Plot Correction System (Thirteen)

Shang Li stood up and looked up at the camera in the corner of the ceiling.

Not surprisingly, it was destroyed.

Theoretically, even if most of the members of the Bureau of Special Powers' operations department do not have special powers, they can still extract clues to find the intruder based on the condition of the corpse.

But behind his 32-year-old appearance is a 22-year-old soul that has not yet been employed.

Apart from the fact that these employees were frozen and then died while in a meeting in the conference room, no other clues can be obtained.

If I had really gone to school honestly for ten years, I wouldn't be as strapped for money as I am now.

As for the illusion...

It seems there is no hope.

He leaned against the conference table, ruffled his jet-black hair, and sighed, "But my inference has been partially confirmed."

"What are you going to do next?" asked the illusion.

He stood up and leaned on the conference table with Shang Li. "Since you believe that the intruder may have the ability to impersonate someone else, then everyone in the area is now a suspect."

"Except yourself, of course."

The illusion pushed the frame down with the knuckle of his index finger.

As for Shang Li's own pair of glasses, he had thrown them out as bait when he was walking the illusion "Cui Lan". Now the bright red pupils were exposed without any obstruction, making his originally gentle face look somewhat aggressive.

"have no idea."

He spread his hands and said, "Just keep looking."

"You don't seem to be in a hurry." The illusion turned his head and met Shang Li's gaze.

"It's not time to really worry yet."

Shang Li smiled.

"I'm sure Cui Lan from the real world is also in there."

He curled his lips and pointed his finger at the air a few times. "If we run into him later, and the knife comes at us, we'll have to worry about whether everyone in the entire domain can continue to exist."

"Why are you so sure he followed in?" the illusion questioned.

"Because they want to hunt me down."

Shang Li stretched his waist, stood up and walked out slowly. "As a well-known 'old enemy', Cui Lan will definitely not let go of this opportunity."

"So confident?"

Huan Xiang was inevitably a little surprised, "I never thought that I could grow up to the point where I would be so confident even when facing Cui Lan's pursuit."

“…”

That's because I'm back.

Shang Li silently retorted in his heart.

"After all these years, I naturally have a good understanding of him."

His head and the index finger stretched out to his side shook together, "I am sure that no one in this world can understand him better than me."

"Really?"

The illusion responded with a smile, his eyes sparkling behind the lens.

"Then he must know you very well." As he said this, he quietly put his hands behind his back.

"No."

Shang Li, who seemed to be still immersed in the conversation, muttered angrily, "If you really knew me that well, I wouldn't be standing here."

“That’s good.”

As he finished speaking, the illusion suddenly approached the man who was about to leave the meeting room.

Outside the door, Xu Ge leaned against the outer wall of the conference room and waited for a long time.

"What are those two doing in there?"

Seeing that the two had not come out yet, he lost his patience, grasped the handle and pushed open the door that had been closed since he entered the illusion.

"You are all right..."

He saw clearly what hit his eyes and swallowed the last word directly.

A headless corpse suddenly appeared in front of the door.

The sticky liquid that overflowed from the incision flowed down the pale neck into the red shirt, staining it a dark color.

“Boom.”

The headless corpse was shaken by the wind caused by opening the door, and then fell heavily to the floor, leaving a bright red arc in the air.

As the body blocking the situation inside the room fell, the man who was sitting at the conference table with his legs crossed and cleaning a knife was exposed to the view.

The severed head was placed next to him, with its face facing the door. A pair of eerie red eyes were still staring at the young man at the door who looked like he was petrified.

Xu Ge held the handle, staring blankly at the murder scene in front of him.

"Oh, how come you can't wait so long?"

The man raised his eyelids and continued to wipe the short blade in his hand. His posture was so elegant that it seemed as if he was holding a handkerchief woven from silk instead of the two-yuan toilet paper on the conference table.

He wiped the short blade that its original owner had given to Xu Ge clean and hung it back on his waist, then turned around and looked at Xu Ge with a face that was exactly the same as the head on the table.

"How about it, do you recognize who I am now?"

His peach blossom eyes curved behind his half-frame glasses, and he raised his hand and waved like a primary school student saying hello.

“You, you are…”

Xu Ge answered hesitantly: "Are you the NPC like me?"

"Yeah, that's right."

The illusion jumped down from the table and slowly approached the young man standing at the door.

Seeing this, Xu Ge turned around and tried to escape, but before he could move his feet, he stopped right where he was.

The collar was held firmly by the illusion, just as it had been hanging outside the window.

The beautiful face slowly came up to him and said coldly: "Now, I am the real one, understand?"

“…”

Xu Ge reacted for a moment, then nodded frantically, with such force that it seemed as if his head was about to be thrown off.

The red-eyed man raised the corners of his lips in satisfaction and released his hand.

"Didn't you just say in the elevator that you didn't want to replace Shang Li?"

A few seconds later, Xu Ge, who had recovered his breath, adjusted his collar and asked cautiously, "You suddenly changed your mind?"

The illusion sneered, "Just to scare him into lowering his guard. How can I let down the chance to replace the original body just like that?"

"Don't you want to?"

He blinked his red eyes gently, "Leave this world made up of data and go to reality."

Xu Ge opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, his straight shoulders suddenly slumped.

His eyes rolled back and he quickly lost consciousness.

At the same time, it was as if another person had come to life from Xu Ge's body, and his body had visibly become taller and his posture had become much more elegant.

Even his appearance has completely changed.

The handsome features are somewhat similar to Lin Siyuan - he is the current head of the Lin family, Lin Sirong.

The previous animal-like aura disappeared, and what filled out instead was the arrogance of a person in a high position.

"I can't believe you acted so quickly."

Lin Sirong snapped his fingers and changed into a well-tailored suit in an instant. "But it doesn't matter. I solved a big problem in advance and saved me a lot of time."

He adopted a business-like attitude, and every word he uttered was clearly heard by the illusion, "My ability can take you away from here. Not only that, I can also use some assets and connections to help you gain a foothold in reality and completely replace Shang Li."

After slowly saying these promises, Lin Sirong revealed his purpose, "How about cooperating with me?"

"really."

The illusion tilted its head slightly, "Are you the intruder?"

"Oh, what intruder?"

Lin Sirong said confidently, "This domain was originally invested and built by our Lin family. As the head of the Lin family, I am the owner of this domain."

"You have always been the one playing Xu Ge?"

The illusion leaned back lazily against the conference table, cradling the bloody head in its arms like a pillow.

"Of course not."

Lin Sirong responded readily, not sparing in answering questions and doubts, "I just used my authority to project my consciousness onto this NPC just now."

He walked slowly into the meeting room that served as the place of his descent and held out his hand to the illusion. "Well, how do you think of my proposal?"

"What can I do for you?"

The illusion held its head without changing its position, leaving its claw hanging in the air.

"It's simple. Enter my superpower space, help me kill a few people, and take away their superpowers."

Lin Sirong was not embarrassed when his overture was rejected. He slowly withdrew his hand and said, "Speaking of which, Shang Li was also in my hunting range. He was even the most important one."

"But now that he has died in your hands... hehe, it's a pity that I have no affinity with his abilities and cannot obtain them."

Seeing that the illusion didn't respond, he continued, "Ah, speaking of which, the real Cui Lan is also in there. I think you might be interested."

"One thing worth noting is that his special ability was sealed by Xu Ge."

The illusion narrowed its eyes suddenly.

After a moment, he raised the corners of his lips and said, "Yes, now is indeed a good opportunity to solve that big problem."

"If we get rid of him, there will be one less person in the world who understands Shang Li. When the time comes to realize the reality, it can be counted as an achievement."

Lin Sirong clapped his hands silently.

"So, happy cooperation?"

“…”

The illusion looked at the head of the Lin family twice, but still did not directly respond to his invitation. He just stood up straight with his head in his arms and said in a calm voice: "There is no time to waste, let's set off now."

Seeing that the plan failed twice, Lin Sirong could only shake his head, sigh, and raise his hand to snap his fingers.

A space-time rift that was wide enough for only one person to pass through appeared at the door of the conference room.

He bowed slightly and gracefully made a "please" gesture, "Welcome to my territory."

“…”

Hearing this, Phantom couldn't help but twitch his mouth.

Are you so childish?

A minute later, he was walking in the dark space corridor with his bloody head.

Lin Sirong followed closely behind and asked curiously, "Why do you want to bring this head with you?"

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he seemed to vaguely see a head with most of its face hidden by black hair rolling its eyes at him.

"Take it to shock Cui Lan."

The illusion said casually: "Tell him that dying here with your old enemy is a good ending."

Upon hearing this, Lin Sirong couldn't help but burst into laughter.

He clapped his hands and praised: "Not bad, not bad, it's a good way to provoke people."

The illusion snorted in response.

After passing through a long corridor, the two finally stepped into a luxuriously decorated office.

The office was dimly lit, with only the desk lamp on. The floor-to-ceiling window next to it was pitch black, like a solid wall.

"What is this?"

The illusion looked at the scene before it and raised an eyebrow slightly.

"A maze I carefully designed."

Lin Sirong stood beside him and proudly introduced, "Each room is connected to a corridor, and the corridor is connected to countless identical rooms."

"The corridors are connected front to back, forming a circle, and the rooms on both sides are like gears on a chain, constantly moving. If an outsider enters without any warning, he or she will have no idea where he or she is."

“Not bad.”

The illusion nodded in praise, and then said, "But it seems that you have no way out in the first place."

"This space is my hunting ground. I never intended to let the prey leave alive when I built it."

Feeling the vision of the illusion falling on him as he spoke, Lin Sirong changed the subject and said, "But I can release him anytime I want."

"Amazing, awesome."

The illusion came again.

He placed Shang Li's head on the desk and pulled out a short blade from his waist. "So, is it time for your 'hunting' now?"

"Of course." Lin Siyuan said.

"There are three of them, circling the corridor now."

Lin Sirong pointed at the illusion, "Cui Lan, your main target."

Then he bent his arm and pointed at himself, "Lin Siyuan, my main target."

"There's also an unrelated unlucky kid, we'll deal with him later." He then clapped his hands and said, "That's it."

"You're going to kill your brother too?"

The illusion turned around and curled his lips, "How cruel."

"It would be truly cruel to let him waste the S-level supernatural power." Lin Sirong sneered.

"Hmm, that's a good point."

The illusion lowered its head.

He weighed the short blade in his hand, then threw it out at a speed that made it impossible for Lin Sirong to dodge, piercing his neck.

"I'll get rid of you first, and then it won't be too late to find Cui Lan."

The man smiled his usual kind smile.