Players are coming, fortunately I have a time travel simulator

At the same time, a prompt came from the panel:

[You have completed the B+ hidden mission [Find Chris Fisher], which took 4 days and 12 hours. You have earned 127000 experience points and a random item as a reward. Do you want to claim it?]

After so many rounds of missions, this reward item couldn't be bad, but it wasn't the right time yet. Zhou Ning decisively chose to refuse it temporarily, and the panel prompted to continue updating:

[Your B+ hidden quest [Find Chris Fisher] has been updated to [Follow Chris Fisher], with a difficulty of B+.]

Mission Description: After many unexpected events, you finally found Chris Fisher. Next, try to follow him and find out the conspiracy behind him.

Tip: As a demon, Chris Fisher has keen perception. Please do not approach him within 200 yards, otherwise the mission will fail.

There is a saying that goes, "No matter how hard you try, you will never find it, but when you find it, it is effortless." After searching many poorhouses, I finally found him.

Zhou Ning finally breathed a sigh of relief. While it was a bit of a coincidence, the mission's progress couldn't be faked. However, there was one thing Zhou Ning couldn't quite wrap his head around. The Jeremy Eden profile showed him as a short, overweight, middle-aged white man whose hobby was as a candy-selling clown at various festivals. The man before him, however, was tall, thin, with brown skin and a somewhat Luinsky appearance.

How could he do that?

Leonardo's face was filled with excitement. He lowered his voice and said, "What do you think? Is it possible that the person in front is..."

Before he could finish his words, Sherlock made a stern gesture to him to shut up. The reason was simple: powerful dark-type professionals often sensed when their names were spoken, especially at close range.

Leonardo closed his mouth in disappointment, holding his chin with his hands and looking at the opposite side from a distance. A man who was suspected to be Chris Fisher got on the carriage with Molik, started slowly, and continued to drive eastward.

This workhouse is already the easternmost side of Darklan. Going further east will only lead to the eastern suburbs, where there is also a large manor with a sparse population. It is relatively close to the old Darklan mines - that is, the place where the Curse Cultists once sacrificed miners and summoned the evil god Nyastra in the simulator. It is now a leveling ground, and many low-level miners' undead are wandering underground.

It was not until Sherlock restarted the carriage that Zhou Ning realized that this task was actually very difficult, and it could be strictly speaking be considered a trap.

Tracking missions were a common task mode in the Apocalypse game. Zhou Ning had done this countless times in the game in his previous life.

But the problem now is that the person responsible for tracking is not himself, but Sherlock who is responsible for driving the carriage. If he is not careful, the mission will fail.

"Stay away from them as much as possible, otherwise you will be easily discovered. Try to stay two hundred yards away." Zhou Ning lowered his voice and warned.

"Understood." Sherlock nodded cautiously.

The following tracking made Zhou Ning particularly nervous. The carriage in front was moving a little slowly, which was particularly slow. Fortunately, Sherlock's tracking technology was quite reassuring and nothing went wrong along the way.

But the good times didn't last long. Not long after, the carriage ahead stopped due to a traffic jam. Perhaps to avoid being too conspicuous, Sherlock didn't stop immediately, but simply slowed down, and the distance was about to be within 200 yards.

Zhou Ning was stunned by this unexpected situation. But just then, he caught a glimpse of a carriage from the side behind him, attempting to overtake. His eyes lit up, and he grabbed Tianwang with his right hand, unleashing a gust of wind. Within a small area, the carriage behind him was propelled forward a significant distance, forcing itself in front of Sherlock and forcing him to a halt.

"It was so thrilling..." Zhou Ning let out a long breath.

Sherlock obviously saw something, looked at Zhou Ning with a strange look, and asked, "Are you a meteorologist too?"

"Half," Zhou Ning said with a smile. At the same time, he gave the Heavenly King a thumbs-up. The test just now showed that compared to the Sword of Cortes, the Heavenly King could not only control a wider variety of weather types, but also was more precise. It was truly a devastating weapon in this world.

The only drawback is that it consumes a fixed percentage of Focus, which can be quite expensive. Furthermore, it's not as versatile as the Sword of Cortez in terms of the types of "rain" it can create. For example, the Sword of Cortez can control some unusual rain types, such as acid rain and frog rain, while the Uranus cannot. However, it can control weather other than wind and rain, including thunder, hurricanes, fog, snow, and more.

You can choose to use it later.

After this little episode, the subsequent tracking went smoothly. When the traffic jam ended, the carriage was kept at a distance of two hundred yards. After reaching the sparsely populated suburbs, the distance was kept even farther, at a full three hundred yards.

After nearly half an hour, the carriage in front stopped in front of a large manor. Chris Fisher and Molik got out of the carriage and walked into the manor.

Zhou Ning questioned Sherlock with his eyes, and he replied affirmatively that this was a manor belonging to a branch of the Aiden family. He definitely had to go in and take a look.

Sherlock pondered for a moment and said, "Ian, you'll be in charge of the support here. Wayne, Leandro, you two come with me and try it out. Remember to follow me closely."

A prompt came from the panel:

[Sherlock, the captain of the first squad of the Sun Guardians, invites you to join the team. Are you sure? Yes/No?]

This mission actually features a rather rare NPC team mode? Zhou Ning clicked confirm with a strange look on his face.

【Sherlock Moriarty joins the team.】

【Leandro Pesa joins the team.】

Zhou Ning looked at the team and was surprised to find Sherlock only at level 58, even lower than Richie Burke, whose occupation was meteorologist/day watcher/reader. Although he was much stronger than before, he was not much stronger.

Leandro had surprisingly broken through the level cap, reaching level 63, just two levels behind him. His class was Warrior/Sunwatcher/Alchemist—this was the real protagonist! He could level up even while lying down.

Slowing down his pace and walking to the side of the manor, Sherlock took out a book with a black cover from his arms, flipped through a few pages, and stroked a line of words with his right hand. Suddenly, a large number of mysterious blue words rose from the pages, like musical notes, and a shadow covered the three of them.

Could this be some unknown artifact? Zhou Ning silently speculated in his heart. The Sun Guardians' background was unquestionable. After all, they were backed by the Ascetic Church and the Braxton Royal Family.

"Don't leave ten yards around me, otherwise the shielding effect will be lost." Sherlock said softly.

In fact, Zhou Ning could easily sneak in without this thing, just relying on the title of Phantom Thief and his special skill of stealth. But there was no need to show off at this time. He nodded silently and followed Sherlock to the backyard.

Seeing the situation here, Zhou Ning couldn't help but open his eyes wide.

There are more than a hundred million acquaintances here.

Old acquaintances Professor Bislock, the ancient elf wizard Lillard, Chris Fisher, Molik, and a strange-looking middle-aged man were standing in front of a small lake and discussing something. In the lake, a familiar huge giant was walking slowly, but its size was much larger than the one Zhou Ning had seen before, at 10 meters tall.

It was the former King Charles VI!

Unexpectedly, the giant that had been searched for for several months was hiding in the manor owned by the person who reported the case.