Night’s Nomenclature

Night gradually fell, and the autumn wind blew past the Wangcheng Bridge. Qingchen stretched his body while running, and the wind blew his clothes back.

Maybe his mood was different, he felt like...

The shackles imposed on him by his family and environment are slowly being lifted.

Qingchen ran faster and faster.

Occasionally, pedestrians on the bridge would look back at him, and everyone could feel this inexplicable youthful atmosphere, impulsive and rich.

Yinrun Central Garden is one of the communities with the highest average price in Los Angeles and is also a well-known wealthy area.

Therefore, it was not surprising to Qingchen that Huang Jixian lived here as the second generation of rich people.

The property security here is relatively strict, and you need to swipe your card in and out.

Qingchen walked around to the back door to see if there was any way to get in.

However, before he could figure out how to get in, he saw six men in black suits walking out of the path at the back door of the community.

Those people's waists were straight and they looked like bayonets, as sharp as any.

During the walk, the six people always kept the same pace. The time they took to lift their feet and the distance they took seemed to be measured by someone with a ruler.

Wait, Qingchen was stunned because he saw that among these six people there was actually a young man... Huang Jixian!

At this time, Huang Jixian looked confused and kept mumbling incomprehensible words, prison, machinery, monsters...

I saw them quickly boarding two black off-road vehicles outside the back door. One of them seemed to feel something and turned to look at Qingchen from the passenger seat.

Qingchen immediately turned his head and started playing with his phone as if nothing had happened.

The other party didn't seem to pay much attention to him, and the two black off-road vehicles sped away in the night.

Qingchen, on the other hand, stood blankly outside the community gate, looking at his phone without saying a word.

Who are those people?

Why was Huang Jixian taken away?

Could it be because of the other person’s status as a time traveler?

It must be because of this, Qingchen doesn't believe in coincidences.

He turned around and went home.

Along the way, he thought about the identity of the man in black, but gradually, he realized that something was wrong.

A young man wearing a black sweatshirt followed him silently for five blocks.

There was an inexplicable sense of familiarity... He had seen each other before.

In an instant, Qingchen felt that all the muscles in his body were tense, and the invisible pressure was eroding his sense of security.

It was like being stared at by a wild beast.

He recalled that when he met the man in black at the back door of the Central Garden Community, the man in black was looking at his phone not far away, but when he was looking at his phone, his finger never slid across the screen.

Qingchen couldn't analyze everything he saw every minute, that would be too energy-consuming, but he could extract memories.

Thinking of this, Qingchen pretended to pick up the phone casually, then stopped and lowered his head to make a call: "Hey, I'll go home for dinner later..."

The peaked cap hid his cheeks in shadow.

The young man in black hoodie kept walking past him after he stopped.

Qingchen's peripheral vision locked onto the other party, but the other party never looked back.

This made Qingchen a little confused. At a certain moment, he even wondered if he was being too preoccupied?

On the busy street, the man in black sweatshirt quickly disappeared. He hung up the phone and continued walking forward.

Fortunately, he changed out of his school uniform and put on his hat when he got home, otherwise the other party would have known that he was a student of Luocheng Foreign Languages ​​School just by looking at his uniform.

At this time, before Qingchen could relax, he discovered at the traffic light at the next intersection that another familiar face appeared in the crowd waiting for the traffic light next to him.

He had seen it at the main entrance of the Central Garden Community.

Not a coincidence.

It's cross tracking.

Each person responsible for tracking only follows a certain distance, and each person must ensure that he or she is not discovered like a passerby. If the target stops, the person following will continue to walk forward as if nothing has happened, and other members will take over from behind. Come up.

This is one of the safest tracking methods.

Qingchen was very grateful that he had read a lot of useful or useless miscellaneous books.

He finally understood that when the man on the off-road vehicle looked at him, he was being targeted.

There were more than six of them, and some were hiding in the dark.

Is this some kind of secret organization that is so well-trained and pays so much attention to matters related to time travellers?

Qingchen suddenly felt that he might not be the first batch of time travellers, but maybe the second or even the third batch.

Otherwise, even if someone learns about the time traveler today, they will not be able to respond quickly today.

These people come prepared.

The boy's black pupils were thick and deep, and he was faced with the night runners on the sidewalk, the uncles selling candied haws at a roadside stall, the slim women in high heels, and the changing light and shadow cast by the yellow street lamps beside him.

He wrote down every detail and reminded himself that he couldn't make any mistakes.

There are still 12 seconds until the traffic light turns green.

The man in black who passed by him before was probably already taking a detour back behind him, preparing for the next cross-tracking.

Calculated based on the distance of Wangchunmen Street, Zhenghe Road, and Kaiyuan Avenue that the other party wants to detour, if calculated based on the running speed of an adult, it will take up to ten minutes.

If you want to escape tracking...

That's now.

When the light turned green, the man who was following him raised his feet to cross the road, but Qingchen suddenly turned around and walked away.

The stalker continued to cross the road as if nothing had happened, and whispered: "The target person did not cross the road. He turned back. How long do you have to get in position."

It looks like he is talking to himself, but if anyone looks closely, they can see that he has a translucent headset plugged into his left ear.

"No, I still have two minutes to reach the tracking position."

In an instant, the stalker crossing the road noticed something was wrong. He suddenly turned back to look for Qingchen, but he could not find the young man.

"Lost," the stalker at the intersection sighed.

The young man in black sweatshirt who was running at full speed in the distance responded with a smile: "It's so embarrassing. Two people were staring at one person and they lost track of him."

"It's you who insists on keeping an eye on him."

The young man in the black sweatshirt smiled and said, "Then do you think he found out that we were following him?"

A voice sounded in the headset: "I'm sure he found out. He's a master."

The young man in the black sweatshirt thought for a while and said: "That boy looks like he is only seventeen or eighteen years old. He may still be in high school. If the other party can really find out that we are following us, then this is too evil. And have you noticed, he It was handled very naturally. When he stopped talking on the phone for the first time, I didn't even think he had noticed me. Otherwise, I would have directly controlled him at that time."

"I'm curious as to why you want to follow him on a temporary basis. We have quite a lot of tasks today, so there's no need to waste time on passers-by."

"It's not a spur-of-the-moment move. It's just that when the captain and the others escorted target 009 out, I found that he avoided the boss's gaze."