2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

In the elevator, Yan Muyun tried to press the button for the negative floor, but the words "Unauthorized to go" were displayed on the touch panel.

At this time, Ye Buyu came over, pressed the 2nd floor button, and said softly: "It looks like you need to swipe your ID card and facial recognition to go to the top and negative floors."

Yan Muyun frowned slightly: "It's not difficult to get an ID card, but what about facial recognition?"

"I'll take care of it." The elevator door opened, Ye Buyu lowered his hood, and then hugged his arms tightly, showing a weak look.

Yan Muyun also naturally held her shoulders, and the two walked out like a real young couple.

Since entering the hospital, Ye Buyu has taken off his ability suppressor and listened carefully to the voices of the people around him, but he has not heard any useful information along the way.

The nurses in charge of reception in the hall, as well as the patients' family members walking around, should be ordinary people, and have not been exposed to the deeper secrets of this hospital.

When the two of them walked to the door of a department, Ye Buyu suddenly pulled Yan Muyun's sleeve: "Wait here, the doctor inside needs to go to the toilet."

A few seconds later, a male doctor wearing a white coat with his ID hanging around his neck opened the door and walked out.

"Are you feeling better now, baby? Does your stomach still hurt?" Yan Muyun gently rubbed the girl's head through the hood with a gentle tone.

"Yes." Ye Buyu nodded slightly, his tone still a little aggrieved.

"You rest here for a while, I'll go to the toilet first." Yan Muyun helped her sit down, then turned and followed the doctor, one after another, into the men's toilet not far away.

The doctor stood at the innermost urinal, while Hua Muyun walked to his side generously, and then began to unbuckle his belt.

There are eight urinals in total! Do you have to be next to me? ?

Do you know that you have violated the basic etiquette of men when going to the toilet? ?

The doctor was made uncomfortable by him, but the zipper of his pants had already been pulled down, so he couldn't change his position, so he had no choice but to continue.

However, he never expected that the young man next to him would take the initiative to strike up a conversation with him: "Doctor, what is your surname?"

The corner of the male doctor's mouth twitched, and he turned around helplessly to look at him, barely showing a smile: "Your surname is Wu."

"I would like to ask, my girlfriend always has stomachaches. What kind of symptoms does this usually cause? Is it serious?" Yan Muyun asked seriously.

You kid can't ask these things in the office, but has to ask in the toilet? And I’m not in charge of internal medicine either!

Dr. Wu was complaining crazily in his heart, but he still had an embarrassed and polite smile on the surface: "Maybe her stomach is relatively fragile. Eat less spicy food and less cold food. You should rub her belly more often. It should be better. ."

"Oh, okay, thank you." Yan Muyun nodded.

Then the atmosphere fell into silence, and only the faint sound of water running could be heard in the quiet toilet.

"Doctor Wu?"

"Huh?" The doctor was going crazy.

"You've finished peeing."

What the hell is this problem?

"Hmm... um." Dr. Wu didn't know how to respond, so he just said something perfunctory. He tied his belt and walked out, wanting nothing more than to escape from this strange guy.

However, the next second, he felt something hit the back of his neck. His eyes rolled and his consciousness fell into darkness.

While Yan Muyun caught his limp body from behind, he muttered softly: "It turns out that hitting this place is really useful."

Hitting the back of the neck compresses the nerve center, causing the person to lose consciousness instantly. He had only seen this technique in movies before, but after entering Chenjing Academy, a fighting coach actually taught him this technique.

For targets of different sizes, there are strict standards for where to hit and how hard it is required.

After Yan Muyun mastered this move, he never had a chance to use it. His hands were itchy, but now he finally got his wish.

"Hmph, the baby screamed very smoothly just now." At this moment, the girl's voice came from the door of the toilet.

Yan Muyun raised his head and smiled honestly: "Do all the tricks to avoid being suspected."

"Tell me! Do you often call other girls this way? Why are you so skillful!" Ye Buyu, who had taken off his hood, raised his eyebrows and revealed a fierce look in his eyes.

"I sleep during the day and only stay with you at night. I don't have time to hook up with other girls." Yan Muyun said while taking off the work badge from the neck of the unconscious Dr. Wu.

Ye Buyu knelt down beside him, tilted his head and looked at him seriously: "I noticed that you are very different from usual after injecting the medicine."

"What's the difference?"

"Too much glib tongue."

"It's just like when you stay up all night and suddenly a big pot of wind oil is poured on your face, your energy will inevitably become high." Yan Muyun shrugged, and then asked: "You said you can handle facial recognition , how to do it? Move him into the elevator too? "

"Get out of the way." Ye Buyu squeezed him away twice, then stretched out a finger and touched the unconscious Dr. Wu's forehead. After about ten seconds, he took back his hand: "Okay. "

"What's better?" Yan Muyun was full of doubts, but when he turned to look to his side, his eyes widened for a moment.

There was Doctor Wu lying on the ground, and "Doctor Wu" was squatting next to him.

Seeing him looking towards her, "Doctor Wu" with a light blue beard on his face showed a sweet smile.

Yan Muyun covered his eyes with his hands and couldn't bear to look directly: "What is your superpower?"

"I won't tell you." When Ye Buyu spoke again, his voice had turned into a mellow and deep male voice.

The two took off the unconscious Dr. Wu's white coat, tore it into strips of cloth, tied his hands and feet, gagged his mouth, and stuffed it into the last toilet cubicle.

"Is the you I saw before the real you?" Yan Muyun asked helplessly as he looked at the man in front of him who was wearing a white coat, his hands in his pockets, and a smirk on his face.

"Nonsense, have you ever seen anyone who can use abilities while wearing an ability suppressor?" Dr. Wu rolled his eyes.

Yan Muyun breathed a sigh of relief. After all, the other party wore an ability suppressor most of the time, so he could definitely be a beautiful girl.

To be honest, when he saw Ye Buyu's changed appearance, his heart thumped.

At a certain moment, he even thought that the unscrupulous killer Matt from Menxia City had been lurking around him disguised as a beautiful girl.

But now that I have calmed down, I can find that their abilities are still different. Jun Qianmian's ability is to change and shape his body at will, while Ye Buyu's ability is just to change into another person's appearance, and even the clothes the other person is wearing can be changed.

The two walked out of the toilet and stood waiting at the elevator entrance with very natural expressions.

"The surveillance camera at ten o'clock may have captured you entering the men's room." Yan Muyun said in a low voice.

Ye Buyu smiled and nodded to the passing nurse, then whispered back: "It's okay, I turned it to the side when I went in. It should only have captured you and Dr. Wu going in, and then you and... Doctor Wu' come out."

The elevator door opened and the two of them walked in one after the other.

What they didn't see was that at the moment the elevator door closed, a young man's figure walked out of the emergency corridor next to him and turned around and walked into the men's room.

Zhan Lewen kicked open the door of the last toilet and looked at the poor doctor who was sitting on the toilet with his body side leaning against the partition board and his head hanging down expressionlessly.

After a moment of silence, he took out his cell phone and set a ten-minute countdown.