2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

The door of the ward next to him was pushed open again, and Zhang Zitong, who was still a little pale, walked out of it, touching his neck with one hand, his expression a little tangled.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Xixue asked with concern.

"I regret it a little. I think it would be better to remove the scar." The girl whispered.

"Ha." Yan Muyun opened his mouth and let out a breath of unknown meaning.

Zhang Xixue glared at him, stood up and comforted the girl: "It's okay. With current medical technology, you can remove the scar whenever you want. It's very convenient."

"Yes." Zhang Zitong responded weakly, but his eyes unconsciously glanced at someone sitting next to him.

However, Yan Muyun didn't notice the little girl's awkward thoughts at all. At this time, he had already stood up and opened his arms to face a figure walking from the end of the corridor.

"Ah, my dear nephew, it's so nice to see you again."

Yan Long stopped, his eyes a little wary: "I remember you are not like this."

Yan Muyun laughed twice and touched the back of his head: "Really?"

If you have to say it, this is actually his original character.

After sleeping for thirty years, when I woke up, I found that there was no familiar place in the world around me.

As an ordinary person with a normal mind, Yan Muyun behaves conservatively within a reasonable range. No matter how he treats anyone or anything, he has a very humble attitude, for fear of offending someone because of his ignorance.

However, after receiving a real stab today, he suddenly thought about it.

It’s so tiring to always take into account other people’s opinions. It’s better to take things as they come, stop pretending, and show your truest self.

"Anyway, thank you for caring about me so much." Yan Muyun grinned.

When the other party heard the news that he was injured, he immediately asked for leave and rushed to the hospital, which can already explain a lot.

"If I don't come to see you, my dad will deduct my pocket money." Yan Taki seemed to be infected by him and made an extremely rare joke.

Yan Muyun looked directly into his eyes and said word by word: "You are just joking, right?"

Yan Taki didn't speak, just looked at him quietly.

Hehe, my eldest nephew is so awesome, he can still be so serious when making wisecracks.

"My little Taki is here to pick me up. I'm going back first." Yan Muyun turned around and waved to the two girls.

Zhang Xixue smiled, nodded, and waved: "Don't worry, Zi Tong will be under strict protection until Xia Houhao is arrested and brought to justice."

"That's good." Yan Muyun nodded, and then smiled slightly at the little girl.

"Thank you, Brother Yan." Zhang Zitong's face turned red and he bowed.

"No, no, no, as a commissioner of the Special Branch, it is your duty to protect the lives and property of the people." Yan Muyun turned and left, leaving behind a figure that he thought was very chic and proud.

"Brother Yan?" After the two of them walked a certain distance side by side, Yan Long repeated these three words in a low voice, with a slightly rising tone.

"Strictly speaking, I am only 22 years old, both physically and mentally. It is not too much for a 16-year-old girl to call me brother." Yan Muyun said seriously.

The two of them walked all the way to the parking lot behind the hospital building, where Yantaki's black motorcycle was parked.

There are special grooves on the front side of the motorcycle to lock and hang the helmet. Originally there was only one helmet hanging on it, but since Yan Muyun woke up four days ago, there have been two helmets hanging here.

Yan Long took off one of the helmets and handed it to Yan Muyun behind him. However, when he reached out to take off his own helmet, his movements froze imperceptibly.

This unnaturalness only lasted for a moment. He quickly took off the helmet, but did not put it on his head immediately, but held it in his arms.

"What's wrong? Get in the car and go home." Yan Muyun had already put on his helmet at this time.

"I just received a message from the captain. I have to go back and talk to Officer Zhang about the red-eyed suspect." Yan Long frowned slightly, turned around and walked towards the hospital door again.

"Hey, wait for me." Yan Muyun hurriedly put down his helmet and trotted to follow.

At the front desk of the hospital, Zhang Xixue was accompanying Zhang Zitong to go through the follow-up examination-related procedures. Suddenly she saw two familiar figures coming back from outside, and she stopped what she was doing.

"Why are you back again?"

"I want to tell you about Xia Houhao. It's the latest clue that our Special Branch has just found." Yan Long, who always works vigorously and resolutely, pointed to an office next to him and looked at the nurse at the front desk expressionlessly:

"The Special Branch is handling the case. The matter is urgent. Please free up a room."

...

The doctor who was currently consulting was moved to the next door and was crowded into an office with his colleagues. Their patients were also piled together.

Outside the door next door, you can occasionally hear people queuing up complaining that law enforcement agencies are too overbearing and want to complain.

"So, what exactly did you find that makes you so anxious?" Zhang Xixue was a little confused.

Yan Taki did not answer immediately, but looked around, then walked behind the table and picked up the doctor's office chair with one hand.

Then, he put the helmet in his hand on the ground, pretending to press the chair on it.

"damn it!"

With a roar, the black motorcycle helmet on the ground turned into a figure wearing black clothes and black pants, rolling to the side on hands and feet to avoid.

However, he hit a translucent silver barrier midway, and was then pressed firmly by the office chair without any suspense.

Yan Long raised his head and glanced at Yan Muyun, who gave him a toothy smile: "Our captain is busy with his mission. He has no time to take care of this small case."

He reacted as soon as he heard the other party's hint.

"Damn it, how did you find me!" Xia Houhao kept struggling on the ground, his pale face turned red with anger: "I'm sure I'm no different from your motorcycle helmet!"

"There is no difference at all, even the scratches on the side are exactly the same."

Yan Taki looked at him with a calm expression, as if he had stepped on the tail of a slightly fat mouse: "Unfortunately, my ability is quite special, and I can tell whether an object is a living thing."

Yan Muyun, who was also puzzled by this question, suddenly realized.

My eldest nephew's power [Quality Control] can only increase or decrease the quality of inanimate objects, so he naturally has a certain ability to sense whether objects are alive or not.

I have to say that Yan Taki's acting skills are indeed very good, and his movements are natural and smooth. Along the way, he kept emphasizing that the Special Branch had investigated "relevant information", which made Xia Houhao, who had turned into a motorcycle helmet, suspicious because of his sudden actions. At the same time, in order to eavesdrop on the news and not escape.

"Damn, damn, damn, damn, ******..." Xia Houhao cursed angrily.

He was already a little desperate. For some reason, the chair on his body seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and he couldn't move it even with all his strength.

What's more, there is a policewoman holding a Taser next to her. If she shows any signs of breaking free, she may be hit hard by high-intensity electric current.