2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

When Yan Muyun went down to the big office on the first floor, he saw all the specialists of Team A gathered together, looking up at the fluorescent blue electronic screen hanging on the wall.

He was a little curious, took out his glasses from his pocket, put them on, and leaned over.

Luo Binghan, who had changed into white short-sleeved clothes, was also standing in front of the screen. He glanced sideways behind him and moved a step to the side without revealing any trace, making some room.

Such a subconscious action made Yan Muyun feel a lot better about him.

At this time, a video was playing on the screen.

In a dark room, the curtains are tightly closed, and sitting on the chair in the center of the camera is a middle-aged man who is naked except for his underwear, his hands are tied behind his back, and his eyes are covered with black cloth.

He looked extremely frightened, his slightly protruding belly kept trembling with the trembling of his body, his legs were trembling even more, his underwear was vaguely wet, and unknown liquid was dripping from the edge of the chair.

Because something was stuffed in his mouth, he could only make an incomprehensible whine.

Behind the middle-aged man, a vague figure stood in front of the table, seemingly fiddling with something on it.

Yan Muyun opened his mouth, subconsciously wanting to say something, but seeing the solemn expressions of everyone around him, he swallowed his words again.

In the video, the blurry figure at the back moved, slowly walking toward the camera, and seemed to be holding something in his hand.

As the distance got closer, Yan Muyun could see the man's appearance clearly.

Wearing black tights and a dark red spiral-patterned mask on his face, only a pair of eyes were exposed.

"Violation" was Yan Muyun's first feeling when he saw these eyes.

How to describe it?

Pure, clear, and gentle, like a deer in the forest.

Just like the clean and sunny big boy in high school, no one can connect him with the weird and terrifying scene in the video.

"You can't argue between good-looking men and women" is probably the most appropriate way to describe these eyes.

"Hello everyone, I am the 'Punisher'."

The man's voice was not loud, with a vague magnetism that sounded very comfortable.

"The person we want to sanction today is the director of the personnel department of Yangde Electric Power Company, Zhang Zihao."

When he heard this sentence, the man on the chair struggled even more crazily, but because his body was tightly tied, he could not move at all.

The masked man ignored him, just took out a piece of paper from his pocket, shook it open, and read word for word:

"The name is Zhang Zihao. He is 45 years old and divorced. His daughter is 17 years old. On the surface, he works for Yangde Electric Power Company, but secretly he is a key member of the illegal organization "Dark River Society"."

"He once took advantage of his position to threaten two female subordinates, forcing them to become his mistress, and once had someone beat and maim the husband of one of them."

The masked man paused for a moment, raised his head and looked directly at the camera, as if looking at the person watching the video:

"The 'Dark River Society' is an illegal organization that has emerged in recent years. It is engaged in human trafficking, new drugs, smuggling and money laundering. Here, I will not read out what this organization has done. The relevant information and evidence have been sent to I believe they will crack down on him and sanction him.”

The video was suddenly paused, and Wei Jun shouted to the office inside: "Old Sun, have we received the notice from above?"

Sun Shuli's voice came out: "Not yet."

"Well, I guess it will be soon." Wei Jun responded, and then continued to play the video on the screen.

In the video, the masked man lowered his head and continued to look at the paper in his hand: "During the three years from 2049 to 2052, Zhang Zihao, as the backbone of the Dark River Society, handled millions of illegal transactions such as illegal drugs and arms. He once dealt with 4 A woman committed violence, killing and maiming three people. Two people were severely beaten before their deaths, and their hands and feet were broken..."

Yan Muyun couldn't bear to listen to the rest of the content.

He looked around and saw everyone with solemn expressions and frowns. Especially the young twins were clenching their teeth and their eyes seemed to be bursting with fire.

After reading out a series of inhuman things, the masked man picked up the camera, walked up to the man whose hands were tied behind his back, and pulled off the cloth covering his eyes:

"Look clearly at this demon's face. He looks like this."

Zhang Zihao has an ordinary face, just like a middle-aged uncle passing by on the street. No one can see the ugly soul beneath this ordinary skin.

At this time, his face was pale and he was shaking his head almost crazily, not wanting his appearance to be captured by the camera.

However, the masked man reached out and grabbed his chin, pointed the camera directly in front of him, and said coldly: "Why, you can do those terrible things, but you don't even have the courage to face the camera?"

"Woooooooooooo..." Zhang Zihao let out a series of sobs of unknown meaning, which seemed to be begging for mercy and also seemed to be cursing.

After a few seconds, the masked man released the man's chin and pointed the camera lens at himself again.

After a brief silence, he took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled it, as if he had made some determination.

Then his tone became gentle and sincere: "Here, I must say sorry to Zhang Zihao's daughter."

"I'm sorry, I will kill your father. Your originally ordinary and happy life will completely disappear from tonight. Your future life will also likely be greatly affected."

"I know you are innocent and unaware, but I hope you can understand that Zhang Zihao may be a good father to you, but in the shadow that no one can see, he is a complete devil."

"He has nurtured you from childhood to adulthood. He will care about your studies and will take time off from work to celebrate your birthday. But you have to realize that he has also personally destroyed the lives of countless girls like you... "

I don't know if it was an illusion, but during this narration, Yan Muyun actually saw tears in the eyes of the masked man.

But he soon realized that this was not an illusion. The other party was really crying, his eyes were red, and tears were dripping down his cheeks from behind the dark red mask.

"Anyway, I'm sorry that I hurt you. But I won't regret doing it because I know I was doing the right thing."

In the video, the masked man returned the camera to its original position, and then walked behind the middle-aged man.

As if he was aware of his next fate, the middle-aged man struggled more and more crazily, letting out a roar that was almost like a beast's moan.

The masked man's eyes were red and tears were streaming down his face. He stretched out one hand and put it on the man's head, and grabbed his chin with the other hand.

He pulled hard suddenly, and after hearing a crisp "click" sound, the whimpering in Zhang Zihao's throat disappeared instantly, and his head hung softly.

In the dimly lit room, it was eerily quiet at this time, and the atmosphere was so depressing that it was suffocating.

The masked man walked forward slowly, waved his hand to the camera, and said the last words: "Remember, I am the punisher. In the name of God, all sinners in the world cannot escape my punishment. ."

Under the dim light, there were still tears in his eyes, but his tone was firm and almost paranoid, like a madman who was extremely calm.

Then the screen goes dark.