# 521
**Chapter 521: Secrets Unveiled**
“Hello?”
“Qiye, I’ve located the ‘Mystery’,” An Qingyu’s voice came through the phone. “It’s still wearing the coat and hat it took from the theater, but it keeps heading into crowded areas, blending in. Hard to spot.”
“It’s deliberately showing up on surveillance?”
“Exactly. And every time it passes a camera, it looks up—probably using its Forbidden Ruins to foresee our moves.
Team 007 somehow locked onto it from the start and went straight after it, but because it can predict them through traffic cams, they still haven’t caught it.”
At that moment, Cao Yuan, seated atop the Flame-Vein Earth Dragon, spoke up:
“It’s Qi Xiaoyu. Her Forbidden Ruins can sense life-forms with high mental-energy fluctuations—like a radar tracking the target constantly.”
“But against the 【Seer】’s Forbidden Ruins, that radar fails,” An Qingyu said.
Lin Qiye fell silent.
“If the 【Seer】 can predict the future by observing inanimate objects, any direct pursuit will be foreseen and dodged…
We need a way to evade its foresight.”
He lowered his head, brows knit in thought.
How to avoid its predictions?
By watching non-living things, it sees the future…
Non-living things…
After a long moment, Lin Qiye’s eyes lit up.
“I’ve got it.”
…
“Dongtang Tower, here we are.”
The taxi rolled to a stop. The middle-aged driver lifted his thermos from the cup-holder, took a sip, and exhaled wearily.
“You’ve changed destination four times already, pal. You in some kind of trouble?” he couldn’t help complaining.
In the back seat, the man in the black top-hat and long coat glanced up at the window.
“Nothing… this is fine.”
He opened the door and stepped out.
“Hey, wait!” the driver called. “You haven’t paid—three-twenty-six. WeChat or Alipay?”
The man stood outside, silent for a beat.
“I didn’t bring money.”
“???” The driver’s eyes bulged. “You screwing with me?”
He yanked the door handle, but it wouldn’t budge, as if welded shut.
The man tapped the glass calmly with his cane.
“I have no money, but I can save your life.
Next Tuesday, when you turn right onto Hutang Bridge toward the city, go slower. Watch for oncoming trucks. You don’t care if you die, but your cab… there’s a pregnant woman aboard.”
Pulling his brim lower, he ignored the driver’s reaction, stepped over the “Construction Zone” sign, and walked toward the half-built high-rise.
“Damn lunatic!”
Trapped, the driver slammed the horn in frustration.
Honk—!
The blast startled a high-schooler ambling along, eyes on his phone.
He glanced at the cab, muttered, then froze—an uncovered manhole gaped inches ahead.
“Crap, who’s the jerk?”
Cold sweat broke out. If not for that horn, he’d have fallen straight in.
After a moment, he dragged a barrier from the site gate and laid it across the hole, then continued on.
Construction site.
The cane tapping, the man strode lightly across rubble. He lifted the brim with a finger; a crimson eye scanned the surroundings.
In his vision, everything turned into an old film, frames flickering—past and future playing at once.
The crimson eye at his brow shimmered, dragging the timeline forward.
The gravel path east: in three minutes, two people will tread softly—skilled.
The glass slabs left: three-and-a-half minutes, three reflections—dark-red cloaks, Straight Blades at waists—Team 007, exactly as seen on camera.
The unfinished building: the third window on the sixth floor south side will shatter in five minutes.
The sand lot west: five-and-a-half minutes, scoured by high-pressure water—someone on the team commands water.
The south wall…
Thousands of fragments merged, sketching the coming scene: every move, every strike, every environmental change laid bare.
“Pincer movement… smart,” he murmured, hat brim hiding his crimson eye.
“But why no sign of the other team… Did they abandon the test? No, impossible—His Lordship wouldn’t lie…”
He pondered, then walked into the half-built tower.
Construction had halted three years ago over funding; no one else roamed the skeleton of concrete and steel.
His figure vanished inside.
Three minutes later.
Team 007 slipped into the site like ghosts.
Two lithe shapes skimmed the eastern gravel path. Han Qing looked up at the towering shell and frowned.
“Xiaoyu, sure it’s in there?”
“Mm.” Qi Xiaoyu lowered her fingers from her temples. “I can feel its mental fluctuation clearly—inside, but not which floor.”
“Doesn’t matter. Now that we’ve boxed it in, it won’t escape.”
Han Qing opened her comm. “Deploy 【Borderless Void】.”
To the west, north, and south of the site, three notice boards dropped in unison; an immense invisible field unfolded, sealing the construction zone from the world.