Cannon Fodder Counterattack System (Seventeen)

Green Dumpling was suddenly speechless.

It didn't understand why the system in front of it had a mission instruction that was completely different from its own.

I also can't understand why a "plot correction system" would appear out of nowhere and descend into this world without its help.

Shang Li, who was lying on the table, held his face in his hands and looked at the green dumpling who was lost in thought with interest.

The system that existed in the past certainly had no idea of ​​568 that would be born in the future.

Perhaps after it was plucked down from the sky by itself, the main system made some major changes in the system space.

"Well, now that it has come to this, it's time to surrender."

Shang Li grabbed the deflated green ball and sent it back to the small dark room.

He had no intention of personally lynching the green grouper as revenge or punishment.

Shang Li thought that he was not very good at grasping the degree in this regard, so he planned to transfer him to Long Aotian when the time came, and at least sentence Green Tuanzi to hard labor and send him to the Undersea Rift Prison to fill the gap.

Alas, after all, I am such a kind and compassionate person, how could I have the heart to do such a cruel thing.

He thought.

And to settle the accounts, we still have to catch the main culprit first.

After successfully handling the tutor system, Shang Li and Cui Lan exchanged information about what had happened during their separation. Then they both walked away from the cold and hard wooden bench and sat down on the soft bed.

Cui Lan crossed his arms and sighed with some regret: "If I had known earlier, I shouldn't have gone to the trouble of splitting you and 031 apart during the fusion."

He was so angry at the time that he didn't think much and just acted based on his intuition that something was wrong.

In the end, he suffered losses and got nothing in return.

"How could that be? If it weren't for your two slashes, it's not certain who would be the one with the dominant consciousness now."

Shang Li slipped into Cui Lan's arms and sat on her thighs without realizing it. Being held subconsciously, Shang Li smiled and said, "Maybe it won't be me who wakes up, but 031."

Cui Lan remained silent.

"Hmm, I'm so sleepy."

Shang Li suddenly yawned with his six-year-old body, "Should we rest here for a night?"

"It's almost dawn. You must be very tired now."

“…”

After being reminded by him, Cui Lan's energy hidden deep inside his body suddenly surged up.

Shang Li was right. From the moment he squatted in the corner of Lu's house to catch Ye Bai until now, he had not rested for a moment.

It felt like at least ten hours had passed just by searching for the person in the dark and narrow place.

Even when he returned to the old house and waited for Shang Li to wake up, he was still taking care of Xiao Jiang, fearing that he would accidentally kill him.

He had no experience in taking care of babies, and he didn't dare wake up the sleeping Grandma Shang in the middle of the night - after all, Grandma Shang didn't recognize him as an adult, and his current identity was not much different from that of a criminal who broke into the house.

Cui Lan blinked his eyelids which had become heavy, thinking.

Anyway, time is not a problem for us now, so we might as well take a short rest and set off before grandma wakes up.

When he returned to the present, Shang Li had already climbed out of his arms and was patting the newly changed mattress with a pillow in her arms. "Come on, come on, it's been years since you've slept with me."

"Many years?"

Cui Lan questioned this.

He recalled the more than one month he had lived in the Rift Apartment after coming out of the seabed.

"Don't think I don't know that you sneak into my bedroom and climb onto my bed almost every day while I'm sleeping," he said with a wooden face.

Cui Lan remembered very clearly that during those days, every time he woke up from his sleep in the middle of the night, he would always see a small black shadow, not even as tall as the bed, hiding quietly in the corner of the dim room.

When he first noticed it, he chose to close his eyes and pretend to fall asleep again.

Sure enough, as soon as my breathing slowed down, I immediately heard a faint rustling sound in my ears.

It was Shang Li who was manipulating the puppet, and he tiptoed to the side of his head.

However, if Cui Lan's eyelids move slightly, showing a tendency to "wake up", the puppet will shrink to the side as quickly as possible, sneakily waiting for the next opportunity to approach, which is very interesting.

Cui Lan occasionally liked to use this method to tease him to run around.

Sometimes Shang Li's movements would press down the hair scattered on the pillow. I don't know if it was simply carelessness or a way to get back at the previous teasing.

Or maybe he wanted to pretend that he didn't mean to do it but actually wanted to pull him up on purpose so as to break the cellophane - after all, as a person with supernatural powers that can affect other people's senses, Shang Li's actions can be done without anyone noticing. Cui Lan found it hard to believe that this ghost didn't deliberately create a noise.

However, Cui Lan's concentration was sufficient most of the time, so he always turned a blind eye and pretended not to notice those little movements.

Shang Li obviously already knew about this behavior.

"It's just a puppet, not a flesh and blood body."

He snorted loudly, "And so what? It's only natural for you to lie in the same bed with me."

After saying that, Shang Li proudly twisted his hair around his face and said, "And you haven't acquiesced yet."

"If I lie down next to you, will my sleep quality immediately improve?"

Cui Lan: “…”

Although it is true.

But when the man, who had taken off his coat and was about to lie down on the bed, heard these words, a long-lost rebellious feeling suddenly arose in his heart.

"It's still a bit too crowded for three people to sleep on the single bed. I'll go to the living room and lie on the sofa."

He said coldly, turning around and walking out.

"You're such a hypocrite, but now you're reluctant to tell the truth?"

Ghosts gathered quickly in the void, with long raven-colored hair flying and blood-red shirts on their bodies, looking like adults.

"You're so stuffy, Xiao Cui."

Shang Li stood in front of the door with his hands outstretched, with a subtle expression that said, "I've seen through you a long time ago." "I just like to play with taboos. It's a tacit understanding."

"If you thought I was a time traveler before, what about now?"

He stretched out his slender pale index finger and gently touched Cui Lan's lips. "It has come to this. If you don't admit it, I will treat you as..."

"Being a fool?"

"That's not what I said."

Shang Li stood up innocently.

“…”

Cui Lan took a few deep breaths, and finally cooperated by lying on the bed with her clothes on and covering herself with the quilt.

After closing his eyes for a few minutes, he felt the child he had pushed to the inside of the bed staring at him intently. Unable to fall asleep, Cui Lan pressed the child into his arms a little impatiently, "If you continue to make a fuss, it will be dawn."

"Behave yourself, stay in this six-year-old's body, and don't think about what to do."

"Don't wrongly accuse me."

Shang Li expressed dissatisfaction, "I didn't think of anything."

The implication is self-evident.

Cui Lan: "Tsk, if you make trouble again I will beat you up."

He used his last bit of patience to grab the restless paw and pushed it back into the quilt. "Go to sleep."

Just when he was about to fall asleep, 568 suddenly made a weak sound.

[Host... have you forgotten something? ]

Cui Lan immediately woke up: "..."

"Oh, indeed."

Shang Li raised his head, "And you, little light bulb, help us turn off the light."

【No! 】

Seeing that the host didn't get the point, 568's voice suddenly increased, [Host, have you forgotten that when 031 came here, he brought a time traveler with him! ]

Where is he now?!

However, after these words were spoken, the two people on the bed fell into silence at the same time.

The warm and harmonious atmosphere just now disappeared in an instant.

Cui Lan rubbed his brows with a headache.

It seems that I am having trouble sleeping.

"Tongtong, do you think you are so smart? You have thought of something that I, the host, have not thought of."

After a while, Shang Li spoke in a calm tone.

【Forehead...】

568 shrank back, not understanding why the host suddenly seemed to be so angry.

"You don't need to worry about this."

The adult red ghost picked up the blue ball and patted it on the head. "Just listen to me, the host, and that's all. Do you understand?"

"Never mind, I have my own rhythm."

Cui Lan sat up, looked at the man and the system quietly for a while, and then interrupted Shang Li's chattering.

"You just gave me some advice, but you yourself are also fond of playing the tacit agreement."

"Now you don't want to make it public anymore?"

He reached out and turned the face of the child Shang Li beside him to face him, and looked into his red eyes, "Are you suspecting that I am the time traveler brought by 031?"

"Don't forget, you already raised this point not long ago in the Dark Narrows."

"That was just my poor brain at the time, so I just made a wild guess."

Shang Li turned his eyes away and muttered softly, "Even the timeline is different."

"The time when I met you has long passed, but there is no one in the snow."

"Besides, when 031 descended, it only brought the soul of the time traveler. How could it give birth to a body out of thin air?"

He rubbed his cheek in Cui Lan's palm and said flatteringly: "I believe you are the only Cui Lan."

There is no so-called original owner. The soul has never changed. It only exists in the "present" timeline and belongs only to him, the one and only Shang Li, Cui Lan.

However, looking at those calm silver eyes, Shang Li stood up for a moment, but still became listless like the green ball not long ago.

The ghost under the bed's long flowing hair also fell down one by one as if it was wet.

Quite sad.

Shang Li was of course curious about the background of the person in front of him.

And I am quite curious.

When he was young, whenever he asked Cui Lan about his experience before he fainted in the snow, he only got the answer that "he couldn't remember anything before he came home."

But her mature personality that was beyond her peers really attracted Shang Li, making him unable to help but provoke Cui Lan's nerves all the time, trying to find out her possible past from the details.

Is he an orphan, a runaway, or was he kidnapped by traffickers and escaped?

I never figured it out until I died.

Later, he became a ghost. As a teenager, he had the ability to process large amounts of information, so he continued to search through the vast ocean of network data, but in the end he still found nothing.

"Cui Lan" seems to be a person who was born out of thin air in that snowy field and at that moment.

Maybe he really is a monster born from the snow?

This is what Shang Li, who was in his teens, thought.

He has entered the school belonging to the Ability Bureau and gained knowledge about "cracks" and "strangeness".

Just as so many strange and bizarre creatures are born in the cracks, Xiao Cui may be the most human-like one among them.

Because he has a pair of silver eyes that humans cannot be born from the womb.

Of course, this evidence was later refuted by Cui Lan's claim of supernatural infiltration.

Later, as a young man, Shang Li gave up the idea of ​​exploring Cui Lan's past.

After all, love has permeated his soul.

Cui Lan would never leave him anyway, so the past six years was not worth mentioning.

Shang Li was so sure.

And now, the answer I was looking for as a child seems to be hidden behind that layer of mist, and it will be exposed to the broad daylight with just a slight wave of the hand.

But he shrank back.

It's not a tacit understanding at all, it's self-deception.

Shang Li did not want to accept that Cui Lan had a long life in which he had not participated, and had a past that did not exist.

I have already lost ten years, do you want me to continue to reduce my share in his life?

This is too cruel to me.

Shang Li had lived for twenty-two years and had never felt as sad as he did now.