Omen

On June 2nd, the morning was as usual, with a few pedestrians appearing on the streets. As the most comfortable and pleasant city on Luoqie Star, it attracts many tourists from other cities every day.

However, to their disappointment, most of the areas with excellent ecological environments were not open to the public at all; they were the private reserves of the nobility. Therefore, tourists from the outer city could only walk around and play in the open areas within the city. The flow of people on the commercial streets had gradually begun to increase.

The retro-style clock in the living room showed the time as 8:00. It was the first time Mu Fan had slept until 8 o'clock. Feeling refreshed, he walked out of the bedroom. After knocking on the door for five minutes without any response from the fat man Mu Fan gave up.

Alright, let's just leave him here for today.

"Hey, is there anything wrong?" After washing up, Mu Fan put on his headset and asked.

The voice in black rang out precisely on time, "At 6:00, the government network suddenly changed its encryption method, which is clearly a signal that something big is going to happen today. Is this a provocation against me?!" The voice was filled with resentment, and after holding it in for 2 hours, it was finally able to vent.

"Can you decipher it?" Mu Fan didn't waste time talking to it. He couldn't follow the logic of this talkative black creature, or he would definitely be led astray.

"Yes! But there's no abnormal data stream yet, and the surveillance of Second City District shows no anomalies. It's very strange." Hei also deduced with a questioning tone, "Unless there's one possibility: all actions are circumventing surveillance."

"And now?" Noticing the sign next to the wardrobe, he learned that there were clothes for guests to change into temporarily, and he couldn't help but become interested. Today, he really couldn't wear that formal uniform that made it difficult to move around anymore.

Mu Fan opened the wardrobe and selected a set of the most casual linen clothing. He liked the loose feel of it at first sight, and the rough and distinct texture made his palms feel quite comfortable.

"I suggest you move towards the Northwest City District later. I can't give you a definite time right now. Just stay in that area for now, so you can take emergency measures if anything happens." The emergency measures that Black mentioned were to seize RX-16.

"Okay." Mu Fan put on the loose linen clothes, stretched his arms and legs, feeling quite comfortable. After leaving a message for Fatty via Sky Communicator, he pushed open the door and went out. This outfit, clearly prepared for guests to stroll around the manor, was destined by Mu Fan to become his combat uniform.

Huh? Mu Fan and Gao Lingsen and his daughter, who were surrounded by a group of armed guards not far away, made eye contact.

"Good morning!" Mu Fan waved in a friendly manner, obviously to Sherry, still ignoring the Little Mustache.

Gao Lingsen's gaze was already somewhat unforgettable. Without saying a word, he pulled Sherry away, who was about to wave goodbye, and the group left the guest room area.

Mu Fan shrugged and followed the waiter to his meal. Along the way, he could clearly feel the tense atmosphere at the manor. Although the staff were as diligent as ever, it was rare to see any family members dressed casually. It seemed that Wayne's ban from yesterday had been fully enforced.

This was the first time Mu Fan had shown his appetite to anyone outside the Martial Arts Hall. When he smelled the tempting aroma, he tried to restrain himself and ate a couple of bites. Then, he numbed himself and started to eat voraciously. The chef making meat pizzas at the self-service breakfast area was already numb. He made twenty pizzas in fifteen minutes... and they all disappeared into the boy's stomach in the blink of an eye. Apart from letting out a long burp at the end, there was no other reaction.

Half an hour later, after Mu Fan finished the bowl of health-preserving porridge, the staff had to report to their superiors. They had never seen such a person in all their years of work. If it weren't for the fact that his clothes were indeed specially provided for guests by the resort, they probably would have already called the guards.

As Mu Fan was enjoying his meal, he suddenly heard a familiar and surprised voice. "Young Master Mu Fan?" He looked up with his cheeks puffed out and saw Uncle Wu!

With a difficult utterance, Mu Fan finally managed to wash away the food after drinking two glasses of water.

"Uncle Wu! I came yesterday but didn't see you." Finally, he was able to speak normally.

"So it's Young Master Mu Fan. I was wondering who the distinguished guest the servant came to announce was." Uncle Wu replied with a smile, "That's perfect. The master just informed me to go to the guest room department to find you. Now I'll tell you that the master has ordered the manor to be under martial law, but Young Mu Fan can move around freely. This is his pass."

After speaking, he handed over a scale-shaped plaque, about the size of three fingers, with exquisite craftsmanship.

Mu Fan took the message and nodded. "Understood, thank you, Uncle Wu. I've already left a message, but could you please tell Harry that I'm going out for a walk today, and also not to forget what I said yesterday?"

Uncle Wu replied, "Alright, then I won't bother you any longer. The master has other matters to attend to." With that, he turned and left.

Mu Fan nodded and immediately began devouring the food. Half an hour later, a satisfied Mu Fan walked out of the restaurant amidst the admiring gazes of everyone at the manor.

It was already past nine o'clock. After checking the Sky Communicator and still not receiving a reply from Fatty, Mu Fan decided to head to the Northwest region.

As Mu Fan strolled leisurely through the crisscrossing streets, a fluctuation occurred in the administrative network of Luoqie Star. Data emerged from the central database, and after several redirects, scattered across multiple public interfaces, disappearing without a trace. Hei, who had been closely monitoring the network, quickly deciphered it and found it to be normal public information—a government directive aimed at promoting tourism and cultural development. The tracking program's logic showed no anomalies, so Hei received no alerts about this anomaly.

You can often see groups of people dressed in different styles, holding cameras and flags, lingering in the streets and alleys. It must be said that the scenery here is truly beautiful; there's a Central Forest Park within the city itself, and the landscaping of the surrounding areas is also very well done. Indeed, even the most barren places can have their paradise.

Meanwhile, staff from the Urban Traffic Monitoring Bureau in District 2 scanned the several synchronized display screens inside the room, which monitored various intersections and high-traffic areas.

A man in a police uniform chewed gum, switching it back and forth with relish, looking for a pretty girl. This was just part of his daily work; he couldn't help it, otherwise life would be too boring.

A man wearing a police hat next to him also came over to stare at the screen. After watching for a while, he shook his head and said disappointedly, "There have been a lot of tourists lately, so why is the quality getting worse and worse?"

Yes, the person chewing gum quickly switched videos on the screen, and didn't see many beautiful women with good figures. In several places, the tourists were all grown men, muttering, "What are you guys doing taking pictures? If you're a bunch of Country Bumpkin, don't come here."

The man wearing the police hat tapped his finger repeatedly, checking the recent foot traffic data, and complained, "There are quite a few people, even more today than yesterday."

"Let me check those park areas; there might be girls jogging there." The man wearing the police hat immediately came over to take a look.

"Another group of tourists, so rude! They're littering everywhere, and over there too, they're littering again!"

A recorder behind them flashed a green light, and a recording analysis came from the massive black ocean of data in the planetary network. Several keywords triggered an alarm it had set.

"Today, yesterday, more, a bunch, threw"...

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