2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

Zhang Zitong was nestled on the sofa, his whole body curled up, as small as a cat.

The curtains were all drawn, there was little light in the living room, and the atmosphere seemed depressing.

Because I haven’t eaten or slept well for several days in a row. At this time, her skin was dull, her eyes were dark, and her hair was messy. She did not have the youthful vitality that a 16-year-old should have.

She was originally very good-looking, with fair skin, red lips, white teeth, and shawl-length black and smooth hair. She received three or four love letters when she first entered high school.

However, not only did she not feel uncomfortable about her current appearance, she even felt that it was fine just like this.

Anyway, no one cares about me anymore.

No...it seems like someone still cares about him.

That beautiful police officer sister has been by his side since his father died.

She is so kind. Even though I have nothing to do with her, she has always been so patient and gentle in enlightening me, comforting me, and helping me.

But, she was so annoyed.

I just want to be alone by myself, but she always finds various reasons to come and visit me, and tells me some truths that children understand, such as "the dead cannot be resurrected, and I am alone." People should also live a good life" and "My father's spirit in heaven doesn't want me to be like this" blah blah blah...

It's really annoying.

Doesn't she have to go to work? Is the public security in this city so good?

Oh no, she seemed to have just gone to work.

But she should be back soon... Or, I should be able to see her again tomorrow at the latest, right?

Zhang Zitong stretched his limbs in an inconspicuous manner, with a sickly blush on his pale face, and slowly stood up from the sofa.

She made up her mind when she got up this morning. In order to prevent that annoying big sister from coming to disturb her and go back to concentrate on her work, it was time for her to cheer up a little.

Zhang Zitong took out his mobile phone from his pocket and opened the social software. There was a page full of profile pictures with red dots in the upper right corner.

In order to escape reality, I turned off the message reminder a few days ago.

There are so many people looking for me, it’s so annoying.

I have to read each one and reply one by one. How long will it take?

Putting his cell phone on the coffee table, Zhang Zitong suddenly sniffed, tears rolling down his cheeks like broken pearls.

At this moment, a tissue was handed over from the side.

She raised her head blankly, with tears in her eyes. A strange man with a pale face and scarlet pupils stood in front of her at some point.

He looked at himself expressionlessly, his eyes like the undercurrent of a lake, with ferocity buried deep beneath the calm surface.

...

Zhang Xixue almost rushed out of the police station door, jumped down the dozen or so stairs, and without any pause, rushed straight to the motorcycle parked not far away.

"Hey, wait for me!" Yan Muyun followed anxiously. He didn't have the guts to jump from such a height, so he quickly went down the stairs with small steps.

When he stood firm, the motorcycle was already in front of him.

"Come up quickly!" Zhang Xixue urged with great urgency.

Yan Muyun hurriedly stepped on it. Before he could sit firmly, the motorcycle roared out and he was so frightened that he stretched out his hand to hug the slender waist in front of him.

In the police station behind, many police officers looked at this scene in stunned silence, and several young male police officers looked ashen.

Neither of them were wearing helmets. Yan Muyun's mouth was filled with wind, and he tried his best to shout loudly: "Woooo... That's just my guess, wuwu... In fact, Xia Houhao's eyes... ..The target is not necessarily Zhang Zitong.”

Zhang Xixue turned on the windshield button on the handlebar and sprayed air from the air holes in the front of the motorcycle, blocking the oncoming wind.

"Your guess is very likely, otherwise there is no way to explain why he said that to you." Zhang Xixue replied, turning sideways sharply, and the motorcycle passed between two cars traveling side by side.

Yan Muyun was so frightened that he trembled all over and hugged him tighter. At the same time, he continued to ask, "Why don't you call your colleagues to come over? Aren't they searching nearby?"

"I have already sent the news, but my colleagues are rounding up the two people suspected of being Xia Houhao, and they may not be able to separate them for the time being."

Zhang Xixue ran a red light and was startled by the sound of sirens from behind.

Fortunately, today's cars are basically self-driving and have strong risk avoidance capabilities. Otherwise, that moment might have caused a traffic accident.

"Besides, even if I rush from the police station, I'm not necessarily slower than them!"

Zhang Xixue made a corner, Yan Muyun's pants rubbed against the ground, and the motorcycle's handlebar almost rubbed against the tire of a black car as it drove past.

"Fuck! Fortunately, my shorts are not that short. At least they cover my knees!" Yan Muyun couldn't help but spit out the quintessence of Chinese culture.

"I'm sorry!" Zhang Xixue apologized loudly while twisting the handlebars with both hands to increase the speed of the motorcycle even faster.

...

In the dim living room, Xia Houhao waited for a moment and saw that the girl still had no intention of taking the tissue, so he casually threw it on her body.

He seemed to have some discomfort in his neck. He reached out and gently rubbed his throat while slowly looking around the dim room. Then he yawned: "Your house is well decorated. After I kill you, after a while, Just rent this house.”

Zhang Zitong curled up, his thin shoulders trembling: "Did...did you kill my father?"

"Your father?" Xia Houhao frowned: "When did your father die?"

"About three days ago."

"That shouldn't be me." Xia Houhao shook his head, with a smile on his pale face: "The person I killed three days ago was a migrant worker. He shouldn't be able to live in such a high-end community."

Zhang Zitong shuddered, feeling increasingly frightened.

Is this person... killing people every day?

Xia Houhao squatted down and looked at the girl with his scarlet eyes: "I have killed some stinky men recently. I haven't experienced the feeling of killing a young woman for a long time. As a thank you, I allow you to choose one." Way to die.”

Zhang Zitong closed his eyes tightly, tilted his head to one side, and asked in a trembling voice: "You...why...why did you want to kill me?"

"Because you saw something you shouldn't have seen, someone wants to buy your life. Well, now quickly choose a way to die."

"What did I see?"

"About a week ago at night, you went for a walk in the development zone in the north of the city... You don't need me to go on, right?"

"Yeah." Zhang Zitong responded softly, lowered his head and looked at his toes.

Xia Houhao showed a trace of impatience on his face and stood up: "I answered you so patiently, but you ignored my questions several times. In this case, I will directly help you choose."

He didn't seem to worry about the other party escaping at all, and walked slowly into the kitchen. When he came out, he already had a sharp Western-style kitchen knife in his hand.

"You're so annoying."

"Huh?" Xia Houhao stopped and tilted his head slightly.

He has seen many people behave before death, some kneeling down to beg for mercy, some crying bitterly, and some shouting curses, but he has never seen a girl react like this.

"You're really annoying."

Zhang Zitong curled up on the sofa, looking ahead blankly:

"I managed to cheer myself up... and decided to live a good life..."