2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

Across the road is a dark blue semicircular building. It is not high, but it covers a large area. It is particularly special in this city crowded with high-rise buildings.

In the hall, whose overall tone was also blue, two young men walked in from the outside.

Although the man in front looks younger, he has a stern face and a calm demeanor.

Compared with him, the young man following him looked like a young man from the countryside entering a high-end club in the city. He kept looking around, his face full of curiosity and doubt.

These two young men, who had very different demeanor but slightly similar looks, were naturally Yan Long and Yan Muyun.

"Reservation service, ability registration."

Yan Taki stood in front of a white machine and entered instructions with an expressionless voice.

Then he turned his head, waved, and asked Yan Muyun to stand in front of the machine's camera and enter facial information.

"The reservation is completed. Please arrive at Test Hall 5 within ten minutes."

A neutral mechanical sound came from the device, and an overhead view of the building appeared on the electronic screen. The red dot was their current location, and the blue curved lines extended all the way, finally connecting to a room on the second floor.

"Don't you need to go through relevant procedures first? Such as personal information, home address, etc." Yan Muyun asked curiously.

Yan Long walked in front without looking back: "It's already registered."

"Just scan your face?"

"Well, you are just comatose, not dead, so the relevant household registration information has been stored in the official server. You only need to scan your face, and your personal information will be automatically entered."

The two stood on the escalator to the second floor, and finally came to a silver-white double door, and found a chair next to it and sat down.

After about six or seven minutes, the door silently opened to both sides, and a soft but emotionless female voice came from the built-in speaker: "Mr. Yan Muyun, please prepare for testing."

"Go." Yan Long raised his chin.

Yan Muyun was stunned: "You won't accompany me? I don't understand anything."

"Just follow what the staff says, the process is not complicated."

"Fine."

Yan Muyun nodded and walked into the door.

This is a huge off-white room with a ceiling that is 10 meters high. It is very empty and has basically no furnishings. There is only a metal desk placed on the side next to the door.

Behind the desk is a cute young girl wearing a blue uniform with a rosy face.

At this time, she was looking at the computer screen in front of her, her thin eyebrows slightly furrowed, and she looked particularly serious.

After noticing someone coming in, the girl looked back, and then her brows furrowed deeper.

"Mr. Yan Muyun?" she asked tentatively.

Yan Muyun grinned: "Yeah, yes, it's me."

The girl seemed a little disbelieving. She looked back at the information on the screen and asked with great suspicion: "Are you 52 years old this year?"

"Yep."

"You take good care of yourself...so well." The girl smiled a little reluctantly.

In her mind, the "uncle" across from him had undoubtedly undergone plastic surgery or medication.

In this day and age, there are not many hospitals that can do this, but without exception they all cost a lot of money.

"Please sit down." The girl pointed to the chair opposite the desk.

"Okay." Yan Muyun sat down.

There is an electronic screen standing on the table, which displays the girl's photo and name, Yang Mingming.

"May I ask when did you awaken your superpower?"

"June 2022..." Yan Muyun's voice was a little soft.

"Huh?" Yang Mingming raised his head and looked at him doubtfully.

"About two o'clock this afternoon."

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Yan Muyun finally chose to tell a little lie.

Even if someone were to deliberately investigate, it would be difficult to find any clues. After all, he spent the first thirty years in a hospital bed.

"Okay, awakening time, June 2, 2052, 14:00." After recording the data, Yang Mingming raised his head again and looked over seriously with a pair of big bright eyes:

"May I ask what type of power you have, body, mind, element, energy, or something else?"

Yan Muyun recalled the barrier composed of silver hexagons and said slightly tentatively: "It should be energy, right?"

"Is it the destructive type, the defensive type, or the transformation type?"

"Defensive."

"Okay." Yang Mingming nodded, then stretched out his hand to press a blue button on the table, leaned slightly closer to the microphone: "Invite Tester No. 0042 to come to Test Hall No. 5."

About two minutes later, the door to the hall opened again, and a woman walked in from the outside. She was wearing a white uniform and looked relatively young, about 25 years old.

She has a tall and slender figure, short black hair that reaches her ears, chewing gum, and looks quite frivolous.

The woman walked up behind Yang Mingming and reached out to hold her shoulders: "Am I so useful? As long as I'm at work, you little girl will click on me every chance you get."

The corners of Yan Muyun's mouth twitched and he glanced at his feet expressionlessly.

Yang Ming was obviously used to the woman's teasing. His expression remained unchanged and he just looked at the screen in front of him: "Russell, this is your job."

As she spoke, she pressed the button on the side of the screen, and three cameras hung from the ceiling, all aimed at the inside of the room.

"This is a necessary image record." Yang Mingming explained.

Yan Muyun nodded: "Understood."

At this time, the tester named Russell straightened up, turned his gaze over, and showed a meaningful smile: "Little brother, are you ready?"

"He is 51 years old." Yang Mingming said expressionlessly.

The smile on Russell's face visibly froze, and he even forgot to chew gum. After a while, he uttered: "Are you kidding me?"

Yang Mingming directly lifted the tablet and held it in front of her face.

After personally confirming the subject's age information, Russell scratched the back of his head and said with a dry smile: "Well, uncle, how do you take care of it?"

"Sleep more." Yan Muyun's expression was very sincere.

"Okay, let's start the test quickly." Yang Mingming patted the table impatiently.

...

In the center of the spacious room, Yan Muyun stood somewhat reservedly, while Russell stood facing him about ten meters away.

Only then did he notice that there was a dark brown gun holster strapped to the outside of the opponent's thigh.

At this time, the holster had been opened, and the silver-gray pistol was spinning in the woman's fingertips.

"Are you ready?" Russell chewed gum and raised his eyebrows at him.

Yan Muyun swallowed, with a bitter smile on his face: "Are these all live ammunition?"

Russell took out the magazine of the pistol, took out the first bullet and put it in the palm of his hand.

Under the illumination of the indoor lights, the surface of the bullet's bullet reflected a brassy light.

Russell grinned and put the bullet back into the magazine: "Don't worry, these are all live ammunition."

"No, what I want to say is that I'm not proficient in using this power, and I don't know if I can successfully use it... What are you doing?!" Yan Muyun's last three words suddenly rose in tone.

While he was talking, Russell had reassembled the pistol and turned on the safety.

At this time, the black hole of the gun was pointed at his forehead.

"boom!"

Gunshots fired.