2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

A black car drove from the west side of the long street, drove carelessly through the police station gate, and then parked behind a row of police cars.

The car door opened, and a young Chinese man in his twenties, wearing casual short-sleeved shorts, got out. His fairly upright and handsome face was filled with helplessness.

The young man walked into the police station, stretched his neck and looked around, found the target, and walked over nonchalantly: "That's great, you guys. It's useless even if Captain Xing personally issued a grounding order, right? We just haven't seen him for a long time." I got myself into trouble..."

However, he had just walked halfway when a figure stopped in front of the road. He was tall and fat, with two delicate mustaches. It was Director Huang.

At this time, he had long lost the bossy air he had before, his whole fat face was filled with a flattering smile, and he clasped his hands together and shook his hands: "That... is the little brother from Chang'an, right? Everything today is just a misunderstanding... ."

"I understand the rules." Chang'an narrowed his eyes and smiled: "You have done your duty, right?"

"Ah...this..." Cold sweat broke out on Director Huang's forehead, and even his smile became a little stiff.

"Fortunately, you didn't use those messy methods when you saw that they were Chinese, otherwise your situation would have been broken today. You know, they are from China..." Changan patted his shoulder, He showed an exaggerated "you know" smile, and then walked around the other party.

Yan Muyun, who was watching the whole process not far away, felt a chill. The smell of "Dragon King/Shura/God of War Shuangwen" in this scene was a bit too strong, and he couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body. Although the guy from Chang'an plays the role of a supporting character who kneels down on one knee and introduces the background story to the "Dragon King/Shura/God of War" with great emotion in order to slap those scornful "fiancee/mother-in-law" in the face, but He himself seemed to be enjoying it immensely.

When Chang An came closer, Yan Muyun raised his head and asked with some confusion, "I'm calling Brother Chang Ping."

"What? You still dislike me?" Chang'an rolled his eyes: "My brother has other important matters and asked me to come over to pick up someone. Okay, let's go, and leave the follow-up investigation to them..."

"No." To his surprise, Ye Buyu simply refused: "I want to stay."

"Why are you staying here? Do you still want to supervise their handling of the case? If you don't go back, Captain Xing will really go crazy..." Chang An was a little confused and lowered his voice and said, "You want to use your own powers?" Help in convicting people? It's useless. You also know that even if our domestic police handle cases, they will not easily let people with "mind-reading abilities" intervene. It is even less likely that the South Vietnamese police will just take the testimony of a foreign person with abilities... No matter Whatever you want to do has no legal effect here..."

Ye Buyu shook his head stubbornly: "I have two more questions that I need to confirm."

"I'll stay with her." Yan Muyun said with a smile.

Chang'an sighed. He worked hard to come over to pick him up, but he refused to leave. He dared to call him just to borrow his background from the Special Branch.

"Okay, okay, I'll stay as well. Let's wait until you confirm those two questions." He sat down on the bench next to him and waved his hand in a self-defeating manner.

...

I have to admit that when the South Vietnamese police really want to do something, their efficiency is quite high.

The faculty and staff of San Roman School were quickly called in one after another and were taken to the interrogation room for questioning in batches. It's just that Yan Muyun waited for a long time, but the culprit Shannon was still nowhere to be seen, not even the thin and somewhat unhealthy white woman who drove him away from the police station before.

According to two young police officers, Shannon seemed to have something urgent to attend to and might be late in arriving.

Fortunately, the issue Ye Buyu wanted to confirm had nothing to do with those two people. With Chang'an's "face" blessing, several people were able to enter the interrogation room and listen to the South Vietnamese police's interrogation of a fat, white male teacher who looked amiable. Ask.

"Do you know him?" Chang An raised his chin toward the inside.

Ye Buyu nodded: "Teacher Sam, a teacher who is very popular among the children in school."

"He said he didn't know anything about what Shannon did to the children." Chang'an sneered, with a hint of disgust in his eyes: "They're just the same person. He is probably a participant himself, how could he possibly betray Shannon."

"No, although he knew about what Shannon did, he did not participate." Ye Buyu shook his head slightly: "He is still in the category of 'normal person'... But even so, he It comes from the bottom of my heart that I don’t think what Shannon did was excessive, and I also feel that the South Vietnamese police made a fuss out of a molehill.”

"A good teacher in the eyes of children, an ordinary person with normal aesthetics, actually shares the same values ​​​​as Shannon... Well, it seems not surprising?" Yan Muyun sneered: "As early as thirty Years ago, this group of Ansa had this kind of virtue."

In Yan Muyun's impression, at the beginning of the 21st century, Europe and the United States once emphasized how to protect the rights and interests of children, stop x-crimes against children, etc. At that time, he thought that this was the origin of Western civilization. symbol.

Why do Europe and the United States place so much emphasis on protecting children, but China cannot pay the same degree of attention?

Later, as his knowledge became wider and wider, he came to understand deeply the hypocrisy and ugliness of those white people.

The United States, which has the loudest voice in the world about protecting children and the most severe measures to combat child pornography, will still have child marriage legal in 47 of the 50 states in the United States until 2022.

According to a survey, nearly 300,000 children married in the United States from 2000 to 2018 were all legally married. Children aged 10, 11 or even single digits were persecuted with the permission of the law but could not speak out.

More than 3,000 clergy members of the French Church in Europe have been involved in child sex abuse over the past 70 years, with a total of at least 216,000 victims...

After learning about these shocking things one after another, Yan Muyun finally understood a truth.

For some groups, the more something is lacking, the more emphasis needs to be placed on it.

…

At Ye Buyu's request, the South Vietnamese police allowed her to enter the interrogation room and have a face-to-face conversation with a young local female teacher.

Yan Muyun recognized this person. His name should be Li Xiuyang. He was the teacher whom he and Ye Buyu entrusted when they wanted to enter St. Roman School through Plan A.

The conversation between the two was very brief. It basically consisted of Ye Buyu asking a few questions, and Li Xiuyang on the opposite side answering a few hesitantly, or simply staying silent. After about ten minutes of this, Ye Buyu walked out.

Chang'an knew that she had the ability to read minds. Even if the person she was talking to said nothing, the thoughts in her mind would betray her, so she asked: "How about it? Do you have the answers to the two questions you want to determine?" "

"Um."

Ye Buyu nodded slightly and said in a very soft voice: "The teacher who is loved and trusted by the students is watching with cold eyes. The teacher who shares the same ancestry with the students and has the same blood flowing in his body, although he has guessed the truth of the matter in his heart, but in order to maintain My income is as important as my future, so I chose to remain silent..."

"How hopeless those kids must be in this school."

Yan Muyun had never seen such an expression on her face before. It was neither pain nor anger, but fear.

Only by fully taking on the perspective of those children and empathizing with everything they have experienced can such real fear emerge...