2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

"Get out!"

"Get out of our village!!"

The villagers waved their hoes, sticks, and hatchets, and shouted in unison. As long as the police car moves forward even half a minute, these agricultural tools will fall down mercilessly.

The gray-haired old man lay in front of the car, stuffed his head under the tire, and howled in a hoarse voice. Children wearing crotchless cloth stood on the hood of the car, laughing, shouting and jumping around at the instigation of adults, stepping hard on the windshield with their little feet.

The policeman in the driver's seat picked up the walkie-talkie: "Retreat first, people in this village are crazy."

"But..." Yan Muyun stretched out his hand, his voice trembling: "But my daughter is inside..."

"I know, but we can't get in now." The noise outside was so loud that the police had to yell in response.

Three police cars were dispatched for this rescue. The police car at the front had been smashed by the rioting villagers. The South Vietnamese police officer who was dragged out of the car squatted on the side of the road with his head in his hands, not daring to make any move at all.

The South Vietnamese police officer in the second police car stretched his gun out of the window and fired several shots into the air. However, the surrounding villagers did not retreat much, and some even bold old people directly reached out to grab the barrel of the gun.

The scene has become increasingly chaotic, and the angry villagers may transfer their anger here at any time.

In order to protect the safety of the two elderly people, the police had to temporarily retreat.

"Why...why are they unwilling to return their daughter to us..."

Looking at his grief-stricken wife beside him, Yan Muyun could no longer suppress the anger in his heart, and slapped the front seat like a madman: "These beasts! They all deserve to die!"

After all, he was over fifty years old. After just yelling a few times, he coughed painfully, and his wrinkled face turned red.

The police car eventually left the village.

If Officer Wang, who came from China specifically to take charge of the case, had not repeatedly promised to send more men to storm the village and rescue his daughter when he returned, the anxious Yan Muyun might have been tempted to snatch the policeman's gun and jump out of the car to fight the beasts. Fight hard.

...

"It's strange. According to the description of the South Vietnamese police, this is not the first time that women have been bought and sold in that village. In the previous two times, they sent a few local police officers to pick them up. When they encountered difficult situations, they could only scare them, but there were basically no problems. ..."

"This matter has been investigated because the victim this time is of Chinese nationality. Somebody who has been stabbed a thousand times is spreading rumors in the village, saying that our Chinese police will take all those involved in human trafficking back to the country and sentence them to death. That’s why the villagers were so excited.”

In the conference room of the police station, two police officers who came from China to take charge of the case were discussing the case with serious expressions. Occasionally when they talk about some sensitive topics, they will subconsciously glance at the middle-aged man sitting hunched in the corner of the room and lower the volume of the discussion.

The man was over 1.8 meters tall, but at the moment he looked like a wizened little old man.

"Police Officer Wang, Officer Sun..."

Yan Muyun slowly raised his head and looked at the empty table, his eyes unfocused: "When will my daughter come back?"

The faces of the two police officers froze at the same time, and the air was silent for a moment.

The policeman with the Chinese character on the left was the first to squeeze out a smile on his face: "Mr. Liu, our commissioner from the Special Branch has passed by. I believe there will be news about your daughter soon..."

At this moment, the door of the conference room was pushed open without warning, and a young police officer with a gray face almost rushed in.

He opened his mouth, and just as he was about to say something, he noticed the middle-aged man in the corner and closed his mouth tightly.

Officer Wang reacted quickly and stood up from his seat: "Come on, let's go out and talk."

"Snapped!"

Something was broken.

The three of them turned around and saw the thin middle-aged man with gray hair throwing a porcelain cup on the ground, picking up a sharp piece of porcelain and putting it against his throat. His eyes were red and he shouted one word hysterically:

"explain!"

The young police officer was so frightened by this scene that he froze in place, looking helplessly at the two superiors next to him.

Officer Wang coughed dryly: "Brother Liu, what are you doing..."

"Say!" A thunderous roar interrupted his next words.

Yan Muyun raised his neck, and the porcelain piece in his hand had already made a cut on his throat, and dots of bright red fell on the black conference table. He stretched out his trembling arms and pointed at the young police officer at the door, with a hoarse voice: "What do you want to say! Say it now!"

The young police officer's chest was heaving violently, looking left and right, unable to make up his mind.

"If you have anything to say, just say it." Officer Wang sighed.

The young police officer took a deep breath: "No...no one was found..."

Upon hearing this, Yan Muyun's heart suddenly turned cold.

However, before he could say anything, Officer Wang frowned and asked: "How could it not be found! That village has long been monitored by drones in all directions, and not even a fly can escape!"

The young police officer gritted his teeth, stepped forward and whispered quickly, causing the corners of the latter's eyes to tremble.

"What are you talking about! Louder! Tell me quickly!" Yan Muyun was about to go crazy. He was beating the table hard, and the hand holding the broken porcelain was stained red with blood.

However, this time the three policemen did not speak, but looked at this side with extremely compassionate expressions.

"You guys talk!!"

Yan Muyun put the porcelain piece against his throat again, roared and cut a gash on the side, and dark red blood flowed out immediately.

He avoided the carotid artery.

He's a doctor and he knows how to scare people.

The three policemen rushed forward at the same time, but the next moment they were stunned by Yan Muyun's death-defying eyes, and they did not dare to move forward.

Officer Wang's face turned gloomy, and he almost squeezed out the next words through his teeth:

"We... found your daughter's hair and teeth in a pigsty..."

Yan Muyun's vision went dark and he lost consciousness.

...

"Is it really right for us to do this?"

Yan Muyun looked at the picture on the tablet in front of him, his voice trembling.

"What's wrong?" The middle-aged man with red eyes turned his head.

The two have been married for almost thirty years, and Yan Muyun has never felt that the other person is so strange.

The picture on the tablet is a village overlooking from a high altitude. The doors and windows of every house are closed. Only the dogs and chickens in the yard make some noise from time to time, proving that there are still people living here.

The door of the dilapidated wooden house on the left was pushed open, and a naked little boy walked out. He looked very weak. He fell to the ground after taking only two steps, and the broken gourd in his hand fell several meters away.

The little boy tried his best to get up and stopped picking up the broken gourd. He hung his body by the water tank and drank the water in it with both hands. But after taking a few sips, he tilted his body and fell to the ground again. There was no movement for a long time.

"No, I can't bear it anymore." Yan Muyun's voice was trembling, and he was already crying.

She used her last bit of strength to grab her husband's shoulder and slapped him in the face.

However, the other party just stared at her with red eyes and remained silent without speaking.

"There are... about a hundred people in this village, and they are not necessarily all bad people..." Yan Muyun pointed at the screen, his vision blurred by tears: "What's more, there are... child......"

The middle-aged man still didn't speak. His face was gloomy, like a stone statue without emotion.

"Youyou won't forgive you if you do this... You know her dream is to be a teacher..."

"Do you remember those people?" the other party finally spoke.

"What?" Yan Muyun asked subconsciously.

"Those who blocked the police car and refused to let us take Youyou home." The middle-aged man's voice was low and hoarse, with an inexplicable power: "I remember it very clearly, I remember every face very clearly. "

Yan Muyun closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to regain his balance in his voice: "The injustice has its owner, and the debtor has its owner. We just need to kill them..."

"Killing them is not enough."

The middle-aged man shook his head: "I want them to kneel in front of Youyou, kowtow to atone for their sins, day after day, year after year...and then let them die in pain."

Yan Muyun smiled: "I will listen to you."

Yan Muyun cursed and tried to get up, but there was a sharp pain in his left arm. It was probably a broken bone.

The next second, all the blood in his body froze.

While riding a motorcycle on a somewhat bumpy road, Yan Muyun saw a fiery red meteor streaking across the night sky. Not only did his mood get better, he thought it was the gods supporting him, so he quickly stopped and made a wish.

Yan Muyun sighed and finally climbed back onto the road using his hands and feet. He patted the dust off his body and walked towards the village.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

He gritted his teeth, supported himself with one arm and stood up, picked up a wooden stick in the grass, and looked up at the roadside fiercely.

The earth trembled, and strong winds surged out of the forest, bringing countless broken branches and leaves onto the road. If Yan Muyun hadn't hid behind the motorcycle in time, he might have been scratched on the face by a small branch.

The reason why I say "something" is because it is neither a human nor an animal, but a group of transparent objects that are constantly changing shapes.

He walked to the side of his overturned motorcycle and stretched out his hands to help it up, but found that he could not push the motorcycle up the steep slope.

...

Yan Muyun was so frightened that he immediately twisted the handlebars and rushed forward with the roar of the motorcycle engine. As a result, because he failed to control the direction well, he and the car rolled directly into the ditch on the roadside.

He was unwilling to give in. He could obviously avenge his daughter soon, so why did he do it at this time...

The transparent object suddenly elongated and turned into a human shape. The next second it turned into the appearance of a thin old man with gray hair: "Alien... Alien species?"

The skinny old man repeated these words without emotion and walked down step by step on the clods of soil.

Just when he estimated that he could return to the village in half an hour, there was a sudden strange noise in the woods ahead.

But he soon discovered something was wrong. The meteor actually fell on this area, making a deafening explosion and making the sky red.

Seeing that the other party turned into his own appearance, Yan Muyun's eyes showed a hint of cruelty, and he waved the wooden stick in his hand: "Get away! You bitch! Don't come close to me!"

Yan Muyun stopped warily, pointed the head of his motorcycle in that direction, and shined the bright headlight on it, trying to see what was making the noise.

"The meteor fell to the ground, proving that my wish will definitely come true."

"Damn, what the hell..."

"Alien... alien species?" Yan Muyun heard his own voice tremble a little.

Yan Muyun was in a good mood and didn't care about the sudden change. He hummed a song and got back on the motorcycle.

"Get away...bitch...don't come near me..."

Yan Muyun felt something slipping down his cheek. He reached out and touched it. It was water, his own tears.

He raised the wooden stick in his hand and rushed towards the skinny old man while retching.

"Anyway, we're not far from the village... Then we'll find a few people to help us."

"Ah... that meteorite... scared me."

He was so excited that he could not sleep at the thought of realizing his long-cherished goal soon. He got up before dawn and prepared to rush back to the village.

Just like a stone dropped into the lake, it caused a splash and several ripples, and then the lake surface returned to calm.

Yan Muyun stood there for a while, stretched out his hand and scratched his back, remembering what had just happened.

Yan Muyun was very excited.

Yan Muyun roared desperately, and there was a tearing pain in his throat.

It was already dark, and the faint morning light shone from the end of the road, shining on the thing on the side of the road.

However, after waiting for a long time, he found nothing.

Just when he lowered his guard and was about to continue on his way, something suddenly jumped out of the woods beside him.