2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

At 3 a.m., the police questioning finally ended and Li Qingke went home to wait for the summons.

Wei Jun approached an old policeman who was obviously familiar to him and inquired in a low voice: "How is it?"

"How about what?" The old policeman rolled his eyes and waved his hand to signal him not to hinder him from recording the case.

"Will he be sentenced to self-defense?" Wei Jun refused.

The old policeman hesitated for a moment. Seeing that his colleagues around him were busy, he came over and lowered his voice and said, "It should be no problem. After all, the man had already shown obvious intentions of infringement according to the surveillance. There was no one around the woman and it was pitch dark." It’s difficult to maintain emotional stability under such circumstances, so even if this knife accidentally stabs that beast to death, it should be fine.”

"That's good." Wei Jun breathed a sigh of relief.

"But you have to remind that little girl." The old policeman said solemnly:

"Although she is very brave, she is a little reckless. In that case, you should not show the criminal evidence to the other party. She really doesn't know how to protect herself."

"Yes, yes, indeed." Wei Jun nodded repeatedly.

...

At the red light at the intersection, the white floating car hovered quietly in mid-air.

"Awesome, Dr. Li, you are so awesome, you are just like the female agent in the movie." Yan Muyun gave a thumbs up. After knowing the ins and outs of the matter, he was so impressed that he fell to the ground.

Yan Long sat aside and remained silent, while Wei Jun opened his mouth and held back a few words for a while: "Don't do such dangerous things in the future."

Li Qingke seemed not to hear what he was saying and asked, "Why are you following me tonight?"

"Because I think that man is not a good person." Yan Muyun raised his hand and answered.

"I don't believe it." Li Qingke shook his head.

"Believe me, I'm over 50 years old, and I've slept longer than you have been awake. I haven't seen anyone." Yan Muyun said earnestly, as if he had been through it all.

Li Qingke knew that nothing could be asked from him, so she was too lazy to continue to talk to him and turned to look at the night view of the city outside the window.

Half an hour later, the floating car stopped at the entrance of Langyang Community, and the three people got off the car one after another.

"Then I'll go back to the Special Branch first. See you tomorrow." Wei Jun stuck his head out of the car window.

"Goodbye Captain Wei." Yan Muyun and Yan Long waved goodbye.

Li Qingke stood aside and didn't know what he was thinking. He just tilted his head slightly and looked at the fountain with colorful lights next to him.

The float truck drove away and the three of them walked into the gate of the community.

Roads paved with bluestones extend in all directions, connecting the surrounding high-rise buildings.

Yan Long, who was walking in the middle, suddenly felt a little strange. He turned around and saw that Yan Muyun had fallen behind at some point and was standing under a streetlight eight or nine meters away, looking behind him.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Yan Muyun seemed to be awakened by this sound. He turned his head and showed a naive smile: "Nothing," and then trotted to catch up.

The three of them walked into the corridor and entered the elevator.

The elevator went up, stopped for a moment on the 107th floor, stopped for a moment on the 112th floor, and then quickly descended back to the 01st floor.

But if you watch the surveillance, you will find that when the elevator stopped on the 107th floor, the three people inside had already walked out.

"Can Xiaotaki and I stay at your place tonight?" Yan Muyun held his eldest nephew with one hand and asked with a smile.

Yan Long: "?"

Li Qingke: "?"

...

In the dead of night, around 4:30 in the morning, a figure wearing a black mask and hat appeared in front of the unit building and opened the access control system with a magnetic card.

The metal door of the elevator closed slowly, and the LCD screen on the wall outside showed numbers that didn't stop until the 107th floor.

The man didn't even glance at the door in the corridor. He walked straight to the glass window next to him and stretched out a hand to touch it.

Almost instantly, the surface of the glass was covered with a layer of white frost, shattered into powder and scattered hundreds of meters in the air. The strong wind outside poured into the corridor and made a whistling sound.

The man stuck his head out and looked around, then he held his hand on the wall and jumped directly to stand on the window sill.

You must know that this is the 107th floor. Ordinary people who dare to do this are either mentally ill or have parachutes on their backs. People with acrophobia can fall from this height enough to fall into coma and wake up three or four times before falling into a pulp.

The man held the window sill with his left hand and pressed his right hand against the exterior wall of the building. Transparent ice crystals instantly covered his entire palm, gluing his hand to it like tape.

Then he let go of his left hand and swung directly out of the window.

...

The lights were not turned on in the living room, and Yan Muyun sat quietly in the darkness, his bright eyes seeming to glow. Yan Taki, who was sitting next to him, was leaning on the sofa, looking a little tired.

Seeing his eldest nephew looking sleepy, Yan Muyun couldn't help but joked: "No way, brat, how can a young man of your age sleep? Look at your uncle, I haven't slept for two days. Still so energetic."

Yantaki sat up straight: "It's not like you drank five cans of energy drinks."

Yan Muyun thought of a bad joke for no reason, and said with a naive smile: "Do you think the smell of energy drinks will come out of my ashes when I am cremated?"

Normally, Yan Taki wouldn't pay attention to this kind of rubbish. At this time, he was so exhausted that he just chose to ignore it: "Are you really sure someone is following us?"

Yan Muyun's expression was slightly serious: "I'm sure someone is definitely following us."

"You haven't even seen each other, why are you so sure?"

"I don't know why, just a feeling?"

There was a brief silence in the living room.

"We have been waiting for almost an hour." Yan Long said.

Yan Muyun frowned slightly and raised a finger in front of his mouth: "Shh, look over there."

Yanlong forced himself to cheer up, squinted his eyes and looked outside, only to see a hand coming out of nowhere and touching the glass window of the balcony.

In the dead of night, outside a 107-story high-rise building, a strange hand suddenly slapped on the window. Such a terrifying scene may only appear in movies.

The hoarfrost spread around the palm, quickly forming a white circle with a diameter of one meter on the window.

With an almost inaudible shattering sound, the tempered glass, which was strong enough to withstand the violent impact of the hammer, turned into powder. Half of it fell on the balcony, and the other half was carried by the wind and floated outside.

The hand then grabbed the edge of the hole, and with a little force, a strange man wearing a mask and hat leaned out half of his body from below, and got in through the hole with great difficulty.

After landing as gently as possible, he held his waist with one hand and pressed the railing next to him with the other. You could see that the mask was bulging and deflating as if he was breathing. It was obvious that it was not easy for him to just turn in from outside the building.

"Hey, thank you for your hard work."

A sudden sound not far away frightened the man, and then he felt the world turned upside down. When he came to his senses, his face was pressed against the cold floor, and his arms were firmly stuck behind his back by a pair of iron-like hands.

"Don't move, who are you and why are you following us?"