The rain outside the window started to fall again, and the rain hit the glass. Han Yan walked to the window and carefully investigated the surrounding situation. After he concluded that there was no one else, he pulled down the curtains.

Cheng Zhijun took an oily pen and drew a short map of the imperial capital on the whiteboard, clearly indicating several landmark buildings. Then, he drew a triangle above the Forbidden City and a second triangle at the northwest corner. He wrote three words near the triangle: Yanqing District.

"On average, there will be a black tower on every 10,000 square kilometers of land. One gong of the imperial capital has two black towers, one next to the Forbidden City, and the other in the Xishuofang and Yanqing District of the imperial capital." Cheng Zhijun said, "We have just arrived at the Seventh Ring Road of the Imperial Capital, in Daxing District, very southern. My home is next to the Forbidden City, and Xiaosheng's home lives in Dongcheng District. I had been to his house five months ago, but I didn't see anyone, so I didn't carefully search. Today, our destination is here." As he said that, Cheng Zhijun drew a small circle at a certain position in Dongcheng District.

Before the Earth was launched, Han Yan had seen it on TV. The black tower in the imperial capital stood directly above the Forbidden City. The imperial capital area exceeded 10,000 square kilometers, so there were two black towers in this city.

Han Yan's eyes gathered on the small circle that Cheng Zhijun casually drew.

Cheng Wensheng couldn't help but say, "Since the one who chose the organization wants to kill Brother Tom, we may not go to the city. Their base camp is in Yeyang District and is very close to Dongcheng District. And I believe that if my parents are still alive, they will take the initiative to find Old Age when they hear the old name. If it doesn't work, there will be no news for so long. Therefore, we don't have to enter the imperial capital."

Cheng Zhijun lowered his head and looked at the child: "Don't you go to your house to see?"

Cheng Wensheng shook his head: "No, after so long, I know that my parents are probably gone."

Before, the child followed Cheng Zhijun and Han Yan back to the imperial capital. In addition to the fact that he was more likely to take care of each other with his relatives, he also wanted to go home to see him. Cheng Zhijun was very hurrying when he went to his house and had no careful search for clues in the house. He didn't go and take a look at him personally, but he always kept thinking about it. Just like Han Yan, even though he knew that his close friends were probably gone, he might have arrived at the imperial capital from all over the world and explored the other party.

The election of the emperor is a very powerful structure. Now they want to kill Han Yan, no matter what the reason is, the imperial capital is very dangerous.

The whiteboard at the gas station originally wrote about daily oil prices and other information. Since Cheng Zhijun wanted to use the whiteboard, Cheng heard the sound and took the wipe to clean the words on his head. Now that the whiteboard is not enough, the child picked up the wipe and wiped the whiteboard first. Han Yan's eyes stopped on the child's quiet back. After a while, he said, "We may enter the imperial capital."

Cheng Wensheng paused his figure, and he quickly turned his head and said in surprise: "The old man said that the God-Choose structure has been developing rapidly in these four months. Their heads and even passed the difficult mode of the second floor of the Black Tower." They were very strong.

Han Yan looked at Cheng Wensheng seriously: "Not only do you want to find relatives and determine their place. I also want to find my friends. This is because I came to the imperial capital. And since they can come here to snipe me, they have a way to determine my status information. They can find me wherever I go. But they are not completely prevailing, at least they don't know that my teammate is Cheng Zhijun." After a pause, Han Yan added: "Well, Cheng Wensheng is another one."

Four months ago, Cheng Zhijun competed with the head-level team of the Tianxuan structure, and the other party did not ask for a cheap price. If they knew that the person they were going to kill this time had Cheng Zhijun, they would definitely not send four people to snipe like this. These four smugglers had a way to escape (retracing the time ability) and also had the power to leave safely, but this was based on the premise that Han Yan was the only one who they wanted to kill. If they knew that Han Yan's teammate was Cheng Zhijun, they would definitely not start working.

Since they decided not to leave the imperial capital and continue to enter the city, the three of them first discussed the route to the imperial capital.

"Chaoyang District is their base camp, we will not go around. Enter from the west and go to Dongcheng District."

Cheng Zhijun's depressed magnetic sound echoed gently in the gas station.

The sky gradually became dark, and when the heavy rain stopped completely, it was already night. My friends decided to sail again the next day. Brother Cheng took a few empty mineral water bottles and quietly ran to a wall to fill the water. Cheng Zhijun was thinking about what he had encountered after entering the imperial capital. He lowered his head and looked at the earth. Suddenly, the current light was dim. He raised the first thing.

Han Yan stood in front of him, put his right hand in his pocket, rubbing the blood-colored gem in his pocket.

Cheng Zhijun raised his eyebrows: "I'm going out and there's something wrong." He said with a certain tone, and a hint of undetectable smile was assimilated in his voice.

Han Yan was touching the ruby ​​and wondering how to tell Cheng Zhijun what to do next. After hearing this, he said: "..."

After a while, Han Yan calmly said, "Go out together."

Cheng Zhijun: "?"

"…I have something to tell you."

After a brief surprise, Cheng Zhijun curled his lips. The two left the gas station together. They entered a small stack behind the gas station.

This seems to be a room where destruction is stored, only about a dozen square meters in size. It is full of all kinds of debris, leaving only a space of less than two square meters to stand. A narrow window is embedded in the wall, and the bright moonlight shines through the window, illuminating a white spot on the ground.

Cheng Zhijun looked at Han Yan: "What's the matter?"

Han Yan bluntly said: "What are you going back to the imperial capital... for?"

Cheng Zhijun was silent and silenced: "Explore clues about the Black Tower."

Han Yan had long speculated about this. After three months of promising, he went to the Demon City from the imperial capital and traveled thousands of miles. He couldn't do it just to see the scenery. After he arrived at the Demon City, he only did one thing: he found the Atak structure, fed Fan Zi, and exchanged a little information.

Han Yan stood outside the door when they exchanged. Although he didn't hear their speech, he knew that Cheng Zhijun's purpose in coming to the Demon City was to solve the mystery of the Black Tower.

"Four months ago, I found an email in the Black Tower Research Institute in the Imperial Capital. At 10 o'clock on the night of November 17, the Demon Capital Research Institute sent an email, saying that they had discovered four strange patients. All of these four sides were too fast, their emotions were irritable, and even self-harm and hurt people." Cheng Zhijun looked at Han Yan, "The Demon Capital Research Institute's research on the Black Tower is deeper than that in the Imperial Capital. Many materials in the Imperial Capital were sent from the Demon Capital. Therefore, I decided to go to the Demon Capital to explore clues."

Originally, it was because of an email that he went to the Demon City. Han Yan asked, "Then why do you want to go back to the Imperial City now?"

"Dr. Luo has reported all the information he knows to me. There is basically nothing important. You know a few information about the joints. But he also said another important thing... After the 15th, the White House sent a secret email to the imperial capital. On the 17th, the two researchers arrived at the imperial capital and the two sides held information sharing. The degree of concealment of this information was too high, and even Fan Zitai could not check it. But he knew the place where the two researchers lived after they arrived at the imperial capital."

Han Yan immediately knew: "So you came to find this clue?"

Cheng Zhijun did not reply. He turned around, looked through the cramped small door, and looked at the dark giant tower in the distance.

"On the 17th, I was included in a senior meeting. I am very sure that the national senior management did not know the information brought by the researcher. At least before that meeting, the information was not reported to the country. There are only two possible aspects. One is that these information is a fault and has no cost, so there is no need to report it. The second is that these information is very important, and the research institute dares not report it arbitrarily, and they need to verify and confirm it."

"No matter what the reason... I have to confirm."

Cheng Zhijun expressed his purpose for returning to the imperial capital with a clear and clear spirit. Even standing in this cramped and crowded stack, his waist was straight, standing like a pine tree, and every word was loud and loud. His eyes were firm and simple, and he looked at the black tower in the distance. Suddenly, he returned to his sight, and Han Yan met his sight in panic.

Both of them were stunned.

The next moment, Han Yan turned to the topic: "The Selected Structure can be regarded as my enemy today. They are very strong and can pass the second floor of the Black Tower, and their strength is not enough to underestimate them. I don't know why they are coming to snipe me, nor why the Black Tower is providing them with information. Perhaps this is a mission given to them by the Black Tower. In a very good situation, only if these four smugglers want to assassinate me, it doesn't matter if the Selected Structure is. In a very bad situation, it is because the Selected Structure wants to kill me, and they can always know my coordinate information. No matter where they escape, it is useless."

Of course, Han Yan said these words, not righteously. He wanted to leave with Cheng Zhijun. Cheng heard the sound and did not implicate them. Since he recognized him as a teammate, Han Yan would not abandon every companion casually. He believed that Cheng Zhijun was the same, and he could not abandon his teammate because of Tianxuan's assassination.

Cheng Zhijun knew the meaning of Han Yan. He looked at Han Yan with deep eyes, waiting for his next words.

Han Yan gritted his teeth, and a complicated and embarrassing feeling surged in his heart. Afterwards, he made up his mind and looked at Cheng Zhijun seriously: "From the waste brush game to the present, I have not seen your superpowers in succession. Cheng... Major, let's officially check your superpowers today. I have a clear understanding of your superpowers, knowing the effects and limitations of superpowers, which is more helpful for the choice of God. I can also copy and apply your superpowers to strengthen my strength."

Cheng Zhijun didn't expect that Han Yan pulled him to the small black room for this. He was surprised for a moment and stretched out his hand with a faint smile: "Well, it's time to see the truth and what kind of supernatural powers are there."

Unexpectedly, his hand was stretched in mid-air, and Han Yan didn't take it. Time had only two seconds passed, but Cheng Zhijun had already discovered this strange phenomenon with keenness. He frowned and was about to speak, but Han Yan suddenly stretched out his hand and quickly touched... his cheek.

Cheng Zhijun froze all over his face, his eyes widened, and his smile froze at the corners of his mouth.

Han Yan had never seen this man's horrifying expression. Seeing the other party's astonished expression, Han Yan suddenly felt much calmer.

Originally, this one-sided mind is not as big as guessing the real application of private rental power.

Thinking of this, Han Yan raised his lips and his voice was quiet: "Well... this time I touched my face."

Cheng Zhijun: “…?!!!”

In the dark and cramped small stack, Cheng Zhijun leaned against the wall and looked down at the young man in front of him. His eyes were slightly opened, and a cold hand was stroking his right face. A trace of evening breeze blew into the crack of the door beside them, blowing away the broken hair in front of Han Yan's forehead.

Han Yan had never seen such an expression on Cheng Zhijun's face. He was shocked and terrified, and seemed to be assimilating a trace of unrepentant feelings. Cheng Zhijun's eyes were complicated and his eyes made Han Yan froze when he touched the other party's Pang's hand. But then he calmed down.

Han Yan commented: "The ability of the female smuggler is not a brief body touch. If the place you touch is closer, the more you will get the other party's ability. Therefore, when I was fighting with her, she touched my face and neck one after another. These two places are much closer than hands."

Yes, touching the face is a need for supernatural powers. Can he speak up righteously?

Cheng Zhijun: "She touched your face and neck?" During the fight before, Cheng Zhijun fought with another smuggler one after another, but did not notice the situation here in Han Yan.

Han Yan didn't think too much: "Yes."

Cheng Zhijun narrowed his eyes.

"Will the time to obtain superpowers be shortened if you touch a close part?"

Han Yan: "Yes."

Cheng Zhijun didn't say anything, but he looked at Han Yan with a strange look: Is there really such a supernatural ability?

Han Yan: “…”

"It's really like this!"

Han Yan almost hoped to take out the superpower book for the other party to read, but his wisdom made him quickly resist this motivation.

Cheng Zhijun laughed softly and didn't say anything.

The two stood quietly in the stack, their hands sticking to their faces.

Unlike Cheng Zhijun, Han Yan's hands were very cold. It was probably because it was raining before, and it was a little raining on the surface, and there was a hint of cold water vapor in his palm. It took Han Yan a certain amount of courage to touch Cheng Zhijun's face. But after formally touching it, it seemed that it was nothing big.

They are all faces, and there is no difference between touching Cheng Zhijun's face and touching his own face.

Han Yan's left hand was firmly pressed against Cheng Zhijun's face, and he thought to himself.

After maintaining this posture, Han Yan slowly frowned after touching it for five minutes. He thought, "It seems that it is not fast enough." As he said that, he raised his other hand and placed it on Cheng Zhijun's other wall face. As soon as he put his hand on, he was stunned and discovered something was wrong. Wait, this posture...

Han Yan looked at Shaoyan and subconsciously used both hands to squeeze in the middle.

Cheng Zhijun pouted.

Han Yan laughed directly.

Cheng Zhijun: “…”

Han Yan discovered that he had just played, so he let go quickly. He really couldn't blame him. When he held Cheng Zhijun's face with both hands, he couldn't help but want to make a face-squeeze expression. This posture was really suitable for face-squeezing. Cheng Zhijun happened to look down at him with his head down, looking like "I really want to be pinched."

After laughing, Han Yan calmly said, "Sorry."

"Nothing."

Han Yan coughed, and before he could speak, he heard a depressed voice sounding softly: "How old are you in 2019?"

Han Yanhui first said: "Twenty-three. What's wrong?"

Cheng Zhijun nodded: "Originally, he is three years younger than me."

Han Yan didn't know why the other party said this suddenly, but he thought for a while and suddenly realized:... This is saying that he is childish! When he looked up again, Cheng Zhijun's dark eyes were filled with smiles, and he looked at him calmly. The tacit understanding of extreme synchronization allowed Han Yan to perfectly cooperate with Cheng Zhijun every time in the game. The tacit understanding of extreme synchronization is also reported to Han Yan today, and this man is saying that he is childish.

Han Yan originally wanted to argue, but thought carefully: he seemed to be a little naive just now.

Through this, the rigid air between the two was much more relaxed.

Han Yan held Cheng Zhijun's face in both hands, waiting for the discovery of the supernatural effect. But time passed by minute by minute, and after another five minutes, he might not be able to detect Cheng Zhijun's supernatural ability.

It seems that Cheng Zhijun's superpowers are even stronger than he imagined.

Han Yan: "It's probably time to touch it for a while. The female smuggler probably touched me for a long time before gaining my superpowers. But her superpowers are the original version, and this is the copy version. The effect and premise will be more harsh than her, so the time will be longer. And your superpowers should be very strong. The bigger the superpowers, the harder they are to peek."

"Can you touch more places?"

Han Yan did not give up for the feedback temporarily. He followed his words: "Of course, your ability to grow is a merit..." The voice suddenly stopped. Han Yan raised his head in horror and opened his eyes wide: "Touch more places?!"

Cheng Zhijun was calm, but the corners of his mouth were raised quietly: "Touching close parts will shorten the time to obtain superpowers." He analyzed reasonably and well-foundedly: "Touching the face is closer than touching the hand, so the time will shorten. Then...what if touching the part closer than the face?"

Han Yan: “…”

"I don't mind you touching more places." After a pause, Cheng Zhijun added: "In order to gain superpowers."

Han Yan: "…Okay."
Chapter completed!