2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

In this city filled with high-rise buildings, one of the main benefits of living on a high-rise is that you can enjoy the warm direct sunlight every morning.

Yan Muyun got up early, got dressed, washed his face and brushed his teeth in one go, and then enjoyed a hearty breakfast and a milky white nutritional potion.

As an energetic college student who just graduated in the early 21st century, (at least in one's own sense of time, he just graduated two weeks ago) he has always adhered to the virtue of staying up late playing games, reading novels and watching videos, going to bed late and getting up late. Habits.

However, now, when faced with more diverse entertainment methods than before "Eternal Sleep", Yan Muyun unexpectedly maintained restraint and did not feel any difficulty at all.

He originally thought that he would be addicted to holographic movies or online virtual space games for a long time, but he found that he was basically not interested in these things now.

Maybe it's because today's real world is exciting enough that he no longer needs to enter the virtual world to find sensory stimulation and pleasure.

The father and son in the living room were still eating breakfast leisurely, but Muyun had already put on his shoes and was ready to go out.

He was in particularly good spirits today, wearing white short sleeves and black shorts. Perhaps influenced by Zhang Xixue's attire yesterday, he also had a sports backpack slung across his shoulders.

Refreshed and clean, there is no doubt that he is a brand-new young man who has just graduated and has not experienced the beatings of society and housing prices. He is full of hope for his future.

"You're so energetic. He doesn't look like an old guy in his 50s at all." Yan Yiming picked up the omelette on the table and slowly put it into his mouth.

Yan Muyun rolled his eyes, gave him the middle finger, and then slammed the door.

"Did you see it?" Yan Yiming, who was still wearing pajamas, looked at his son.

Yantaki gnawed the buns with eyes and nose, and made no comment at all about the fact that his father, a dignified deputy director of the General Bureau of Special Branch, was humiliated by a "young" branch intern with the middle finger.

...

Yan Muyun took the bus to the door of the police station and saw the familiar petite figure.

Zhang Zitong's condition today is obviously much better than that in the convenience store yesterday. She is wearing a blue and white short-sleeved shirt, a dark blue pleated skirt hanging on the crook of her legs, and a small off-white backpack on her back.

The morning sun shone on her body like a layer of gold, making her look like a master who had devoted his entire life to depicting his daughter's most amazing years.

This was obviously the uniform of a middle school, because Yan Muyun saw the school emblem with trees and birds printed on the left breast of her short-sleeved shirt.

I have to admit that even for those school uniform manufacturers, the aesthetics will evolve with the times. This simple and slim-fitting outfit is obviously better than the baggy sportswear, which can bring out the girl's beautiful sense of age.

Zhang Zitong was obviously waiting for someone, his little head looking around from time to time.

Yan Muyun continued to walk forward, and his figure emerged from behind the telescopic gate. The girl's eyes immediately locked onto him.

"Brother Yan!"

"Good morning."

"Good morning...good morning."

Yan Muyun walked up to her and asked with a smile, "You should know about me, right?"

The little girl was stunned for a moment before she realized what he was referring to, and nodded vigorously: "I know."

"So actually you can call me uncle or brother, just choose whichever you don't feel awkward with. I don't mind." Yan Muyun has now looked away. He should be as old as he is, forcing a person to be older than him. He still can't do this kind of thing when a girl who is more than 30 years younger than him calls him brother.

"Just call me Brother Yan." Zhang Zitong walked side by side towards the police station.

"It feels pretty good. Before you, only an uncle who was almost 50 would call me brother." Yan Muyun was in a good mood and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

After the resolute little policewoman from the Special Investigation Department learned about her, although she shouted "uncle, uncle" all the time, the relationship between the two also became that of equals, and they basically called each other by their first names.

After this feeling of being treated as an elder disappeared, it was inexplicably nostalgic. After all, my younger brother is now more than 20 years older than me mentally, and my eldest nephew has never regarded me as an uncle. Fortunately, I now have a younger brother. The girl filled the gap.

The people who took notes for them were Zhang Xixue and the middle-aged police officer from yesterday.

Yan Muyun finally saw the former in uniform. The light blue shirt dissipated a lot of her original girl-next-door feeling. Instead, she became heroic, capable, and neat, making people feel happy at first sight. I was amazed and a little in awe at the same time.

The middle-aged police officer's surname is Qian. Although he is an experienced veteran policeman, he is just an ordinary person. Yesterday, he was responsible for escorting Xia Houhao because the latter had already been put on an ability-suppressing device and was no different from an ordinary criminal.

Of course, to be on the safe side, the young policeman who came with him was a detective from the Special Investigation Division.

This kind of configuration is common throughout China. After all, there are only a few agents with special powers, and there are always not enough manpower. At this time, ordinary people and seniors in the same bureau are often needed to familiarize themselves with the work and act as guides.

Yan Muyun's transcript ended quickly. After all, although he played an important role in yesterday's incident, he was not actually deeply involved.

The only doubt about him now is why Xia Houhao misidentified him in the first place.

The mouth of this "red-eyed murderer" is obviously not easy to pry open. After last night's interrogation, the police did not get much useful information, so this issue can only be left alone for now.

"You can leave now." After recording the information on the computer in front of him, Officer Qian turned his head and looked at Yan Muyun and said.

"Um..." Yan Muyun's expression was hesitant, and his fingers subconsciously moved the cup in front of him. The coffee inside was still steaming out.

Seemingly sensing that he didn't want to leave, Zhang Xixue smiled and smoothed things over: "The commissioner of the Special Branch is more or less our colleague. We couldn't have arrested the suspect in this incident without him, so we let him stay and continue to observe." Bar."

"Of course." Officer Qian nodded.

It's not that he dislikes the "young man" in front of him, it's just that the other person mentioned it yesterday, "It won't take too long, right?" He kept it in his mind, thinking that the other party had something to do today and he was in a hurry.

Seeing that everyone's eyes were focused on him, Zhang Zitong clenched his fists as if to cheer himself up, and then took out a white tablet from the backpack behind him.

When you press the screen to open, the home page displays a document, which is densely packed with probably one or two thousand words.

"I didn't know it originally, but the killer... reminded me."

The little girl cleared her throat and read: "At 6 pm on May 23, 2052, I failed in the exam that day, so I rode to the development zone in the north of the city to relax..."