2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

From the living room outside came the sound of breaking glass, my father's somewhat vague yelling, and my mother's screams.

Yan Muyun, who was originally drowsy, half-propelled his body with difficulty and wanted to ask what happened, but he couldn't make a sound because his throat was dry and sore.

The fatigue of the journey, the chaotic jet lag, and the wave-like dizziness caused by the fever gave him a splitting headache and he couldn't even lift up any strength.

Yan Muyun put his hands on the edge of the bed and forced himself to sit up. He tried to stand up unsteadily, but his legs gave out and he fell back down again.

He took a deep breath, grabbed the forehead thermometer on the bedside table, and pointed it at his forehead.

39.5 degrees.

Only about five minutes had passed, and his body temperature had risen crazily to nearly 40 degrees.

"Damn it." Yan Muyun gasped as he was on the verge of death, his consciousness falling into darkness.

...

In the living room, Yan Guocheng was sitting on the sofa with a solemn expression, while Li Hui was close to his side, looking at the strange young man sitting opposite with half alert and half fearful eyes.

She didn't understand, didn't understand why the other party suddenly broke into her home, didn't understand why the cabinet behind her suddenly collapsed, and she didn't understand why the kitchen knife in her hand broke into two pieces without warning.

This simple woman had even begun to suspect that the other party might be an agent sent by some country and possess some of the latest technological weapons.

But my husband is just an ordinary principal who has been working diligently for most of his life. How could he get involved in a plot that only appears in movies?

Zhang Yu slowly raised his legs and leaned on the sofa in an extremely relaxed posture. He looked at the man in front of him with cold eyes: "Principal Yan, you should know why I am looking for you this time, right?"

Although Yan Guocheng was afraid of the other party in his heart, he didn't show it at all on his face. He just shook his head gently.

"Here's a tip, turn on your phone and search for Chang Sha's recent major criminal cases." Zhang Yu supported the armrests of the sofa with both hands as he spoke, stood up, and walked to Yan Guocheng and Li Hui.

"I'm watching here to prevent you from calling the police." He looked down at the two people with an indifferent tone.

Yan Guocheng slowly took out his mobile phone, opened the browser, and entered the three keywords Zhang Yu just mentioned. The first search result that came into view was a police notice with white characters on a blue background:

"At about 2 o'clock in the morning on May 21, 2022, a major murder occurred in XX District, XX City, Hu Sun Mouli (female, 44 years old) and her daughter Zheng Mouyu (female, 21 years old) are a family of three."

"The suspect is suspected to be a young man in his 20s, 178cm tall and thin. After the incident, the local police station immediately activated the major case detection mechanism and quickly carried out on-site investigation..."

As for the subsequent information, Yan Guocheng stopped reading.

He raised his head slightly, and his resolute face finally changed. His eyes widened and he stared at the other person:

"Is it Zheng Mingyu? You killed...you killed Zheng Mingyu and his family?"

At this time, Li Hui was completely frightened. She had no clue about these things, so she could only tightly hold on to the corner of her husband's clothes, purse her lips hard to keep from making a sound, and her body was shaking slightly.

Zhang Yu took out the mobile phone from Yan Guocheng's hand and threw it into the corner of the living room. Then he walked back to his original seat and sat down. He said coldly: "Who else would it be?"

The moment the words fell, Zhang Yu's eyes widened suddenly, and the expression on his face became extremely ferocious: "She and her dog parents have ruined my life and my family. I will kill them all." Yes, isn’t it a matter of course?”

Yan Guocheng's thoughts returned to a certain afternoon in 2017.

He still remembers how shocked and unbelievable he felt when he heard the news.

...

"Principal Yan, something big happened! That Zhang Yu, who is in the first year of high school, took advantage of the time of physical education class to do that...that something to the girls in his class."

One day four years ago, Yan Guocheng was about to go out to inspect the classes in each class as usual, but as soon as he left the house, he was pulled back to the office by the anxious-looking bald dean.

"What!?" Yan Guocheng's voice subconsciously rose a few degrees, and then he realized something. He quickly lowered his head and asked in a low voice: "What exactly is going on? I remember this kid Zhang Yu, he shouldn't do such a thing. That’s right.”

"You know people but don't know their hearts. I always thought he was a good student with both good character and academics. Who could have expected that what happened today would happen." The dean patted his thigh with a heartbroken expression.

"To get to the point, what happened?" Yan Guocheng frowned.

The dean quickly narrated in a low voice: "I just briefly understood this matter. Isn't that class a physical education class this afternoon? Zhang Yu said that he injured his foot playing basketball yesterday, so he stayed in the classroom to study. There was a girl His name is Zheng Mingyu. He had his period today, so he stayed in the classroom to rest.

"Then just ten minutes ago, the class next door suddenly heard the girl's screams and the sound of hitting things. When students and teachers rushed over, they saw Zheng Mingyu huddled in the corner of the classroom, and Zhang Yu Stand not far in front of her."

Yan Guocheng couldn't stand listening anymore. He couldn't imagine that such a bad thing could happen in his school.

This is an international high school, so the tuition is extremely expensive and not something ordinary families can afford.

In other words, the parents of students studying here are basically elites with a certain status in society. If this kind of thing really happened in the school, the public opinion it would arouse would probably be extremely exaggerated.

But Yan Guocheng was not completely disorganized. His many years of experience in education allowed him to remain calm even in this situation.

He patted the dean's shoulder and said in a deep voice: "This matter needs to be investigated. It needs to be investigated carefully and an explanation must be given to both families."

...

At noon the next day, a middle-aged man in a suit knelt in the principal's office, his eyes red: "Principal Yan, it is absolutely impossible for my Xiaoyu to do such a thing. Please give me more time and investigate more."

Yan Guocheng frowned and stepped forward to reach out to help him. However, the other party avoided his hand several times and just kept repeating:

"Please give me another chance and don't fire Xiaoyu just like that."

Yan Guocheng pursed his lips tightly and pulled the man's shoulders hard, trying to pull him up from the ground, but he didn't say a word from the beginning to the end.

In the corner of the office, Zhang Yu, a thin young man, stood there silently, his head lowered, his fluffy hair hanging down to cover his eyes. His thin figure was particularly lonely and cold.