2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

In Tianhua Shopping Center, Yan Muyun was sitting on the sofa in the rest area. There was a large silver-white box at his feet, which contained two weeks' worth of nutrients.

The price was a bit expensive, more than 10,000 yuan, which made him feel a little distressed.

Li Qingke asked him to wait here for a while, saying he would be back in half an hour, and then disappeared.

However, forty minutes had passed and he didn't even see her shadow.

In the past, Yan Muyun's way of passing time was just scrolling through his phone.

However, although he was wearing smart glasses at this time, he did not put on a ring, but looked at everything around him with interest.

For Yan Muyun, today, thirty years later, people's spirits, body shapes, and clothing are all very different from before. Looking carefully, it seems that everyone has an indescribable charm.

For example, the neckline of the girl who is wrapped in purple is a lilac color like morning glory, which gradually changes downwards to a deep purple that is almost black.

But the most interesting thing is the design of the clothes. On the left is the skirt, revealing the white and slender thighs, while on the right is the finely cut trousers. Not only is the feeling between the two not abrupt, but there is an inexplicable harmony.

There was also the young man who just passed by Yan Muyun with his hands in his pockets.

His hair was black one second, then turned dark green the next. When he walked a little further, it turned light pink again. I don’t know if the teacher Tony who dyed his hair is an awakened person with special abilities. .

There is also a little boy being led by his parents, jumping all the way. Every time he lands, a few wisps of golden smoke will appear under his feet, and golden cloud patterns will be outlined in the air...

In order not to be misunderstood, Yan Muyun adjusted his lenses to dark brown, so passers-by could not see that he was looking at them.

He didn't mean to judge at all, he simply observed, and then expressed his sincere admiration for each person's characteristics.

Among the various people coming and going, an old man with gray hair and plain clothes caught Yan Muyun's attention.

In his memory, the other party repeated the exact same route four times in forty minutes.

The old man first walked out of the escalator at the opposite corner and walked slowly along the wall. He kept looking around as he seemed to be looking for something.

When passing the toilet door, he would go in and stay for about three minutes, then come out and continue walking along the wall until he was in the rest area.

Back and forth, in a cycle, the old man's route of action hardly changed at all.

This was not because Yan Muyun had a good memory, but because every time the old man went to the rest area, he would use the cylindrical electronic device in his hand to shine randomly.

Therefore, when he came here for the second time, Yan Muyun curiously paid attention to him.

At this time, the old man had come to the rest area for the fifth time.

This time he seemed a little tired, so he found a sofa to sit down and rest, and the unknown instrument was casually placed on the table.

Yan Muyun looked at the other person's back thoughtfully, touched his fingertips a few times, and hesitated whether to step forward and ask what happened.

However, at this moment, a voice interrupted his thoughts:

"Hey, uncle, what a coincidence."

Yan Muyun looked back and saw a young woman waving to him. She had short black hair that reached her ears and was chewing something in her mouth.

"Russell?" He took off his glasses.

This beautiful-looking woman exuding vitality is a tester of the Superpower Registration Office. She has the ability to convert bullets fired from a pistol into different items.

Because she was not wearing the white uniform she wore at work today, but simple short-sleeved shorts, Yan Muyun was not able to recognize her immediately.

"Are you here to buy something too?" Russell picked a sofa that was close to him and sat down carelessly.

Yan Muyun subconsciously patted the box next to his legs: "That's about right."

Russell blinked and joked: "Hey, the latest nutritional supplement is so exquisite, uncle, no wonder he looks so young."

Yan Muyun didn't know how to answer, so he simply changed the subject and asked, "Did you come alone?"

Russell chewed gum and said without thinking: "No, you came with me obviously. Remember, Yang Mingming, the little beauty who registered your information. She went to the toilet, and I came here to wait for her. Unexpectedly, I met It’s time for you, uncle.”

Yan Muyun grinned. He was a young man in his early twenties, and it felt strange to be called "uncle" by a woman who was several years older than him.

The point is, my true age is there, and I can't refute it.

At this moment, a beautiful figure walked out from the side and interrupted the two people's chat: "Sorry for the long wait. The store was delayed a little while picking up the goods."

Li Qingke stood beside the sofa, holding a bag in his hand. Judging from the brand, it seemed to be clothes or bags.

Russell's eyes lit up: "Hey, uncle, is this your daughter? She's so beautiful."

"It's okay, I didn't wait too long...cough cough cough cough cough cough cough..." Yan Muyun was halfway through his reply when she suddenly interrupted him and almost lost a few drops. I choked myself on my saliva.

"Ahem, no, ahem, a colleague, just a colleague." He replied while coughing and waving his hands repeatedly.

"Colleagues?" Russell glanced at the two of them suspiciously, and then a narrow smile appeared on his face.

Yan Muyun said seriously: "They are really colleagues, just colleagues."

Li Qingke felt a little funny and turned to look at the short-haired woman: "How did you meet? Also, why did you call him uncle?"

Russell leaned forward with an exaggerated movement and said mysteriously: "I am the tester who registered his abilities, and I know his true age. Miss, don't look at how young he looks, he is actually over fifty years old. ."

Li Qingke simply found a sofa to sit down and put the bag in his hand next to him: "He is actually not that old..."

At this point, she paused and looked at Yan Muyun inquiringly. After getting a helpless wry smile from the other party, she continued: "He experienced an accident before and slept for thirty years. He didn't wake up until a few days ago. So although the household registration records indicate that he is over fifty years old, in fact Only in his early twenties."

"Wow." Russell's eyes widened with an exaggerated expression: "This is too unbelievable."

Yan Muyun rolled his eyes: "It's unbelievable that you can believe that I am over fifty years old so easily. Am I really that old?"

"No, no, no, it's not unbelievable." Russell shook his head like a rattle, pointed in a certain direction not far away, and said, "Look over there."

Yan Muyun knew what she was referring to. After all, he had just been sitting here for forty minutes.

It was a virtual projection advertisement more than two meters high.

The stylishly dressed young man with a handsome face first danced to the music, then took out a delicate white jar from his pocket and held it in his palm with a graceful movement.

With the projection boy's last handsome and evil smile, the advertising slogan and brand name appeared above his head.

"So what happened?" Yan Muyun turned around.

"Guess how old he is." Russell raised his eyebrows.

"It looks like he's only around sixteen or seventeen."

"He is 42 years old."

Yan Muyun sighed: "Okay."