2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

Perhaps because of the unpleasant experience he had in the hospital last time, Yan Muyun felt inexplicably uncomfortable at this moment. He stood in the corridor filled with the faint smell of disinfectant and fell into a brief confusion.

He originally planned to check on Zhang Xixue first, but as soon as he got out of the elevator, he was stopped by a smiling young woman and a tall man in a black suit.

"Is this Mr. Yan Muyun?" The woman smiled quietly and her attitude was very respectful.

However, this question seemed unnecessary, because before Yan Muyun could admit her identity, she had already continued on by herself: "I'm sorry, Miss Zhang is very ill now and is still in a coma. Her parents hope She can rest quietly without being disturbed."

Yan Muyun touched his nose and said nothing, but nodded slightly.

It was obvious that this strange young woman knew him. And the mission of these two people here is probably just to stop him.

One is soft, and if you don't listen to advice, the other is hard.

Yan Muyun glanced at the tall man in black. He didn't think this guy was his opponent. But since the other party is standing here, it means that Zhang Yu's attitude is very clear, and he really does not intend to let him visit Zhang Xixue.

"The ward of little sister Zhang Zitong is No. 504, just turn left over there." The young woman leaned slightly and pointed to him in the direction.

Yan Muyun did not go directly. Instead, he turned a corner and found a vending machine and bought two bottles of canned coffee.

Sitting at the door of Room 504 was a capable young man wearing a brown jacket, who was obviously a policeman in civilian clothes. Yan Muyun threw one of the cans of coffee to the other party and sat down next to him.

"My name is Yan Muyun." He introduced himself first.

"Zhang Junmao, just call me Xiao Zhang." The young policeman gave him a friendly smile: "I know you."

It has long been rumored within the police that a former commissioner of the Special Branch was involved in this case. Xiao Zhang opened the coffee casually, took a sip and asked, "I heard that you caught the prisoner this time?"

"Yeah." Yan Muyun nodded, but sighed: "It's a pity that I only caught one."

When Zhang Zitong was poisoned, Meng Qian was being threatened by Jun Qianmian in the police interrogation room. It was obvious that he had an accomplice, and there might be more than one.

Dealing with gang crimes is much more complicated than dealing with individual crimes.

After drinking some water, Zhang Zitong's face calmed down a little.

"Yeah." Zhang Zitong nodded.

Yan Muyun hurried over, helped the girl up from the bed, and took a glass of warm water from the table next to her and fed her to drink it.

She seemed to have no one in this world she could rely on.

"Brother Yan...cough...cough..." Zhang Zitong wanted to call him, but he started coughing before he could say a few words.

"How is sister Xixue doing now?"

"In the past few days... no, think about it, have you met any strange people in the past few weeks or months?" Yan Muyun asked softly while reaching out to help Zhang Zitong pull up the quilt. Said: "For example, claiming to be your father's former friend, former colleague, etc.?"

"Yes." Zhang Zitong nodded, grabbed the quilt with both hands and pulled it up, covering his little face more.

In this era where just throwing a stone into a crowd can hit two or three people with super powers, many things cannot be measured by common sense. What's more, there are now black organizations that specialize in doing dirty work for people. The difficulty for the police to solve crimes has undoubtedly increased exponentially compared to before.

Yan Muyun did not continue to ask questions, because the police must have asked all the questions that should be asked. Since they didn't come up with any useful clues, there would be no exception for me.

Xiaozhang: "?"

Without looking at the strange look in his eyes, Yan Muyun opened the ward door and walked in.

Yan Muyun's heart moved slightly, but he suddenly felt sad.

After seeing Yan Muyun, Zhang Zitong's eyes, which were half-closed due to fatigue, suddenly widened, with a strange light shining inside.

"So she was poisoned in the toilet?" Yan Muyun asked.

"I haven't woken up yet." Yan Muyun was silent for a moment and said, "The poison seems to be different between you two. Hers is more serious."

She looked really pitiful now, her delicate and small face was almost bloodless, her black gem-like eyes were covered with mist, and her already fair skin had a transparent texture at the moment, as if it was as fragile as jade.

He didn't say any more, but Yan Muyun already understood what he meant.

"I don't know." Zhang Zitong lowered his eyelids and shook his head slightly.

He stood up, put the other can of coffee into the other person's hand, and said calmly: "Next time we meet, remember to call him uncle. I am 52 this year."

"It's possible, but not necessarily." Xiao Zhang sighed: "In today's world, there are too many weird people and things. It's better to be in the past when there were no superpowers. I heard from the seniors that at that time, only Most cases can be solved based on monitoring and sorting out interpersonal relationships. As for now..."

The smile on Xiao Zhang's face faded, and his eyes became a little serious: "We have checked the surveillance and found nothing suspicious. The little girl basically had no contact with anyone. She went to the toilet once on the way, and it took less than ten minutes after that. It’s poisoned.”

"Aren't you going in? That little girl seems to trust you very much. She has asked you several times since she just woke up when you will come over." Xiao Zhang raised his eyebrows slightly, and then felt that it was inappropriate to say this in his own capacity. It was so appropriate, so I added: "Let me remind you, that person is a minor."

He suddenly realized that the girl in front of him no longer had her parents, and the relationship between so-called relatives had long been diluted or even distorted by financial interests.

Yan Muyun moved a chair to the side and sat down. He reached out and touched the girl's forehead: "I will stay here with you tonight. You can rest peacefully."

"Sister, can you go out for a moment?" She was covered with a thick quilt, revealing only a pale little face. Her originally soft voice was a little hoarse now, revealing a strong sense of weakness.

In addition to Zhang Zitong who was lying on the hospital bed, there was also a pretty but unsmiling young woman sitting on the chair next to her. There was no doubt that the other person was also a policeman, and his aura made Yan Muyun think that he was seeing Zhang Xixue.

He had figured out these things before arriving at the hospital. The hospital still cannot accurately determine the specific composition of the toxins in Zhang Xixue's body. The police already suspected that the poison was made by a person with supernatural powers. As for the toxins in Zhang Zitong's body, although they are also highly toxic, they are at least drugs currently known in medicine.

When passing by Yan Muyun, the policewoman turned her head and looked at him. They both nodded slightly at the same time, and then the former walked straight out and closed the door.

"Can you recall who you have been in contact with?" he asked softly, smoothing his shirt calmly.

After feeding the girl water, Yan Muyun laid her flat on the bed, seemingly not noticing the other's slender hand grabbing the clothes on his chest.

Yan Muyun: "..."

The policewoman nodded slightly and reached out to smooth the hair on the girl's forehead: "I'm right outside the door."

After a moment, she blinked, as if she was a little embarrassed, and then a muffled voice came from inside: "Brother Yan...can you not leave tonight?"

"No." Zhang Zitong hid half of his face under the quilt and shook his head.