2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

Yan Muyun sat at the table, quietly waiting for the man opposite him to calm down, and then asked: "Why... don't you choose to upload your consciousness?"

If this technology is adopted, the lives of loved ones can be continued in a certain sense, and the grief of separation will be greatly alleviated.

"Do you know how much it costs to upload a person's consciousness?" Dai Senwu stretched out his finger with red eyes: "400,000, and that doesn't include the subsequent monthly brain maintenance costs."

The current consciousness uploading technology requires putting the human brain into a special electronic container and using expensive nutrient solutions to maintain and maintain activity. The nutrient solution needs to be replaced every month, and this expenditure is difficult for ordinary families to afford.

"I'm sorry." Yan Muyun apologized sincerely.

He realized that the question he just asked was a bit "why not eat minced meat".

"It doesn't matter. After all, no one will pay attention to things that have nothing to do with them. It's like I never cared about the salary tax rate or the price of a garage before entering college." Dai Senwu's tone was very flat, making it difficult to hear what was going on. Does it contain sarcasm?

However, Yan Muyun himself knew that the technologies and policies related to consciousness uploading were not only closely related to him, but could even be said to be extremely important.

Because without this technology, my parents will always have a regret until their death, and there will always be a gap in my heart that cannot be filled.

But it's a shame that Yan Muyun didn't pay much attention to this technology and related policies.

This is not only because he encountered too many things after waking up, but also because he is a "vested interest" to a certain extent. After receiving the benefits, he subconsciously ignores those trivial rules and regulations.

The man sitting opposite Yan Muyun lit another cigarette. His mood was obviously much calmer without talking about his family.

"Actually, I also thought about uploading my father's consciousness." Dai Senwu suddenly said: "But he was very opposed to it, saying that he might as well die if that happened."

"It's normal for old people to be resistant to new things." Yan Muyun agreed.

The atmosphere in the interrogation room finally became less oppressive, and the two chatted like good friends.

"In the early days, my dad actually mentioned several times that he didn't want to receive treatment and left the money for his grandchildren to study in the future." A wisp of white smoke floated from the corner of Dai Senwu's mouth: "But I persuaded him to go back. I lied to him. He said there is a cure for this disease."

"Why?" Yan Muyun was a little confused.

"I'm waiting for his condition to worsen and lose consciousness. In this case, as an immediate family member, I have the right to sign the relevant documents for the surgery without my father explicitly stating to the doctor that he refuses to upload his consciousness."

"To be honest, I was already prepared to mortgage the house." At this point, Dai Senwu suddenly shook his head and laughed at himself:

"However, I later discovered that the appointment for the consciousness uploading surgery had been scheduled for ten years. There was no way my dad could last that long..."

"Ten years later?" Yan Muyun interrupted him with some surprise, and at the same time he once again realized how weak his knowledge in related fields was.

Dai Senwu lowered his head and stared at the table, with no emotion in his voice: "In fact, it is not difficult to imagine. After all, the policy related to consciousness uploading has just been passed a year ago, and the technology is immature and inefficient. Not to mention that the entire pilot hospital in Menxia City has also There are only three.”

Yan Muyun was stunned: "Wait a minute, does this mean that the technology of consciousness uploading has only been legal for a year?"

"Otherwise?" Dai Senwu raised his head and looked across, with a somewhat confused expression on his face: "After the passing of the consciousness uploading bill, it has been the most discussed hot topic on the Internet for more than half a year. How come you don't even know this?"

Yan Muyun forced a smile on his face: "Sorry, maybe I didn't go online much during that time."

"It's not that you rarely use the Internet, you don't use the Internet at all." Dai Senwu felt that the young Special Branch Commissioner's common sense was too lacking.

Yan Muyun felt that his head was a little swollen and painful, and he shook his head vigorously, as if he wanted to get rid of the chaotic thoughts in it.

"What did I just say?" Dai Senwu didn't notice anything strange about him, and still said to himself: "By the way, I found that the surgery appointment is already ten years in the future."

"Originally there was another plan at this time, which was to take out my dad's brain and refrigerate it until it was his turn for surgery. However, the doctor later told me that the cancer cells had spread to his brain..."

However, Yan Muyun almost didn't listen to the rest of the words, and just looked at the table in front of him with dull eyes, as if there were villains performing a wonderful drama on it.

"Thank you."

The tone of these three words was a bit high, which brought Yan Muyun out of his dazed state.

"Huh?" He snorted subconsciously.

"Thank you for patiently listening to a murderer talk about so many things." The tired man looked at him with a complicated and inexplicable meaning in his eyes.

"Nothing." Yan Muyun moved his buttocks and sat up straight.

"Can you tell me how you found out that I...killed my father?" Dai Senwu asked softly.

Yan Muyun shook his head: "I'm sorry, I have no comment on this."

"Then let me change the question." Dai Senwu leaned on the back of his chair and stared at each other with dull eyes: "After listening to so much, if you are given another chance, will you still choose to arrest me?"

"I will." Yan Muyun sighed.

"You don't seem to be very firm." Dai Senwu said word by word.

Yan Muyun thought of Lele inexplicably, and almost subconsciously excused himself: "I'm just a newbie, I haven't studied law... I haven't even completed the training, maybe I haven't mentally awakened yet... ..."

"Asshole!!" Dai Senwu suddenly roared with his eyes wide open, and slapped the table with both hands, making a loud noise.

His mood was very low from beginning to end, and Yan Muyun was caught off guard by his sudden outburst.

He was startled, his body leaned back suddenly, and the chair dragged on the floor with a heart-wrenching sound.

"You are the commissioner of the Special Branch! You are the law enforcer! You should expose me without hesitation!!" Dai Senwu roared almost hysterically.

Yan Muyun was a little confused. He didn't understand why the other party's reaction was so loud.

"If you don't even have this awareness, you'd better return your ID as soon as possible." Dai Senwu leaned forward, with a scary expression on his honest face.

"Why?" Yan Muyun asked softly.

"Because I hope that the person who catches me is an upright law enforcer, not an indecisive young man!"

The man who was submissive in front of Yan Muyun the day before yesterday showed amazing courage after losing everything.

In fact, which ordinary person is not like this?

Everyone is usually tightly bound by various rules in society and the workplace, but when family, work, and even freedom are deprived of them. When there are no more things to care about or taboos about, people tend to show their truest side.

"Tell me, if you don't even have the heart to arrest me, what if your relatives and friends commit crimes in the future? Will you help them cover it up?" Dai Senwu leaned forward on the table, and his tone was so fierce that he even spoke Crystal droplets were sprayed out.

Yan Muyun wiped his face and said calmly: "I understand."

When I watched the video of the punisher that night, I had clearly warned myself that as a commissioner of the Special Branch, I often need to make decisions that fit my status.

As expected, I am still a rookie. If I don't pay attention, my way of thinking will change back to that of an ordinary person.

Yan Muyun raised his head slightly, looked at the face of the middle-aged man in front of him, and said sincerely: "Thank you."