2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

When Yan Muyun learned about the secret mission given to him by the Strange Detection Department, he was a little excited.

Just thinking about working with the police to find possible moles planted by black organizations within government agencies will make your spine tingle.

It feels like being the protagonist in a spy drama, using clues to find out the flaws of the mole before he can detect it. At the same time, he has to guard against revenge from the black organization behind him. His partner is a young policewoman who is both beautiful and powerful.

The above factors combined make it a European and American popcorn movie. All I have to do is wear a suit, sunglasses, drive a sports car, and don't have a pistol on my waist.

However, the revelation of the truth was so unexpected, and the truth revealed was so unacceptable.

There are no dangerous intrigues, no fierce battles caused by villains trying to kill people and silence them.

His nephew, the first person he saw when he opened his eyes after sleeping for thirty years, and his only blood relative in the world, sat on the sofa and told him expressionlessly what the police and the Special Branch were looking for. The mole is me.

Yan Muyun gently rubbed his forehead with his hand: "It would be fine if you just illegally uploaded consciousness through the hospital, but... selling information to black organizations, do you know what this means?"

"I know it very well, so from the beginning I planned to surrender after the incident was over." Yan Taki leaned on the sofa and spoke calmly.

"Have you ever thought about the impact of this on your father?" Yan Muyun asked.

"He may be dismissed, but so what." There was no emotion in Yan Long's words:

"Anyway, with his current status, even if he is dismissed, it won't have much impact. Those big private companies will rush to spend money to hire him. Only he cares about his job, and I only care about my grandparents."

Yan Muyun was silent for a long time, and then spoke again after a while, with a hard voice: "What about your own future? Where is Chenjing University? Didn't we agree that we should go to school together?"

Yan Taki's expression remained indifferent: "From the moment I agreed to the agreement, I never imagined that I could still go to college. What I said before was just acting."

"I'm sorry." Yan Muyun gritted his teeth.

"Why are you apologizing? What does it have to do with you?" Yan Long frowned slightly and looked a little confused.

Yan Muyun raised his head, his eyes a little red: "You don't want your grandparents to leave with regrets, and you want them to wait until the day I wake up, so you don't hesitate to break the law and ruin your own future to do this, right? ?”

"You are too self-righteous. In my memory, you are just a vegetative person lying on the bed. I have almost no feelings for you, and I have no way of understanding my grandparents' feelings for you, so naturally I won't do anything for you."

Yan Long said expressionlessly: "The cause of all this is that a little kid who hasn't grown up chose to ignore the feelings of his grandparents because of his extremely selfish mentality. In order to force them to stay with him, he went his own way. A lot of impulsive decisions were made.”

The living room fell into silence, and the atmosphere was depressing and almost solid.

After an unknown amount of time, Yan Muyun asked softly: "If you confess everything in one go, aren't you afraid that I will report you to the police immediately?"

"You won't. Through this period of getting along, I know that your and my dad's personalities are very different. If it were him, I would be in prison halfway through the story." Yan Long moved his gaze to elsewhere.

Yan Muyun narrowed his eyes slightly: "People change too. I know now that although I am just an intern, I am still a law enforcer to a certain extent. Fulfilling my obligations should be the first criterion."

Yan Long seemed not to hear what he said, staring blankly at the empty floor with an expressionless face:

"I made an agreement with the 'Crystal Angels'. I will tell him the inside information of the three special bureaus, and they will give me a two-thirds reduction in the cost of the surgery. Now my grandma's brain is still preserved with them. If I am arrested for And without being able to connect with them, it’s not hard to imagine what these guys would do.”

Yan Muyun closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then exhaled it slowly, almost talking in his sleep and asked, "Tell me more about the agreement you reached."

Yan Taki sat up straight: "First of all, 'Holy Cloth' only knows that I have channels to get internal information about the Special Branch, but he doesn't know who I am, which branch I am in, whether I am a formal commissioner, an intern commissioner, or just a certain commissioner. family members.”

"That is to say, Holy Clothes doesn't know who you are, so naturally it can't threaten your father through you." Yan Muyun breathed a sigh of relief.

"This transaction was completed with the assistance of Black Umbrella. That's what they guaranteed anyway." Yan Long nodded, and then continued:

"The information they asked me to provide must have actual value, otherwise it will not count. And I also have the same request, that is, they must not use this information to cause casualties to the police or Special Branch officers, and they must not use this information to endanger innocent people. safety of life and property.”

"If you find that the other party has breached the contract during the information transaction, you can notify the Black Umbrella, and they will act as an intermediary to judge and punish you. If I provide useless information many times, 'Crystal Angel' has the right to ask me to pay back the entire money within three days. If the other party If you violate the conditions I made, Black Umbrella will help me get grandma’s brain back.”

"It's...fair enough." Yan Muyun nodded.

Yan Taki continued: "I have already provided them with information once, which is the Dark River Society incident."

Yan Muyun smiled bitterly: "I have basically never doubted you before. Behind Xia Houhao is the Holy Clothes, and you caught Xia Houhao with your own hands. No matter how you look at it, it is impossible to be the mole planted by the Holy Clothes."

"The Holy Clothes don't know who I am. There is no conflict between me providing them with information and going against them." Yan Taki said calmly.

Yan Muyun took off his glasses and put them on the table, his voice a little tired: "But you can't provide them with information in the future. I can't watch you make another mistake again and again."

"What about grandma?" Yan Long asked.

"I'll figure it out."

"What can you do?"

"Still thinking."

"I have already provided them with information once. If I do it twice more, I will just stay in jail longer." Yan Taki's voice was as calm as a deep lake: "Compared to grandma's safety, I don't care about losing a few years of freedom."

"Do your grandparents know? Do you know what you have done for them?" Yan Muyun lowered his head and put the heel of his palm against his eye sockets and rubbed hard.

"Of course I hid it from them."

"Do you think they are willing to see these so-called contributions of yours?"

"There's no need to act like an elder and preach to me, I know everything I need to know." Yan Long's brows wrinkled slightly, and his tone was already a little impatient.

"I'm not preaching to you, I just feel guilty." Yan Muyun rubbed his eyes vigorously, as if something had entered them and made him very uncomfortable:

"If I hadn't been in a coma for thirty years, you wouldn't have to carry so many things."

"Your coma has already happened. There is no point in talking about it now." Yan Taki said coldly.

"I know, I know..." Yan Muyun was choked twice by his nephew. Now he just felt anxious and his chest was blocked, and there was an evil energy in his heart that he couldn't let out.

He took a deep breath and slowly raised his head: "Anyway, I will go to the Peach Blossom Garden tomorrow night, and at least redeem your grandfather's brain first."

"You..." Yan Long opened his mouth to say something, but his voice suddenly choked.

Yan Muyun felt a little strange and looked at the other person in confusion: "What's wrong with me?"

"Your eyes." Yan Long shook his head, as if he couldn't believe what he saw.

"What's wrong with my eyes?" Yan Muyun subconsciously turned his head and looked at the floor-to-ceiling window not far away.

It was dark outside, and the transparent glass turned into a mirror, reflecting the scene in the living room.

A blurry figure was sitting on the sofa and turned his head to look at him, his eyes as bright as gold.