2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

"What? Meng Qian is dead?"

Hearing the news early in the morning, Yan Muyun, who was slightly tired after a sleepless night, suddenly woke up.

The caller was Jun Qianmian. What happened was not complicated and could be explained in just a few sentences.

The doll that was stored in the police evidence room was "resurrected" and caused a scene, attracting all the police forces that night. After finally subduing the doll, people discovered that its missing right arm could not be found in the evidence room or around.

The first person to react was the detachment leader Liu Wei. He suddenly woke up and ran towards the prison room.

Meng Qian was dead, his face was ashen, and he was incontinent. The doll's right arm hung on his chest, and the five slender fingers penetrated his neck and were firmly embedded in the flesh.

"Hasn't the puppet been dismantled? How can a camera operator act without a first-person perspective? Was he nearby that night?" Yan Muyun spoke quickly and asked three questions in a row.

"The police have also thought about the issues you mentioned. They searched the area around the police station and found no suspicious persons. Finally, technicians discovered that the internal monitoring system had been hacked. There is a high probability that these surveillance cameras acted as the 'puppet master' Eyes." Jun Qianmian's voice was a little tired.

"Is the official security system so fragile? This doesn't seem to be the first time. It feels like anyone who wants to hack can get in." Yan Muyun sighed. This was also the case during the catastrophe in Menxia City last year...

"It can't be said that. Now network security is a problem for all countries in the world. Those hackers with special powers or really powerful hackers prefer to be emperors in the virtual space than to be recruited. They can do whatever they want in a certain field. Why do you need to put a yoke around your neck when you can call the wind and rain?"

Yan Muyun was shocked: "Are you Jun Qianmian?"

He didn't expect that the other party didn't take the opportunity to get angry, but said something fair.

"Tsk...what image do I have in your mind?" Jun Qianmian yawned.

The murderer who hurt his eldest lady died, and the only clue was broken. His tone could not be heard to be disappointed, but instead seemed comfortable and leisurely: "Fortunately, we still have a backup candidate here."

Yan Muyun raised his eyebrows slightly: "You didn't do anything, right? There is no evidence that the other party is related to the poisoning case."

"He has admitted it."

"What?"

"He has admitted that he knows all the inside stories, but he will only tell you after meeting you."

"I understand." Yan Muyun hung up the phone.

There was a sound of the door opening, and a girl wearing a simple white nightgown came out, rubbed her eyes and asked, "Who are you talking to on the phone?"

"A friend." Yan Muyun smiled slightly and put the phone in his pocket: "Go and wash up quickly."

"Okay." Zhang Zitong nodded and walked into the bathroom.

The smile on Yan Muyun's face gradually faded, and a pair of dark and deep eyes looked calmly at the door that had just been closed.

Has she forgotten what happened last night?

Was she confused by the fall...or was she also affected by Yang Qi's ability?

After realizing something was wrong with his condition last night, Yan Muyun immediately called Jun Qianmian's mobile phone and told him that Yang Qi, the manager of a certain department of Tianjing Yunzhu, had a problem.

The reason why he didn't call the police was because time was urgent and he was afraid that people would run away.

The police need clear evidence and approval procedures to arrest people, but Black Umbrella does not.

This group of lawless guys can do whatever they want, and their efficiency is astonishing.

For example, his original intention was for Jun Qianmian to send people to monitor Yang Qi, but in the end they arrested him and imprisoned him, and the task was completed at 200%.

But what Yan Muyun didn't expect was that Yang Qi took the initiative to admit that he was involved in the poisoning case, and inexplicably named him and asked to see him before telling the truth.

This whole thing is really... getting more and more messy.

...

At 10 o'clock in the morning, Yan Muyun and Zhang Zitong arrived at the hospital.

"Stay here all day today. Don't run around. I'll pick you up when I finish my work."

"Mmm Good."

After a few more warnings, Yan Muyun turned around and left without any intention of following him in.

"Mr. Yan." The man in black standing at the entrance of the corridor suddenly called him.

Yan Muyun stopped and looked back: "What?"

"Miss is awake and wants to see you." The man in black turned sideways and made an invitation gesture.

"Do you listen to the boss or the lady?"

"The boss has to listen to the lady."

Yan Muyun was happy. He didn't expect that this strong man who looked like he could stop a child from crying at night actually had a sense of humor.

However, Zhang Xixue's request was most likely approved by Zhang Feiyu, otherwise the man in black would not dare to put himself in like this.

...

When the ward door opened, the first thing they saw was a woman pouring water.

He looks to be in his forties or fifties, with well-maintained skin and hair. The clothes on his body and the bag on the side are all ordinary brands. He doesn't even have any jewelry. He looks like a middle-aged person you can see everywhere on the street. women.

"Oh, are you Xiaoxue's friend? Come in, come in." The woman saw the two people at the door and greeted them enthusiastically.

Yan Muyun realized later that this should be Zhang Xixue's mother.

Thinking about it, Zhang Feiyu has been pretending to be the owner of a Hunan restaurant for more than ten years in order to hide his identity. It would be too inappropriate for his wife to be a rich lady wearing gold and silver. To outsiders, this family seems ordinary and unremarkable, but on the contrary, it is the most reasonable.

"Yan Muyun, right? I heard Lao Zhang said something about you. If it weren't for you, Xiaoxue would have long..." The woman held Yan Muyun's hand, and her eyes were already red. , the voice was trembling slightly: "Thank you, thank you very much."

Yan Muyun felt a little sour in his heart, thinking of his mother, but on the surface he just smiled and said sincerely: "Xixue and I are friends, and she will definitely help me if I am in danger, so you don't have to worry about it. "

"What a good boy..." The middle-aged woman wiped the corners of her eyes and babbled: "I used to wonder why you never came to see Xiaoxue, but when I asked, I found out that it was Lao Zhang who asked someone to stop you. I don’t know what this old guy is thinking, you are obviously Xiaoxue’s savior..."

Yan Muyun knew how terrifying this kind of middle-aged woman would be once she entered the state, so he quickly winked at her side.

Zhang Zitong, who had been silent since entering the door, understood and walked forward to sweetly interrupt the other party: "By the way, auntie, we don't know what to call you yet."

"Ah?" The middle-aged woman seemed to realize that there was a girl next to her. She was stunned for a moment and then said: "My surname is Li, Li Qiaoyun."

"Hello Aunt Li." The girl called sweetly.

"Hey, okay." Li Qiaoyun reacted and opened his eyes slightly: "It's you, Zi Tong, right? It was you who accompanied Xiaoxue to the hospital. I heard that you seemed to have been poisoned too, and you should be feeling better now. Bar?"

"He's already fine. He was discharged from the hospital a few days ago."

Yan Muyun finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw an old man and a young woman chatting.

He took a few steps forward and saw the figure lying quietly on the hospital bed.

The girl's eyes were closed tightly, and her long ink-like hair was spread on the pillow, making her already pale skin look like unpainted white glazed porcelain, delicate and fragile. As if sensing something, the thick eyelashes trembled, and then slowly opened.