Darkness is Coming

   After one hour and forty minutes of flight, the Gulfstream G150 flying from Nandu to Shangjing landed at Shangjing Capital Airport.

  The crew consisted of only two pilots and a flight attendant, who went to the lounge immediately after disembarking, while the two distinguished passengers met an unexpected pick-up shortly after disembarking.

  The people who came to pick up the plane were a group of prudent men with meticulous suits and ties, and their every move was filled with palpitating chills.

   When the team leader saw Yang Xiaoqian, he was holding his work card in his hand, with a black background, a golden national emblem, the words of the 19th inning, and a bronzing pattern that ordinary people could not see.

   The reason why this team needs to show their work documents to prove their identities is because they are all raw faces that Yang Xiaoqian has never seen before.

   After getting into the pick-up car, Yu Qian saw the clue from Yang Xiaoqian's face and asked, "You didn't notify the Nineteenth Bureau?"

"No, I don't think you have either. It stands to reason that no one else knows our itinerary. But, Liu Yuanzhou." Yang Xiaoqian gave Yu Qian a look, meaning: You know, he can count us coming, a little Not surprisingly.

   Yu Qian nodded and asked again, "Have you never met any of these people?"

  Yang Xiaoqian closed his eyes and thought about it for a while, then shook his head, this team had indeed never met before.

   "They should not be from Yuanjiang. Since I have no impression of them at all, then they are either new recruits from the 19th Bureau expansion, or they are in charge of the secret department... Judging from their documents, it should be the latter."

   "Just don't be fake." Yu Qian joked, "I'm afraid that the car will blow us up halfway in a while, uh, wait, I don't seem to be very afraid."

   What an embarrassing joke, Yang Xiaoqian smiled without saying a word, and made no comments.

  Since the documents are real, people cannot be fake. Yang Xiaoqian doesn't think that someone can hold the certificate of the 19th Bureau, wander around the boundary of Shangjing, and pretend to be a member of the 19th Bureau under Liu Yuanzhou's nose.

However, the 19th Bureau has always pursued the principle of “prefer not to be inappropriate”, and the entry review is extremely strict. In contrast, the political review and background investigation of the general administrative department are just playing tricks. Among ordinary people without superpowers, elites who choose one in a hundred or even one in ten thousand can pass. With such strict screening, how could such a streamlined authority have an extra group of people out of thin air?

Yang Xiaoqian is the person who has dealt with the most frequently in the 19th Bureau. He has some knowledge about the various division-level units and subordinate administrative organs of the 19th Bureau, but he is completely unfamiliar with the group of people who picked up the plane today. The only explanation Yang Xiaoqian can think of is that , they have never appeared in their sight before, and they have no right to know before.

   What does this mean? Although Yang Xiaoqian does not work in the 19th Bureau or the Change Control Center, he has a very high level of knowledge in both departments. In a necessary emergency, he can even take over the command and take over the command. If a subordinate unit or branch in the 19th Bureau The department didn't even have the right to know its existence, so it is conceivable how high its level of secrecy is.

   "I guess we won't go to the office building of the 19th Bureau this time, otherwise we don't have to let them pick up the plane." Yang Xiaoqian smiled with satisfaction, "It seems that today, Liu Yuanzhou is finally willing to give us an explanation."

   Yang Xiaoqian guessed right, the special car with the special pass was not heading to the office building of the 19th Bureau, but to the suburbs of Shangjing.

No one told the destination of the trip. The staff of the 19th Bureau who picked up the plane looked like robots. No one said a word. After the driver and co-pilot got into the car, they closed the sound insulation board. Yang Xiaoqian could only talk to Yu Qian. Continue the boring conversation. The content of the conversation is all trivial content without nutrition. After all, this is the special car of the 19th Bureau and not Yu Qian's special plane. It is probably equipped with recording equipment. It is inappropriate to talk about some sensitive and important topics here.

From the changing scene outside the car window, it can be seen that the driver is taking a carefully planned route, and it is likely that it is constantly adjusted according to the real-time road conditions. There were no traffic jams or traffic lights.

   It is not an exaggeration to say that the speed of the car can be kept constant in the area of ​​Shangjing.

   Or, is this an imperceptible supernatural phenomenon?

Yang Xiaoqian lowered his head and thought for a while. To do this, he must be informed of the traffic conditions in most areas of Shangjing in time, and quickly calculate a reasonable route based on the ever-changing information. Knowing the traffic conditions near the vehicle's route is not enough, because a section of Traffic jams are not only related to nearby road conditions. A car accident on one street may cause traffic jams on another street after a period of time. As a feedback, changes in the road conditions of the other street will have an impact on the street where the accident vehicle has been removed and resumed. This arithmetic is one plus one greater than The number of powers of two, and the complexity of the traffic situation in Shanghai is about the eleventh power of two. In addition, the time of traffic lights and the amount of traffic will have an impact. This amount of information is so huge that it can make the brains of ordinary people with normal brain capacity explode. Not to mention, this information is changing every second.

   Liu Yuanzhou has this computing ability, but Yang Xiaoqian believes that he will not be so bored that he will use his superpower to do such a thing. If it is to save time, he can send a helicopter.

"There is no deceleration, no acceleration, no braking, except for turning, this car has been moving at the same speed." Yu Qian also found this, and he was amazed, "This is more powerful than the ban on all social vehicles in Beijing, Liu Yuanzhou. When did you get into the habit of putting on a show?"

   Listening to the meaning of this sentence, Yu Qian also thought that Liu Yuanzhou did not send a helicopter but a special car, which had ulterior motives.

   But Yang Xiaoqian's opinion is slightly different from Yu Qian's. That's not Liu Yuanzhou's style.

   Since he did not choose to use a helicopter as a means of transportation, but sent a special car with a relatively longer duration, is it implying anything?

   An hour later, the special car slowed down and entered a seemingly unremarkable gate, and stopped at a parking space in the underground parking lot.

  The driver and the co-pilot each opened a door and made a respectful gesture of invitation.

   Yang Xiaoqian and Yu Qian looked at each other, stepped out of the car door, and followed the driver deeper into the underground parking lot.

The surrounding environment is the same as that of an ordinary underground parking lot, but the silence is full of strangeness. It is not the kind of third-rate horror film that deliberately creates a sense of horror, but a ubiquitous sense of crisis, which makes people sweaty and faint. It was as if there were very fine needles stuck in the pores.

   When he was halfway through, a childish voice came from the end of the passage.

   "President Yang, Speaker Yu, welcome to Zero One Base."