2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

At 11:37 pm, there was the sound of unlocking at the entrance.

Yan Yiming, who had a tired look on his face, was shocked by the scene in front of him as soon as he walked in. His son and his brother were sitting in the living room playing games online on the monitor. The atmosphere was extremely harmonious.

He usually doesn't say it, but he is very clear in his heart. In fact, the relationship between the two people has never been very good. His son is obviously a little resistant to this uncle who is only a few years older than him. He rarely takes the initiative to talk to each other at home.

Hmm... Kotaki seems to be like this to everyone?

In any case, the fact that two young people can play games together is a symbol of the progress of friendship.

"What's wrong with you two today?" Yan Yiming asked with a smile as he bent down to change his shoes.

"He asked me to play with him about a new fighting game on the market," Yan Long responded expressionlessly, while Mu Yun let out a somewhat embarrassed laugh.

If this scene were seen in the eyes of an uninformed person, it would be difficult to tell who was whose uncle and whose nephew.

Anyway, now his son has gone to work, and the other one who is playing with toys is still his brother. Yan Yiming is too lazy to care about the two of them, and walks forward with his arms folded on his chest and watches the battle with interest for a while.

Then he spotted the mostly untouched barbecue on the table, pointed at it and asked, "Isn't it delicious?"

"It's unpalatable." Yan Muyun's words were concise and to the point.

"Then don't order it next time." Seeing that the two of them were having a good fight, Yan Yiming took the initiative to bend down, put the barbecue away and threw it into the trash can nearby.

What he didn't notice was that Yan Muyun's eyes had left the screen, staring at his movements with wide eyes, a look of pain on his face.

"You've been coming back later and later lately." Yan Long put down the game controller and looked at his father.

A smile appeared on Yan Yiming's face, as if he was a little relieved that his son finally cared about him. But he hesitated, and finally just shook his head and said three words: "Nothing."

"Everyone here is a commissioner of the Special Branch. They are our own people. What can't we say?" Yan Muyun has disliked his younger brother's attitude of hiding everything no matter how big or small he encounters since he was a child.

"Actually, it's nothing." Yan Yiming sighed, with a helpless expression:

"The alien species outside the city have been much more active recently through satellite monitoring. Many mature and elite species have secretly and covertly moved toward the city. We even discovered two king species, so the General Administration has been a lot busier recently."

"Is there any precedent for this kind of thing?" Yan Muyun frowned slightly.

"Yes, it has happened several times before. Most of them started to get restless after the number of alien species wandering outside reached a certain level..." Yan Yiming yawned as he spoke. Very tired.

He turned around and walked towards the back room, and at the same time warned: "You two, remember not to play too late. I will go to bed directly after taking a shower."

"Oh, okay." Yan Muyun stretched his neck and responded.

After making sure that his brother had closed the bedroom door, he drew back his neck and asked in a solemn voice, "Can this be considered a message?"

"I don't know, it probably doesn't count." Yan Long said expressionlessly. After all, this kind of thing is not a secret. There are many ways to investigate it, and it will not bring any profit to the Holy Cloth.

They had just been chatting and realized that it was a little late. They were worried that when Yan Yiming came back and saw the two of them having a long conversation in the living room, they would notice something fishy, ​​so they decided to use the game as a cover to cover it up.

"Are you really not going to report Golden Eyes?" Yan Long was more concerned about another issue at this time.

The feeling of those golden eyes ten minutes ago was too shocking to him, and even now when he thinks about it, his spine still feels numb.

"I plan to wait until this is over before reporting it." Yan Muyun said with a wry smile:

"If the superiors now find out that I have golden eyes, they will probably be arrested and cooperate with a series of ability tests, and they may be hidden and protected later. If that happens, I will definitely have no chance to get involved with you. These things."

"I can handle these things on my own without your intervention," Yan Long said.

"But the problem now is that your grandpa and grandma's brains are in other people's hands." Yan Muyun turned to look at his nephew and said in a sincere tone: "I'm not accusing you of anything, I just want to ensure that they are safe as soon as possible. Safety."

"So what are you going to do?" Yan Long frowned slightly.

"I want to redeem your grandparents' brains. To put it bluntly, I just need money. It's very simple." Yan Muyun licked his lower lips, with a glimmer in his eyes: "From now on, don't reveal anything to the Holy Clothes again." News, we just need to pay the liquidated damages."

Yan Taki remained silent and did not speak, wanting to see what clever ideas this guy who had been sleeping for thirty years and whose interpersonal relationships had almost disappeared could come up with to collect nearly 2 million with capital and profits in a short period of time.

"There are 200,000 in my bank account now." Yan Muyun stretched out two fingers and said seriously:

"Tomorrow we will go to the Peach Blossom Spring together. I will participate in the gladiatorial battle first. If the process goes well, I will probably be able to collect 2 million by winning 3 games in a row. Then you can go directly to the fourth floor and tell Black Umbrella that you want to terminate the contract with Saint Clothes."

"Is this your plan?" Yan Long stroked his forehead.

"Don't forget that I have golden eyes." Yan Muyun took off his nephew's hand and looked directly into his eyes with a firm tone:

"You told me before that Professor Lin said, 'The left eye of a god contains infinite wisdom, and the right eye of a god shows supreme authority.' I have wanted to understand the meaning of this sentence from the beginning."

"Since the pale pupil that represents 'wisdom' means the ultimate development of the brain field, then the golden pupil that represents 'authority' is physical fitness, or fighting instinct. After all, the basis of power is, to put it bluntly, powerful violence. You cannot fight No one will be in awe of you."

"What I said has actually come true many times some time ago, but I didn't think about it in this aspect." Yan Muyun counted one by one with his fingers:

"For example, I quickly mastered the art of grappling and knocked down Luo Binghan and Captain Wei in one blow. For example, I participated in a gladiatorial fight for a mission and defeated the 'Phantom''s superpowers by relying on my physical fitness and reflexes. There was also the stalker the night before yesterday. Or, the other party obviously did not reveal his whereabouts throughout the whole process, but I could feel the hostility coming from him in advance."

"These unexplainable things that have happened to me, if there is a 'golden eye' as a premise, it is simply not too reasonable."

Yan Long looked at his eyes with a faint golden glow in the dark depths, and nodded hesitantly.

...

Yan Muyun's eyes were open until 3 a.m. the next day. He rolled over and over from the head of the bed to the foot of the bed and even under the bed all night, but there was still no trace of sleep in his mind.

Life was too dramatic for him. In the morning, Dai Senwu grabbed his collar and asked, "What if your relatives and friends commit crimes in the future?" In the evening, his nephew personally admitted a series of illegal behaviors he had committed.

His heart had already hit rock bottom, and then inexplicably found that he had suddenly become one of the only owners of the 'Golden Eyes' in the world.

The mixture of sadness and excitement finally turned into numbness and confusion. The extremely complicated emotions almost drove him crazy.

Fortunately, Yan Muyun has been very good at relieving pressure (escape) for himself since he was a child.

For example, this time my math score is low but my English score is high, then on average I have not declined. For example, a 2,000-word paper is due in one day, but after careful calculation, it only takes about 10 hours to write 2,000 words, which means that there are still 14 hours left to play games on the phone. Another example is that although I failed the exam this time, I will still have the opportunity to take the make-up exam later. As long as I review well before the make-up exam, I will be fine.

Admittedly, none of the above are good examples and I don’t recommend that you learn from them.

But one thing I have to admit is that Yan Muyun rarely suffers from psychological problems such as anxiety or even depression.

Although the eldest nephew broke the law, it was not serious. As long as he surrendered in time and he was a minor, the punishment should not be too serious.

Although his parents' brains are in the hands of the black organization at this time, it doesn't matter as long as the other party is reasonable, there is still room for change.

The boat will naturally go straight when it reaches the bridge, and the car will find its way to the mountain. There are always more methods than difficulties.

No matter how fucked up things happen in life, as long as the person is alive, he will always overcome this hurdle.

The ability to self-explain is really important, because sometimes no matter how anxious or difficult you are, it won’t go away, so you might as well calm down and deal with it.

There are too many people who get into trouble and endanger themselves, and I will never be one of them.

Around 4:30 in the morning, Yan Muyun finally fell asleep.