2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

Sometimes, the reason why clichéd plots are clichéd is that on the one hand, the creators used a template to create too many similar plots, and on the other hand, this kind of thing happens so much in real life that it makes people feel nothing new.

From the latter's perspective, perhaps cliché plots should not be called "cliché" but reality.

And sometimes what happens in reality is more magical than novels and movies, because creation requires relatively rigorous logic, otherwise readers will not buy it. Reality has no logic, but everyone has no second choice except to accept it, because it just happened.

If you deny this, it is equivalent to denying reality and the world.

Perhaps this is why the term “magical realism” was coined?

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Yan Muyun clicked on the folder.

Inside the folder are more folders, all named after people.

He couldn't understand the names written in South Vietnamese, but each name was followed by an English name, Linda, Eva, Edward, Steven, Wanda...the more common English names for men and women were all have. And after each name there is a number, 11, 13, 8, 14...

Yan Muyun had already vaguely guessed something at this moment, and the hand holding the mouse was trembling.

He took a deep breath and clicked on the first folder in the row.

Then, he saw the scene he least expected to see.

Inside the folder are several rows of videos and pictures. Although they are all in the form of thumbnails, they are enough for people to clearly see their contents.

The same child, either clothed or not. No matter what kind of pose he takes, his eyes are always looking at the camera, with an expression ranging from panic to timidity until he becomes numb at the back.

Yan Muyun's facial muscles twitched, but he could barely maintain his expression.

He exited the folder and clicked on another folder. There are no surprises, these are the same things inside.

"Have you already seen what's inside?" Yan Muyun raised his head and asked.

Ye Buyu, who was sitting on the sofa, shook his head slightly: "I have been waiting for you. I was afraid that after seeing it, I would not be able to help but kill him directly."

Yan Muyun took a deep breath, looked at the screen again, and roughly counted, 5 times 7 plus 3 in the last row, a total of 38 folders.

And when his eyes glanced at the last folder, his pupils suddenly shrank, and anger appeared on his face that could no longer be suppressed.

The number 10, but unlike the previous number, is followed by the unit.

moon.

When Yan Muyun came to his senses, he had already clicked on the folder.

It’s still the despairing rows of thumbnails.

In a daze, he smelled an unbearable smell of decay, as if there was a piece of rotten flesh crawling with maggots beside him. It expanded and contracted as if it could breathe, and the hot and humid stench was continuously squeezed out from the countless rotten holes in his body. , colored gas.

Yan Muyun stretched out his hand to rest on the table and said in a low and hoarse voice: "Did you do all this...?"

Shannon felt the pressure around her ease and she was able to speak.

So he nodded, with a calm expression: "Yes."

"Including this..." Yan Muyun couldn't say the next words, so he moved the cursor to the last folder in silence.

"Yes." There was an inexplicable calmness in his tone, and he even seemed to think that the other party was making a fuss.

The sun rises from the east every day.

There are 24 hours in a day.

People should eat when they are hungry and sleep when they are sleepy.

Anyone with some common sense should know these truths, right?

"I'm just a MAPs." Shannon shrugged: "Relax, man, I understand your ideas are more traditional..."

At this moment, his expression suddenly became extremely painful, a deep depression suddenly appeared in his throat, and at the same time, the bones all over his body made a crunching sound that was heartbreaking.

Yan Muyun reacted very quickly and immediately opened a silver-white barrier in front of his desk. Only then did the changes in Shannon's body stop.

Ye Buyu didn't know when he had stood up, his hood slipped down, and his head was covered with black hair.

Yan Muyun had never seen her look like this.

In his memory, this girl will always be like a cat. Most of the time, she is lazy and talks little. Occasionally she will circle around you when she is interested. After teasing you, she will run away easily and squat not far from you. , but you are out of reach, licking your paws gracefully.

But at this time, she was an angry lioness, her fangs and claws were ferocious, her whole body was tense, and she was not willing to wait for a second before tearing the animal in front of her to pieces.

Although they all belong to the cat family, even aliens who have just arrived on Earth would not think that they are the same creature.

Ye Buyu's eyes were red and he shouted angrily: "Why? Why did you stop me from killing him? This is a devil who attacks a ten-month-old child!"

This outburst of emotion was so strong that it seemed to tear her to pieces.

Yan Muyun actually wanted to kill the monster in front of him immediately, who looked warm and sincere on the surface, but had a smelly, sour pus flowing inside, and could no longer be called a "human".

But he has no second choice at the moment. The South Vietnamese police may arrive at any time. If Shannon is really killed here, the legal consequences may be unbearable for them.

Yan Muyun tried to comfort the girl: "Calm down, if you kill him here..."

"As long as you let me kill him, I can do anything for you." Ye Buyu squeezed out these words through his teeth, his eyes staring at him the whole time, as if looking at an enemy.

This look stung Yan Muyun, but he still did not remove the barrier. Instead, his voice became serious and cold: "If you believe me, then sit down quietly. If you don't believe me, insist on killing him here." ...I won’t let you succeed anyway.”

The tone of this sentence was very strong and left no room for discussion.

Either sit down or take action, choose one.

Ye Buyu's wildly dancing long hair gradually subsided and finally fell softly onto her shoulders, and she obediently sat back on the sofa.

Yan Muyun knew that this matter was far from over. Such a big change in her attitude was not a compromise, but a waiting for an opportunity. Waiting for an opportunity where he can kill Shannon with one blow due to his negligence.

"Believe me and the laws of South Vietnam, he will be punished as he deserves." He added.

At the same time, Ye Buyu received a text message.

It was Yan Muyun who said: {Trust me, he will be punished as he deserves. ｝

After seeing this sentence, Ye Buyu's tense expression finally relaxed, and his complexion improved slightly.

After comforting the girl, Yan Muyun lowered his head to look at Shannon, who was slumped in the office chair, panting in pain like a dead dog, and put a blood streak into his mouth.

The other party's throat had been pinched to pieces. If he was left alone, he would probably die like this in a few minutes at most.

As the bloodshot eyes entered, Shannon's pale and painful face miraculously improved quickly, and she soon crawled out from under the table again.

"You're so crazy..." He looked at Ye Buyu with lingering fear, and then turned to look at Yan Muyun: "My friend, what did you give me? That is simply a panacea... ..”

"What are MAPs?" Yan Muyun interrupted and asked.

As if realizing that only Yan Muyun could save his life at this moment, Shannon behaved a little more normally: "minor-attracted people, meaning..."

"People who are easily attracted to minors? Is this what you call beasts?" Yan Muyun frowned.

If I remember correctly, as early as around 2022, the Scottish police in Great Britain used this term to refer to "philia." Although he was scolded by the entire Internet, he never suffered any substantial punishment...

Today, more than thirty years later, can this malicious term "normalizing" sexual crimes against children be used openly by most people in the Western world?