2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

May 23, 2052 at 6:30 pm.

The afterglow of the sinking sun splashes on the river rushing eastward. The sparkling water surface seems to be covered with a layer of orange-gold sequins, shining so brightly that it hurts the eyes.

The slightly watery wind blew across the river bank, raising the skirt of the girl standing on the grass.

The little girl of this age was supposed to be carefree and youthful, but there was a hint of sadness on her face that made her feel sad about spring and autumn.

Every age group has things that worry them. As long as a normal person is a normal person, the word "sorrow" cannot be avoided.

Zhang Zitong is very worried now. Her monthly exam results this time have deteriorated from the last time. Not to mention that the math scores were as suffocating as ever, the Chinese, political history, which I was good at, also made the teacher frown.

"I can't continue to stay up late watching dramas..." The girl squinted her eyes slightly and looked at the sparkling river, sighing softly.

She could already imagine what her father would look like when he learned about her results. He must have been full of words but hesitated for a long time before waving her hand to go back to the room, and then sat alone on the sofa in the living room to smoke.

"After watching the finale tonight, I will start studying hard." Zhang Zitong clenched his fists and swore secretly.

This is a new development area in the north of the city, some distance from her home in the city center.

The reason why I cycled to such a far place was firstly because there were few people here, secondly because there were few high-rise buildings here, and thirdly because there were few cameras here.

The biggest disadvantage of living in a big city is that there are too many people. There are people everywhere and there is no place to be alone.

Also, the building is too high. When I stand on the street and look up at the sky, I can only see a finger-width crack. I always feel like a little ant that accidentally entered the mahjong table, surrounded by vertical "Twelve Thousand Twelve Thousand Thousand" signs. Tube four tubes".

Finally, there are surveillance cameras. No matter where you are, indoors or outdoors, if you look around and look around, you will always see five, six or seven cameras facing you.

Although Zhang Zitong is very grateful for the social stability and low crime rate this thing has brought, it still makes people feel uncomfortable to be in and out of the camera every day. Especially when she is in a bad mood, these dark and emotionless "eyes" will annoy her even more.

Finally, during a spring outing organized by the school, Zhang Zitong discovered this new development area. There were few people, few buildings, and not many surveillance systems.

Especially this clear and wide river. On the other side of the river is the urban area. People there like to take a walk and enjoy the breeze after dinner. Children are noisy and running around, and the elderly set up stalls and play chess, shouting and drinking. lively.

This side of the river only belongs to her.

From then on, Zhang Zitong always likes to ride his bicycle and sit here for a while when he encounters troubles, as if he is on this side of the river and will not be bothered by the smoke of fireworks on the other side of the river.

Zhang Zitong reached out and patted the bicycle seat, exhaled, and decided that it was time to face his bleak life.

However, just as she lifted her legs, a harsh sound of tires rubbing against the ground suddenly came from behind.

The girl shrank her neck in fright, quickly turned her head and looked back, and then happened to see a black car spinning and hitting a lamppost on the roadside, making a loud "bang!"

The trunk lid of the car was directly knocked open, and a large amount of red banknotes sprayed out from the inside, flying like butterflies in the sky.

The sudden change made her mind go blank. When she came to her senses, she saw three figures standing next to the car that had the accident.

An uncle dressed as a migrant worker opened the car door and tried to save people. A young man in fashionable clothes was lying on the ground picking up money. Next to him, there was an office worker in a suit pacing around, seemingly hesitating whether to pick up money or save people first.

Zhang Zitong was stunned for a long time before he remembered that he should call an ambulance immediately, and quickly took out his mobile phone from his pocket with trembling hands.

However, at this moment, one of the people beside the accident car suddenly shouted and cursed.

Zhang Zitong looked up blankly, only to see the fashionably dressed young man rushing toward him with red eyes.

Before she could react, the phone in her hand was dodged by the other party.

"Don't move if you don't want to die!" the young man pointed at her nose and threatened.

Zhang Zitong had never experienced anything like this before. He was so frightened that he froze in place.

"Oh! What are you doing!" The office worker over there also shouted angrily, dropped his briefcase and walked towards this side.

There was a trace of ferocity on the young man's face, and he took out a knife from his arms and pointed it at it: "Don't be troublesome, I tell you!"

The office worker obviously felt that his own life was more important than his sense of justice, so he turned around and stood back to his original position without hesitation.

At this time, the migrant workers stuck their heads out from the other side of the car and shouted at the top of their lungs: "This man seems to be dead!"

"It's good to die!" The young man's eyes were shining, and he took Zhang Zitong's wrist and walked towards the car.

The girl originally wanted to struggle, but when she saw the knife shining coldly in the other person's hand, she chose to follow him rationally.

"What's the matter with you kid? How can you be so evil-hearted?" The migrant worker was so angry at what the other party had just said that he cursed a few times.

The young man sneered twice: "Nowadays, all cars have automatic driving functions. How can something happen casually? The guy in the car must have drunk too much and wanted to experience the thrill of drag racing, but his skills were not up to par and he died." Why do you sympathize with someone like this who is looking for death?"

"I don't smell alcohol." The migrant worker uncle did not argue with him and took out his mobile phone to call an ambulance.

"Don't move! I'll kill whoever calls her!" The young man suddenly shouted and held Zhang Zitong in front of him, holding the sharp knife in his hand against her chin.

The girl was so frightened that she closed her eyes tightly and raised her head vigorously, trying to stay away from the sharp edge of the knife.

You grab my phone when I call you, but you want to kill me when others call me. I'm the only one who's easy to bully emotionally, right?

After Zhang Zitong opened his eyes a little and looked around, he tragically discovered that the four people present did indeed seem to be easy to bully.

The uncle, a migrant worker, was wearing an orange vest and had tendons from years of hard work.

Although the office worker seemed a little timid just now, he is still a solid man about 1.8 meters tall.

"I'm not going to fight. I've already put down my phone. Baby, don't be impulsive." The migrant worker uncle was startled and put his phone on the roof of the car.

"Look here, look at this money!" The young man pointed at the trunk with a knife. There were red banknotes with Arabic numerals 500 scattered inside. There were at least 1,800 scattered on the ground.

The office worker's expression was quite calm, and he frowned and said, "Even if we take the money, the family members of the deceased will definitely want it back in the end."

"Why are you so stupid? In this day and age, who the hell would a decent person use cash for transactions?" The young man cursed and pointed at the trunk with a knife: "Look around."

The office worker hesitated for a moment, then took off his suit jacket, wrapped it in his hands and began to rummage through the small mountain of cash in the trunk.

After flipping through it a few times, he let out a light sigh and picked up a black plastic bag from the pile of money. When he opened it, there were small dark red crystalline objects inside.

The young man's eyes widened, and after a while he sneered: "It seems that this guy really didn't drink too much... he did take too much."