2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

After the test was completed, Yan Muyun did not leave immediately, but came to a female staff member in charge of recording.

"Is there anything else I can help you with?" The other party raised his head and asked with a polite smile.

"Well, I want to ask..." Yan Muyun looked hesitant and scratched his head: "Excuse me, has Russell come to work today?"

The female staff member had an apologetic smile on her face: "She should be on leave today."

"Ah, okay, it's okay, I just wanted to ask casually." Yan Muyun smiled.

His original plan was that if Russell came to work today, he would stop by to see her, have a chat and express his concern.

Although he didn't feel that he could enlighten the other party, after all, he was also a witness to the incident, so he should be able to provide some psychological support.

But it's true, a good friend just had an accident yesterday, so who can be in the mood to go to work the next day?

"No, she didn't ask for leave." At this moment, Luo Beiyuan, wearing a blue suit, walked over with some regret on his face: "She resigned. It seems that she submitted her resignation report this morning. ."

As a colleague working in the same department, he obviously knows more.

"Resign?" Yan Muyun was surprised and asked, "Why did you resign suddenly?"

Luo Beiyuan shrugged: "I have a normal relationship with her, so I don't know."

"Okay, thank you." Yan Muyun pursed his lips.

Anyway, after today, I probably won't come to the Superpower Registration Office again in a short period of time, so whether Russell takes leave or resigns, there will be no chance for the two of them to meet in the future.

"But, we are colleagues after all. I have her contact information and can give it to you." Luo Beiyuan raised his eyebrows and showed an ambiguous look that men can understand instantly.

However, to his surprise, Yan Muyun shook his head and refused, smiling: "No, thank you."

Russell was good-looking, but he didn't have that in mind.

"If there's nothing else, I'll leave first." Yan Muyun nodded to a few people and said sincerely, "Thank you."

The two female staff members smiled and said, "Okay, bye, Mr. Yan."

"This is our job." The researcher pushed up the frame.

Luo Beiyuan looked a little helpless and said in a slightly complaining tone: "It's all your fault for moving my work forward one day, otherwise I would be off work now. But now, I'm afraid I have to finish writing the evaluation report before I can leave."

"Haha, I'm really sorry about that." Yan Muyun scratched his head and said with an honest smile.

...

Walked out of the superpower registration office and came to the street.

After searching for the bus route back, Yan Muyun put his hands in his pockets and walked towards the street on the opposite side of the intersection.

Once you get there, walk straight for about a few dozen meters and you will find the bus stop leading to the Special Branch Bureau.

After crossing the road and passing the entrance of a convenience store, Yan Muyun caught a glimpse of a figure from the corner of his eye and stopped subconsciously.

The man was wearing a light brown hoodie. He was thin and short, with a somewhat gloomy temperament. He was standing next to a shelf picking things.

Yan Muyun looked at the half of the other person's face exposed under his hoodie and felt familiar.

I have only woken up on the fourth day after sleeping for thirty years. Where can I find so many acquaintances?

It wasn't until the figure turned around and he saw his face that he suddenly remembered him.

At this moment, another figure walked out from the corner of the shelf. This person was obviously much more recognizable, and Yan Muyun immediately thought of him.

Almost at the same time, the man also noticed him standing outside the door, smiled and waved his hand in this direction.

Yan Muyun hesitated for a moment, then simply walked into the convenience store.

"What a coincidence, Uncle Yan." Zhang Xixue walked over with a smile.

"What a coincidence." Yan Muyun grinned.

Today, the other party is wearing a simple white T-shirt, a sports backpack slung across his shoulders, and long jeans, showing off his youthful beauty.

In order to cover up the slight nervousness in his heart, Yan Muyun grabbed a bottle of water from the shelf nearby, and at the same time raised his chin towards the figure in front of the shelf not far away: "If I remember correctly, she should be. .....”

"Yes, that's right." Zhang Xixue sighed: "She is Zhang Zihao's daughter."

Zhang Zihao is the backbone of the black organization who was "justly executed" by the punishment agent in the video received by the Special Branch yesterday.

The punisher not only specifically mentioned his daughter in the video, but also apologized in tears.

The information passed from the police station was not only those two videos, but also a lot of Zhang Zihao's criminal evidence and personal information, which naturally included photos of his daughter.

When Yan Muyun first arrived at the Special Branch Bureau this morning, he did not go directly upstairs to find Li Qingke. Instead, he went to the first team's office first.

On Zhong Xiaoxiao's computer screen, there was a photo of this girl.

At that time, my "burly" senior was eating potato chips while sighing and shaking his head: "Oh, this girl is only 16 years old, and she has experienced so many things."

Out of curiosity, Yan Muyun asked briefly and learned that the girl named Zhang Zitong had lost her mother when she was young and had grown up dependent on her father.

And now, her only father has died, too, in such a disgraceful way.

Because he sympathized with the girl, Yan Muyun looked at the photos a few more times, but unexpectedly, he met the girl a few hours later.

.......

Yan Muyun lowered his voice and asked beside him, "Are you here because of her?"

Zhang Xixue's voice also became softer subconsciously, and she nodded slightly: "Well, yes. After all, she has no relatives in this city. The bureau was worried that she would not be able to think about it, so they sent someone to take care of her and do some ideological work. What."

"Have you been sent?" Yan Muyun was a little surprised.

When he thought about it, this kind of work could just be left to ordinary female police officers. Why should an elite from the Strange Detection Division be responsible for it?

However, Zhang Xixue got it wrong and blushed a little: "I was in that shopping mall yesterday. Actually, I wanted to buy a gift for the child to make her happy."

Yan Muyun couldn't help but laugh, and explained: "No, I think it's a bit..."

He didn't finish what he said, but Zhang Xixue already understood the meaning and smiled slightly: "I applied for it on my own initiative."

"Applying on your own initiative?"

"Well, I don't know why, but I just can't let go of this child. I had to work hard with the section chief for a long time before I was approved to take charge of this work."

You are only three years older than her, and you are the size of a child...

Yan Muyun pursed his lips, turned to look at the shelf not far away, and saw the thin figure that seemed to be blown down by a gust of wind, and his mood became a little heavy inexplicably.