2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

Three years passed in a flash.

The age of the abyss ends and the age of divine grace begins.

The world has returned to peace and tranquility, and everything seems to be getting better.

During the summer vacation after the college entrance examination, the boy and the girl made an appointment to fill in the same application form and attend the same university.

The girl wanted to take advantage of the summer vacation to visit her father, travel abroad, and invite the boy to join her.

Because China and South Vietnam signed a series of trade agreements some time ago, almost all fields in South Vietnam are a blue ocean with a lot of opportunities. The girl’s father decided to start a business related to medical devices. He went to investigate with his partners half a year ago, and then founded a company locally. He has not been back for a while.

But faced with the girl's invitation, the boy declined.

He wanted to save money by working during the summer vacation, and when she came back, he could buy a gift and confess to her.

"Pay attention to your safety. It's not as good as at home. It seems to be quite chaotic."

"It's okay. My father said that Hanoi is fine in the city. After all, it is the capital, and our Chinese army maintains stability. The remote areas there are mainly chaotic. I am not a child anymore and will not run around."

This was their last face-to-face conversation, and the boy still clearly remembers every word.

...

Having said this, Xing Xiuxian took a puff of cigarette, then put the cigarette butt in the palm of his hand and twisted it hard.

Then there was silence, a long, seemingly endless silence.

Yan Muyun and Ye Buyu were very curious about the story behind it, but they both knew enough to say nothing and just sat quietly.

"You should have guessed the rest of the story. The direction of the plot is quite cliche and nothing new."

I don't know how long it took before Xing Xiuxian spoke again: "The girl was kidnapped by South Vietnamese criminals and sold to a mountainous area where birds can't poop. In order to track down the whereabouts of his sweetheart, the boy changed his college aspirations and became a Huaxia student a few years later. A member of the Foreign Special Branch. He used his position to track down all criminal gangs in South Vietnam, just to find out the real culprit who kidnapped the girl..."

"How about this story?" Xing Xiuxian leaned back slightly and looked at the two people beside him, seeming to be asking for advice.

Yan Muyun and Ye Buyu looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

"Just treat this story as false. It's okay."

Ye Buyu's voice was very soft: "If it is false, then this story is not bad."

"What if it's true?" Xing Xiuxian asked.

"If it's true, I hope it's false." Yan Muyun felt a little heavy.

His answer was not very serious, but it was sincere, mainly because he wanted to relieve the somewhat solemn atmosphere around him.

Xing Xiuxian took out a cigarette, held it in his mouth and lit it: "What if I told you that one year and three months after the girl disappeared, the Chinese police and the South Vietnamese police finally found her?"

...

Tonight's sacrifice seemed to have reached the second half. Old man Liu, who was wearing strange clothes and a triangular turban, beat his waist drum and performed a strange, even ugly dance in front of the high altar shrine.

Maybe it can't even be called a dance, it's just an old man twisting his body randomly while beating the drum. But everyone in the venue had stopped eating and was sitting respectfully watching this scene. The scene looked solemn and serious.

"Dong dong."

"Hu Bishan!"

With the sound of two drums, Old Man Liu shouted out a person's name.

Under the envious gazes of everyone at the venue, a dark-skinned middle-aged man in his fifties stood up. With a smile on his face, he trotted up to the high platform, and then knelt down on the futon in front of the shrine with a plop.

"Boom."

"Bye." Old Man Liu's voice was hoarse and he slowly uttered one word.

With a respectful expression, Hu Bishan bowed three times and kowtowed nine times, and at the same time shouted: "Please forgive me for my sins and purify my filth. Please bless my family to be healthy, happy, and safe."

After prostrating, Hu Bishan took a bowl of dark red rice wine from Old Man Liu and drank it all in one gulp.

"This is the blood given to you by the goddess. You will be forgiven."

"Thank you Goddess!" Hu Bishan clasped his hands together and bowed respectfully before getting off the platform.

After that, Old Man Liu called six or seven more people, and the process was mostly the same. Among them were old men and young women, old men and women who were resident in the village, and young adults who had just returned to the village in the past two days to participate in the sacrifice. There was no pattern at all.

Yan Muyun also noticed that before praying for blessings, everyone must say: "Ask the Goddess of Purification of Youhe River to forgive my sins and purify my filth." I think it should be a fixed slogan before praying for this kind of religious ceremony, just like those religions in the past always said "Amitabha", "Thank you Lord", "Amen" and the like.

However, he was not very interested in the sacrifice in front of him at this time. He wanted to hear Xing Xiuxian tell the rest of the story.

After saying that the Chinese police and the South Vietnamese police had found the girl, Xing Xiuxian shut up and concentrated on watching the sacrificial ceremony below, which made Yan Muyun, who was curious about what happened next, scratch his head.

He believed that Ye Buyu must have similar feelings, because the last time he and she looked at each other, he could see that her thin eyebrows were almost wrinkled.

But neither of them could do anything. After all, what Xing Xiuxian was talking about was probably his personal experience. It was hard for them to urge the other party to reveal his own scars.

However, at this moment, something seemed to have happened in the venue below.

Just when Old Man Liu called out the name of about the twentieth person, an unharmonious voice rang out.

"Let me go up, I also want to pray."

As soon as he finished speaking, a short middle-aged man in a suit took the lead in climbing the stairs to the high platform.

"Ruan Yuanzhong, what are you doing!" Someone in the audience stood up and shouted angrily.

"Get out of here, I didn't read your name again!"

The scene suddenly became noisy, with everyone accusing and cursing him for not obeying the rules. However, Ruan Yuanzhong just put his hands behind his back and looked at everyone with a smile.

Yan Muyun remembered this middle-aged man. His reputation in the village was not good. It was said that he always used various overt and covert means to force villagers to relocate. It's already annoying, but if you do something like this tonight, I'm afraid you'll be beaten soon.

Just when the scene became more and more chaotic, two drums sounded, causing the crowd's shouts to gradually weaken.

Old Man Liu's voice was hoarse but powerful: "Stop arguing, he is already in the oracle tonight, just a slight change of order."

With the support of the high priest, Ruan Yuanzhong seems to be more confident.

He Shi Shiran knelt down on the futon, bowed three times and kowtowed, and read loudly: "Please forgive me for my sins and purify my filth. Please change the minds of these old stubborns in the village. Let them move to the city obediently!"

These remarks naturally aroused another round of angry curses, and many old people had already picked up tree branches, as if they were ready to rush up and teach the other party a lesson at any time.

"He is really not afraid of being beaten." Yan Muyun said with emotion.

"I guess he is more confident in his bodyguard ability." Ye Buyu noticed that under the high platform, the young man in a suit who came to the village with Ruan Yuanzhong was standing by the stairs, watching the old people surrounding him with an expression on his face. Calm and indifferent.

At this time, on the high platform, Ruan Yuanzhong had already taken the dark red rice wine from Old Man Liu's hand. But instead of drinking, he took out a small silver stick from his pocket. In front of everyone in the venue, he slowly put the end of the stick into the rice wine.

"Ruan Yuanzhong, what are you doing again!"

"You deserve to die for making such a mess at a sacred sacrifice!"

Seeing that someone below was trying to force his way up the stairs, Ruan Yuanzhong still looked calm and composed, putting his index finger in front of his mouth: "Shh, everyone, be quiet. This is a detector developed by foreign countries. It only needs to be in contact with objects. , you can detect whether there are any substances harmful to the human body..."

Having said this, he slowly lifted up the silver stick and saw that the part under the stick that was in contact with the rice wine had turned dark.

Ruan Yuanzhong seemed to be frightened. With a shake of his hand, the porcelain bowl fell to the ground and shattered into pieces. The red rice wine also dripped along the cracks in the wooden platform and onto the ground below.

"This is......"

His voice was trembling, and his tone was as exaggerated as if he was performing a stage play:

"...It's extremely poisonous!"