Chapter 8 Midnight Crow
Ke Mingye took a sip of boiled water and put down the cup. His pupils reflected the fireworks on his phone, and his ears were filled with the roar of bursting air.

It feels like you are there.

From the picture quality and audio in the live broadcast room, it can be seen that the equipment used by the photographer is very good.

This kind of effect can definitely be produced by voyeurs who specialize in illegally filming such scenes for profit. It is completely different from passers-by who just take out their mobile phones to take pictures.

However, although he could basically see all the actions and conversations of the three figures in the sky around Beijing, Ke Mingye was not actually that engrossed in watching.

Because compared to the three people in the camera, he was more concerned about where Ke Youqing was in such a tense situation. Could he have been intercepted by other superhuman criminals?

After all, he has so many enemies.

But on second thought, Ke Mingye came up with another possibility - Ke Youqing was very likely to go with the police to help rescue the vehicle that was previously hung on the Beijing Ring Bridge by the ghost tree.

At this moment, the voyeur placed the camera on the railing of the rooftop and drastically adjusted the lens to make it easier to capture the three people moving between the tall buildings and dazzling neon lights.

Every frame is like seeing flowers in the fog, with fleeting glimpses.

Amid the roar, the glass curtain walls and giant LED screens on the surface of the steel building shattered one after another. Between the flying skirts of the magical girl, tens of millions of glass fragments splashed down from the sky, like a heavy snowstorm, splashing onto the city streets that were clogged with vehicles.

As glass splashed down and slammed against the car bodies one after another, the streets were once again filled with the shrill sounds of car burglar alarms.

Ke Mingye's eyelids twitched.

He thought to himself, why does it feel like if you guys keep fighting, the entire city center will have to be renovated?

If you have any big moves, can you use them earlier? Don't just wait and see. Do you have to fight from Super Saiyan 1 to Super Saiyan 5 like in Dragon Ball?

Especially since the "curfew" at home is approaching, Bai Zini and Bai Qiuwu, you two must not be locked out by your mother.

Just as Ke Mingye was watching intently, suddenly, a hoarse and gloomy voice sounded nearby, and the tone sounded like a casual greeting:
"What are you doing?"

Ke Mingye was slightly stunned, then blurted out: "What the hell?"

Soon, he confirmed that the sound seemed to be... coming from the side of the photographer?
But wasn’t the voyeur hiding on the rooftop of a nearby residential building and secretly filming? Then who was the person talking in his ear?

"You are committing a crime... Filming scenes of superhumans fighting is strictly prohibited by law."

The voice said so, echoing hoarsely and gloomily on the dead silent rooftop.

It sounded like a huge crow screaming, which was chilling.

The peeping photographer turned his head and saw a deep shadow swaying in the corner of the rooftop under the moonlight. Its shape was like a huge crow.

At this moment, the camera also reflected the long and narrow figure wrapped in the shadows in a corner of the rooftop.

He wore a mask with fine curved lines on his face. His eyes were as bright and deep as torches in the darkness. A green bird's beak protruded from the philtrum of the mask. His robe-like cape covered his body, as if to melt him into the night.

A few seconds ago, the knowledgeable audience had already recognized the source of this voice. Seeing this scene, the upper half of the live broadcast room was immediately filled with lines of comments.

——"It's Qing Ya, I knew this bastard would come, right?"

——"He's finally here. I bet all my thirty thousand dollars on him. I thought I was going to go bankrupt!"

——"Fuck! Fuck! Qing Ya is here! This is the first time that an illegal live broadcast room has captured Qing Ya's face at such a close distance!"

——"What are you still standing there for? Record the screen!"

Ke Mingye was tearing the packaging bag of instant bread with his hands. When he saw this scene, he was slightly stunned.

"Dad is finally here."

He thought as he tore the bread bag.

"You are too slow. Your two daughters have already fought two or three rounds with the villains up there..." At this moment, the alien hero "Blue Crow" in combat uniform was leaning on a corner of the rooftop, and the pair of deep eyes behind the mask were staring straight at the peeper.

The sharp beak in the middle of its face points directly at the camera like a deadly blade.

The cameraman saw him clearly, pointed the camera at him, and yelled incoherently: "Don't come over here! There are a lot of people watching!"

The camera shook wildly, showing his fear.

Seeing this man's reaction as if he had seen a ghost, Ke Mingye couldn't help but laugh, thinking: Brother, you are really humorous, is this a necessary reaction? The guy in front of you is dressed a little scary and a little dark, but he is an officially certified superhero after all, is there any need to be so shocked?
Besides, you are still live streaming. Even if my dad has a bad temper, he shouldn't be...

Not that...

Ke Mingye was thinking this, but the next moment, Qing Ya disappeared from the spot. At the same time, the camera lens suddenly went dark, as if covered by a layer of cloth.

All that remained was silence.

Silence as death.

"……what?"

"what?"

Ke Mingye uttered two questions in succession, his fingers that were tearing the packaging bag paused, and his expression froze for a second.

"Wait a minute, Dad isn't really going to kill him, is he?"

At this moment, the entire live broadcast screen was black, with only lines of pale barrages flying across it.

After two seconds of silence, he put down the bread, exited the live broadcast room, opened the live broadcast list of Huigezi.com, and found that there was a whole page of live broadcasts about the "ghost tree".

So he breathed a sigh of relief: "It's good that there is still something to watch."

I raised my finger and was about to click in, but within just one second, the covers of all the live broadcast rooms turned black one after another.

Like dominoes being pushed over.

In the end, all that was left was the deathly darkness and silence.

Seeing that something was not right, Ke Mingye's face changed: "Is there really nothing to watch?" As he said that, he turned two more pages and found that the ten live broadcast rooms on the back page also went dark one after another.

Like someone turned off the lights.

Without exception, the last shot in the live broadcast rooms of these peeping Toms is a huge crow falling from the sky or rushing out from the shadows.

After three seconds of silence, Ke Mingye clutched the half-opened loaf of bread and sighed deeply.

He was in a very complicated mood, as if the network cable had been unplugged. He had wanted to see what chemical reaction would occur when his father and his sister got together.

Now that’s good, no one should watch it anymore.

With this in mind, Ke Mingye browsed through the "Gray Pigeon Network" and randomly clicked on a few live broadcast rooms. As he expected, the comments in these live broadcast rooms were all madly insulting "Qing Ya".

He finally understood why the strange hero "Qing Ya" had such a bad reputation on the Internet. Some things really did make sense.

"Dad, what the hell are you doing, Dad?"

Ke Mingye lowered his head and complained softly.

"As soon as you arrived at the scene, you did nothing but unplug everyone's network cables, right? You are so damn well behaved..."

(End of this chapter)