2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

When Yan Muyun returned to the guest house, he was stopped by Chang Ping at the door.

"Where did you go? You didn't bring a communication device with you. The person who was looking for you just now can't be found anywhere." Chang Ping asked with a frown.

"You went to help the people in the village, and you stayed for a meal after you were done. What do you want from me?"

"I can't tell you have such strong social skills. It's only been half a day that you've become familiar with the people in the village."

Chang Ping was a little surprised, and then explained: "We just had a small meeting. You and Ye Buyu will be a team these two days. You need to patrol the village once in the morning, noon and evening to pay attention to strange places. You can ask her for details. As for me, Chang'an, Wei Min and Yan Long, I will be responsible for patrolling outside the village. Also, please pay attention in the future, you must bring communication equipment with you wherever you go, and we will lose contact when we can't find you."

Yan Muyun nodded: "Okay, no problem."

Chang'an patted his shoulder: "We all understand that you have side effects after your transformation, and Captain Xing doesn't take it to heart. He should still be in the conference room on the second floor. Go talk to him. I guess he still has some side effects." I want to ask you something."

Yan Muyun hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded and agreed. Now that I calm down and think about it, Xing Xiuxian's previous worries were not unreasonable. It was just that he was too irritable and couldn't listen to them after he had just been released from the melting demon.

Well, there is also a problem with the other party's way of expression. It is too domineering, as if everyone should listen to him as a matter of course, which is unpleasant.

Although the two had a slight conflict, there was no real grudge after all. We have to work together in the next few days, so it would be best if the relationship doesn't get too tense.

Yan Muyun thought that he was quite open-minded and would admit when he was wrong. He stood at attention after being beaten and went directly upstairs to the conference room.

The reception room was called a conference room, but in fact it was just a large leather table in the center of the room, with a few old chairs around it, and a "Conference Room" sign on the door.

Xing Xiuxian moved a chair and sat by the window, with his feet crossed on the window sill and a half-burned cigarette between the fingers of his hanging right hand.

I have the impression that this man seems to be smoking every time I see him, and I don’t know how many packs he can smoke in a day.

Yan Muyun knocked on the open door to signal that someone was coming.

"Where are you going?" Xing Xiuxian didn't look back, but he seemed to have guessed who it was.

Yan Muyun replied: "There is an old doctor named Liu in the village. His motorcycle fell into a ditch on the way back to the village. I went to help him ride back, and then he stayed for a meal."

"Is his wife's surname also Liu? She is a teacher."

"Yes, do you know them?"

"I met him in this village a few years ago."

Xing Xiuxian took another drag on his cigarette, then put his feet down and turned to look at him: "I asked Chang An to tell you about the patrol. He can do it."

"I did, but Chang Ping should have told me." Yan Muyun said hesitantly.

The person I just met downstairs must be Changping, right? After all, he looks more mature and steady.

Xing Xiuxian nodded noncommittally: "You said before that you could sense the position of the shapeshifter. Can you be more specific and lock its position?"

"No." Yan Muyun shook his head decisively: "My senses are very vague. I can only confirm that the shape-shifting monster is near this village. It may be inside or outside the village, but I cannot determine the specific location."

"It's okay, it's enough to determine the approximate direction." Xing Xiuxian threw the cigarette butt into the corner: "The drone has blocked this area, and no suspicious target can easily leave. What we have to do now is to compete with it in patience. , see who reveals the flaw first."

"Yes." Yan Muyun responded.

"Okay, if you have nothing else to do, you can leave." Xing Xiuxian took out the cigarette case from his pocket again.

Yan Muyun glanced at the corner and saw that at least three or four cigarette butts had been lost there.

If you keep smoking at this rate, you won't be able to smoke several boxes a day. If there is no place to buy cigarettes in the village, he will definitely not be able to bear it after a while, and maybe he can do something like having a drone come from the city to deliver cigarettes.

Yan Muyun complained secretly and closed the door of the conference room.

He knew that the previous conflict was over, and it was a tacit understanding between adults.

...

At 12 o'clock in the evening, Yan Muyun, who came back from patrolling outside, gently opened the dormitory door and sat on the bed by the window.

The other two people living in the room were Wei Min and Yan Long, and they must have fallen asleep by the sound of the noise. After all, he had just experienced a fierce battle yesterday, and it was inevitable to feel tired.

Yan Muyun also planned to take a nap, so he lay on the bed and closed his eyes.

My consciousness became blurred unconsciously, and my body seemed to be sinking.

In a daze, he felt that he was not lying on the bed, but floating in a ball of warm liquid, and his whole body was wrapped in some kind of tingling feeling, which was very comfortable.

Yan Muyun opened his eyes and found that he was surrounded by light green viscous liquid, and not far away was a transparent glass cover, which vaguely reflected his appearance.

The field of vision was very blurry, and all he could see was a transparent gelatinous mass the size of a human head. It had no fixed shape, and small tentacles poked out from the edges from time to time. After touching the glass, they quickly retracted back into the body.

He had no doubt in his mind about being in such a strange scene, he just felt that it would be nice if it could stay like this from now on.

It's like a baby feeling safe in its mother's belly.

A thin and short figure walked out of the darkness. It was a man covered in gray and white rags...or a humanoid creature. No skin was exposed on the whole body, including the eyes and nose. It was like a creature crawling out of a coffin. mummy.

Although the other party's image was strange and terrifying, looking at it, Yan Muyun's heart felt filled with joy and intimacy for some unknown reason.

At this moment, he heard a strange sound coming from the top.

He didn't know what the sound meant, but when the sound sounded, an unspeakable and huge fear occupied his entire body and mind.

So he began to struggle, his gelatinous body changing shape crazily, elongating, thinning, and even splitting in half, but it was all to no avail. A long needle connected to a light yellow hose appeared in his sight, and the next moment it pierced deeply into his eyeball.

In a daze, Yan Muyun saw the mummy put its hand on the glass cover, and a transparent and slender tentacle stretched out from his body. The end split into five pieces, like a small hand, gently pressing against the glass. inner wall.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he seemed to be able to feel the temperature transmitted through the glass. Even though there was tearing pain in every part of his body, as long as the warmth was still there, he no longer felt afraid.

...

When Yan Muyun woke up, he found that the corners of his eyes were moist.

Looking around, Yan Long and Wei Min didn't know when they had gone out, and he was the only one left in the poor dormitory.

The door was pushed open, and a girl wearing a hoodie poked her head in. She was slightly startled when she saw him: "Why are you crying?"

"I had a dream." Yan Muyun wiped his eyes.

"What dream made you go to hell... Um, what makes a strong man cry?" Ye Buyu became interested and came directly to sit beside his bed.

"Forgot." Yan Muyun said seriously.

That's what dreams are like. While you're dreaming, you're clearly impressed, but as soon as you wake up, your mind will be empty within a few seconds.

"Tsk, that's boring." Ye Buyu's expression collapsed.

Yan Muyun thought about it for a moment and whispered, "Actually, I feel like I'm not dreaming."

"Um?"

"It was a dream."

"What?" Ye Buyu didn't understand.

"I mean the shapeshifter." Yan Muyun touched his nose: "Although I don't remember the content, I have a feeling that last night's dream should be related to its experience."

"After an elite shapeshifter devours a human, it will inherit all the memories and emotions of that human..."

Ye Buyu's expression became a little complicated: "Could it be that you, a monster, can inherit its memory after 'eating' an elite-level shape-shifter?"

Yan Muyun swallowed: "I don't know, but...is it possible?"