2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

"Zhang Yu?" Yan Muyun felt dizzy, as if the whole world was false at this moment.

Isn't the other party already dead, with his brain even stored in the nutrient solution? Why did he suddenly rejuvenate and appear in this place?

After hearing Yan Muyun's words, Zhang Xixue's almond-shaped eyes suddenly widened, and then she realized that the man sitting in the oval device did indeed look familiar. Looking back carefully, it was almost exactly the same as the photo of his father when he was young.

"Dad, is it really you?" Zhang Xixue subconsciously covered her mouth with her hands, a look of disbelief on her face.

She rushed to the door of the room, but her legs seemed to be suddenly stuck to the ground, and she could not take another step forward.

The young man sitting in the room slowly raised his head, and the two looked at each other. Zhang Xixue's tears suddenly fell down his cheeks like broken pearls.

At this moment, she was extremely convinced that even if he had completely changed, he was definitely her father.

Zhang Feiyu stood up from the device, his expression also very complicated: "Xiaoxue, I'm back."

"Dad!" Zhang Xixue cried and rushed over.

...

Outside the room, watching the touching scene of father and daughter hugging each other and crying after reunion, the expression on Yan Muyun's face was a little stiff.

He glanced sideways at Xiao Qiuxu, who was looking at the room with a smile, and said softly: "Is this also the power of gods?"

"So be it." Xiao Qiuxu adjusted his glasses and turned to look at him with gentle eyes: "To be precise, the power of technology and the power of gods are indispensable. As long as the other person's brain is not damaged, I can create a With a perfectly adapted body.”

"This is the third gift Constantine wants to give me?" Yan Muyun pursed his lips and said coldly: "You have investigated me so clearly, don't you know my relationship with Zhang Yu?"

"Why, do you want him to die in front of you? Or...do you not care about her feelings at all?"

Seeing that the other party was silent, Xiao Qiuxu took two steps forward and said in a very soft voice: "Besides, I just said that as long as the person's brain is not damaged, I can create a body for him..."

Yan Muyun's pupils shrank slightly. He was so shocked to see Zhang Yu come back from the dead that he didn't think much about what the other person meant.

At this time, Xiao Qiuxu emphasized again, making his heart beat like a drum.

"You finally realized it." Xiao Qiuxu chuckled: "What Constantine really wants to give you is the opportunity to 'resurrection'. He was even afraid that you would worry about hidden dangers such as sequelae, so he also provided you with a sample that you can refer to... ....”

"Oh, by the way." He seemed to have remembered something and raised two fingers: "It's very troublesome to resurrect someone. Even you, there are only two places."

At this moment, the two people in the room had already walked out hand in hand.

Seeing Yan Muyun standing not far away, Zhang Feiyu's face instantly showed an extremely complicated expression. He thought about letting go of his daughter's hand and walked over.

He took a deep breath and bowed slightly: "I won't say thank you for your kindness. If there is any need for my help in the future... I will not refuse even if you ask me to die."

"Really?" Yan Muyun felt agitated for no reason, and said coldly, "Then go die now."

Zhang Feiyu's expression froze, and he obviously didn't expect that he would say this.

Zhang Xixue eagerly slapped Yan Muyun on the arm: "Dad, he is joking with you."

Seeing his daughter's intimate behavior with the other party, Zhang Feiyu's expression dimmed, knowing that he no longer had any say in this matter. After all, even his life was given by the other party.

Yan Muyun avoided the girl's reproachful gaze and said calmly: "It is Constantine you should be grateful to, it is the 'god', not me."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Zhang Xixue subconsciously wanted to catch up, but quickly stopped and finally returned to Zhang Feiyu: "Dad, don't worry, he is in a bad mood today for some reason..."

She was a little confused and a little aggrieved. Didn't Yan Muyun and her father used to be high school classmates? Why didn't he look happy at all when he saw his old friend come back from the dead?

Zhang Feiyu shook his head and sighed: "Xiaoxue, there are some things that I should have let you know a long time ago. The relationship between me and your Uncle Yan...Yan Muyun is actually a bit complicated."

...

After Yan Muyun left the laboratory, he asked Xiao Qiuxu for an empty room and a login device for the virtual world.

The equipment had actually been delivered half an hour ago, but he just sat in a chair and looked at the helmet on the table. I stretched out my hand four or five times, but finally retracted it.

He was a little scared, but he didn't know what he was afraid of.

In other words, he shouldn't be afraid, but should quickly put on his helmet and tell his parents the good news.

"Dong dong dong."

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and Yan Muyun stood up expressionlessly and went to open the door.

After opening the door, standing outside was the person he least wanted to see at this time, Zhang Yu.

There was not even the slightest difference between the other party and what he saw in Yuanlong's mist. It seemed as if he had returned to that night more than thirty years ago.

"What do you want from me?" Yan Muyun said coldly.

"Let's talk." Zhang Feiyu looked into his eyes with sincerity.

The two ended up in a stalemate for a while, and finally Yan Muyun turned sideways and let him into the room.

"sorry......"

"I'm too lazy to listen to your apology. If you have anything to say, just say it." Yan Muyun interrupted.

Zhang Feiyu was silent for a moment: "I know that no matter what I do, I can't make up for the thirty years you lost, so I won't think about how to make up for it. Again, if you need help in the future, just tell me A sound..."

"Do you still have your superpower?" Yan Muyun suddenly asked.

"No more." Zhang Feiyu shook his head slightly: "This new body seems to only retain my memory."

Yan Muyun sneered: "Then what help can you provide me? Come to my house as a cook and cook Hunan cuisine for me?"

To be honest, the reason why he is so irritable today is because of Zhang Feiyu, but it is not entirely because of him, but more because of the uneasiness and suspicion about "their parents can be resurrected".

As for his "enemy" and old classmate, his feelings have always been complicated. Now that he saw the other party come back from the dead, even Yan Muyun himself couldn't tell how he felt.

Seeing that the other party was joking with him, Zhang Feiyu's anxiety eased slightly, and he said softly: "I am returning to Menxia now. With the support of Jun Qianmian and several other umbrella ribs, it will be easy for me to sit back on the umbrella handle again. When the time comes, Whatever you need, I’m here to support you.”

"Okay, once you get rid of all the obstacles to being an umbrella handle, give up your position to my brother. I don't want him to continue to be the deputy director of the special bureau." Yan Muyun said calmly.

Zhang Feiyu scratched his head: "I have no problem..."

Your younger brother is well-known throughout Menxia City for his vigorous and resolute behavior and his hatred for evil. For him to suddenly become the leader of the largest black organization, it is estimated that the entire underground world of Menxia City and surrounding cities will be shaken. He was confident that most people would have no objections, but he couldn't just lead all the members to surrender the next day.

"If you don't tell me that these are all gone, what do you want to do with me?" Yan Muyun asked.

Zhang Feiyu thought for a while: "Doctor Xiao asked me to come over and share with you my feelings after resurrection..."

"you say."

"It's like having a new lease of life."

Yan Muyun: "..."

Zhang Feiyu chuckled, and the honest shadow of the fat middle-aged man vaguely appeared on his face: "I feel better than ever before. My physical functions and mind are at their peak in my early twenties. For me, it's really the same as before." It makes no difference coming back to this age.”

Yan Muyun stared at his forehead and asked, "Is your brain... placed directly on your head? It doesn't look like there are any traces of surgery."

"Ah?" Zhang Feiyu touched the top of his head: "I'm not sure. Anyway, as soon as I opened my eyes, I returned to the real world."

Yan Muyun spoke quickly: "Where did your body come from? Is your body really no different from a normal person's physiology? Is your brain still the same brain? Do you feel that your original self is still there? In the virtual world, is your real self just a copy?”

Zhang Feiyu was a little confused by the question, and after a long time he said with some uncertainty: "...I should...probably be my original self, right?"

"Did Xiao Qiuxu never tell you this?" Yan Muyun stared into his eyes.

Zhang Feiyu was silent for a moment and shook his head: "I actually asked a similar question, but he said that the specific process is confidential... This is all the power of gods... or something like that."

"I understand." Yan Muyun sighed.

After hearing the other party's answer, he didn't plan to go to Xiao Qiuxu to question him face to face. There was a high probability that the response he would get would just be the so-called "power of gods" or something like that.

"Bye then, I have other things to do." Yan Muyun waved his hand.

"...Okay." Zhang Feiyu said hesitantly, then stood up and left.

The door was closed tightly. Yan Muyun glanced at the virtual reality helmet on the table, took a deep breath, and finally picked it up and put it on his head.