he came from the mirror

From then on, until he took the plane to Minghe City, the capital of Province G, Lu Yun kept looking back and forth at Tang Yu's chest muscles and biceps with some critical eyes.

Tang Yu whispered to Fang Ziming in private, "Xiao Ming, I think that kid from the Special Affairs Department seems to have a crush on me."

Fang Ziming: "...Why did you say that?"

Tang Yu leaned close to his ear and blew warm breath into the other's ear canal: "Look, he's drooling over my eight-pack abs again."

Fang Ziming's ears were itchy.

Hearing this, he turned his head to look, and found that Lu Yun's gaze, which he hadn't had time to look back, was full of scrutiny and inquiry.

"I think he just dislikes you." He also whispered in the same volume.

"Impossible." Tang Yu put one hand on the young man's shoulder, then leaned his upper body slightly towards him, lying on Fang Ziming's body lazily, and said confidently: "I'm invincible in the world. To have a crush on me is to envy that my chest is wider than his, and that my abs are more perfect than his. "

Fang Ziming: "...please show some face, thank you."

They found a place to live in the center of Minghe City, and they still chose a B&B hotel.Fang Ziming and Tang Yu shared a room, and Lu Yun lived alone.

Now that the identities have been revealed, Lu Yun didn't hide with them anymore. After the three of them finished opening their rooms, he said to Fang Ziming, "What are your plans? Do you want to continue to listen to Melissa's leadership?"

If they followed Melissa's instructions, they wouldn't be able to scare the snake away. They only needed to look for Harriet from afar and collect and piece together his psychological profile.

Fang Ziming asked him: "You should already know why we joined Melissa."

Tang Yu raised his eyelids lazily when he heard the two talking.

"Old He told me that you are here to save people." Lu Yun asked, "Do you have a specific rescue plan?"

Fang Ziming turned to look at Tang Yu, who said drowsily, "No."

Lu Yun: "...Then how are you going to save people?"

Tang Yu: "Blind a few help."

Lu Yun: "..."

Fang Ziming pulled Tang Yu's arm calmly, and said to Lu Yun, "He played games all night last night, and he is sleepwalking now. Let's take a rest in the hotel first, and we will contact you in an hour."

Lu Yun watched helplessly as he dragged the tall and strong "Tang Dabao" to the double room next door, took out the room card, swiped the card to open the door, and then pushed him into the room with his palm, just like he was about to bully the heroine in a bloody TV series overbearing president.

Lu Yun: "..."

He shuddered, shaking off goosebumps from the metaphor he had just thought of.

"So Tang Dabao is the one below." He muttered to himself, rubbing his arms together: "There seems to be nothing wrong with it, well, after all, he is a super human. The magic mirror just looks weaker..."

As Lu Yun was talking, he woke up suddenly, and then exploded on the spot: "Ah, what the hell was I thinking, stop! Stop thinking about it!"

Fang Ziming and Tang Yu, who had already entered the room, did not immediately throw themselves on the bed to catch up on sleep as Lu Yun thought.

Fang Ziming opened the curtains, looked at the street outside, and asked the man who was still yawning, "No news yet?"

Tang Yu rubbed his temples: "Huaguo's network supervision is much stricter than that of the outside world, and Black's online activities may have been restricted."

From the time they went to New York to contact Melissa until they arrived in Minghe City, Tony and Black hadn't replied for nearly a week. Obviously, the other party had no time to take care of them now.

Last night in city b, Tang Yu tried to get in touch with black and Tony again, saying that he was playing games. In fact, he had been tinkering with the computer in the middle of the night, trying to lock his real ip address through the message black had left before.

But little was gained.

Fang Ziming thought for a moment, then stood up: "I'll go to the mirror world and get some things out."

Tang Yu asked casually, "What are you taking?"

Fang Ziming replied: "The anchor point of spiritual power left by black last time."

When in Paris, Black drove a mini-drone in an attempt to "threat" and "intimidate" them, but the boat capsized in the gutter, and Fang Ziming caught a spiritual anchor.

This thing should be a kind of superpower unique to black. Anyway, Fang Ziming and Tang Yu don't have such a so-called anchor point.Fang Ziming wanted to try to devour that anchor point, and analyze its structural form in the field, to see if he could find a spiritual anchor point of the same form in Minghe City.

After he shared his thoughts with Tang Yu, the latter thought for a while before saying, "Maybe you can give it a try."

Fang Ziming: "Yes. I'll come back as soon as I go."

Tang Yu leaned against the door of the bathroom bored.

He watched the young man pass through the mirror where only his upper body could be seen. In the blink of an eye, the young man had entered the world of the mirror from reality.

Tang Yu waited for him to disappear completely before slowly approaching the sink.

He casually called out a military thorn, took it in his palm and turned out one knife after another, looked in the mirror and began to think about life.

"So, do you already trust me so much?" The man whispered to himself, while slowly pressing the mirror with his other free hand, the expression on his face was both deep and joyful.

——Obviously, although Fang Ziming didn't mention it, Tang Yu still heard some of his brief conversation with Lu Yun before.

"Giving trust to others is really a very troublesome thing." The man whispered: "And I just happen to hate trouble very, very much."

After a long silence, he withdrew his hand and raised the corner of his mouth: "Interesting."

The man casually thought: If this trouble becomes so interesting, is it still trouble?

Three minutes later, Fang Ziming fell out of the mirror.

Tang Yu stood still, but instead took the man with both hands and hugged him into his arms: "Oh, what a coincidence."

Fang Ziming: "...Why are you standing under the mirror?"

Tang Yu quickly retracted the general's stabbing, and retreated to the bathroom door with his arms around his waist: "What else can I do, of course, take pity on my handsome self in the mirror."

Thinking about it carefully, this is really something that Mr. Tang can do.Fang Ziming reluctantly accepted this explanation.

He was holding a square metal box in his hand. Tang Yu looked down and saw it, and said curiously: "This thing looks familiar, have I seen it somewhere?"

Fang Ziming's face was dark: "I took this box from you, have you forgotten?"

What he was holding in his hand at this time was the black metal box that he found out from Tang Yu's suitcase earlier.

This box with a combination lock used to contain the Penny Stone, and now it is used to lock Black's spiritual anchor point, which can be regarded as making the best use of it.

Tang Yu suddenly realized: "Oh, I remembered, it turned out to be that box."

"So can you let go now?" Fang Ziming was held in his arms, almost touching the man's chest.

Although the two of them ate and lived together in the past few days, and Fang Ziming was somewhat used to this kind of physical contact, he still felt uncomfortable.

But I have to say, this looks really like a pair of sticky, gluey little couple.

Tang Yu lazily withdrew the arm that had been around the young man's waist, pretending that he was just an ordinary porter who worked hard: "Free transportation, fast and stable, welcome to patronize next time."

Fang Ziming's feet finally reached the floor, he rolled his eyes, and took the script handed over by the other party: "I drive a Rolls-Royce when I go out, and it sounds very face-to-face for free transportation. I won't do it again." It's the second time."

Tang Yu laughed: "Oh, sir, don't go, come and have fun again. I also have noodles, and I'm sure it will make you want to be immortal | want to die."

Fang Ziming: "..." I suspect you are driving!And I'm about to have a clue!

The two fought with each other for a few words, but they didn't forget the business.

Fang Ziming: "The coverage of my domain ability in the real world is very limited. If I want to find the anchor point of spiritual power hidden in the city, I have to move and use my spiritual power at the same time."

"But if black is not in this city, then we will probably get nothing." He continued: "So, if there is no spiritual anchor in Minghe City, we'd better rush to the next target city as soon as possible, and Keep searching there."

"From this point of view, don't we want to take a multi-day tour around the province." Tang Yu took out his mobile phone, retrieved the map of Minghe City, and said, "Well, it fits the personality of a backpacker."

Fang Ziming squinted at him: "I was approached by the Special Affairs Department on the first day I returned to China, so it doesn't matter if that person has it or not."

Tang Yu said honestly: "But at least the setting of our loving couple is still standing."

Fang Ziming said slowly: "About this, many people feel that it is very tricky after hearing it. It can be seen that everyone doesn't really believe it."

Tang Yu was thoughtful: "That must be because we are not close enough. Baby, let's put the beds together to sleep tonight, and let's increase our relationship."

By the way, they booked a standard double room, the two beds are 60 cm apart, which can be said to be very spacious.

Regarding this, Tang Yu commented: "I still miss the hotel I stayed in when I was in France."

Fang Ziming coldly rejected Tang Yu's request that "sleeping in a hug can enhance friendship", and threw a human-sized solid silicone doll at him—the same one they had used when they were on the plane. .

"I don't mind if you hold it to enhance your relationship." He winked at Tang Yu and joked.

Tang Yu looked at the heavy silicone doll in his hand, and suddenly made a new discovery: "Wait a minute, you changed this guy's head? Can this thing change heads?"

Fang Ziming raised his chin: "In my field, changing the head of a silicone doll is much easier than opening a wormhole."

Tang Yu: "So, is that why you put my face on?"

Fang Ziming: "No, there's no reason to change to your face, it's just because I want to change."

"Okay." Tang Yu nodded and accepted the argument.