2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

At 8:25 in the morning, Yan Muyun opened the door to his house.

"oh!"

The door seemed to hit something, and a cry of pain came from the entrance.

Yan Muyun stuck his head in and saw the man in a straight suit covering his nose while glaring at him.

"Going to work?" He chuckled.

"You're back after fooling around?" Yan Yiming imitated his tone.

Yan Muyun opened the door and walked in, shouting, "What fooling around? I'm on a top-secret mission, you don't understand."

Yan Yiming smiled coldly: "Oh, I saw you didn't come back last night, so I called Sun Shuli directly. If he sends you on a mission in the future, he needs to notify me in advance and obtain my consent."

"Hiss..." Yan Muyun had a toothache.

My own younger brother, who I had bullied since childhood, is now my immediate boss. I only know this feeling after experiencing it.

"It seems that your first mission was completed well?" Yan Yiming stepped aside with a sullen face.

Yan Muyun walked past him without squinting and said angrily, "You can laugh if you want."

"How can I laugh at you?" Yan Yiming is worthy of being an official, and he said seriously in an instant: "The injuries on your body are all medals of merit for defending the people."

Yan Muyun rolled his eyes and threw his suit jacket on the sofa: "Hurry up and go to work, go to bed."

"No need to go to the hospital?"

"No, it basically doesn't hurt anymore."

"Okay, then I'm going to work." The sound of the door lock closing was heard from the entrance.

Yan Muyun first slumped on the sofa for a while, then got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower before going to bed.

...

In the daze, a clear ringtone rang on the bedside. Yan Muyun reached out and pulled his glasses a few times, put them on for himself, and found that it was already past 3 p.m.

"Hello?" His voice was a little hoarse because he had just woken up.

"It's me, didn't I disturb you?" Zhang Xixue's voice came from the other side.

"No, I went to bed right after I came back, and I'm almost asleep now."

"That's good."

"looking for me?"

"There may be something wrong with our mission."

"Huh?" Yan Muyun suddenly became energetic and sat upright with his hands on the bed: "What's going on?"

"According to police surveillance equipment, we did not activate the biometric tracking device at all last night."

"It's impossible. I saw you pressing his neck with my own eyes."

"Let's not talk about this first, there is one more thing."

"Is there anything else?" Yan Muyun felt a little dizzy.

He thought he had completed yesterday's task very well, and he was a little complacent in his heart, but he didn't expect that it was full of loopholes.

"Squirrel later contacted the police and said that he lost consciousness very early last night and did not contact us at all."

"The 'squirrel' last night was not a squirrel?"

Zhang Xixue's voice was very calm as she explained: "Yes, based on the current clues, it is speculated that the other party is probably 'Wumian' pretending to be, or 'Wumian' assists others in pretending. This has also been confirmed by the General Administration of Special Affairs. Sure, they said 'Faceless' is indeed inextricably linked to the Black Umbrella."

"So, all the information we asked about yesterday is false..."

Yan Muyun frowned, and before there was a voice from the other side, he denied the conjecture: "No, no, it shouldn't be false. Those messages should be true."

Zhang Xixue said nothing, as if waiting for him to continue.

"If the other party deliberately spreads false news, this method is too clumsy. For example, we have discovered so many loopholes in such a short period of time."

"The police think so too." came the agreement from the other side of the phone.

"Our mission last night was probably under their guidance throughout the whole process, and the only one who can do anything in the Peach Blossom Spring is probably the host 'Black Umbrella'. Maybe...'Black Umbrella' wants to borrow the power of the official, Get rid of the recent emerging force 'Holy Clothes'?" Yan Muyun tried to express his speculation.

"The police and the Special Branch will not be easily used as a weapon. The information Ma Kaicheng gave last night was very detailed, and most of it has channels for verification. Now several major points have been basically confirmed."

"So, the news last night is true, and it is true that the 'Black Umbrella' wants to use our hands to deal with the holy clothes." Yan Muyun pursed his lips and uttered two words:

"Conspiracy."

"It is indeed a conspiracy. Even if we see through their intentions, we have to follow them."

Neither the police nor the Special Branch will allow a black organization that can plant moles around them to go unpunished.

Yan Muyun pursed his lips and said, "Then why didn't they...'Black Umbrella' tell us directly and have to spend so much effort?"

"Have you ever seen a black organization actively cooperate with the official to help deal with other black organizations? If this matter is leaked, the reputation of the 'Black Umbrella' in the underground world will basically be ruined. And choose such a roundabout method, and then It makes it easier for them to cheat and not admit it." Zhang Xixue explained patiently.

After Yan Muyun was silent for a long time, he asked, "Is there anything you need from me?"

"Not yet. If anything else happens later, we will contact the Special Branch. I'm calling you because I just think you should know this."

"All right."

"Then...goodbye." Zhang Xixue's voice was slightly tired.

"You're not asleep yet, are you?" Yan Muyun realized something.

"Well, after we said goodbye in the morning, I went back to the police station to write a report, and then the following things happened."

"You should rest earlier."

"Okay, thank you, bye."

"goodbye."

After hanging up the phone, Yan Muyun sat blankly on the bed for a few minutes, then suddenly held his head with both hands and rubbed it very hard several times.

I was led by the nose all the way last night, and I was actually a little complacent. While she was sleeping soundly, Zhang Xixue was dealing with various tasks despite exhaustion and sleepiness.

An indescribable sense of frustration suddenly surged in Yan Muyun's heart, and his originally straight back bent unconsciously.

"I am indeed still too young." A 52-year-old man lamented.

Just then, the ringtone rang again, and this time it was Li Qingke calling.

After Yan Muyun got through, a woman's voice came from the other side: "Hey, would you like to come to the Special Branch now?"

"What's wrong?"

"Remember the little boy you saved before."

"Ah, remember that time with the spider demon in the mall, right?"

"He will be discharged from the hospital this afternoon. His parents just called and said they wanted to stop by the Special Branch to thank us."

Yan Muyun felt a little warm in his heart, but he still said, "There's no need to go out of your way to come. It's fine as long as you feel like it."

"I said so too, but they insist on coming, so I'm calling you now to ask." Li Qingke said.

Yan Muyun checked the time. It was still early and he didn't know what to do, so he said, "Okay, I'll be there soon."

"There's no rush. The boy's parents said they'd be here around four-thirty."