Plot Correction System (Part 3)

Three days later, in Zhang Yunshan’s studio.

The ghost consciousness returned from the clone that received the pet experience card and slowly woke up from the pile of dolls.

He floated to the workbench and gestured to Zhang Yunshan who was finishing the work: "Give me the best chip, so that I can become smarter."

Zhang Yunshan let out a long “tsk” and said, “It’s useless if the software is not good, no matter how good the hardware is.”

"Go! Go! Go."

He waved his hand to drive Shang Li away like a dog, picked up the head on the workbench, and placed it on the empty doll above the neck.

The head automatically straightened itself the moment it connected to the body, and the joint between the head and the torso quickly turned into a thin red mark, like a red line wrapped around the pale neck.

"It's done so quickly?"

Shang Li put his index finger on his chin and asked curiously, "Didn't you say it would take four or five days?"

"It proves that I'm more awesome than I thought." Zhang Yunshan said casually, "It's been ten years, I should have made some progress."

"By the way, I optimized this doll."

He smiled confidently and said to Shang Li, who couldn't wait to wear the new clothes, "The limbs can be disassembled, and each joint is equipped with a controller. Even after being disassembled into pieces, it can still move normally."

Shang Li blinked his red eyes and quickly drilled into the chip in the puppet's brain.

The next second, the puppet on the stand became lively.

The ghost maneuvered his body down from the stand, stretched out his hand and tried to use the new function.

"Is that so?"

He easily broke off his left forearm as if he were taking apart a building block.

His arms dropped to the ground, and he nimbly used his fingers to climb onto the workbench. Then he bent his fingers, jumped up, and returned steadily to his body.

“Yes.”

Zhang Yunshan responded and then began to explain in detail, "There are nine nodes on this doll, namely the trunk, the upper arms and lower arms on both sides, and the thighs and calves."

"The control system in your head can remotely control the node directly and move it away from the body."

“Is there a control distance?”

After Shang Li finished playing with his arms, he took off his head and held it in his hands, facing his headless self.

"It's longer than the range of a Bluetooth headset, um...about a hundred meters in a straight line."

Zhang Yunshan took two steps back, and with a sense of relief that he had finally completed his mission, he slumped back into his computer chair. "Take it easy, don't mess it up right after you've finished it."

"I've always been very careful." Shang Li looked at himself with satisfaction.

Zhang Yunshan had already dressed the doll in advance. The upper body was the loose-fitting red shirt he usually wore, and the lower body was the corresponding trousers and leather shoes.

"You're quite good at matching clothes." He couldn't help but praise.

"That's right. I personally match all my daughters' clothes."

Zhang Yunshan waved his hand, and a lolita-dressed lolita doll came out from some corner of the room, climbed onto his legs and sat on them obediently.

The little hands with nail polish grabbed Zhang Yunshan's clothes on his chest, and his sapphire eyes stared at Shang Li curiously.

"Hey, hello, sister—"

Shang Li recognized that this was the doll he had seen in the basement warehouse before.

He squatted down and greeted little Lolita with a gentle smile, but Lolita pursed her lips, turned around and buried her face in her father's arms.

"She is very sensitive to the smell of air."

Zhang Yunshan said, "You're such a jerk."

Shang Li rolled his eyes: "Tsk."

"If you have nothing else, you can leave." After completing the business, Zhang Yunshan immediately started to shoo people away, "Remember to transfer the money to me when you get back."

"Wait, don't be in a hurry."

Shang Li smiled and stretched out his hand, "Do you have a tool that can transfer a person's soul? Give me one."

Zhang Yunshan raised his eyebrows and hugged his daughter tightly, "What are you up to now, kid?"

"Solve a little trouble."

Shang Li spread his pale hands in front of him, as if he was a rebellious child asking his parents for money, "Dad, give me a blank doll, the most ordinary one will do."

Chen Jin, a time traveler far away in the Superpower Bureau, suddenly sneezed.

"What's wrong, Senior Chen?" Ye Bai, who was standing nearby, turned his head.

The time traveler rubbed his nose and said, "I always feel like someone is talking about me."

Hearing this, Ye Bai lowered his head and looked at the box in his arms with resentment, "Maybe it's Teacher Shang's spirit watching us from heaven."

Shang Li, a member of the Operations Department of the Bureau of Special Abilities, sacrificed himself in the rift while trying to save the students, and his body was lost.

As the direct superior of the time traveler Chen Jin, he said that he would use his clothes instead of the body and hold a separate funeral for his subordinate.

As soon as the sky brightened in the morning, the time traveler took Ye Bai and drove the box to the funeral home in the suburbs of Yan City.

The funeral hall had been set up the night before.

"Next, we just have to wait for the guests to arrive and hold the farewell ceremony."

Ye Bai gently placed the box on the center table, then stood side by side with the time traveler in silence in front of the table.

[Hey, host, don't be sad. It's been two or three days.]

The plot correction system said helplessly in the traveler's mind: [You have only known him for less than three hours. ]

"What do you know?"

The time traveler sniffed and said indignantly in his heart: "I was in a pile of monsters when I first traveled through time. Someone risked his life to save me, but he died in there. What about you?"

"You're a crap system that can't do anything except say sorry but don't have enough points!"

Plot Correction System: [……]

The time traveler embraced Ye Bai, who was only as tall as his shoulders, and his eyes became red again unconsciously, "Alas, if he was still single, I would definitely support his wife and children for the rest of his life."

"That's not necessary."

A gentle voice with a smile suddenly rang out in the mourning hall, "My wife and children will take care of themselves."

Traveler: “?”

The bright lights overhead flickered, and finally went out completely. The room darkened, with only the thin sunlight from the window illuminating half of the table.

Ye Bai was startled, then he clung to the time traveler tightly, and said excitedly: "Senior Chen! Is it that Teacher Shang appeared in spirit?!"

Apparently he also heard what was said just now.

Damn, how would I know?

Have you ever seen a ghost haunting so early in the morning? !

The time traveler's legs suddenly went limp, and he murmured, "It can't be a real ghost."

He is most afraid of ghosts, even his brother's ghost! !

I can’t stand apparitions at all!

Brother, you must have regretted it at that time and are now coming to me to claim your life!

"Brother, go with peace of mind. I promise to arrange everything well for you after your death. Don't come back..." The time traveler clasped his hands together and muttered to himself.

"hehe……"

Another laugh sounded in his ears, and the time traveler could no longer hold on. He broke free from Ye Bai's hands like a golden cicada and ran out of the mourning hall.

Sorry bro!

I will bring you some things to calm your soul when you go to the grave. Please rest in peace.

The time traveler grimaced and shed six tears filled with apology.

However, when he was about to reach the door and leave the mourning hall, a hand suddenly pressed on his shoulder, firmly holding his body back from rushing forward.

At the same time, the child's surprised voice also rang out from behind, "Teacher Shang, it's really you!!"

"You're back!!"

Spicy balls.

The traveler closed his eyes in despair.

Behind him, Shang Li was resurrected.

The man stood in the sunlight, his hair still just above his shoulders, his exposed skin was as white and translucent as snow under the light, his eyes were as red as blood, and he revealed a faint smile.

His slender shadow slanted across the floor, revealing that he was a living person.

Shang Li continued to hold down the time traveler, nodded gently to his cheap student, and then turned his attention back to the main point of this trip.

Three seconds ago, he had just climbed in through the window and saw the old guy trying to run away, but fortunately he caught him in time.

The time traveler, who was so scared that he looked like a popsicle, was turned back to the front. The person in front of him asked him with a smile: "What's wrong, buddy?"

"So you don't want me to be alive?"

"Of course not...hahaha."

The time traveler laughed awkwardly, "I was thinking before that I must find a way to find you back."

He thought to himself:

Damn, if this happens then I don't have to earn points. What the hell is this a mission?

A plot correction system that hears all psychological activities: [……]

"Teacher Shang, we thought you died in the rift and would never come back." Ye Bai walked up to Shang Li, grabbed his sleeve and said with tears in his eyes.

"After all, he has been a veteran employee of the Bureau of Supernatural Powers for ten years. He won't leave so easily."

Shang Li took out a pair of glasses from his pocket and put them on, making his expression look softer. "I am really touched that you can do this for me."

"even……"

Shang Li looked around and said, "They set up a mourning hall for me."

It is common for members of the Ability Bureau to sacrifice themselves during missions.

In his original plan, he should lurk in a dark corner for two days, and then make a grand appearance at the funeral of the unified organization, frightening the time travelers to death, and finally successfully solving the problem by himself.

But it’s good now. With fewer spectators, it’s more convenient to move around.

"Ye Bai."

Shang Li called out softly.

"The child heard the call and straightened his chest immediately: "Here!"

"I have bad news."

He pressed the time traveler's hand with a little force, "I just found that there is something dirty on you, Mr. Chen."

Shang Li's glasses reflected a shrewd white light, "I want to get rid of that thing now, can you help me hold it down?"

Hearing this, Ye Bai became suspicious, and his eyes moved back and forth between his teacher and his senior.

Three seconds later, he made his choice.

The fifteen-year-old boy, like a calf, bumped into Chen Jin's old bones and pressed him tightly against the wall.

Grass!

The time traveler almost vomited after being hit so hard.

Even the time traveler could see at a slow pace that the "resurrected" Shang Li brothers in front of him clearly had bad intentions.

He gritted his teeth and quickly used the few points he had to redeem items from the mall following the system's prompt.

“Bang!”

Golden light then burst out from his hands and pierced into the eyes of the remaining two people.

Taking advantage of Shang Li and Ye Bai's obstructed vision, the time traveler used a flash item and quickly slipped away a hundred meters away.

[Host, you see I am still somewhat useful.] The plot correction system exaggerates and begins to plan an escape route for the traveler.

【Please continue with your mission. 】

The time traveler ran wildly against the cold wind, while stubbornly saying in his heart, "You are only of some use now—"

“Bang!!”

Suddenly, there was nothing under his feet.

The body that was moving forward quickly suddenly lost its balance, and due to inertia, the old skeleton fell flat on the asphalt road again and slid nearly half a meter away.

Everything is not going well.

The time traveler wailed in his heart.

“Tick, tick.”

Before he could get up from the ground, a pair of leather shoes came into view.

Along with it comes a shadow falling on the body.

“…”

The time traveler slowly raised his head and gave his good brother a dry smile.

The good brother smiled back, picked up the blank doll in his hand and placed it neatly on his head.