2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

Yan Muyun stood under the shower head, holding one hand on the wall, while the warm water washed over his exhausted body.

He just stood there without any movement, like a stone statue standing in the center of the rainstorm... No, it should be a rotten wooden pile with some foam.

After about five minutes, the sound of water flow gradually stopped.

The door of the compartment opened, and a pale Yan Muyun walked out holding the door frame with both hands. With great perseverance, he put on his clothes with great difficulty.

Outside the shower room, Zhang Lan stood with his back against the wall, holding an electronic cigarette with a black shell inlaid with gold patterns in his mouth.

Because of the stubble on his face, he is much more mature than he appears on the surface. Although he is only 27 years old, he is often mistaken for someone in his 30s, but he has never cared about it.

For no reason, the guy who just left suddenly popped into Zhang Lan's mind.

Luo Binghan is 25 years old this year, but because of his youthful appearance and outstanding temperament, he is always thought to be in his early 20s.

However, their taste in cigarettes is completely opposite to their appearance.

The guy who looks like a young guy likes traditional paper cigarettes. He looks like a middle-aged uncle, but he only likes trendy electronic cigarettes.

The two have different attitudes towards work.

Luo Binghan was like a well-oiled motor. Whether he was dealing with daily training or going on missions, he was always as motivated as a chicken. But he was already looking forward to his life after retirement.

If you tell someone who doesn't know that you and Luo Binghan are only two years apart, no one will believe it, right?

A figure walked out of the bathroom, with a stooped back like a dead eggplant.

"Hey, guess how old are Luo Binghan and I?" Zhang Lan raised his chin.

Yan Muyun raised his head and smiled with some difficulty: "It should be... at least six or seven years old, right?"

Regarding this expected answer, Zhang Lan grinned, and a few wisps of white smoke dissipated in the air: "You guessed it wrong, he and I are only two years apart."

"Oh..." Yan Muyun wanted to express his surprise, but he was too tired both physically and mentally to make any unnecessary reaction.

"Haha, you are still more than 20 years behind us."

Zhang Lan put away the e-cigarette, held the other person's arm with one hand, and patted the back with the other hand: "As an uncle in his fifties, you performed very well today."

Yan Muyun rolled his eyes: "Thank you."

To be honest, Zhang Lan didn't have a bad impression of this young man who was over fifty years old.

Modesty, gentleness, willingness to endure hardships, and resilience.

And I don’t know if it’s my own misunderstanding, but the other person seems to have a vague feeling of flattery towards everyone. It seems that he knows that the process of joining the Special Branch Bureau is not in compliance with the rules, so he feels a little guilty.

He clearly doesn't need this, because he is the brother of the deputy director of the Menxia City Special Affairs Bureau.

The two of them walked towards the elevator, and Zhang Lan suddenly said: "I quite like you."

Yan Muyun said nothing, quietly broke away from his hand and walked aside.

"What are you thinking about?" Zhang Lan shook his head and said, "I have a girlfriend."

The two of them stood at the entrance of the elevator. He touched the stubble on his chin and said, "Luo Binghan has some objections to you, but I hope you don't take it to heart. That guy is actually a good person."

"Understood." Yan Muyun pursed his lips slightly and nodded.

The elevator door opened and the two of them walked in.

The elevator door closes.

The elevator door opened again, and Yan Muyun walked out. He smiled bitterly and said, "Dr. Li asked me to go find her after taking a shower. I almost forgot."

"Yes." Zhang Lan waved his hand casually, and the elevator door slowly closed again.

...

Infirmary on the third floor of the Special Branch Bureau.

Li Qingke was wearing a white coat and sitting behind his desk. The virtual light screen projected in front of him displayed various images and many complex and difficult-to-understand values.

There was a knock on the door, but she didn't look up: "Come in."

With a weak look on his face, Yan Muyun pushed open the door and walked in, sat down on the sofa, and then his whole body went limp.

Li Qingke didn't look at him, but just stared at the virtual light screen in front of him: "Although your physical fitness is very average, barely reaching the level of an adult male, your progress is still very fast. In just one day of training The amount of training can be equivalent to the results of three to four days of training for ordinary people."

"Huh? Really?" Yan Muyun opened his eyes. His confidence had been shaken during the day, and now he finally heard good news.

Li Qingke nodded: "Yes."

"Is there anything..." Yan Muyun gestured in the air and asked, "Is it the principle? The reason why I can progress so quickly."

The female doctor glanced at him: "You don't understand even if I say it."

Yan Muyun was about to protest, but the other party didn't give him a chance to continue speaking:

"I have half an hour to get off work. You wait for me downstairs. I will take you to buy some nutritional supplements then."

"Can't you shop online? Can't it be delivered in ten minutes now?" Yan Muyun wailed.

He was so exhausted from the torture that he didn't even want to move a finger. He just wanted to go home and lie on the bed.

Li Qingke looked at the dead fish through the virtual light screen, and a gentle smile caring for ignorant children appeared on her beautiful face: "Do you think this is shopping for food?"

Yan Muyun refused to give up: "Even if it can't be delivered in ten minutes, one day is enough, right? Isn't there some kind of molecular and molecular transmission technology that can deliver the goods directly."

When Li Qingke came last night, he brought six potions, that is, two sets. He drank one set today and another set tomorrow. No matter how much time he calculated, it should be enough.

Li Qingke patiently continued to explain: "Molecular transmission technology also has limitations. For example, the internal components of products such as nutritional supplements are too fine. If they are roughly decomposed and reorganized, the original material structure will be affected and lose effectiveness. Therefore, the original products can only be delivered through drones.”

"If you ask one more question, your training volume will be doubled tomorrow."

At this last sentence, you could hear her gritting her teeth slightly.

A hero is one who understands current affairs.

Yan Muyun laughed dryly, stood up from the sofa, turned around and planned to sneak away.

"Wait a minute, drink this." Li Qingke stopped him and placed a small glass bottle containing light blue liquid on the desk.

"What's this?"

"A supplement to relieve muscle fatigue. Other commissioners from the Special Branch will drink a bottle after daily training."

Yan Muyun picked up the small piece of glass, opened the lid, raised his head and drank it all.

It is cool and refreshing when entering the throat, and the taste is slightly sour and sweet.

He threw the empty bottle into the trash can next to him and wiped his mouth: "It feels good."

My brain, which was originally a little swollen, became much more energetic, and the feeling of sleepiness and fatigue in my body was reduced.

I have to say that today, thirty years later, the development of many things has exceeded my cognitive scope.

"Then I'll go down and wait for you?"

"Okay, I'll finish this soon." Li Qingke replied without raising his head.

Yan Muyun shrugged, turned and walked towards the door.