2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

After seeing Ruan Zhen return to the classroom, Yan Muyun breathed a sigh of relief, and then the expression on his face suddenly turned serious.

He took out his mobile phone and dialed the South Vietnam police number while walking up the stairs to the third floor.

"Hi, hello, what's the matter with?"

Probably because Yan Muyun's mobile phone number was from China, the operator answered the call directly in Chinese.

"I'm going to call the police, San Roman School."

Just as Yan Muyun was thinking about how he should answer if the other party asked why, the operator on the other end of the phone said: "An unknown person broke into the school, right? A teacher has just called the police. You must be careful not to To irritate the other party, our police officers are already heading there."

Yan Muyun was stunned for a moment, then realized: "Huh? Oh, okay."

Has anyone called the police?

At this moment, a figure staggered downstairs. After seeing him, the man was obviously stunned for a moment. Without paying attention, he fell down.

"Danger."

Yan Muyun stepped forward to catch the other person, and after a closer look, he found that the other person was the South Vietnamese female teacher he had just met in the morning, Li Xiuyang.

"You...you...how did you get in?" The other party obviously recognized him, and his expression became even more panicked.

"Well, you walked in through the front door." Yan Muyun helped Li Xiuyang steady, and then planned to leave from the side immediately.

Although the two of them had just been in close contact, and although it was not polite to say so, fortunately the other person was not the type that he would be attracted to, and there was no movement in the seed of desire.

"I don't care anymore, I don't care anymore, I don't care anymore..." Li Xiuyang didn't know what stimulated her. She kept repeating these four words and rushed downstairs without looking back.

Yan Muyun didn't think much about it. The first priority now was to go to the principal's office, so he went directly to the third floor.

It didn't take him much time to figure out where the principal's office was. Because at this time, in the room at the end of the corridor, there were three or four people gathered in front of a double-open red wooden door. They all seemed to be teachers from St. Roman School.

Among them was a young white woman, and the rest were probably local South Vietnamese teachers.

"Who are you and why are you here?" The white woman spotted Yan Muyun first, pointed at him and shouted.

"I'm a policeman." Yan Muyun casually took out a dark red notebook, opened it and waved it in front of everyone, then pushed them aside and came to the red wooden door.

The four teachers stepped aside and began to whisper.

"Who called the police?"

"It seems to be Teacher Li. I saw her calling in a panic before I came here."

"Can the police come so quickly?"

"No, this man looks like he is from China?"

"And there's something wrong with that ID."

Of course something is wrong, that's my passport.

Yan Muyun didn't actually have his passport with him, and he had never seen what the South Vietnamese police certificate looked like. He just wanted to use his shapeshifter ability to simulate the passport to fool them.

Before these teachers could react, Yan Muyun had already knocked on the door.

"Dong dong dong."

"It's useless. We tried many methods but couldn't get in." A South Vietnamese teacher spread his hands and said.

"Why don't you call more people? Principal Shannon is still inside, and he may be in danger." The white woman said worriedly.

However, Yan Muyun seemed not to have heard them and raised his voice slightly: "Open the door, police. You are already surrounded. Give up any unnecessary resistance."

"Does this really work...?"

Before the man finished speaking, there was a sudden "click" from behind the red wooden door, and then the door slowly opened.

"Stay back, there may be danger inside, don't disturb me." Yan Muyun pushed aside the people who were approaching him, got in sideways, and then locked the door with his backhand.

The layout of the principal's office is very good. The afternoon sun shines through the white tulle, losing some of its scorching heat, but it just makes the room well-lit, giving people a very comfortable first impression.

At this time, Shannon, the white boy whom I had just met yesterday, was sitting behind the desk in front of the window, with his back straight and his hands on the table, his posture extremely correct. However, the expression on his face was a little unnatural, his mouth was pursed tightly, and his eyes looked at him as if asking for help when he just entered the door.

Opposite the desk, Ye Buyu was sitting on a soft cloth sofa, wearing a hood and unable to see clearly the expression on his face.

Yan Muyun was a little confused about the scene in front of him: "So... what's going on?"

Ye Buyu seemed a little tired, raised his hand slightly, and said nothing.

But as she moved, Shannon's voice sounded in the office: "Um, what on earth is going on?"

Yan Muyun turned to look at him, a little surprised: "You don't know what's going on?"

Shannon still maintained a sitting posture, with a somewhat aggrieved expression: "I was just working in the office, and the door suddenly opened, and your friend walked in, and then asked me: 'What is the purpose of running a school here? 'And before I could answer, I couldn't move or even speak."

"Ah?" Yan Muyun became more and more confused as he listened.

"Is your friend a superpower? Can you ask her to let me go first?" Shannon smiled bitterly: "I think there may be a misunderstanding between us..."

"Misunderstand?"

Ye Buyu finally spoke, but his voice was extremely cold: "Then answer me, what is your purpose of running a school here."

"I told you yesterday, I just want to give the children here more possibilities for the future. Although the country of South Vietnam has developed very well recently, it is definitely not comparable to our Democratic-American Federation. Even if we just go out It’s good to take a walk, see the world, and broaden your horizons.” Shannon’s expression was very sincere, leaving no one doubting his words.

Then he showed a wry smile: "Actually, my family has been against me doing this because they think South Vietnam is not safe, but I still insisted on coming because I wanted to do something meaningful. After that, I I have been here for several years and have never encountered any danger. Unexpectedly..."

"I didn't expect that there was no danger in South Vietnam. Instead, it was the two Chinese people who brought you danger, right?" Yan Muyun continued for him.

Although Yan Muyun subconsciously felt that the other party was not panicking, he knew that if this was really the case, Ye Buyu would not make such a big fuss.

So he turned to look at the girl next to him and asked, "So what's the problem?"

Ye Buyu raised his chin: "There is a USB flash drive in the third drawer on his left. Take a look at what's inside."

"You...how do you know..." Shannon's expression became obviously flustered, and her tone was no longer as calm as before: "I'm warning you, don't move around, this is an invasion of personal privacy... Wuwuwu..."

Before he finished speaking, his mouth tightened unnaturally again, and he could only make an anxious whine from his throat.

Yan Muyun's heart sank slightly, and he vaguely guessed something.

He walked over, opened the drawer, and found the small silver USB flash drive.

Yan Muyun suddenly felt panicked, his heartbeat quickened, and the USB flash drive in his hand became inexplicably heavy.

He raised his head and looked at Ye Buyu: "Can you just tell me what's inside?"

However, the girl refused: "No, I want you to see it with your own eyes."

"Why does it have to be like this..."

Yan Muyun smiled bitterly and shook his head, inserting the USB flash drive into the computer.

Please, it must not be what you think... This kind of plot is too cliché.

The good man who appears to be radiant and admired by everyone is actually a sanctimonious hypocrite. The good deeds he does are just to hide some kind of dirty behavior or transaction behind it...

This kind of plot is too cliché.