2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

Outside the abandoned town, there was a black command box car.

Wearing a well-tailored black suit, Xu Wenzhe crossed his legs and stroked the black cat in his arms. He looked at him with a pair of fox eyes and smiled: "Is it necessary to push them so hard? That boy Yue Xiao looks like he is almost scared. Peed my pants.”

"No way, time is running out." The person who replied was an old man with a goatee sitting in a wheelchair, wearing a gray Tang suit, and his shiny head looked like it had been waxed.

If those hard-working students who were working hard in the small town at this time would be shocked when they saw him, after all, no one would have thought that the competition drills of several young students could alarm the dean.

"Time is running out? What happened?" Xu Wenzhe became interested, sat up straight and asked.

Zhuge Xiangming did not speak, but a middle-aged woman with still charming charm behind him spoke: "Three days ago, they came again."

"Them?" Xu Wenzhe was stunned.

The beautiful woman glanced at him sideways and said in a cold tone: "The angel, the purpose of coming here is to see him. But the attitude above was very tough and he was blocked."

Xu Wenzhe grinned: "Isn't it necessary? Just because of one person, the relationship with the messenger of the gods is at loggerheads?"

"The relationship hasn't reached the stage of stalemate yet. The people responsible for negotiations sent by the higher authorities are very high-level. I don't know what method they used to make those guys who call themselves the 'Supreme One' go back obediently..."

As the beautiful woman was talking, she suddenly seemed to remember something. She leaned down slightly and said with concern: "Teacher, it's time to take medicine. I'll get you some hot water."

"Okay, sorry to trouble you." Zhuge Xiangming chuckled.

Looking at the woman's leaving back, Xu Wenzhe's eyebrows couldn't help but twitch, and his originally tense face relaxed slightly.

Zhuge Xiangming noticed something strange about him, tilted his head slightly and said with a smile: "Are you still afraid of her?"

"There is no way not to be afraid." Xu Wenzhe showed a wry smile.

The middle-aged woman's name is Su Ya, who is the first graduate of Chenjing College. She was originally a student of Dean Zhuge Xiangming. After graduation, she applied directly to become his personal assistant without going anywhere else.

When Xu Wenzhe first joined the company, he accidentally "molested" her and was punished.

However, calling it "teasing" is actually a bit too much. For Xu Wenzhe himself, it was just a habitual and slightly frivolous compliment on the appearance of a beautiful member of the opposite sex. After all, he was only in his early twenties at that time. He often went to nightclubs and bars on weekdays, and it was inevitable that he had some bad habits of talking.

However, it was such a small thing that he didn't take seriously that cost him a heavy price.

If you want to sum up Xu Wenzhe's life during that period in one sentence, it would be "forgotten by the whole world".

When he went to the cafeteria to eat, his aunt asked him four times what he wanted to eat while preparing three dishes, as if her memory would be reset as soon as she lowered her head. When he went to class, he found that the class was occupied, and the teacher who occupied the class and the students below looked at him with confusion, as if he was an uninvited guest who should not be here. He said hello to a new colleague who he just met yesterday, but the other person called the security guard with a vigilant look, saying that there was a suspicious unknown person on campus. In the end, he quickly took out his ID to avoid being forced to leave.

What made Xu Wenzhe collapse the most was that even his family had forgotten his existence. When he called his mother, he swore that he had given birth to a daughter in this life. Where did his son come from?

After three days of being forgotten by the whole world, he couldn't bear it anymore and broke into the dean's office. Only then did Zhuge Xiangming help him solve the matter.

It was also from then on that Xu Wenzhe realized what kind of existence he had "molested".

One of the ten thousand arts, [Forgetting], has the effect of erasing the memories and traces of a person's existence at the cognitive level of some people.

Su Ya just erased Xu Wenzhe's traces in the college and family, and almost drove him crazy.

Recalling everything in the past, Xu Wenzhe shuddered, and before the other party came back, he lowered his voice and said: "Dean, aren't you afraid of such a scary woman when you get along with her? She has the ability to make people's society in a real sense The power of sexual death."

Zhuge Xiangming gave him a strange look: "Why are you afraid? She won't take action against me."

"Tsk... Even an old couple will definitely have frictions. Haven't you two had any conflicts?" Unlike Su Ya, Xu Wenzhe was quite relaxed when chatting with the dean.

Zhuge Xiangming waved his hand: "Don't think blindly, the relationship between us is a pure teacher-student relationship. She only stayed to take care of me out of pity because I was an old man in poor health."

"You're almost 40 years old and you're still not married?" Xu Wenzhe raised his eyebrows.

Zhuge Xiangming was too lazy to pay attention to him: "I can't tell you, you don't understand."

"I understand, Plato." Xu Wenzhe's fox eyes narrowed to a slit.

"What are you talking about?" A woman's voice sounded coldly from behind.

Xu Wenzhe trembled, and turned around with an elegant and gentle smile on his face: "We are discussing how to give these students a training plan."

"What's the plan?"

"The plan is to leave full power to these big guys from the military. They are very experienced in training newcomers, so we are reassured."

...

Time passes and the sun gradually sets in the west.

In a clean building on the west side of the town, a group of young students who were "surviving the disaster" walked in dejectedly.

"Holy shit, what is that!" The one who exclaimed was Di Haotian. This guy was in ragged clothes and had a gray face. He looked like he had been severely beaten. It was rare for him to be so active.

I saw him running to the corner of the hall, where there were dolls wearing black combat uniforms stacked against the wall.

Yue Xiao walked over and took a look, his eyes suddenly widened because he found that these dolls looked very familiar without exception.

There are Karl, Yu Shuyi, Peng Peng, Zhang Xiaotian...well, even myself. Some red liquid was splashed on it, and her hands and feet were weirdly twisted, and the shape looked a bit oozing.

"Why not me!" Di Haotian suddenly shouted, his tone sounding quite disappointed.

"The purpose of making these dolls is to stimulate your potential. If your 'corpse' is made, the first time many people see it will not be anger or fear, but confusion...for example, 'This guy' How did you die?" A slender and muscular man came in from behind and answered with a smile.

He had dark skin, a resolute face, and was holding a black mask in his hand. He was the mysterious man who had beaten Di Haotian violently before.

After listening to the other party's explanation, Yue Xiao nodded thoughtfully. No wonder there was no Yan Muyun doll inside. After all, his [Silver Guard] and Golden Eyes' danger perception combined were bug-level. .

If they saw that this guy was dead, the remaining people would probably just think about "leaving green mountains without worrying about having no firewood" or "it's never too late for a gentleman to take revenge" and run away.

After thinking about it, Yue Xiao's pupils suddenly shrank and she yelled angrily: "You bitch, what are you doing!!"

Without anyone noticing, Di Haotian took off the clothes of the "Yuexiao Doll".

"Oh, grown man, why are you so shy?" The guy waved his hand without looking back, and then looked at it carefully: "Well, it seems that only the head is made more similar, there are no details on the body, it's all bare... ..Forehead......"

He groaned, his eyes turned white and he fell to the ground.

A few meters away, Yue Xiao retracted her palm with a gloomy look, walked over and kicked him hard several times.