2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

"This way." Jun Qianmian gestured to Yan Muyun to follow him.

Entering the men's room, Jun Qianmian began to take off his clothes, throwing his uniform into a locked toilet cubicle, then picked up a balled up coat from the sink and put it on.

The compartment door opened, and Team Liu, who was buttoning and adjusting his collar, walked out. He was obviously stunned when he saw Yan Muyun, but then a smile with unknown meaning appeared on his dark and simple face.

Yan Muyun probably knew what he was laughing at, but he didn't bother to explain. Anyway, at least on the surface, he was "complicit" in this matter.

"Thank you." Jun Qian waved to Captain Liu, who just nodded slightly and walked out of the men's room.

"How many police officers like him are there here?" Yan Muyun asked.

"Don't get me wrong, not much." Jun Qianmian turned around and gave him a toothy smile: "It's just that when we think about it, there are police officers like him here."

"Don't be so confident." Yan Muyun frowned slightly. Although he had seen a lot of similar things after waking up, at heart he was still a law-abiding and sunny young man in the early 21st century, so he felt somewhat uncomfortable about this.

Jun Qianmian smiled, but did not continue the topic. He said: "What you just said is right. That guy is so timid. I fainted after being frightened. His bones can't be that hard. I was so scared. If you still don’t confess after reaching that level, there could only be other reasons.”

"What are you going to do next? Go check that heavenly realm cloud building?" Yan Muyun asked.

"I've heard of this name. It's a pretty high-end restaurant in the city. I've eaten there several times..." Jun Qianmian's voice gradually lowered, and there was a fierceness in his eyes: " No matter what he does, if we tie up the boss first, we will definitely be able to ask some questions."

To be fair, Yan Muyun wanted to call the police now. But when I thought about it, I seemed to be at the police station, and I had just witnessed an honest and gray transaction between the other party and a squad leader.

Besides, this guy's brain is not normal at all, and I am afraid that no one except a few people can stop what he has decided. Even if the police or the Special Branch were really approached to stop him, a fight between the two sides would only increase the losses.

From this point of view, it seems that pretending to know nothing seems to be the most appropriate choice.

Jun Qianmian glanced over and seemed to know what he was thinking. He curled his lips and said "tsk": "Don't worry, I'm not a madman who kills people on sight. I have a sense of proportion."

Yan Muyun grinned, revealing an expressionless smile. He had just seen the terrifying and morbid side of the other party less than five minutes ago, and it was really hard to imagine whether his so-called "measurement" was what normal people understood.

At this moment, a crisp bell rang.

Yan Muyun took out his mobile phone and saw an unknown caller.

Jun Qianmian's brows raised slightly, as if he guessed who was opposite him, and a playful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Yan Muyun put the phone to his ear, and heard the deep and cold voice of a middle-aged man from the other side:

"Hello."

Yan Muyun didn't respond. He guessed who the other party was.

It’s hard to imagine that a greasy, bald, middle-aged man who shouts loudly in restaurants every day can produce such a magnetic voice.

Maybe because he didn't speak, there was silence on the other end of the phone for a while, and then he spoke again after a few seconds: "Thank you."

"Oh." Yan Muyun touched his nose and felt a little uncomfortable with Jun Qianmian's unabashed observation of his expression, so he simply turned away.

"Although I don't know what method you used, judging from the result, you did save Xiaoxue's life..." The man did not show any strange emotions because of his indifference. His voice was still calm, but he said The content is somewhat disturbing:

"Everything in Menxia City, as long as you ask, I will help you get it."

"Oh..." Yan Muyun touched his chin, and seemed to really think about what he wanted. After a few seconds, he seemed to have decided, patted his forehead and said, "Okay, I won't bother you." Now. Let me be the 'umbrella handle' of the black umbrella, and I can take whatever I want."

"I won't bother you anymore..." Jun Qianmian repeated this sentence in a low voice, with a somewhat unstretched expression on his face.

He knows the grudge between these two people, and although rationally he should side with the former boss...but when has he ever been rational?

Jun Qianmian just wanted to gloat about Zhang Feiyu being choked. If there was a bucket of caramel popcorn at this time, it would be a worldly enjoyment.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds, and then he said calmly: "I'll give it to you, do you want it?"

Yan Muyun was too lazy to argue with him, and frowned slightly: "I saved Xixue without thinking about repaying it. This ends here."

"Okay." Zhang Feiyu is also an open-minded person, and he didn't even pull a round. Since you said you don't want to repay, then you don't want to.

Yan Muyun's mouth twitched slightly: "So you called me just to say thank you?"

"And one more thing."

The other end of the phone fell into silence again, as if waiting for him to ask questions.

However, Yan Muyun didn't like the other party and kept his mouth shut.

Finally, Zhang Feiyu spoke: "The girl who came to the hospital with Xixue was also poisoned and is being treated in the emergency room."

"What?" Yan Muyun's eyes suddenly opened wide. This was the first time his expression changed since he answered the phone, and his tone became a little irritable: "Shouldn't there be police in the hospital to protect the victims? And you black umbrellas Where are the people?”

He knew that the poison was so strong that it would kill someone in just a few seconds. Without the protection of his red blood vessels, it would be difficult to guarantee Zhang Zitong's 100% survival even if he was pushed to the emergency room immediately.

Zhang Feiyu's tone also changed for the first time, and it was more chilly than before: "I don't know how the other party did it. When the girl saw our couple coming, she took the initiative to leave the ward. Then in less than five minutes, she She was found suddenly collapsed in the corridor. No one knows how she was attacked. The police have now controlled everyone present, whether patients or medical staff..."

Yan Muyun was upset when he heard this and couldn't help but interrupt: "Why didn't you tell me about such a big thing earlier? Why did you just talk to me about all this nonsense!?"

"That girl is fine." Zhang Feiyu said calmly.

"You..." Yan Muyun got stuck.

It seems that I have underestimated the power of modern medicine, or overestimated the ability of red blood cells.

Then he felt inexplicably annoyed and felt like he was at a disadvantage in this conversation.

"Come to the hospital early." After saying this, the other person hung up the phone.

Yan Muyun put the phone back into his pocket, his face becoming a little gloomy.

First, Zhang Xixue was poisoned, which is easy to explain. After all, the other party had always been in an industry that offended people. Moreover, her identity is so sensitive, there are probably many people who secretly want to attack her.

But Zhang Zitong is different. Her being poisoned made things more complicated by more than one order of magnitude. After all, she is just an ordinary middle school girl...

No, no, she is not ordinary.

Yan Muyun suddenly remembered two names, "Dark River Club" and "Saint Clothes".

The former is the black organization that Zhang Zitong's father, Zhang Zihao, once belonged to. Not long after Yan Muyun became an intern at the Special Branch last year, the "Punisher" sent a video of the trial and murder of Zhang Zihao. The Special Branch and the police took this as an opportunity to eradicate this organization.

The latter was a black organization that had sent people to assassinate Zhang Zitong. It also had some connections with Yan Long, but was subsequently eliminated by the Black Umbrella and the police in a black and white attack.

Could it be that...the remnants of these two organizations were behind this poisoning incident?