"Do you know that person just now...do you know?" Sitting in the car, Chuchun couldn't help asking in a low voice, a hint of horror flashing in her eyes, "The feeling he gave me... is so cold, so terrible..." Of course, she said the last sentence silently in her heart.

Harusheng Mushan was silent. She didn't know who the white eagle-faced figure was just now. Not only did she know her plan, but she even knew her current abilities. This made her feel that everything was seen through in her heart.

Does that person... have anything to do with urban legends? Chuchun murmured in her heart, and couldn't help but recall the website he had carefully watched in that cafe. It seemed that there was also that figure in urban legends...

"It is said that at night, there will be a white eagle-faced man in a black robe who will accept commissions in the school city and be a hero. Isn't that cool?"

Zuotian's voice, appearance and smile were still echoing in his mind, which made Zuotian's heart hurt slightly.

At this time, Zuotian was still lying in the hospital...

"What is Fantasy Masahira?" Chukra looked at Harutoki Kiyama, "What will it do to those people?"

"'Calculation Device'." Harutoki Kiyama said lightly, but Hakura was stunned.

"That's...what?"

"Use the aim force field as a medium to build the Internet," Mushan Haruto sighed lightly, "It is processed by the plural human brain division of labor to perform difficult operations. In fact... I have never planned to do anything to them."

"Why?" Chuchun was suddenly stunned. She didn't know anything about the Internet before, and she never thought that Harutoki Kiyama would use the "Fantasy Master" whom she thought could improve her abilities to do such things.

"To do a certain calculation." Harusheng Muyama sighed tiredly while driving, "For this reason, I have proposed to borrow the 'tree diagram designer' many times, but for some reason," when he said "for some reason", Harusheng Muyama's mouth showed a sarcastic smile, "It has been rejected, but in desperation, I came up with this bad plan."

"'Tree diagram designer'?" Chuchun was completely stunned.

"I'll probably get about 10,000 people." Mushan Harusheng said lightly, "I think it should be enough to replace the 'tree-shaped diagram designer'?" As she said that, she took out a U-dish from her skirt's pocket, which was the one that was thrown back by the Qing Palace and handed it to Chuchun.

"What is this?" Chuchun took the U disk and looked at Harusheng Mushan with some confusion.

For some reason, she suddenly felt a little scarred by the previous fear of the woman who had been confused, although it was just a little scar.

"This is the treatment procedure to uninstall the 'Fantasy Hand'." Harutoki Muyama took a deep breath, stepped on the accelerator with his feet. The royal blue sports car was flying on the viaduct like a flash of lightning, "Put it there."

Although I have copied that figure and thought that if I never return this program, I will solve this problem in my own way after completing the calculation.

Although there are still such procedures in my laboratory, I may not have the chance to return to the laboratory again.

But for those sleeping kids, it's all worth it!

Suddenly, a soft chirping sounded from the navigation of the car.

Harusheng's office of Muyama.

"Yes, I didn't find Harusheng Muyama." After carefully searching Harusheng Muyama's office with my colleagues, a middle-aged security guard called the phone. Perhaps some order was issued on the phone. The middle-aged security guard nodded repeatedly.

"I understand, do you want to seize all the information?" The middle-aged security guard agreed and pressed the computer's turn-on button, but for a moment, he suddenly became shocked.

A large number of machine languages ​​flashed across the entire computer screen, and countless 0s and 1s flashed like flowing water on the screen, and disappeared the next moment. Then, a warning window popped up on the computer, flashing with a heart-shaking red.

"Oh no!" The middle-aged security guard's forehead suddenly felt cold sweat.

"Has it been discovered?" Looking at the red alarm popping up in the navigation window, Mushan Haruto said lightly, and the bleak look between his eyebrows couldn't help but become stronger.

"However, if the computer does not turn on the computer in the prescribed order, the computer will automatically start the protection device." Muyama Haruto sighed, "Now, all the information of Fantasy Masahiro should have been automatically destroyed by the machine. In other words," she turned her head and looked at Chuchun seriously. "The only way to awaken them is the only information in your hand."

"Ah!" Chuchun was suddenly shocked.

"However, it seems that there is still that guy." Mushan Harusheng thought of the mysterious figure and couldn't help but feel a little moved in his heart.

The person who can do that level does not seem to be level 4, but if he is a superpower, there are only eight superpowers in the school city. The only two I know are probably chasing me desperately? By the way, that young man seems to be level outside the mysterious system                     5?

Then, the identity of this man in black is worth pondering.

"It seems that we need to speed up." Mushan Harusheng murmured, then stepped on the accelerator under his feet, and the royal blue sports car suddenly whispered again, and then suddenly accelerated the speed again. However, this time it was not far away, Mushan Harusheng braked suddenly, and the car drew a semicircle on the ground and stopped directly.

In the distance, a row of figures wearing ink blue brake armor were quietly holding explosion-proof shields, blocking the road like a wall.

"Is it Haruho Kiyama?" In the distance, a heroic woman with a black ponytail was standing among the crowd, shouting in the direction of Haruho Kiyama, "Stop now!"

If the Qing Palace was there, he would find that this heroic woman was no one else, but a close friend of his class teacher Yue Yong Xiaomeng, the class teacher next door, and the physical education teacher of his class, Huang Quanchuan Aisui.

This woman with a cheerful personality that matches her hot figure but a gentle heart that does not match her rude behavior is the captain of the Sec. School District Branch of the Security Officer. She is known as the 'a ability to easily place it at level 3 with an explosion-proof shield'. At the same time, she also has a strong sense of responsibility and is one of the people admired by the Qing Palace.

"Are you a guard?" Harutoki Muyama leaned on the steering wheel with a slight headache. "They will only come so quickly when there is a command from their superiors, right? Haha, it seems that the trouble is a bit big this time."

"What are you going to do now?" Chuchun looked at Harusheng Mushan quietly, "Are you planning to surrender?"

"I said that the purpose of using Fantasy Majesty is just for calculation." Harutoki Kiyama slowly shook his head, "Of course, if the person who hinders my calculation, I will not allow it." After that, she "clicked" and pushed open the car door and walked down slowly.

"In addition to being able to achieve the function of calculation, people who have used Fantasy Hand also have an interesting side effect." Harutoki Muyama stood quietly in front of the car, looking at the row of guard robots nearing and the guards behind him, and whispered, "Let's let you see this time." As he said, Harutoki Muyama slowly closed his eyes.

The next moment, when she suddenly opened her eyes again, her originally dark eyes turned blood red!

......

"How is it, Qin Ya." Qing Gong leaned against the bottom of the viaduct, and the white eagle mask on his face had been taken off at some point. At this moment, he was standing quietly under the bridge, looking at the tiny figure on the bridge in the distance, and sighed.

"It can be matched, it is indeed the 'Fantasy Master' and his information program." Yunchuan Qinya's voice came from the headphones, "However, it is not the right time for verification."

"That's right." Qing Gong sighed, "Now, I really don't have the time to slowly analyze this kind of thing." As he said that, he raised his head, looked at the blue arcs flashing across the power lines in the distance, and smiled helplessly.

"Don't use the identity of "Don't Kill the Owl for the time being." He murmured, took off his black robe and turned it over. It was actually white inside. Looking closely, it was the white long windbreaker that the Qing Palace often wore outside the school uniform.

He shook his windbreaker gently, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of Qing Gong's mouth, then his clothes were raised back and put on the boy's shoulders again.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!