The tall and thin man in the car in front ran over breathlessly, and was stunned when he saw the empty driver's seat.
Then, he raised his eyes and met Han Li, who was sitting in the back row.
Han Li's bloodless face looked pale and haggard, and his pair of dark eyes stood out in the dim carriage. He stared blankly at the empty front row.
The bandage on his leg was particularly eye-catching.
Zhao Rui was startled, and hurried forward to open the car door. He checked Han Li's body anxiously, his voice trembling:
"Oh my god, what did those villains do to you? Are you okay?"
Han Li seemed to have not recovered from his shock yet, his dark eyes were still fixed on the empty driver's seat.
The other people in the two cars followed closely and surrounded the entire car. Zhao Rui hurriedly made a phone call and asked the best private doctor to be on standby. The bodyguard who came closely behind tried to bend down and pick up Han Li - but was stopped by him.
Han Li raised his eyes to look 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:
"Uncle, how did you know I was here?"
Zhao Rui had just hung up the phone, and after hearing Han Li's question, he was slightly stunned: "It was the kidnapper who asked us to bring 8 million to this address to redeem you, but during this period of time...something happened at home, so it took some time to raise money and find people, and then we rushed here as quickly as possible."
After saying this, he frowned in confusion and turned to look at the dense forest beside the car, which was rustling in the mountain wind.
"But...how did that person run so fast? He even lost his money..."
Before he finished speaking, Zhao Rui shook his head in a self-deprecating manner, as if explaining to himself:
"Maybe they saw that we were outnumbered, so they 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, and looked at him with some confusion, but he still succumbed to his persistent gaze and answered: "If I'm not counted, there are about six or seven people."
Han Li drooped his eyelashes, deep shadows were carved on his haggard cheeks, and he lowered his head to look into the palm of his hand.
The bloodstains had already half dried, leaving slightly darker brown-red lines along the shallow palm lines, like crisscrossing and winding scars.
He suddenly laughed: "Then it shouldn't be."
From the moment he was taken to the mountain for execution, Han Li knew that the kidnapping was premeditated, but subconsciously he did not want to think of his family as heartless and vicious as they were. Instead, he would rather put all the blame on his kind-looking but cruel stepmother, until that man cruelly punctured his wishful thinking with ruthless words.
The murder on the mountain could still be explained for now, but now the attacks are getting more and more urgent...
In addition to the ruthlessness of putting him to death, it also requires the necessary manpower, financial resources and other resources to do it.
And these are things that his stupid, vicious stepmother will never have.
In the doctor's basement, the sound of fighting coming from above was clearly audible, and Han Li was listening with bated breath below. His whole body was tense, as if facing a great enemy, his eyes fixed on the dust falling from the ceiling, not daring to relax for a moment - because he knew that once that man fell, he would be the only one left with a crippled leg and weak body, 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 and trepidation. Although he still had no idea about this unpredictable protector, he at least knew that this man would not be scared away by just five or six people.
Then... what followed were deeper and heavier doubts.
Why?
Why did this man, regardless of his own safety, rescue him from the group of desperate criminals in the mountains, take him to treatment, and even protect him for 39 hours in a critical moment?
He blocked all the dangers with his own body, and Han Li didn't even know his name.
——Not for money, not for fame, not for power.
How is that possible?
How is that possible?
Han Li limped out of the car with difficulty, refused the hand that was supporting 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.
Han Li's face was calm beyond his age. He lowered his eyes to hide the dark hostility in them.
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“…11, 10, 9…”
The metallic sound beside his ears sounded monotonous and hypnotic. While Chen Kong jumped over the jagged and scattered rocks under his feet, he still had the leisure to chat with the system: "You said, after the next major turning point of the target person, can I still withdraw the money in the previous temporary identity account? And, can I take it back to my original world?"
system:"……"
Shen Kong shook his head with some regret and sighed:
"It's a pity that the Zhao family didn't get the eight million."
At this moment, the countdown in his ear finally reached zero. When the last syllable fell, Chen Kong felt his eyes go dark. Endless darkness pressed down tightly, swallowing up the light, shadow, sound and color around him in an instant. Everything was annihilated to zero in an instant.
It seemed like a century had passed, but it also 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 easy to bear when he was asleep, but such transmission was simply a torture when he was awake.
Shen Kong took a deep breath and blinked hard, his eyes finally focusing slowly.
He was sitting in a small classroom.
It seemed to be just after school. The students around him were packing up their things in a noisy manner. The light blue fan was spinning crookedly, making a monotonous and harsh creaking sound with each rotation. The messy footsteps and laughter inside and outside the classroom mixed into a roaring sound stream, violently hitting Chen Kong's eardrums. He subconsciously lowered his eyelids and his gaze fell on the palm of his hand that was placed on the desk.
These are a pair of young hands.
His fingers were slender and fair, his skin was smooth and had the luster of a youth. There were no thick calluses from long-term shooting practice, nor were there tiny scars all over his palms. There were only soft calluses on the sides of his index finger and thumb from long-term pen holding.
Shen Kong was stunned for a moment, gently rubbed his fingertips, and asked in his mind: "...What is my identity this time?"
The monotonous mechanical voice of the system sounded in my ears: "The specific information of the correctional officer'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 correctional officer and the target person make eye contact."
Shen Kong raised his head and looked around the entire classroom.
Before anyone knew it, the classroom had gone from bustling with people to slowly becoming deserted. The students who once filled the classroom had left in twos and threes, leaving only a few students who were slowly packing up their things and the students on duty who stayed behind to clean the classroom. A girl with high braids was standing on tiptoes with difficulty, wiping the blackboard covered with chalk writing with a wet rag. The shiny wet marks replaced the scribbles that looked like flying dragons and phoenixes.
Han Li is not here.
At this moment, the system's voice sounded again:
"Because the Corrector did something that greatly affected the plot in the last mission, the studio can only send you to the estimated time and place, which may deviate from the important destiny node, and your stay at this turning point may be longer than last time. The specific extension time is undetermined. I have the obligation to remind you that due to the significant changes you made to the plot before, the novel plot may be greatly deviated. The plot details transmitted to you by the studio may not have much reference significance. Corrector, please consider it."
Shen Kong was looking down at the books and exercise books on his desk. Hearing this, he couldn't help but stop what he was doing and frowned slightly.
"Deviation? How big a deviation?"
"It's not clear yet, but since there is more room for plot manipulation at this turning point than last time, the studio will deliver a more detailed and clear plot for you."
Shen Kong sneered and narrowed his eyes: "You neither transmit 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 bump into the target person?"
The system froze for a few seconds before replying in the same mechanical tone:
"The temporary identity that the studio arranges for you will definitely intersect with the target person, so now I can only suggest that you wait patiently."
Shen Kong thought about it for a few seconds and reluctantly accepted the current explanation.
He stood up, reached out and put several exercise books on the table into his deflated schoolbag, and couldn't help but be absent-minded for a moment.
His temporary identity this time is called Cheng Chen. From the test papers scattered on the desk, we can see that his grades are very good. However, from his clothes and expenses, we can tell that his family situation is relatively tight. He is also likely to be a loner, otherwise he would not have sat alone in the classroom after school until almost everyone had left and no other classmates came to ask about him.
Shen Kong threw his schoolbag behind him and walked out of the classroom slowly, while mentally discussing various methods with the system:
"I know you can't tell me the information about his temporary identity, but can you at least tell me where he lives?"
The system did not answer, but the next second, Shen Kong felt the phone in his trouser pocket vibrate twice.
He reached in and took it out, and sure enough, a new GPS address appeared on it.
Shen Kong smiled with satisfaction, put his phone back in his pocket, and walked out of the teaching building:
"Thank you."
The author has something to say: Because of the problem of the protagonist's identity setting, I will rewrite from Chapter 7
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