2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

With the support of his father and younger brother, Yan Muyun slowly lay on the bed.

At this time, his face was slightly red, his forehead was hot, and his breathing was even a little faster.

Yan Guocheng found a forehead thermometer gun from under the TV cabinet in the living room and pointed it at his eldest son's forehead. The screen showed "38.3" degrees. It seemed that he did have a fever, but fortunately it was not serious at the moment.

Li Hui hurriedly walked in from the door, put the wet towel in her hand on her son's forehead, and looked extremely worried: "I was fine just after getting off the plane. How can I catch a cold?"

Yan Muyun coughed twice, his voice a little hoarse: "Maybe the air conditioner on the plane was turned on too much."

Yan Guocheng patted the shoulder of his youngest son beside him: "Why don't you quickly go to the pharmacy downstairs and buy some fever-reducing medicine for your brother?"

"Don't you need to go to the hospital?" Li Hui was a little worried.

Yan Muyun, who was lying on the bed, waved his hand and said with a weak smile: "No, no, no, your son is in very good physical condition. He has hardly been sick in the past two years. He just has a fever now. He will be fine tomorrow after a nap." good."

Li Hui sighed, but did not continue to insist: "Okay, I will make ginger and jujube tea for you. After drinking, cover yourself tightly with the quilt and cover yourself with sweat."

"Then I'm going to buy medicine first." Yan Yiming was worried about his brother's condition and didn't dare to delay any longer. He said hello and hurried to the door to change his shoes.

The Yan family lives on the 31st floor, and the stairs are almost a decoration for their family.

Yan Yiming stood in front of the elevator door. While waiting for the elevator, he took out his mobile phone and read the recent news.

After briefly browsing the page, he shook his head helplessly. Just as I expected, there is still no relevant information about "superpowers".

Although his father and brother both thought this was just nonsense, Yan Yiming knew very well that this matter was true...

While he was thinking wildly, with a soft "ding" sound, the elevator door in front of him opened.

A figure wearing a black hoodie walked out from inside. Yan Yiming subconsciously turned sideways, passed him and walked into the elevator.

After the elevator door slowly closed, Yan Yiming suddenly felt something strange. He turned on the phone screen and looked at the time. It was already nine o'clock in the evening.

He thought of the young man wearing a hoodie just now. He looked about twenty years old and had a somewhat gloomy temperament.

Yan Yiming had no impression of this person. He probably wasn't a resident of this floor.

It's so late, are you still visiting your friends?

The elevator door slowly closed, and the numbers on the indicator light began to decrease, indicating that the elevator was going down.

The man wearing a black hoodie turned around, reached out and took off his hat, revealing a young and ordinary face, and stared blankly at the silver-white elevator door for a long time.

After about ten seconds, he withdrew his gaze and walked towards the door at the corner of the corridor.

...

In the room, Yan Guocheng sat on the sofa with a frown on his face. His eldest son fell ill and had a fever just after returning home, which made his originally happy mood become a little gloomy.

Dong-dong-dong, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Li Hui, who had just settled her son, came out and asked slightly confused: "Did Xiaobao forget to bring his keys when he went out?"

"Maybe." Yan Guocheng was thinking about other things at this time. He waved his hand casually and motioned for his wife to open the door.

Their family lives in a high-end community, and every door is guarded by security guards, and access cards are required for entry and exit. As soon as he left the house, he remembered that he didn't have the key and came back to knock on the door. This was not the first time that boy Yan Yiming had done it.

Li Hui picked up the key from the table, opened the door, and murmured: "You, you, you are so careless every day...who are you!?"

Hearing his wife's exclamation, Yan Guozheng stood up immediately and strode towards the door.

Li Hui's reaction was already very fast. When she realized that it was not Yan Yiming, she immediately closed the door, but the other party was too strong and squeezed in.

This uninvited guest was wearing a black hoodie, his face was a little pale, he looked very young, and his facial features gave Yan Guocheng a familiar feeling.

But at this time, he naturally had no intention of thinking about the source of that familiar feeling. He pointed at the other person and shouted loudly: "It is against the law to break into a house without permission. Get out!"

Li Hui had already ran into the kitchen, pulled out a kitchen knife from the knife holder, pointed the tip of the knife at the intruder with trembling hands, and screamed: "Get out! Get out!"

Facing the shouts of the two men, the young man's pale face showed no expression, his gray eyes stared at Yan Guocheng, and a hint of mockery appeared in the corner of his mouth: "Principal Yan, you are worthy of being the head of a school, you are really impressive. "

"You are..." Yan Guocheng's eyes widened slightly, and he finally remembered the source of the familiar feeling: "Zhang Yu? Why are you in Menxia?"

"It's such an honor that you can still remember me." Zhang Yu bowed slightly to him.

Although the other party was her husband's former student, Li Hui still did not dare to take it lightly and continued to point the knife at the other party.

If it is a normal student visiting the teacher, why not contact him by mobile phone in advance? It's not normal to come to your door like this suddenly, and it's still at night, no matter how you think about it.

The other party is a strong young man, while I and my husband are both in their late fifties. The younger son has just gone out and the older son is bedridden with a fever. If the other party really has any ill intentions, the couple may not be able to deal with it.

The more Li Hui thought about it, the more uneasy she became, and she yelled: "Whether you are a student of Laoyan or not, it's too late now. We don't welcome you in our family..."

Before the word "you" was uttered, she only felt a short and dull explosion sound in her ears, and then there seemed to be many glassware shattering behind her, and the sound of various things falling to the ground was endless.

"Li Hui!" The husband not far away exclaimed, looking at her with eyes filled with horror.

Li Hui shook her head gently to drive away the dizziness in her mind, and then turned her head to look. All he saw was a mess behind him.

The cabinet seemed to have been hit hard several times with a baseball bat. The glass cabinet door was shattered to pieces. The spices and cups inside were scattered on the tiled floor, and many of them were smashed to pieces.

Li Hui turned her head and looked at the young man in front of her with eyes that seemed to be looking at a devil. Her lips trembled slightly and she uttered a syllable: "You...you..."

But she couldn't say what she said next, because she found that only half of the kitchen knife in her hand was left.

The cross section was rough and sharp, as if it had been broken directly by inhuman force.

The young man named Zhang Yu stretched out his right hand, put his index finger in front of his mouth, and shushed softly: "Principal Yan, Auntie, from now on, please let us all calm down and talk calmly, okay?"