Chapter 11: There’s no problem with the police station.
Sometimes the system really wants to call the police. It's just AI, not a master key. Hacking the mall control center is illegal! Oh, yes, the host is an outlaw, so it's okay.
After much persuasion, the host was finally persuaded to buy glasses as planned. Who knew that the mall had such sinister intentions. The glasses store was on the seventh floor, and by the time the host walked up, he had already bought a bunch of useful and useless things.
[Host, you don't have a home, why are you buying so many things?! You can't drink milk tea, especially iced tea!]
[I really can't! The original owner is allergic to peach juice. If you drink this, you will go into shock!]
Allergic to peaches?
Bian Ling had just come out of the hospital and really didn't want to go on an IV drip anytime soon, so he could only regretfully change his mind and say, "Then I'd like a cup of Thai salty yogurt. I haven't had salty milk tea before."
【Order it hot! Order it hot!】
The system wanted to cross the line and control the ordering machine of the milk tea shop. Fortunately, the host finally chose room temperature. When it finally arrived at the eyewear store recommended by President Wen, the system felt that its working experience had increased by two years.
From now on, the host can no longer go shopping in the mall by himself. He can do online shopping if possible.
Bian Ling used to wear glasses, but because of radiation sickness, his eyesight was very strong and he even suffered from temporary blindness in the later years. To be honest, he is quite picky about glasses.
Like the cheap one he's wearing on his nose now, he hasn't worn it since he became rich.
[This is a discarded model that the original owner bought with a classmate during high school. He had to save up the money he earned by collecting herbs in the mountains during holidays.]
Not to mention getting glasses in a shopping mall, the original owner's financial situation has always been poor, and he relied on student loans and scholarships to go to college. To be honest, the original owner's student loan has not been paid off yet.
"Student loan? Then you can pay it back."
The system froze for a moment, but soon a mechanical sound rang out:
[Host, are you ready to accept the original owner's identity? ]
"Oh, that's not the case." Bian Ling compared a pair of glasses in one hand, "Consider it as the reward for using his body to do whatever he wanted these days."
...It turns out that you, host, know everything.
But the system is very content. At least the host is now willing to repay the original owner's student loan. What if he becomes ambitious in the future and starts climbing the technology tree?
The system went to work quickly, and Bian Ling also chose the glasses: "Make a pair of each of these, expedited."
This is a big order. The clerk immediately beamed with joy: "No problem, sir. However, we need to adjust the stock of some special frame materials. If you don't mind, we can start with these models. What do you think?"
Bian Ling was about to speak when an annoying voice suddenly came from the side: "Hey, isn't this the top student in our class? Why haven't I seen you in the teacher's lab?"
[The host, his name is Jiang Yiyun, he is the one who stole the original owner's admission to graduate school! ]
Jiang Yiyun's family had some money, and he had not had much interaction with the original owner, Bian Ling, in the past. Perhaps it was because Bian Ling was always busy with studies and working during school, and had no time to make friends. The only people he could talk to were his three roommates.
In other words, Jiang Yiyun simply doesn't bother to care about the poor classmates in the class.
But in their junior year, they both participated in the College Life Science Competition. Bian Ling participated purely to get more credits and scholarships, so he naturally worked very hard. As for Jiang Yiyun, in order to pursue the campus beauty, he made a bold statement that he would definitely win the first prize, so he wanted to spend money to join Bian Ling's team.
But the place was full. Although Bian Ling was short of money, he was a principled man and so he rejected Jiang Yiyun.
Although Jiang Yiyun eventually joined a good team, his final grades weren't ideal, and he certainly didn't win over the school beauty. He harbored a grudge against Shang Bianling, and repeatedly troubled the original owner. The original owner had thought that after graduation, Jiang Yiyun's harassment would be over, but who knew... just before graduation... he snatched his place in graduate school.
[Host, he's really gone too far. Not only did he use his connections to push people away, but he also spread rumors on the school forum that the original host had committed academic fraud and cheated on the exam.]
"Spreading rumors?" Bian Ling looked up and met Jiang Yiyun's eyes full of malicious mockery. "How about you compensate me with some money? My newly fitted glasses are dirty from looking at people like you."
"What did you say?" Is this still the same timid Bian Ling who didn't dare to speak loudly to him? Jiang Yiyun realized that after not seeing him for more than a month, not only had Bian Ling's temperament changed, but even his clothes were more expensive. "No, you're a college tycoon, aren't you being kept by a rich woman? No wonder you can afford to go to this kind of store. It's true that when you're away for three days, you'll be looked at with new eyes."
"You know what, you look like that and you're really attractive to those middle-aged greasy rich ladies, right?" Jiang Yiyun said with some malice.
Bian Ling clenched his fists and turned to ask the clerk: "Do you have surveillance cameras in your store?"
"Of course, sir." The clerk, who had just heard the customer's rude remarks, hurriedly said, "Sir, do you need our help clearing the place?"
The purchase Mr. Bian just made is enough to make him enjoy the VIP treatment in the store.
"No, just remember to keep today's surveillance content."
The clerk screamed, and before she could react, she saw the indifferent-looking Mr. Bian picked up the mirror next to him and smashed it over. Everything that happened next was very... colorful and spectacular.
But it must be said that the clerk felt that Mr. Bian was not wrong. Of course, this was not only because Mr. Bian was handsome and paid the bill quickly, but also because the other party was the one who flirted first.
"Jiang Yiyun, huh? You're so happy about stealing other people's things, but you still dare to act so ugly in front of me?" Bian Ling punched him again. "What are you croaking like a frog? It's so unpleasant. Don't you want to reflect on yourself?"
"You—you actually dared to hit me! I'm going to sue you, I'm going to call the police!"
More and more people gathered around, and someone had indeed called the police, but Professor Bian continued to beat people. He hit people in the most painful places, making sure that the people would be unable to get out of bed. The medical examination showed that the injuries were minor.
I have to say, beating people is really a good way to relieve irritability, especially beating this kind of trash that comes to your door. There is really no psychological burden at all.
As for whether he would kill someone, that was no big deal. He could just go and sew on the sewing machine.
[You can’t step on the sewing machine! No way!]
Fortunately, the police arrived very quickly, and Professor Bian could only regretfully remove the shoes that were stepping on Jiang Yiyun's face. As for what to explain at the police station, there was someone else who should feel guilty.
"Why did you hit him?"
"He slandered my character and fabricated rumors of academic misconduct. I was left with nowhere else to go and wanted to die with him."
Police: ...You look so relaxed, how could you be desperate? You're trying to kill yourself, it's clearly a one-sided assault.
Just as he was about to continue questioning, his colleague knocked on the door and said that it was Bian Ling's attorney.
When Wen Xun received the driver's call, he was still arranging various follow-up matters for the company. After all, he needed treatment, and even with targeted drugs, he couldn't work and treat his illness at the same time. Who knew that in just a short time, going out to buy glasses could lead to him being arrested?
"What? He killed someone?"
The driver quickly shook his head: "No, Mr. Wen, Mr. Bian Ling didn't kill anyone."
Wen Xun breathed a sigh of relief: "It's good that no one was killed. It must be the other party's fault, right?"
"...That should be the case. When the conflict just happened, I went to put something in the car and was not at the scene." The driver also began to regret not following the person all the time. It was obvious that President Wen asked him to follow him all the time. If he was at the scene, well, he couldn't stop Mr. Bian. At most, he could inform President Wen earlier.
"Forget it, I'll get the person out first."
Director Kuang came in with Wen Xun's recent physical reports and heard this: "What's wrong? Which of your juniors got into a fight again?"
"I guess so."
"Whatever you call it, it counts, right?"
Wen Xun said, "What I mean is that the developer of the targeted drug was arrested for beating someone up."
"What? How's his hand? It won't affect his future research, will it?"
…Wen Xun discovered for the first time that Director Kuang was such a practical and direct person: “You’re not still thinking, who is this person? You want him to go and beat him up personally, right?”
Kuang Chunlai: "You're right. Which police station is he from? My son-in-law is in the Criminal Police Brigade."
"...If no one's killed, there's no need for detectives."
Director Kuang said with a hint of regret, "Alright, your current physical condition is pretty good. Although the tumor is continuing to worsen, it hasn't reached its limit yet. It's just the dosage of the medication. I still want to talk to him. Please invite him over as soon as possible."
Wen Xun has some experience in rescuing people, after all, he does have a nephew who is not very promising at home.
When Xie Yanwen received a call from his friend, he thought it was some extremely urgent matter: "Bian Ling? Who? Do you have a junior with this name?"
"He's not a junior, he's a savior," Wen Xun corrected.
"Ah? Who wants to kill you? Aren't you doing a decent business?"
Wen Xun had kept his illness a secret even from his family, and of course he hadn't told his friends either, but now he really didn't need to hide it so tightly: "I have advanced stomach cancer, and Bian Ling is the only one who can save my life."
The breathing on the other end of the phone tightened. After a long time, Xie Yanwen's voice sounded:
"Wen Xun! President Wen, why are you only telling me this now? Is this Bian Ling reliable? Are you being scammed? Can advanced gastric cancer be cured?"
"You know what Director Kuang, an oncologist at the Beijing Medical University, said."
Xie Yanwen immediately understood the importance of the matter. Kuang Chunlai was arguably the best oncologist in China. "I understand. Even if this Bian guy committed murder or arson, I'll get him out for you!"
"You still have this ability?"
"Don't be so poor! I'll settle the score with you when you get better."
Xie Yanwen fought his way to the police station, ready to become a lawyer, but who knew...
"He slandered you, didn't he? And there's evidence? He provoked you first? You're the victim? You hit him because you were angry? Minor injuries? That's fine."
Xie Yanwen killed everyone in the area, and Bian Ling left the police station safely.
Before leaving, he also went to see Jiang Yiwen, who was not in human form. Professor Bian did not think there was anything wrong with resorting to violence. He even stopped to carefully appreciate his own achievements. As expected, only "murderers" like to return to the scene for the second time.
"What are you doing?"
"Aren't you going to sue me and put me in jail? I'm really looking forward to it~"
The author has something to say:
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[Bug caught] It was a close call, the male protagonist almost had to step on the sewing machine for a year!
Professor Bian: I still prefer to see others being unruly. It’s more fun to step on such faces [scatter flowers][scatter flowers]!
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