The tall, thin man in the car in front ran over panting, and couldn't help but be stunned when he saw the empty driver's seat.
Then, he raised his eyes for a moment and faced Han Li sitting in the back row.
Han Li's bloodless little face was pale and haggard, and his pair of dark eyes were particularly conspicuous in the dim car. He stared blankly at the empty front row.
And the bandage on his leg was even more glaring.
Zhao Rui was startled and quickly stepped forward to open the car door. He checked Han Li's body anxiously, his voice trembling:
"Oh my God, what did those thugs do to you? Are you okay?"
Han Li didn't seem to have recovered yet, and his dark eyes were still staring at the empty driver's seat.
The other people in the two cars also followed closely, surrounding the entire car. Zhao Rui hurriedly dialed the phone and called the best private doctor to be on call. The bodyguards who came after him tried to bend the car. He picked up Han Li by his waist - but he stopped him.
Han Li raised his eyes and looked at Zhao Rui, who was standing not far away. His voice was very soft, but it carried an unquestionable meaning that could not be ignored:
"Third uncle, how did you know I'm here?"
Zhao Rui had just hung up the phone and was slightly startled after hearing Han Li's question: "The kidnapper asked us to come to this address with eight million to ransom you, but during this time... something happened at home, so in It took a while to raise money and find people, and then we came as quickly as possible.”
After saying that, he frowned in confusion and turned to look at the dense forest beside the car that was rustling in the mountain wind:
"But...how did that man run so fast, even the money..."
Before he finished speaking, Zhao Rui shook his head with some self-mockery, as if he was explaining to himself:
"Probably because there were so many of us, we panicked and ran away."
Han Li listened quietly and suddenly asked, "How many people did you bring?"
Zhao Rui didn't know why Han Li asked this question. He looked at him with some doubts, but still gave in under his persistent gaze and replied: "Not counting me, there are about six or seven people."
Han Li lowered his eyelashes, with a deep shadow etched on his haggard cheeks. He lowered his head and looked into the palm of his hand.
The blood has semi-dried, leaving slightly darker brown-red lines along the shallow palm prints, like intertwined and winding scars.
He suddenly laughed: "That shouldn't be the case."
From the moment he was taken to the mountain for execution, Han Li knew that the kidnapping was premeditated and planned, but subconsciously he did not want to think of his family as ruthless and vicious as he thought, but would rather take all the responsibility He blamed it all on his kind-faced and cruel stepmother, until that man cruelly exposed his wishful thinking with merciless words.
The murders on the mountain can be explained for the time being, but now there are waves of eager attacks...
In addition to the cruelty to put him to death, it also requires the necessary manpower, financial and resources to do so.
And these are things his stupid and vicious stepmother can never have.
In the doctor's basement, the sounds of fighting above his head were clearly audible, while Han Li listened with bated breath below, his body tense as if facing a formidable enemy, his eyes fixed on the dust falling from the ceiling. He didn't dare to relax - because he knew that once the man fell, all that would be left would be himself, with his legs broken and weak, unable to fight back, to face the mercenaries hired by his father to kill him.
During that time, Han Li counted the chaotic footsteps in fear. Although he still had no understanding of this elusive protection, he at least knew that this man could not be scared away by just five or six people.
Then... What followed was a deeper and more serious doubt.
Why
Why did this man disregard his own safety, rescue him from the hands of the desperadoes on the mountain, take him to treatment, and even protect him for 39 hours at a critical moment
He blocked all dangers with his own body, and Han Li didn't even know his name.
——Not for money, not for fame, not for power.
How can it be
How can it be
Han Li limped out of the car with difficulty, refused the supporting hand next to him, and walked to the driver's seat.
He held the unlit cigarette in his hand, then turned to the people who were looking at him nervously and said, "Let's go home."
Home.
There was a calmness on Han Li's face that was beyond his age. He lowered his eyes to cover the dark anger in his eyes.
"… 11, 10, 9… "
The metallic sound in his ears sounded monotonous and hypnotic. As Shen Kong jumped over the jagged and scattered piles of rocks at his feet, he still had the time to chat with the system: "You said, after the next major turning point of the target person, can I still improve it?" Can I withdraw the money from the temporary identity account? And can I take it back to my original world?”
system:"… "
Shen Kong shook his head with regret and sighed:
"It's a pity that the Zhao family didn't get the eight million."
At this moment, the countdown in his ears finally reached zero. Just when the last syllable fell, Shen Kong felt his eyes go dark. The boundless darkness pressed down tightly, swallowing up his body in an instant. The light, shadow, sound and color all around were annihilated to zero in an instant.
It seemed like a century had passed, and it seemed like only half a second had passed before he woke up.
Large swaths of color and noisy sounds rushed into Shen Kong's senses. This process seemed not unbearable when sleeping, but when such a transmission was awake, it was simply torture.
Shen Kong took a deep breath, blinked hard, and finally slowly focused his eyes.
He was sitting in a small classroom.
It seemed that it was time for school to end, and the students around him were noisily packing up their things. The light blue fan was spinning crookedly, making a monotonous and harsh creaking sound every time it rotated. There were chaotic footsteps and laughter inside and outside the classroom. The noise mixed into a roaring stream of sound, violently impacting Shen Kong's eardrums. He lowered his eyes subconsciously, and his eyes fell on the palm of his hand on the desk.
These are young hands.
The fingers are slender and white, and the skin is smooth, with the luster of a young man. There are no thick calluses from long-term practice with guns and small scars all over the palm. There are only soft calluses on the index finger and the side of the thumb caused by holding a pen for a long time.
Shen Kong was stunned for a moment, gently rubbed his fingertips, and asked in his mind: "... What is my identity this time?"
The system's monotonous mechanical voice sounded in the ears: "The specific information of the correction's temporary identity will be transmitted simultaneously with the plot details of this time node when the system detects the target person - that is, the moment when the corrector makes eye contact with the target person."
Shen Kong raised his head and looked around the entire classroom.
Unknowingly, the classroom has gradually become deserted from the bustle of people. The students who filled the classroom have left in twos and threes, leaving only some students who are still packing their things slowly and the students on duty who stayed behind to clean. , a girl with high pigtails was standing on tiptoes with difficulty, wiping the blackboard filled with chalk writing with a soaked rag. Shining wet marks replaced the writing like flying phoenixes and ghostly symbols.
Han Li is not here.
At this moment, the system’s voice sounded again:
"Because the correction officer made an action that greatly affected the plot in the last mission, the studio can only place you near the estimated time and place, which may deviate from important fate nodes, and you are here The stay at this turning point may be longer than the last time. The specific extension time has not been determined. I am obliged to remind you that due to the substantial modifications you have made to the plot before, the plot of the novel may deviate greatly. The studio has transmitted it for you. The details of the plot may not be of much reference significance, please consider it for reference.”
Shen Kong was looking down at the books and exercise books on his desk. Hearing this, he couldn't help but stop his movements and frowned slightly.
"Deviation? How big a deviation?"
"It's not clear yet, but since the plot manipulation space of this turning point is larger than last time, the studio will transmit a more detailed and clear plot to you."
Shen Kong sneered and narrowed his eyes: "You neither convey the plot nor reveal any information about this identity, so do you expect me to go out and wander around to see if I can hit the target person?"
The system was stuck for a few seconds, and then he answered in the same mechanical tone:
"The temporary identity arranged for you by the studio will definitely intersect with the target person, so now I can only advise you to wait patiently."
Shen Kong thought for a few seconds and reluctantly accepted the explanation.
He stood up, reached out and put a few exercise books on the table into his deflated school bag, feeling a little lost for a moment.
The temporary identity this time is called Cheng Chen. It can be seen from the test papers scattered on the desk that his grades are very good. However, based on his clothes and expenses, it can be seen that his family situation is relatively poor, and he is probably lonely, otherwise he would not be alone. Almost all the people sitting in the classroom after school were gone, and no other students came to ask a question.
Shen Kong threw his schoolbag behind his back and slowly swayed out of the classroom while mentally discussing with the system:
"I know you can't tell me the temporary identity information, but at least tell me where he lives, right?"
The system didn't answer, but the next second, Shen Kong felt his phone vibrate twice in his trouser pocket.
He reached out and took it out, and sure enough, a new GPS address appeared on it.
Shen Kong smiled with satisfaction, put his cell phone back in his pocket, and walked out of the teaching building:
"Thanks."