Plot Correction System (XII)

Before "Shang Li" on the opposite side discovered them, Shang Li quickly pulled Xu Ge to hide behind the flower bed next to the company.

"What's going on?"

Xu Ge squatted beside him with his knees hugged, and asked in a low voice: "Are you impersonating him or is he impersonating you?"

“None of them.”

Shang Li said.

He leaned out from the edge of the flower bed and stared at the guy in the distance who looked exactly like him.

Shang Li remembered that this NPC had not appeared when he first entered the realm.

Tsk, at this moment.

To enter Ximing Building, he must pass by the NPC, but due to some unknown complex emotions, he does not want to face "another self".

He should have been constructed based on the personality of the time traveler from two years ago.

Shang Li withdrew his mind and thought silently.

The data in the consciousness module seemed to have suddenly gone wrong, and now all he wanted to do was take a knife and stab that person who looked exactly like him to death.

The appearance of illusions constantly reminded Shang Li: Yes, you have indeed been away from this world for ten whole years.

Now, ten years later, many people have established contact with the time travelers wearing the "Shang Li" shell.

They will work with Shang Li to complete the mission, investigate the case with Shang Li, and then upload the consciousness data to the domain.

But these experiences have nothing to do with me, they belong to the time traveler.

It wasn't jealousy, after all, he didn't care about his colleagues in the Ability Bureau, but in his heart...

There is a feeling of being abandoned.

Shang Li's mind unconsciously recalled Chen Jin's unclear and suggestive words from a few days ago.

For him, who has been with students for ten years, "I" is the stranger who occupies "Shangli's" life, so it is normal for him to have doubts.

Thinking of this, he suddenly missed Cui Lan.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Xu Ge frowned and waved his hand in front of the person next to him, "I feel distracted when I see someone who looks like you."

"Aren't you going in to find the boss? Why don't you give him... first?"

He clenched his five fingers and moved them towards his neck.

“…”

Shang Li glanced at Xu Ge coldly and stood up.

Before Xu Ge could fully react, he heard a gentle voice, "What's the matter with you two hiding here?"

"Fuck!"

He immediately jumped up and turned to look behind him.

The man who was supposed to be standing at the door of the company had somehow come behind them and was looking at the two of them with a smile.

“…”

Shang Li closed his eyes, then slowly opened them, and the same smile immediately appeared on his face.

Don't do anything about this illusion just yet.

He shook his head gently. "Nothing. I just feel a little overwhelmed seeing you here, Mr. Shang."

"Well, who are you?"

The illusion "Shang Li" put away the small notebook in his hand and put it in his pocket, and asked in a kind tone: "Pretending to be a member of the Supernatural Bureau is a serious crime."

"I am you."

Shang Li took out the domain authority that looked like a small black cube from his pocket and placed it in front of the illusion.

Permissions can only be used outside the domain. If they fall inside, they are no different from a piece of scrap iron.

"This is a domain, and you are an NPC made up of data in the dungeon."

He explained directly and calmly without any concealment: "My student went missing while doing a practical assignment. I suspect someone in the real world has kidnapped my student by pretending to be Lin Sirong, so now I need your help, understand?"

"What?!"

Xu Ge had just recovered from the shock when he was hit hard by these words, "I am an NPC?"

Unfortunately, no one paid attention.

The illusion looked at the evidence in front of him intently, and after thinking for a moment, he nodded calmly, "Well, this is really shocking news."

"But your personality doesn't seem to be very similar to mine."

He said to his "other self" calmly: "Even if I am a string of data constructed by a copy, I shouldn't be so different from you."

When Shang Li heard this, he laughed out loud.

On the contrary, Tian Gang, should we blame the time traveler from two years ago for not being able to pretend to be me?

Even though he thought so, he still reached out to the illusion, "Two years is enough time for a person's character to change drastically."

"If you don't believe me, you can come and check it out."

"No, I don't have the means to do that." Illusion politely declined and adjusted his glasses.

So Shang Li slowly retracted his claws.

"As you said, if someone kidnaps a minor, I cannot just sit there and do nothing, regardless of whether I am a teacher or a member of the Ability Bureau's operations department."

The illusion gave a typical smile and said, "Let's go. It is a lucky thing to have the opportunity to cooperate with another self."

Unlike Shang Li, who usually only showed a superficial but extremely aggressive smile underneath, his eyes were full of tenderness and sincerity.

“…”

Shang Li couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly.

This is what I look like when I am played by a time traveler?

Looking at the illusion that was waving its finger at him, he took a few deep breaths silently, and nudged Xu Ge, who had already shut down due to excessive thinking, and said, "Let's go."

"Hey, am I really an NPC?"

Xu Ge, whose legs and feet automatically followed Shang Li, said in a vague tone, "I used to say that I lived like an NPC in a game. I thought it was just a joke, but it turns out to be true..."

Shang Li glanced sideways, "Not really."

“Don’t forget there’s a real you out there.”

The illusion walking in front smiled and said, "They are the real ones."

At this point, he let out a long sigh, "Ah, it's scary to think that it will be reset after a while."

The illusion shook his shoulders, and it was unclear whether he was really scared or just thought it was funny to make Xu Ge's face turn pale.

Shang Li, the only person present who belonged to the real world, couldn't help but whistle.

My current state is no different from being reset.

After entering the building, he raised his head and looked around.

There is a big difference between the interiors of Ximing Company and Linyue Company. If the entire building of Linyue Company tends to have a serious and cold sense of technology, then Ximing Company has a more gentle and lively atmosphere as a whole.

Snack stands and scattered sofas can be seen everywhere in the corners. One can almost imagine Ximing's employees sitting here and slacking off during work hours.

The three of them walked through the company lobby and into the elevator. Looking at the numbers on the screen gradually rising, Shang Li suddenly said, "What if there is a chance for you to become the 'original body'?"

He asked the illusion of a time traveler standing beside him.

"Um?"

"Let's say I...stay here, and you go to the real world and become me." Shang Li blinked his bright red eyes.

"You have the same appearance, the same memory, and the same abilities as me. Everyone thinks you are the real me, and they may even think you are better than me."

"Then I don't want to either."

The illusion answered decisively and questioned, "You don't want me to go to work every day instead of you, do you?"

Before Shang Li could answer, he continued, "This is absolutely impossible."

"Since my appearance, memory, and abilities in the realm are all set in advance..." Illusion rubbed his chin and actually thought seriously, "It would be better for me to have my own identity as a newborn."

"But when it comes down to it...it's almost impossible to actually achieve it."

He spread his hands helplessly.

“…”

Shang Li said nothing more, and the elevator immediately fell into silence.

"bite."

The arrival alert finally sounded, and the elevator door slowly opened to the sides.

Xu Geru felt like he was almost suffocated by the pillow pressing on his head, and he couldn't wait to slip out.

The moment Cong Shang left, he noticed that the atmosphere in the elevator car became inexplicably solemn.

Based on my years of experience working for a boss, if you're not careful, a fight could suddenly break out over some insignificant words, and people could end up getting killed in the elevator.

In order to avoid being accidentally hurt, Xu Ge remained silent and huddled in a corner, pulling up his hood to reduce his presence as much as possible.

Fortunately, he didn't die.

He walked upstairs, put his hands on his hips and took a few deep breaths.

Shang Li and Huan Xiang followed behind one after another.

"I remember that Master Lin is on this floor."

The illusion said, walking forward and pushing open a conference room.

Shang Li leaned next to him, stuck his head in, and looked around.

The conference room is not very large and you can see everything in it.

It’s a pity that there’s no sign of the young master inside, but…it’s not entirely empty.

Several corpses were sitting or lying around the table, each with a pool of clear water beneath them and white crystals hanging on their bodies that had not yet completely melted.

Shang Li stretched out his little finger and gently rubbed it on the corpse.

It is ice condensed by supernatural powers.

He shifted his gaze again.

Judging from the style of their uniforms, these people should be employees of Ximing Company.

"It seems we are a little late."

Illusion also entered the meeting room, squatted down and began to examine the body, "Is that person an ice-controlling mutant?"

"uncertain."

Shang Li checked the other corpses and confirmed that every NPC died in the same way, being frozen into ice sculptures, and it was not long ago.

He looked up and glanced at the clock hanging in the conference room. It was almost... exactly the time when he was walking Cui Lan.

"Maybe he has other abilities." Shang Li added the second half of the sentence.

Xu Ge was still outside, maybe because he was afraid of the corpse, or thought someone needed to keep watch for them, or maybe...

To be on the safe side, Shang Li beckoned with his finger and asked the illusion to turn its ear over and whisper his speculation.

"I didn't expect you to care about the people around you."

After listening to all that chatter, Huanxiang held his eyes and commented, "I originally thought that my future self had grown into a cruel and heartless smiling tiger who loved no one."

“…”

These words directly controlled Shang Li for three seconds.

After a while, he smiled through gritted teeth, "I just said so much, and this is all you can say?"

The illusion also smiled. "What else can I say? Should I brag about how I will be a gentle and kind little red flower in the future?"

“…”

Shang Li narrowed his red eyes in anger, "Tsk."

A good scholar.