2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

There were footsteps at the top of the stairs, and a beautiful woman in a black dress walked up slowly, with a man wearing a black suit, a mask and dark brown glasses on her arm.

The waiter standing at the entrance of the corridor stretched out his hand with a professional smile on his face: "I'm sorry, this lady and this gentleman are not allowed to enter casually on the third floor."

The man wearing a mask put his hand into the breast pocket of his suit and took out a card with a complex dark gold pattern on the surface and five peach blossoms printed on the lower left corner.

The waiter stretched out his hands and took the card respectfully. He swiped it with the ring on his left hand. When he saw the indicator light at the top flashing blue, he handed it back with both hands.

He stepped aside and bowed as an invitation: "You two, please come in."

Not far behind the staircase is a thick golden double door. The lower part is carved with lifelike peach groves, fertile fields, and sparse human figures, making it a paradise. The upper part of the door is painted with a paper umbrella stained with ink, which spreads out to cover the entire sky, seeming to protect the village below.

Two young and strong waiters grabbed the handle of the golden door at the same time, and slowly opened it one to the left and the other to the right.

There is a specially customized biometric system on the door handle. Only when they hold the handle at the same time and exert force at a special angle, the golden door will be opened.

Two waiters stood nearby, bowing slightly, watching the two elegant and proud ladies and the slightly mysterious gentleman slowly walk into the door.

...

The floor of the corridor is covered with a light brown soft carpet, and there is a shelf every few steps on both sides. There are various shapes of art on it, all of which seem to be expensive. There is a dazzling array of ceramics, clay sculptures, ancient clocks, jade carvings, etc., making walking among them feel like being in a museum.

A few steps forward, it suddenly became clear that it was a classically decorated hall with restrained decoration. There were about five or six people inside, standing or sitting, and their manners were decent and elegant. It is completely different from the gamblers below who are well-dressed on the surface, but appear vulgar after their true nature is exposed due to stimulation.

"Now there is a question." Yan Muyun took his eyes away from a jade hairpin that was as warm as mutton fat at his side: "The space on the third floor seems to be quite big. How are we going to find Ma Kaicheng?"

There are three corridors leading into the elegant hall, and each corridor has no end at a glance, indicating that there are definitely not many rooms here, and it is not easy to find a person hiding in them.

Zhang Xixue frowned slightly. She obviously didn't expect the space inside to be so big. She pondered for a while and then said: "Two methods. The first method is that I go in and check every room. The optical detection device is not that sensitive. Shadows can creep into a room undetected.”

Yan Muyun grinned under the mask and asked, "What about the second method?"

"Ask directly." Zhang Xixue stepped forward: "Just ask the people in the hall if they have seen Ma Kaicheng."

Yan Muyun hurriedly followed him: "Isn't it bad to be so arrogant?"

This is half a gangland base. Is it really appropriate for us two public officials to be so brave?

Zhang Xixue shook her head gently: "It's okay. People here are either rich or noble, or they have shady secrets. The former has no reason to protect Ma Kaicheng, and the latter will probably choose to tell what he knows in order to divert our attention as soon as possible. come out."

The two of them had walked into the hall while chatting in low voices. Zhang Xixue looked around and finally targeted a middle-aged man sitting on the sofa with his back to them.

She walked over and tried not to sound cold: "Hello, sir."

"Huh?" The middle-aged man turned around and his eyes suddenly lit up: "Hello, hello, how can I help you?"

What made him a little confused was that the beautiful and refreshing woman in front of him closed her mouth after asking the question. She just stared at him quietly with a pair of dark eyes, not knowing what she was thinking.

Yan Muyun also noticed something strange about his colleague. He walked up to take a look and his eyelids twitched twice immediately.

The middle-aged man sitting on the sofa has slender eyes, slightly convex cheeks, and a black mole at the corner of his mouth. He looks honest and honest. Who is it but Ma Kaicheng?

Zhang Xixue walked around the sofa, sat next to the man, and said softly: "That's right, I have something I want to go to your room to discuss in detail, is that okay?"

It stands to reason that any man's heart will sway when a beautiful woman takes the initiative to ask to be in the same room to "talk about things." However, at this time, the middle-aged man's body was stiff, the flesh of his cheeks was trembling slightly, and there was a little sweat on his forehead.

He lowered his head slightly, and after confirming that the gun at his waist was a gun, he pretended to be calm and said: "This is the Peach Blossom Land, are you sure you want to cause trouble here?"

Zhang Xixue tilted her head: "I don't want to cause trouble, I just want to ask you some questions. As long as you cooperate well, nothing will happen."

"Is there anything you can't ask here?"

"What do you think?" Zhang Xixue opened the insurance.

"Follow... follow me." Ma Kaicheng gave up struggling and stood up resignedly.

Yan Muyun followed behind and noticed that his fat palms kept gesturing around, so he coughed lightly.

Realizing that there was more than one person on the other side, Ma Kaicheng became much more honest and walked straight to the left of the three corridors in front of him.

To other people in the hall, this middle-aged man and a beautiful girl with a raw face were walking side by side, and it was obvious that something was going to happen tonight.

However, not far behind them was a slender man in a black suit wearing a mask. They were immediately unsure whether what was going to happen tonight was a story or an accident.

So, what does this have to do with you?

The remaining four or five people in the hall just glanced here, then turned their heads and continued to do their own things.

...

The three of them stopped at the door of a room. Ma Kaicheng reached out and held the silver door handle but did not open it. Instead, he stood there and took a deep breath.

"Don't play tricks." Zhang Xixue whispered.

"Don't dare." Ma Kaicheng trembled and quickly opened the door and walked in.

Zhang Xixue followed him, and as soon as she stepped into the room with one foot, a hand holding a gun suddenly "grew" out from behind the door beside her, and pressed the muzzle of the gun against her forehead.

"Don't move, let go of my boss." A low and hoarse voice came from behind the door.

Yan Muyun blinked and suddenly punched the door hard.

Almost at the same moment, the "long" hand on the door pulled the trigger, but the bullet was caught by a palm-sized silver barrier.

There was only a huge muffled sound of "dong". The forehead of someone hidden behind the door apparently came into close contact with the thick door panel. His body hit the wall heavily, and then there was no sound, and the pistol also disappeared. It fell on the carpet on this side of the door.

Ma Kaicheng squinted his eyes and looked back, and saw that the gun at his waist was still pressed against his waist. He closed his eyes and completely resigned himself to his fate.

The three of them walked into the room, and Yan Muyun was already ready to use the grappling technique he had just learned to defeat the enemy with one move. Then he saw a man in a suit sitting on the floor behind the door, leaning against the wall. His eyes were white, his forehead was red and swollen, and he was obviously unconscious.

"Why are you so unbeatable?" Yan Muyun was a little disappointed.

The opponent's ability is suspected to be that he can pass part of his body through objects, and I want him to try whether he can pass through the silver guard.