Plot Correction System (II)

Zhang Yunshan left the warehouse, but his newly adopted adopted son was still lying lazily on the doll mountain.

Although they have been abandoned, the piled-up dolls can still provide temporary shelter for ghosts, reducing the consumption of supernatural powers.

Shang Li has been using the body made by Zhang Yunshan since he was ten years old.

There is no way to distinguish a puppet made with supernatural powers from a living person, except by cutting open its head.

He was not sure whether Cui Lan had discovered that his body was actually a puppet.

Would Xiao Cui think that I was really dead?

Shang Li closed his eyes.

But it's not wrong.

As early as twenty-two years ago, he had been completely and undoubtedly dead.

There has never been any resurrection from the dead.

The body was buried under the apple tree in the yard of the old house, and perhaps it had already turned into a pile of fertilizer.

Memories flooded in all of a sudden, and Shang Li remembered the first time he stood in front of Cui Lan as a ghost after his life ended.

At that time, only the last ray of sunlight was left. In an alley on the edge of the town that had been deserted for many years, an unconscious skinny man was lying at his feet, holding a bloody bone-chopping knife in his hand.

Young Cui Lan stood at the entrance of the alley. Even though she was extremely frightened, she still trembled as she stretched out her little hand to hold him, who was covered in blood.

The approaching fingertips passed straight through the middle of the body without touching anything solid.

Cui Lan saw this and quickly retracted his hand, his face pale. "Lili, why did you become a ghost?"

This was the first and only time he shed tears in front of Shang Li.

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I hurt you. I shouldn't have left you alone. I..."

Shang Li, who was also young, blinked his red eyes at the peer in front of him who was almost choked by apology.

He skillfully used his supernatural power to distort the sense of touch of the person in front of him, and then took the initiative to hug him firmly, "Don't be sad, I'm still alive."

While Cui Lan was still not fully reacting, Shang Li secretly tampered with Cui Lan's vision and hid his own body.

Theoretically, as long as his supernatural powers can be maintained, Shang Li can continue to "live".

But superpowers come from the soul, and the soul is nourished by □□. Without □□, within five days at most, his consciousness will dissipate along with the exhaustion of superpowers.

But Cui Lan told him that he could not die, so he had to stay.

So Shang Li followed the Internet cable and found Zhang Yunshan, who was a newcomer at the time.

"Give me a body."

A young red ghost slowly crawled out of the computer screen and frightened a otaku who was playing a horror game with a doll.

——

On the other side, the red-eyed pixel man returned home, holding Cui Lan's hair, which was blown up by her walking.

To the ghost's surprise, Cui Lan actually emptied out the things in their original apartment in Yan City, and then placed them intact in a crack in the scene of an apartment.

No wonder the Bureau of Superpowers couldn’t find it for so many years, Ghost thought.

He almost couldn't wait to pick it up and throw it onto the soft sofa pillow, then suddenly turned over and looked around the familiar space in front of him inch by inch.

The walls were a very light warm orange, selected by Cui Lan. A white cashmere carpet was laid in the middle of the wooden floor of the living room, and was covered by a wooden coffee table that the two of them had ordered at the furniture store. On the coffee table was a mug filled with cold coffee.

Next to the cup was a silver-gray digital camera, the one Shang Li used to use.

The refrigerator is placed in the corner of the open kitchen, and you can see a lot of fancy refrigerator magnets on it - almost all of them are his credit.

The whole apartment has a very rich atmosphere of life, and it really looks like someone lives here all the time.

It seems that my wife has been living here all the time, Shang Li thought.

Looking at everything familiar in front of him, he couldn't help feeling a little sad.

Oh, if only I had never left.

If he had not left, he would be lying in bed with his wife sweetly, hugging each other openly.

Instead of hiding in the dark and spying like now.

The pixel man sitting in the middle of the pillow couldn't help but shed two cube tears.

Hate time travelers!

He raised his small square hand and was about to wipe away his tears when he found that it was dark above his head.

Cui Lan took off her scarf, then took off her black windbreaker and hung it on the branch-shaped hanger, then lay down on the soft sofa.

The position just happened to be on Shang Li.

“…”

The pixelated man turned into data and dissipated, then gathered at Cui Lan's shoulder, using her soft and delicate long hair as a blanket.

He turned his head and watched the silver-eyed man lying on the sofa for a while with his eyes covered, completely unaware, then suddenly sat up and stretched out his arm to grab the camera.

Cui Lan half-closed his eyes, lowered his head, and silently flipped through the photos in his camera, which were almost enough to fill up the storage space.

The photos flipped through one by one as the thumb pressed the button.

Shang Li poked his head in and started to read these small works.

Cui Lan would stop for a moment at each photo, perhaps recalling all the stories in the photo before moving on to the story in the next photo.

Until I turned to a certain page, my finger lightly placed on the key did not press it for a long time.

In the camera, two teenagers, no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, were standing close to each other.

The short-haired boy wearing a paper shell crown shyly gestured "yeah", while the other boy with long black hair narrowed his red eyes slightly, with a skilled smile on his lips. He put one hand on the boy's shoulders and pointed up with the other.

When Shang Li saw this scene, he remembered that this was the night of their seventeenth birthday when they were studying at Peiying High School, which was affiliated with the Superpower Bureau.

The two of them secretly took a break from evening study and went to a hotel to get a room to celebrate. While taking commemorative photos, he suddenly discovered a miniature camera placed in the upper right corner of the room.

So Shang Li whispered to Cui Lan that the boss must be watching what they were doing through surveillance, and they would beat him up after eating the cake.

Before he could finish thinking about what happened next, a photo was suddenly turned over, interrupting his recollection.

Following the birthday celebration photo is a video, which was also shot in the box at the time.

Shang Li inside seemed to be drunk, and was hugging Cui Lan's neck affectionately, almost hanging her whole body on him.

He stretched out his voice and started to cry coquettishly, "Wuwuwu, I like Cui Lan the most - Cuicui Cuicui, I love you!"

Ah, this is it.

Shang Li remembered very clearly that at that time they were not completely together yet and were just in the ambiguous stage.

Alcohol will certainly not make a ghost with a chip in its brain drunk. The guy inside who is clinging to someone and rubbing against them is just pretending to be drunk and saying some corny and sour words.

I am such a scheming person.

The ghost sighed silently in his heart.

“Click.”

Just as the video was about to end, Cui Lan suddenly pressed the camera button next to her.

The progress bar quickly pulled back to the front.

"I love you!" the person in the video repeated the words again.

Shang Li couldn't help but look up, and found that those eyes as cold as snow were actually shining with gentle water light.

“…”

The little man moved his pixelated body, and finally decided to disappear into the hair.

“Click.”

After finishing his confession, Cui Lan silently pulled the progress bar back again.

"I love you!"

“Click.”

"I love you!"

“Click.”

"I love—"

The young boy Shang Li in the video suddenly turned to the camera this time and said with a smile: "I still love you very much now."

"My dear, I'm standing right in front of you, why don't you recognize me?"

“…”

Two seconds later, Cui Lan raised his hand and threw the camera out.

He quickly stood up from the sofa and scanned the apartment with cold eyes.

In the end, of course, nothing was found.

The thrown camera fell on the carpet. Shang Li in the video paused for a moment and said the last word firmly, "...you."

The apartment immediately fell into silence, with only the unsteady sound of breathing remaining.

“…”

Is this an illusion caused by being too tired?

Cui Lan rubbed his eyebrows.

That guy just took advantage of my supernatural power. Even if he's not dead, he's already weak. He shouldn't be so stubborn as to come after me at this moment.

He picked up the camera and put it back on the table, then lay down on the sofa and closed his eyes again.

Cui Lan always believed that as long as Shang Li's body was not destroyed, his lost soul could return to his body and be resurrected.

So during these ten years, even though time travelers took over one body after another, he did not completely damage that body until he destroyed it in the rift just now.

Without a body to take care of him, could he ever come back?

Cui Lan couldn't be sure.

He covered his eyes with the back of his hand, relaxed his body, and allowed his consciousness to become fuzzy.

On the tea table, Shang Li quietly emerged from the camera.

He looked up at Cui Lan who was resting quietly, walked through the short corridor and entered the small room at the back.

This used to be Shang Li's studio, which is similar to Zhang Yunshan's.

Curtains tightly cover the windows. Three computers are placed on an extra-long desk next to the window. Each computer is connected to several monitors of different sizes, and data cables almost cover the entire desk.

Next to the desk is a glass cabinet that reaches the ceiling. It is filled with exquisite dolls of different styles. Most of them were made for him by Zhang Yunshan using the leftover materials after he finished making his new body. A small number of them were customized online at a high price by Cui Lan because she thought he would like to play with these things.

The dolls Cui Lan bought were naturally placed on the most conspicuous upper shelf, while the dolls given by Zhang Yunshan, her half-father, were basically placed at the bottom.

"I never thought that one day you would have other uses besides being for viewing." The pixel man muttered.

He entered the glass cabinet, found a doll with a chip and went inside.

The next second, the puppet's dark eyes turned crimson.

Shang Li stretched out his chubby fingerless hand somewhat uncomfortably, pushed open the glass cabinet from the inside, and staggered to the door.

Damn, why is this door so high?

He jumped back and forth with his arms stretched out, and finally grabbed the handle with great difficulty, turned the lock at the bottom, opened the door, and then fell to the ground with a thump.

Oh, I hope I won’t wake you up?

He quickly got up and secretly glanced at his wife from behind the door.

After confirming that Cui Lan was still lying on the sofa and not only had she not woken up but had fallen into a deep sleep, Shang Li moved his two short legs, "pattered" through the corridor and tiptoed around the entire apartment.

Well, the animated doll was not found.

As expected, there is no substitute for meals. My wife still cares about me the most.

He was temporarily satisfied and strode into the master bedroom with his chest held high.

The doll, which was only as high as its calf, pulled a blanket from the bed, dragged it to the living room and tried to drape it over Cui Lan.

Oh, if my wife could recognize me, why would I have to be in so much trouble even in my own home?

Shang Li had already carried his wife into the bathroom, washed her clean and then sent her to bed. He complained in his heart.

He used all four limbs to climb onto the sofa with the blanket. However, before the little round paws put the blanket down, Cui Lan suddenly opened his eyes and came face to face with the thing in front of him that looked like a human but was not.

“…”

Shangli: Spicy and spicy.

The next second, the puppet's head and body separated.

He watched his head fly up into the sky, hit the ceiling, then fall to the ground, bounce twice very elastically, and finally roll into the tea table.

All that was left on the sofa was a headless body with two little round hands still clutching the blanket.

After Cui Lan attacked instinctively, he gradually recognized that this was the doll placed in the glass cabinet.

Some of the objects in the cracks will become alive and become monsters over the years. It is not uncommon to see a child in the house who wants to suffocate himself, he thought slowly.

But don't destroy Lili's little collection.

Cui Lan stood up, picked up the puppet's head, and carefully put it back on the body.

After repairing it, he lowered his eyelids, held the doll in his arms, and began to rub its face with his hands.

The puppet didn't resist, but shook its head obediently according to his strength. Sometimes he would hit it from both sides, and its soft little face would be pinched into a silly "x".

“…”

Cui Lan suddenly realized that he liked this strange little doll that looked somewhat like Shang Li more and more.

It would be nice to have this little thing as a pet at home, he decided.