The veteran prison guards' faces immediately turned ashen upon seeing this.
We just said Song Zhen was dead, and now she's alive.
How can this be resolved?
“You don’t need to say anything more. As prison guards, you knowingly broke the law, beat prisoners with them, accepted bribes, and deliberately sought exorbitant profits. Your crimes are even more serious.”
"I, as the CEO, failed to discover that he had murdered multiple people. I am truly ashamed of those young people who died unjustly."
"You don't need to go to a military court anymore. Just go in and stay there until the criminal planet explodes. You won't come out. Death is too easy for you. Use the rest of your life to atone for your sins."
"No, we can't, we..."
When Song Zhen woke up, he was alone in the room with the CEO he had met once before.
"Song Zhen, you did a great job."
"Thank you, CEO. It's just my job."
"Really? Then keep up the good work and don't forget your original aspirations."
"Thank you, CEO."
After speaking, the CEO walked out and looked at the list in his hand. Song Chao died five years ago and was related to Song Zhen.
He stepped out of the duty room.
The sunlight on Criminal Star remains bright.
Those unreachable darknesses will eventually be stepped into by someone, bringing light.
***
At this moment, Lu Yulan was in a state of great distress.
Shouldn't she have brought back such a weirdo?
Ever since she woke up this morning, her eyelids have been twitching, and sure enough, it's come true now.
The green-haired boy is now lying at the bottom of the lake, refusing to come out. Lu Yulan can see through the clear lake water that his tentacles are playing with the group of extremely dangerous fish.
So it turns out I've brought back an old man.
Standing to the side, F494 quietly watched Lu Yulan, who was exasperated and helpless, coughed lightly, and spoke.
“He likes food. You can bring some nutritional supplements, and he will come out.”
"Really? Thank you. By the way, what's your name?"
We can't just keep calling them by their numbers; it feels weird.
"Whatever makes you happy, you can call me whatever you want, I've forgotten my old name."
The man's eyes held a hint of melancholy, perhaps as he recalled the past.
Lu Yulan didn't know if he had really forgotten or was unwilling to mention it, but she still smiled obediently.
"Okay, you're older than me, so I'll call you Uncle. As for your name, you can choose one yourself. Let me know when you've thought of one."
Then he turned around and went back into the house. Remembering that there were still some steamed buns left from yesterday, he took them out.
As soon as he stood by the lake, the boy leaped up from the bottom of the lake, still playing with a few fish and shrimp in his hands.
His eyes were fixed on the thing in Lu Yulan's hand.
"want."
"What's your name? Tell me and I'll give you one."
The boy frowned, and in his ethereal voice, he repeated, "Name, Green, my name."
Lu Yulan: ...
Grandpa, you're really something! If I had seven colors in my hair, wouldn't I be called a rainbow?
However, the boy's eyes were unusually innocent, untouched by worldly affairs, which made Lu Yulan not think anything of it, but just habitually complain.
True to his word, he handed the steamed bun to one of the boy's tentacles.
It was digested in just one second.
"I want more."
Sure enough, there was an opportunity to communicate.
He's a very polite young man.
"I can give it to you, but you have to listen to me from now on."
"Okay, I'll be good."
At this moment, Lu Yulan suddenly felt a deep sense of self-reproach welling up from the bottom of her heart, feeling that she had deceived an ignorant boy.
[Host, stay calm, he's not human.]
Lu Yulan felt something very subtle for a moment.
Although I know Xiaomi meant well in reminding me, it really felt like I was cursing.
Next, Lu Yulan arranged accommodations for the uncle and the boy.
Although Green really liked the bottom of the lake, Lu Yulan forcibly brought her back to the mansion.
He was having a great time playing with those little dumplings.
Lu Yulan looked at the uncle; it seemed that this was the only one who could do the work.
"I don't need you to do much, just help harvest the plants I've planted and feed my animals."
"Of course, that's all for now. I'll let you know if there's anything else later."
"OK."
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