and a little purple light flashed in its large compound eyes.