2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

"Have you finished your meal? Lord Constantine's third gift for you is ready."

Hearing the familiar curry-flavored English coming from behind, Yan Muyun slowly turned his head and looked expressionlessly at Amir, who was standing at the buffet table and stuffing salmon meat into his mouth with his bare hands.

Yan Muyun raised the document bag in his hand: "Did you give this to her?"

"What's wrong?"

Amir wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, his eyes full of pride: "I just helped you take off the blindfold and earplugs to help you realize the true appearance of the world. Otherwise, you will always be like a child, holding on to too many things. An unrealistic fantasy.”

Somewhat unexpectedly, Yan Muyun did not show any anger or embarrassment, but nodded seriously: "You're right, thank you."

"Huh?" Amir was a little confused. After all, he still vividly remembered how crazy he was yesterday, so why did he seem to be a different person today.

"As you said, I can't continue to be childish. I'm just trying to act like a mature adult now." Yan Muyun said in a gentle tone as if he saw what he was thinking.

Then he stood up and shook out most of his soaked clothes: "Sorry, I'm a little dirty. Please wait until I take a shower and change clothes. Thank you."

Amir frowned: "...Okay."

"Sorry, I may have to stay with you for a while, so you don't have to wait for me." Yan Muyun showed an apologetic smile to Zhang Xixue.

"Hey." Amir pointed at Zhang Xixue: "She will go together."

"Me?" Zhang Xixue was a little surprised.

"Of course, this was originally a gift for you two."

.......

About half an hour later, Yan Muyun changed his clothes and returned to the restaurant.

Amir stretched out his hand and put it on his and Zhang Xixue's shoulders. In just a moment, they came to a completely unfamiliar environment.

This is probably an institution like a research institute. Every room is separated by completely transparent glass. Everywhere you can see are high-tech instruments that ordinary people can't name. The entire place was enveloped in a cold and professional atmosphere, and the air was filled with a unique metallic smell and a faint smell of chemical reagents.

Researchers in white coats held tablets and various instruments in their hands and walked around hurriedly. Everyone tightened their clockwork, as if they were facing an invisible war.

Yan Muyun was concerned about another point. Almost no one here cared about the sudden appearance of three strangers. They seemed to have become accustomed to all this.

"Wendy." Amir suddenly grabbed a red-haired woman who was hurriedly walking by with her head lowered, and said to her with a smile: "Please take the two of them to Laboratory No. 1."

The red-haired woman raised her head and glanced at him, her brows furrowed slightly, as if she was a little impatient. But she didn't say anything in the end. She just waved to Yan Muyun and Zhang Xixue and continued walking forward.

"Thank you." Before leaving, Yan Muyun clenched his hand into a fist, palm down, and placed it in front of Amir.

The latter frowned slightly, not knowing what he meant, and stretched out his hand hesitantly.

A few coins fell into his hand.

"Sorry, that's all I have. You know almost no one uses physical currency now." Yan Muyun seemed a little guilty, and finally clasped his hands together and shook them before turning and leaving.

Yan Muyun put down the coffee and reached out to fiddle with the scattered draft papers on the table: "I thought geniuses were more...well, mavericks. I didn't expect you, Senior Xiao, to be so easy to get along with."

Yan Muyun took the paper cup and took a sip: "By the way...what project here can take the owner of Pale Tong for so long?"

The partition of this room is not a wall, but a large piece of glass.

Listening to the pure Chinese accent of the other party, Yan Muyun raised his eyebrows slightly: "Chinese?"

Does this mean he is the driver? Tip?

Unexpectedly, I would see one of them here.

The last time I had a discussion with Zhuge Xiangming, the other party mentioned two names, one was Zhai Qin and the other was Xiao Qiuxu. It is said that these two people are both the owners of Pale Eyes, and they were both poached from China by the original god Constantine.

The two of them followed Xiao Qiuxu and quickly arrived at the back room of the laboratory.

"Absolutely." Xiao Qiuxu picked up the coffee pot from a slightly cleaner workbench and poured a cup of coffee for each of them: "Don't dislike it, I personally prefer instant coffee."

His hair is naturally curly, and he wears a pair of rimless glasses on the bridge of his nose. He gives off a refined and gentle look, and quite the temperament of a cultured man with a poetic and scholarly temperament.

"Is it you?" An idea flashed in Yan Muyun's mind, and he suddenly remembered the identity of the man in front of him.

"Yes." The man smiled and shook hands with him: "Mr. Yan, this is the first time we meet and I have known you by name for a long time. My surname is Xiao and my given name is Qiu Xu."

"Speaking of which, we are still alumni." Xiao Qiuxu reminded.

Zhang Xixue took two steps forward excitedly, but when she saw the person sitting there clearly, her face showed deep disappointment.

Xiao Qiuxu paused slightly, lowered his head and said, "There are all kinds of projects in this mess. There is nothing we can do. It's for the sake of world peace."

Xiao Qiuxu waved his hand. After looking at the time on the computer screen, he turned his head and looked at the two of them with a smile: "Let's get to the point. I think the gentleman inside has almost rested. How about you two, get ready. Yet?"

What she didn't notice was that behind her, Yan Muyun's eyes widened, with an expression on his face that he had seen a ghost.

At this time, the device seemed to have finished running and was slowly adjusting its angle. The hatch-like lid opened, and a figure sat up from inside.

"You two, please come in." Xiao Qiuxu smiled and turned sideways, taking the lead in walking in.

The two took a few steps forward. The camera at the door turned slightly, as if it was observing them, and then the metal door slowly opened to both sides.

Yan Muyun and Zhang Xixue looked at each other and smiled slightly: "Let's go."

"It's okay. I'm not used to drinking good coffee either. I just like instant coffee."

The red-haired woman pointed to the metal gate in front, and then turned around and returned the same way without waiting for the two of them to react. As he walked, he muttered something in a low voice, as if he was dissatisfied with the waste of time.

...

"Xiao Qiuxu?" Yan Muyun thought slightly, feeling like he had heard this name somewhere before.

"What?" Yan Muyun was slightly startled. He originally thought that the third thing Constantin wanted to give him was in Xiao Qiuxu's hands. Why would he want to see anyone else?

"Hello." What came into view was a smiling, tall East Asian man who seemed to be the person in charge of this laboratory.

"Arrived, right here."

This laboratory is obviously different. The surrounding walls are no longer made of transparent glass, but made of some kind of alloy.

Zhang Yu in his twenties?

Why... would he see it here...

As Yan Muyun walked in, he asked very familiarly: "Senior Xiao, have you been here all these years?"

Behind that glass is a huge, silver-white, oval-shaped device.

"There's nothing special about me, everyone is just an ordinary human being."

Amir was stunned on the spot holding the coin. It took him a long time to react. His dark face was slightly purple with anger.