Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei's Bullet Screen Wish Machine

There was a photo on the bedside table; it was a family portrait.

The man, dressed in a white shirt and woolen trousers, had his arm around a beautiful woman and his other arm around a four- or five-year-old boy, a proud smile on his face.

"A very happy family."

Lu Mingfei felt a little envious. In his mind, his childhood memories were already blurred, and his parents only left him with an old photo that he didn't know when it was taken.

Composing himself, Lu Mingfei carefully inspected the furniture and furnishings in the room, finally finding faint scratch marks on the floor.

Following the marks on the ground, Lu Mingfei's gaze wandered until he arrived at the location of the bed.

He removed the bed, revealing a hidden iron door. Judging from the deformed bolt, there should have been a padlock on the door, but it had been damaged.

Lu Mingfei's dark eyes narrowed slightly.

Below the iron gate was a steel pipe leading directly to the secret room below, just like in a spy movie. Lu Mingfei, with a flashlight in his mouth, slid down the steel pipe.

The man might be a spy trained by foreign forces, using the alias "Chu Tianjiao" to infiltrate this city and carry out espionage activities. Perhaps his son, who has gone abroad, has also colluded with foreign forces...

Lu Mingfei decided to report them after he got out.

There's the Olympics this year, and I heard that the highest reward for major cases involving the Olympics is 500,000 yuan.

Lu Mingfei's mind wandered; he imagined that once he went down, he might see a super-powerful radio station—

Ok?

Lu Mingfei's eyes widened.

As soon as he entered the room, he smelled the aroma of liquor and tobacco. Under the beam of his flashlight, there was a cherry wood liquor rack, with rows of Island whiskies displayed; the record cabinet was filled with neatly stacked vinyl records, each one a timeless classic; and boxes of Cuban cigars, not a single one of them a cheap brand…

Sitting on that comfortable bed covered with Australian sheepskin, Lu Mingfei felt a strong sense of disparity.

However, what attracted Lu Mingfei's attention the most were the red lines hanging from the ceiling.

A network of red threads, strung with newspaper clippings, photos, and scraps of paper, was laid out before Lu Mingfei, his brow furrowing as he perused them one by one.

"On August 30, 1900, during the Summer of Mourning, a mysterious ancient corpse awakened, Kassel Manor was destroyed, and the elite Lionheart Society of the Secret Society was wiped out, with only Harry Potter Gene Anjou surviving."

"On the night of December 25, 1991, the night of the collapse of the Soviet Union, a violent explosion occurred at the frozen port north of Verkhoyansk, and a group of reconnaissance aircraft was attacked by a mysterious creature."

"The Tunguska event occurred on June 30, 1908..."

"On November 7, 2002, in the Greenland Sea, drawn by a mysterious heartbeat, the executive department of Kassel College went to investigate and encountered an enemy suspected to be the Dragon King..."

The red lines crisscrossed and intertwined in the air, eventually converging into a thick bundle. At the end of this bundle was a concrete wall, next to which was written a name—

【Nidhogg】

Nidhogg, the black dragon in Norse mythology that dwells beneath the World Tree and tears at it.

Lu Mingfei stared at the ceiling, blinking somewhat blankly.

The photos contained many original English manuscripts. Although Lu Mingfei had studied intensively with the English fanatic in his class for a long time and had no problem passing the TOEFL and IELTS, he could only guess and barely translate these serious foreign articles.

Judging from these photos and clippings, Chu Tianjiao and the forces behind him have been fighting against a powerful creature called "Dragon".

The deeds of dragons are hidden in human history, and they are involved in almost every major event.

The strongest force against the dragons is humanity, who also possess dragon blood; they are called "hybrids." The history of humanity's rise is a history of fighting against the dragons...

This is ridiculous!

The spy has turned into a dragon-slaying hero, and Lu Mingfei feels he needs to calm down for a while.

Photos and old news alone cannot prove that dragons really exist.

Lu Mingfei had read quite a few books on unsolved mysteries of the world before, such as Cleopatra, the Loch Ness Siren, and Close Encounters of the Seventh Kind, all of which were very exciting.

Maybe Chu Tianjiao is secretly a fan of the occult—Old Tang said that there are many such strange people in North America, whose homes are decorated like cult sites, with walls covered in spines that could scare the neighbor's kids to tears.

Old Tang is Lu Mingfei's online friend. He is an American of Chinese descent. The two met while playing StarCraft and have talked a lot about their experiences abroad.

Lu Mingfei thinks the United States is very developed, everyone drives a car and lives in a big house. Obama, the most popular presidential candidate in the United States, has proposed happy education. If he wins the election next year, American children will not have to work so hard to study.

Old Tang said, "Come on, where have you ever seen what life is like at the bottom of the American underworld? Come live in Brooklyn for a day and you'll know. Drugs, robberies, shootings... a bunch of kids start hanging out in gangs in their teens. If it weren't for the fact that Old Tang is somewhat capable, he probably wouldn't be alive today."

After that, Lu Mingfei stopped longing for America; he didn't want to become a drug addict.

Shaking his head, Lu Mingfei gathered his thoughts and took out the [Archaeology Coins] he had previously obtained from the Wishing Machine's storage.

With a flick of the finger, the gold coin bearing the teeth marks was tossed upwards, tumbling continuously in the air.

The moment the gold coin reaches its highest point.

Lu Mingfei "saw" it.

Under the bright lights, a man with slicked-back hair wandered around the room. He wore a flamboyant tight-fitting T-shirt that accentuated his muscles. Elvis Presley's songs were playing from a subwoofer. The man leaned against the sink, a cigar dangling from his mouth, humming as he developed photos.

A mixed-race individual, an outcast, came to this ordinary Chinese city for a specific purpose, disguising himself as a driver who loves braised pork intestines and spicy chicken wings.

He simply fell in love with a woman by mistake, and the two married and had a child... But a man like him, who lives on the edge of a knife, obviously cannot have a weakness. He could not give his wife and children a normal life, and he could not even die peacefully in his bed.

So he signed a divorce agreement with the woman, giving up custody of her as well. He could only secretly take photos of the woman and her son when other families of three went out to play. If the man accidentally walked into the frame, he would be quite petty and blur his face.

Incidentally, Lu Mingfei felt that Chu Tianjiao's son looked somewhat familiar, but he didn't remember having any of his junior high school classmates who looked like him.

Lu Mingfei quietly read through the history of this secret base, or rather, the life of a man named "Chu Tianjiao".

Dragons truly exist in this world.

After seventeen years of peaceful life, a mysterious new world opened its doors to Lu Mingfei.

Of course, it wasn't just directed at him.

Lu Mingfei speculated that Chu Tianjiao's son was probably also in the know, and that his so-called study abroad most likely meant he went to Kassel College.

The uncle in the bankruptcy liquidation office gave me a phone number—it belonged to Old Chu's son.

Lu Mingfei thought that perhaps he could make contact with the other party.

With this in mind, Lu Mingfei climbed up to the second basement level.

Just as they were about to put the bed back in its original state.

With a creak, the door opened.

There was a person standing outside the door.

Or rather, it was a figure.

His figure was hidden inside the large trench coat, and the shadow cast by the hood obscured his face.

In the darkness, what Lu Mingfei saw was a pair of vertical pupils as golden as lava.