2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

A light blue motorcycle stopped in front of the bus stop. The female rider with a slim waist and long legs opened her goggles, revealing a pair of heroic and bright eyes.

"boarding."

Yan Muyun looked around and finally determined that the other person was staring at him.

"Hurry up, uncle." Zhang Xixue was amused by his reaction.

"Ah, oh good."

Under the envious eyes of countless passers-by, Yan Muyun sat astride the back seat of the motorcycle.

The girl's long hair hangs down from the gap in the helmet and drapes on her back, exuding a pleasant fragrance.

After taking and putting on the helmet handed over by the other party, Yan Muyun tried to sit up straight and grabbed the edge of the seat with both hands.

"You can put your hands on my shoulders, otherwise it will be dangerous."

"Oh, okay." Yan Muyun put his hand on the shoulder of the girl in front of him.

"Sit tight, let's go."

...

About six or seven minutes later, a light blue motorcycle stopped at the door of the police station.

"It's better to ride slower in the future for safety."

Yan Muyun returned the helmet in his hand, and at the same time he looked serious and said in a calm tone, as if he was an elder who really cared about the young people.

Of course, if you ignore his somewhat weak calves.

"Well, okay." Zhang Xixue responded with a soft voice, like a little girl waiting for a New Year's red envelope in front of her elders.

Of course, that's if you ignore the bend she made half a minute ago that almost caused someone's knee in the back seat to scrape against the pavement.

As soon as the two entered the door, they were led into an office by the waiting police officers.

"Uncle Yan, do you still remember the appearance of the suspect?" Zhang Xixue asked as she picked up a silver-white ring-shaped instrument and a translucent flat plate from the table next to her.

Yan Muyun frowned and thought about it for a moment, then nodded: "He is very white, very white, a little abnormally white. I think it is because of some kind of disease."

At that time, the mysterious man raised his hood, and the first thing that caught his attention was not the red eyes, but the extremely pale skin between his face and neck.

"Okay, continue to repeat his facial features, especially the details." As Zhang Xixue spoke, she reached out and put the silver-white ring-shaped instrument on Yan Muyun's head.

The latter acted very cooperatively and even stretched his neck.

At the same time, he continued to mutter: "He looks like he is in his twenties. His pupils are a bit dark pink, a bit transparent in the depths, and the corners of his eyes are slightly upward. His nose is a bit flat, and his lower lip... seems It's thicker than his upper lip, but I don't see what color his hair is..."

Gradually, a portrait of a character appeared on the tablet in Zhang Xixue's hand. The eyebrows and eyes were extremely clear, as if they were taken with a camera.

The person in the tablet was wearing black clothes and black trousers. He lifted his hood with a pale hand, lowered his head slightly, and looked up from the bottom. There was a cold, violent and murderous intention inside.

This extremely cold expression was the scene that left the deepest impression on Yan Muyun.

"Albinism." Zhang Xixue blurted out while looking at the portraits on the tablet.

Yan Muyun was stunned for a moment and nodded: "It does look like albinism."

Albinism is a genetic disorder caused by abnormal production of melanin due to genetic mutations. The patient's retina has no pigment, the iris and pupil appear light pink, and he is afraid of light. The skin, eyebrows, hair and other body hair are generally white or yellow-white.

"Although current science and technology cannot cure this disease, there are already ways to minimize the negative effects of albinism and make patients look like ordinary people. Why does this person maintain such obvious pathological characteristics? ..."

Zhang Xixue murmured, clicked a few times on the tablet, and uploaded the portrait to the police network.

The police station will use surveillance to investigate the crowds nearby, and the police officers from the Strange Investigation Division who have arrived at the scene will also conduct searches based on this portrait.

Faced with Zhang Xixue's soliloquy, Yan Muyun just sat upright and said nothing.

It is better to leave professional matters to professional people for analysis and not to make random jokes.

Zhang Xixue raised her head and saw the "uncle" opposite her looking at her with admiration in her eyes. She immediately smiled shyly and said, "I'm just talking casually. Don't take it seriously. The prisoner's character is very different." There is a dedicated department responsible for writing.”

"Haha." Yan Muyun didn't know how to reply, so he simply chuckled.

"The identity of this suspect has been found in the citizen system. His name is Xia Houhao. He is 23 years old and 1.73 meters tall. He does have albinism. He has no registered abilities and no criminal record. As for whether he is innocent or not, because we At present, we have no conclusive evidence, and we still need to wait for him to be found for interrogation.”

"Uncle Yan." Zhang Xixue put the tablet in her hand on the coffee table, and the expression on her fair face suddenly became serious: "Excuse me, why did this suspect suddenly come to you?"

Yan Muyun grinned, a little frightened by her serious aura.

While taking off the ring-shaped instrument on his head, he smiled bitterly and said, "I don't know, he just appeared out of nowhere from behind me, said 'this way', and then motioned for me to follow him. .....”

"Hmm, what next?" Zhang Xixue frowned, already completely in working mode.

"Then... I don't know him, so of course I won't follow him." Yan Muyun shrugged his shoulders, with a still frightened look on his face: "He seems to have misunderstood something. He should be trying to prove it to me later. I lifted up my hood. The moment my eyes met with his, I realized that he was the suspect in the three murders. He must have also realized what I was aware of, so he suddenly revealed Intense hostility. Later..."

Yan Muyun told the story in a roundabout way, including Luo Beiyuan's sudden appearance to say hello, but as soon as he was distracted, the red-eyed man fled across the street.

"Who is Luo Beiyuan?"

"I just met him not long ago. He is the tester and guide who conducts advanced tests for me."

"Um."

Zhang Xixue nodded thoughtfully, and then said, "Uncle Yan, are you sure you have never had contact with that suspect?"

"I have never been in contact with him." Yan Muyun answered decisively: "His image characteristics are very obvious. If I really meet him, I will definitely have an impression."

"Try to recall more memories. It may be from the past few weeks or even the past few months. Maybe you just haven't remembered it."

"Impossible, there is absolutely no way I have seen him." Yan Muyun sighed.

"Why are you so sure?" Zhang Xixue tilted her head in confusion.

"Because I just woke up four days ago..." A stiff smile appeared on Yan Muyun's face:

"And thirty years ago, this kid wasn't even born yet."