Chapter 158 Winter Rain

The Boeing passenger plane rushed out of the dark clouds like a huge white migratory bird. Its white wings cut through the rain curtain. Even the howling wind could not make this behemoth tremble in the slightest. The wings and fuselage seemed to be welded together. , flying smoothly in the wind and rain.

Thin and winding water could be seen outside the porthole window. The weather forecast was not very accurate again. It was supposed to be cloudy but there was a cold winter rain.

From this height, you can already see the bustling lights of the city below. Although it is not as big as Tokyo's huge city circle, this coastal city is also developing its economy steadily at its own pace.

The Boeing passenger plane landed smoothly on the airport runway, and the maintenance staff who braved the rain opened the check-in elevator. When you stepped out of the cabin door, you could smell the familiar smell of rain in your hometown city.

"It's raining again."

Lu Mingfei said lightly.

"Um."

Chu Zihang nodded solemnly.

They don't like rain very much, but they are waiting for the day when the heavy rain will start.

"Have the sword and the 'Tower of Strangeness' been delivered?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

The Towers of Different Degrees are the black pyramids captured from the Japanese heretics. After being activated and combined together, the space in the tower can be exchanged with the Nibelungs, thereby entering the Nibelungs.

Or something comes out of the Nibelungs.

Chu Zihang turned off the airplane mode of his mobile phone, flicked his thumb and shook his head:

"Not yet...maybe have to wait until tomorrow."

"too slow."

Lu Mingfei frowned slightly, "Get a car first to confirm whether the false god is still there."

"My 'dad' asked the driver to pick me up, and there happened to be a car."

Chu Zihang nodded, not hesitating at all even if the weapon was not in his hand.

In the Nibelungs, he and Lu Mingfei could not be directly watched by the emperor. The supreme holy light and the courage in their hearts were the best weapons.

At this time, there were many tourists returning home from abroad, and Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang were obviously the most attractive ones. During the brief moment when the two stopped to communicate, several girls who were influenced by foreign openness boldly came up to ask for their contact information, and there was even a stewardess.

Normally, the two Weeping Angels might have rejected them in a friendly manner, but now they just chose to ignore it and quickly walked out of the terminal door.

In the bustling crowd picking them up, the two of them immediately saw a pick-up sign with the words "Chu Zihang" written on it. The sign was held by a middle-aged man with a gentle expression.

"Master, the boss asked me to pick you up. This is..."

The man lowered his eyebrows and respectfully wanted to take Chu Zihang's handbag. At the same time, his eyes inevitably fell on Lu Mingfei, who was walking beside him.

"brother."

Chu Zihang blurted out.

Before the man could understand the meaning of this word, Chu Zihang continued:

"Just call me Zihang from now on, Uncle Lin. Also, I might have to trouble you to take a taxi back. I have to drive somewhere."

The driver, who was called Uncle Lin, was stunned: "Aren't you going back? The boss specially asked me to tell you that my wife personally cooked and stewed the soup for you."

"Go back when you're done. Please tell dad and he will reimburse your taxi fare."

After saying that, Chu Zihang naturally took the car keys from the driver's waist and walked away. Lu Mingfei nodded slightly to express his greetings and followed closely, leaving only the driver who was a little dazed on the spot.

The car that picked them up was a black Mercedes-Benz S500, a first-class car, a symbol of the boss's status, but in the eyes of Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang, it was first-class and fragile - fortunately, the speed was guaranteed, although it was slower than It's not a supercar, but it can reach a speed of 250 kilometers per hour.

"The beltway is right outside the airport, and you can get on the elevated road in no time."

Chu Zihang sat in the driver's seat and took a deep breath.

"Well, let's go."

Lu Mingfei sat in the passenger seat and closed the door to block out the cold wind and rain outside.

Chu Zihang stepped on the accelerator, and the roaring engine inspired the Mercedes-Benz to accelerate to 100 meters in four seconds. The wheels rolled out two eye-catching water tracks in the rain, and rushed into the dark wind and rain.

No need for GPS navigation, those highways outside the city have been deeply engraved in Chu Zihang's heart.

But that section of the elevated road is not among these highways, and it does not exist in reality - no matter how hard Chu Zihang searched on the map, he could not find the "0" highway.

It was not the peak season for returning home yet, and there was no one on the highway. Chu Zihang increased the speed of the car from the initial 60km/h to 120km/h. The rain patted on the car window like slender and pale flowers. With his palm, he drew out winding water traces.

Lu Mingfei's eyes lit up with a faint golden light, which was the physical strengthening brought by the alien blood in his body. He was also staring attentively at the road illuminated by the lights of the Mercedes-Benz. Beethoven's Tempest Sonata was playing on the CD in the car. , the sweet piano sound echoed in my ears, and I don’t know whether it is the car owner or the driver who has artistic taste.

The solemn and anxious tones of the first movement seemed to bring them back to the stormy night more than half a year ago. The second movement started with the warm Bb major chord, which temporarily ended the contradiction and uneasiness of the first movement. When the third movement At the beginning, Chu Zihang slowed down.

"There's a toll booth ahead."

He said quietly.

"Um."

Lu Mingfei tapped his fingers on his thighs in tune with the piano music. In the dim vision, he could see the illuminated highway toll station in front of him.

The end point where he and Chu Zihang rushed out of the Nibelungen was a high-speed toll station.

But the difference is that no one was working at the toll booth at that time, and the toll collector was sitting in the booth watching a TV show with an MP4.

"Card."

The middle-aged toll collector looked at Chu Zihang who was driving the Mercedes-Benz S500 a few more times and lost all other expressions, and returned his attention to the man and woman twisting on the screen.

Chu Zihang took the card and looked at Lu Mingfei.

"No problem. Keep driving."

Lu Mingfei didn't notice anything strange.

The car passed the checkpoint slowly and at a constant speed, and then picked up speed.

"Do you still remember the scene?"

"Well, after driving past the toll station, my father saw a traffic jam, so he drove onto an elevated road extending out next to it. The branches were beating against the sign, which said "Highway 0" in blood red."

Chu Zihang nodded.

Lu Mingfei rolled down the window, and the biting cold wind mixed with rain poured in... He did not smell the special smell unique to Nibelung - in fact, there was no need to smell anything at all, as long as he entered Nibelung Within the scope of the dragon root, Lu Mingfei could immediately feel the holiness and warmth of being watched and cared for by a great being.

But now there is nothing.

After the meandering tones, the third movement of the Tempest Sonata ended on the final single note D, announcing the end of the storm - but the two people sitting in the Mercedes-Benz still failed to enter the Nibelungen, nor did they discover that. A non-existent elevated highway.

The Mercedes-Benz slowly stopped on the dark highway. The rain hit the road and splashed water. The trees on both sides of the road were bent by the strong wind, like huge black shadows bowing to them. .

There was silence in the car for a while. After a while, Lu Mingfei said leisurely:

"Well, I'm starting to miss the Fingal brothers' lively mouths a little bit."

"Then I hope he won't say the line 'You have the ability to snatch men, but you don't have the ability to open the door.' As far as I know, he learned Chinese by watching Chinese TV series."

Chu Zihang exhaled and said in a deep voice.

"Sergeant Alchemy once said that the Nibelungs are a twisted spiritual space, and there are very small entrances and exits between it and the real world. Anyone who is lucky enough to escape the Nibelungs will have a mark on them, like a letter guiding the way. The Nibelungen is directly open to him."

Chu Zihang repeated in a deep voice the knowledge that Old Tang analyzed from the alchemy book.

"If the beacon fails, it means that the master of the Nibelungen has closed the entrance and exit."

The corner of Lu Mingfei's mouth curled up with a cold arc, "That false god...is he afraid?"