2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

Yan Muyun picked up a handful of water with both hands, slapped it on his face, and then rubbed it twice.

He raised his head. The young man in the mirror had curly black hair, a high nose, and a pair of black thin-rimmed glasses. His eyes looked a little dull from staying up late last night.

Although the overall appearance cannot be said to be very handsome, it looks quite pleasing to the eye at first glance, making it easy for people to get close to him.

"It always feels a bit familiar." Yan Muyun sighed.

When I was in high school, my dad was the principal.

Now I am participating in an internship, and my brother is the immediate boss of the unit.

If this were the case in previous online novels, I would have been a stepping stone for the protagonist to show off and get slapped in the face.

Yan Muyun used to joke with his friends and laugh at himself. How could the principal's son in idol dramas or novels be so beautiful, with countless younger brothers and beauties around him, so how could he have stretched his hips now?

Not to mention being a school bully, he even served as the disciplinary inspection director for a period of time in his second year of high school, specializing in inspecting school uniform issues and study room discipline.

No matter how it is in reality or in novels, in Yan Muyun's own thinking situation, if there is someone above him, how can he be arrogant?

He will only act more cautiously, for fear of causing trouble and implicating the other party.

After all, if you commit a crime, no matter what the other party does, as long as the relationship is here, it will be ignored by others.

Conspiracy theories such as bullying others and abusing power for personal gain have basically come to the fore.

In high school, he was always timid, fearing that his father would be implicated.

Now he is also timid, fearing that his brother will be implicated.

"Are you new here?"

A sudden voice came from behind, dragging Yan Muyun out of his wild thoughts.

He turned around and saw a young man with a thin figure and a delicate face standing not far away, looking at him curiously.

The young man was wearing white short-sleeves, and a few strands of hair on his forehead were dyed red, with a thin streak of orange mixed in. At first glance, it looked like a burning flame.

"Well, that's right." Yan Muyun nodded, and then asked curiously: "Are you also a commissioner of the Special Branch?"

The other person looked to be sixteen or seventeen years old at most, which was too young.

"Of course." The young man nodded matter-of-factly: "I'll see you at the office later. I'll go to the bathroom first."

After saying that, he pushed open the door of a cubicle and walked straight in.

This boy should be an intern like Yan Long. But even so, he looks a bit too young.

Yan Muyun shook his head and decided not to think about it anymore. He took out a few tissues from the side of the sink and wiped his face casually.

"Are you new here?"

The voice came from behind again, and it sounded very familiar.

Yan Muyun looked at the mirror, only to find that the young man from before had appeared at the door of the bathroom again at some point, folding his hands and looking at him.

What the hell? Didn't he just enter the toilet? When did he arrive at the door?

Yan Muyun turned his head sharply and stared at the other person with caution: "What do you mean?"

Seeing his reaction, the young man also frowned and asked, "What do you mean? Why are you so surprised if I don't just talk to you?"

"Just a few seconds ago, you asked me the same question." Yan Muyun explained.

"Really?" The young man was stunned for a moment.

Yan Muyun balled up the tissue in his hand and asked suspiciously, "What's going on? Is this your ability? Teleportation? Or is it going back in time?"

The young man smiled: "If I had such powerful abilities, I would have stopped staying in this Special Branch Bureau a long time ago."

"Then what happened?"

Yan Muyun was also a little confused at this time. He even wondered if he was hallucinating because he stayed up too late yesterday.

"But..." The young man raised his hand to touch his chin, his voice was drawn out, and his expression looked a little hesitant.

Yan Muyun urged, "What do you want to say?"

The young man sighed and seemed to have made up his mind. He raised his head and looked directly into his eyes: "Are you sure the person you saw before was me? Or, are you sure the 'I' you saw... is a human being?" ?”

Yan Muyun opened his mouth and was about to say something when he heard the door of the toilet cubicle behind him making a sound.

He looked back and saw half of the young man's pale face revealed behind the slowly opened door, with an eye as dark as a deep pool staring at him.

"Children are children." Yan Muyun sighed, threw the tissue in his hand into the trash can, then turned to leave.

The boy standing at the door of the toilet widened his eyes and opened his mouth to say something, but the other person had already passed him by.

After Yan Muyun walked out, he stood there and curled his lips, and then shouted inside: "Han Jinyu, it's all your fault for acting too fake."

The door of the compartment was pushed open, and a young man who looked exactly like him walked out and protested quite unconvincingly: "Fart, Han Yinzhu, your acting is too fake, the dialogue is not natural at all."

The two men looked exactly the same, and they were both wearing white short-sleeved shirts and had red hair on their foreheads. It was difficult to tell the difference just by looking at their appearance.

This is a pair of twins.

...

"Huh." After walking out of the toilet, Yan Muyun exhaled and reached out to caress his chest.

Only then did he realize that the two teenagers must be twins.

If I hadn't watched a lot of horror movies before, gained experience, and firmly believed that the best way to face ghosts was to ignore them, I might have been quite embarrassed today.

Although this prank is not clever, it can even be said to be crude. But I have to admit that I was really shocked before I could react just now.

After all, how could there be so many identical twins in this world.

Yan Muyun shook his head in amusement. He had no intention of settling a score with those two boys, but just walked faster towards the office not far away.

"Hey, new guy."

Suddenly someone called him again.

Yan Muyun followed the sound and saw a young man standing against the wall not far away. He was wearing a loose floral shirt, big pants, and a cigarette in his mouth. He looked like a street kid.

What caught his attention was that the other person's shirt was long in the front and short in the back on the left side, and short in the front and long in the back on the right side. He didn't know if this design was considered the normal aesthetic of this era.

This special bureau... is full of monsters and monsters.

Apart from Wei Jun, Team Sun and those second team commissioners whom I met the day before yesterday, are there no normal people here?

Yan Muyun was a little speechless, but he still walked over: "Excuse me, what can I do?"

Jie Liuzi took out a cigarette and handed it over: "My name is Luo Binghan, Luotuoluo, Bingbingbing, Hanlinhan, my friend, what's your surname?"

"Thank you, I don't smoke." Yan Muyun waved his hand to refuse, and then said: "My surname is Yan, Yan Muyun."

"Yo! Yan is a good last name."

Jie Liuzi's expression was quite exaggerated, and his tone was a few degrees higher: "Let me think about it, let me think about it, we also have an intern named Yan, and his father is the deputy director of our city's Special Affairs Bureau. Since your surname is also Yan , does it have something to do with the deputy director?"

No matter how dull you are, you can tell at this time that the other party is deliberately trying to find trouble with you.

However, Yan Muyun just smiled at the other person, said nothing, turned around and walked into the office.