On November 3, 2030, New York time, high-level national secrets were stolen. There was only a black flower of purgatory left at the crime scene, in full bloom, strange and beautiful. A string of letters is engraved on the petals of the Flower of Purgatory: xiuluo.
Newspapers and major media outlets in country m received the news and all mobilized overnight. People from all major media outlets gathered in front of the government, and it was overwhelming.
In a building not far away, less than 1,000 meters away, a woman wearing a black cloak turned her back to a group of people. A cold voice suddenly sounded. The voice was like a clear spring, crisp and sweet, but it became cold because of the words she said. "The mission was completed very well, but" before he finished speaking, a group of men in black suddenly knelt down behind him. "Master Shura, my subordinates are so incompetent that I bothered you to do something. Please forgive me."
This article was written when I was in junior high school and is a manuscript. I have nothing to do recently so I wanted to sort it out and publish it. Many of the settings may conflict with previous novels. There may be problems with a lot of logic, and the manuscript at that time would not be modified with the current logical ideas. If I have changed it, I have found that other bugs such as settings are difficult to correct. A novel for myself.
Intention: time travel