2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

"It's different from what I imagined. I thought that in this era, the city sky would be filled with all kinds of holographic projection advertisements." Yan Muyun raised his head, his voice seemed a bit dull after being filtered by the motorcycle helmet.

The surrounding high-rise buildings are like huge pillars holding up the sky, occupying most of the sky, leaving only a narrow gap, which makes people feel a bit depressed.

Even if he didn't want to, didn't want to, or couldn't believe it at this time, deep down in his heart he had to accept the fact that he had really arrived in the world thirty years later.

"This was indeed the case for a while, but later it was banned by the government because it affected the city's appearance and greatly interfered with residents' lives and the public transportation system."

As he spoke, Yan Long parked his motorcycle on the side of the road.

Yan Muyun took off his helmet and looked around with curiosity on his face: "I thought the dressing style of this era would be more individual and flamboyant."

Among the people coming and going on both sides of the street, office workers wore black suits and carried briefcases. Urban women wear exquisite makeup, slim-fitting dresses, and small high heels.

Some young people's clothes are a little more flamboyant, colorful, and messy with a weird beauty. Although most of them are styles that have never been seen before, they are still within the acceptable range of Yan Muyun's knowledge.

"Ugly things are ugly, and beautiful things have always been beautiful. The development of the times may affect people's aesthetics, but it will not distort their aesthetics."

After placing the motorcycle, Yan Long folded his hands on his chest and spoke calmly.

"That's true." Yan Muyun nodded in agreement: "Thirty years ago, in 2022, many people on the Internet thought the Hong Kong-style outfits of the 1980s and 1990s were very good-looking."

Yan Long nodded noncommittally, and then walked to an erected white rectangular body on the side of the road.

"What are you doing?" Yan Muyun came over.

"Buy a helmet."

"Buying a helmet?"

Yan Muyun felt like a country bumpkin who had entered the city at this time. Everything seemed new and interesting and difficult to understand.

Yan Taki stretched out a hand and tapped lightly on the white rectangular cube. In an instant, the light and shadow changed, and the colorful interface instantly filled the screen in the middle.

"You must have shopped online, right?" Yan Long stretched out a hand and waved it gently, and the interface on the screen turned to the next page with his movements.

"I fell into a coma in 2022, not 2002." Yan Muyun's mouth twitched.

Yanlong selected a black motorcycle helmet on the interface and clicked to place an order.

"How do you deliver it? A delivery boy who can teleport? Or a drone airdrop?" Yan Muyun had just finished speaking when he saw the bottom of the white rectangular body suddenly opened to both sides, and then a motorcycle helmet protruded from it. robotic arm.

After Yanlong reached out to take the helmet, the mechanical arm retracted, the colorful interface disappeared, and the white rectangular body returned to its original simple and inconspicuous appearance.

"3D printing, simple things can be produced directly." Yan Long put on the helmet and explained briefly.

Yan Muyun swallowed his saliva, and the sadness that originally surged in his heart due to the unknown and strangeness had been diluted by the impact of the unheard of new things.

Seeing the interested look on the face of this uncle who was only a few years older than him, Yan Long introduced a few more words:

"This 'vending machine' also has a holographic simulation function. For example, when you buy clothes, you can use the projection to 'try on' them to determine the size, style, etc."

"The name is a bit earthy, not high-tech." Yan Muyun smacked his lips.

Yan Long raised his eyebrows slightly: "Then what do you think it should be called?"

"For example..." Yan Muyun was silent for a while, then scratched the back of his head and said with a naive smile, "I can't think of a fancy name either."

At this moment, he noticed that Yan Long's figure suddenly became a little stiff and his movements were unnatural. He couldn't help but stepped forward and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"Shh." A finger was raised in front of his eyes.

Yan Taki took off the motorcycle helmet he had just put on, with a serious expression on his face.

Following his line of sight, Yan Muyun cast his gaze behind the vending machine, but there was nothing behind the plain white rectangle, and there was nothing worth paying attention to.

Wait, I must have read it correctly, is this shadow moving?

Under the slanting afternoon sun, a shadow was formed between the vending machine and the building wall.

This should have been an ordinary scene that would not have occurred to anyone.

However, when Yan Muyun looked there intently, he found that the edge of the shadow seemed to be trembling slightly, like the ripples caused by a pebble falling on a lake.

"Dark Curtain."

Yan Long seemed to be sure of something, and his pupils suddenly shrank. With almost no hesitation, he raised his left hand and placed it on the side of his mouth, saying in a quick voice: "Twelve, initiate emergency evacuation of the area, and at the same time send my current location to the Xiahai Cang District Special Branch Bureau."

Dark animal husbandry? Dark Priest?

Yan Muyun froze on the spot, completely confused about the situation in front of him.

Our eldest nephew used to be a very safe person. Why is it that in broad daylight, he is a second grader?

However, at the next moment, piercing and sharp sirens rang over the city. The bustling pedestrians on both sides of the road suddenly accelerated their pace one by one, and many of them started running in a panic.

On the road, the traffic flow seemed to be cut off in the middle, and a large section of the road suddenly became empty.

What the hell happened?

Yan Muyun held the motorcycle helmet in his arms and subconsciously wanted to run away with the crowd. However, he looked back at the nephew who was not far away, but he was unable to take a step.

"Why are you still standing there?" Yan Long turned around and saw that he was still standing there blankly. He quickly walked up and pushed his shoulder hard: "Run quickly, at least five hundred meters away before stopping. Down!"

Seeing the extremely anxious look on the young man in front of him, Yan Muyun realized the seriousness of the matter. Except for the time when the two of them first met, the other party had never been so out of sorts.

I am not familiar with the world thirty years from now, so it is better to follow the other party's instructions as much as possible and not to cause chaos.

"Ah, okay." Yan Muyun nodded quickly, and then ran towards the other end of the street.

However, after running for only two steps, he stopped again and shouted in this direction: "By the way, nephew, what about you? You should run too!"

"Don't worry about me, just run away!"

Yantaki shouted loudly as he walked to the motorcycle parked on the roadside: "This is my job!"

"Work sucks! You're just an intern!" Yan Muyun clasped his hands in front of his mouth and shouted at the top of his lungs.

He was really anxious now. Through Yanlong's series of weird actions and the reactions of passers-by and vehicles, he realized that something dangerous might happen soon.

"Listen to uncle and run away!" Yan Muyun jumped twice on the spot, wanting to rush back and carry the other person away.

"You are only four years older than me." Yan Long responded at last, and quickly took down the black suitcase embedded in the back seat of the motorcycle.

"Shit, I'm thirty-four years older than you...fuck!!"

Yan Muyun's last quintessence of nationality roared very loudly.

In his sight, the shadow behind the vending machine suddenly expanded, and dark red firelight shot out in all directions, like stars shattering.