Chapter 7

The thin and tall man in the car ahead ran over panting and was stunned when he saw the empty driver's seat.

Immediately afterwards, he raised his eyes and met Han Li sitting in the back row.

Han Li's little face, whose blood-colored color was pale and haggard, his dark eyes looked particularly conspicuous in the dim carriage, staring at the front row that had been no longer human.

The bandages tied to his legs were even more dazzling.

Zhao Rui was shocked and quickly stepped forward to open the car door, checking Han Li's body anxiously, his voice trembling.

"My God, what did those villains do to you? Are you okay?"

Han Li seemed to have not recovered yet, and his dark eyes were still staring at the empty driver's seat.

The others in the two cars followed closely and made the whole car surround. Zhao Rui hurriedly called and called the best private doctor to stand by. The bodyguards who followed him tried to bend down and pick Han Li up - but he stopped him.

Han Li raised his eyes and looked at Zhao Rui standing not far away. His voice was very light, but it had an unquestionable meaning, which was unnecessarily ignored.

"San Uncle, how do you know I'm here?"

Zhao Rui just hung up the phone and heard Han Li’s question, and couldn’t help but be stunned. “It was the kidnapper who asked us to bring 8 million to this address to redeem you, but during this period… something happened at home, so he spent some time raising money and finding people, and then came as fast as possible.”

After saying that, he frowned in confusion and turned his head to look at the rustling forest beside the car by the mountain wind.

"But... why did that person run so fast, even money..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Rui shook his head with some self-deprecating thoughts, as if he was explaining to himself

"It probably depends on the fact that we have a lot of people, so we suddenly panic and ran away."

Han Li listened quietly and suddenly asked, "How many people have you brought?"

Zhao Rui didn't know why Han Li asked this question, so he looked at him with some confusion, but he still surrendered under his persistent sight and replied, "If it doesn't count me, there are about six or seven people."

Han Li lowered his eyelashes and carved a deep gloom on his haggard cheeks. He looked down at his palm.

The blood was half-dried, leaving a slightly dark brown-red pattern along the shallow palm lines, like interlaced scars.

He suddenly laughed, "That shouldn't be the case."

Since he was taken to the mountain to execute, Han Li knew that the kidnapping was premeditated and planned, but he subconsciously did not want to make his family so ruthless and vicious, but rather shirking all the responsibilities to his kind and cruel stepmother, until the man cruelly exposes his wishful thinking with merciless words.

The murder on the mountain can be explained temporarily, but now there are more and more urgent attacks...

In addition to putting him to death, he also needs essential manpower, financial resources and resources.

And these are things his stupid and vicious stepmother can never have.

The fighting sounds from the doctor's basement were clearly heard, while Han Li listened with breath, his whole body tense, as if facing a great enemy, staring at the dust falling from the ceiling, and did not dare to relax for a moment - because he knew that once the man fell, the rest would be the mercenary who was weak and weak, and he had no power to fight back, facing the mercenaries hired by his father to kill him.

During that time, Han Li counted those messy steps in fear. Although he still had no understanding of this unpredictable protection, he at least knew that this man could not be scared away by just five or six people.

Then...then...then came deeper and heavier doubts.

Why?

Why did this man save him from the hands of the desperate people on the mountain, take him for treatment, and even protect him for 39 hours in a critical moment?

He blocked all dangers with his own body, and Han Li didn't even know his name.

——No money, no fame, no power.

How is that possible?

How is that possible?

Han Li limped out of the car with difficulty, rejected the hand that was being supported by the side, and walked to the driver's seat.

He held the unlit cigarette in his palm, then turned his head and said to the people who were watching him nervously, "Let's go, go home."

Home.

Han Li's face was calm beyond his age. He lowered his eyes to cover the dark aura under his eyes.

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“…11,10,9…”

The metal sound in my ears sounded monotonous and hypnotic. Shenkong jumped over the scattered pile of rocks under his feet, and was still having fun chatting with the system. "You said, after reaching the next major turning point of the target person, can I still ask for the money from my temporary identity account? And, can I take it back to my original world?"

system"……"

Chen Kong shook his head with regret and sighed

"What a pity, the Zhao family didn't get the eight million."

At this moment, the countdown in his ear finally came to zero. Just as the last syllable fell, Chen Kong felt that there was a black look in front of his eyes, and the boundless darkness pressed down impenetrablely, swallowing the light, shadow, sound and color around him in an instant, and everything was instantly annihilated to zero.

It seemed as if a century had passed, and it seemed that after only half a second had passed, he woke up.

The blockbuster colors and noisy sounds rushed into the airy senses. This process seemed not to be difficult to bear when sleeping, but when such teleportation was awake, it was simply torture.

Chen Kong took a deep breath, blinked hard, and his eyes finally slowly focused.

He was sitting upright in a small classroom.

It seemed that it was the time for school to be over. The students around him were packing up their things in a noisy manner. The light blue fan was rotating swayingly. Every turn would make a monotonous and harsh crunch. The chaotic footsteps and laughter inside and outside the classroom mixed into a roaring stream, violently impacting the hollow eardrums. He subconsciously lowered his eyes and his eyes fell on the palm of his desk.

This is a pair of young hands.

The fingers are slender and fair, the skin is smooth, and the luster of a young man. There are no thick cocoons for long-term practice and small scars all over the palms. There are only soft cocoons that are ground out from long-term holding of the pen on the index finger and the side of the thumb.

Chen Kong was stunned for a moment, gently stroked his fingertips, and asked in his mind, "...what is my identity this time?"

The system's monotonous mechanical sound rang in my ears, "The specific information of correcting temporary identities will be transmitted simultaneously with the plot details of this time node when the system detects the target person - that is, the moment when the corrector and the target person have visual contact."

Chen Kong looked up at the entire classroom.

Before we knew it, the classroom had gradually become deserted from the crowds. The students who filled the classroom had left in groups of three or three, leaving only some students who were still packing things slowly and the on-duty students who were cleaning. A girl with tall braids was struggling to tiptoe, wiping the blackboard full of chalk with a soaked rag, and the shining wet marks replaced the handwriting of dragons and phoenixes like ghost-drawing talismans.

Han Li is not there.

At this moment, the system sounded again

"Because the correctionist performed a behavior that greatly affected the plot in the last task, the studio can only place you near the estimated time and location, which may be deviated from important fate nodes, and your stay time at this turning point may be longer than the last time. The specific extension time has not been determined. I have an obligation to remind you that due to the significant modifications you made to the plot before, the novel plot may be largely deviated, and the plot details transmitted by the studio may not have much reference significance. Please refer to the correctionist."

Chen Kong was looking down at the books and exercise books on his desk. He heard this and stopped his hands and frowned slightly.

“Deviation? How big is the deviation?”

"It's not clear yet, but because the plot operation space at this turning point is larger than last time, the studio will transfer more detailed and clear plots to you."

Chen Kong sneered and narrowed his eyes, "You neither transmit the plot nor reveal any information about this identity. So are you counting on me to go out and see if I can hit the target person?"

The system was stuck for a few seconds before answering in the same mechanical tone

"The temporary identity arranged by the studio for you will definitely intersect with the target person, so now I can only recommend that you be patient."

Chen Kong thought for a few seconds and reluctantly accepted the current explanation.

He stood up and reached out to put the several exercise books on the table into his deflated schoolbag, and couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

This time, his temporary identity is called Cheng Chen. It can be seen from the test papers scattered inside the desk that his grades are very good. However, according to the clothes and expenses, it can be seen that his family is relatively tight and he is likely to be withdrawn. Otherwise, he would not have been exposed by the people who sat in the classroom from school alone, and no other students came to ask about it.

Chen Kong threw his schoolbag behind his back, slowly swaying out of the classroom, while discussing with the system in his mind.

"I know you can't tell me about your temporary identity, but at least you have to tell me where he lives?"

The system did not answer, but the next second, Chen Kong felt the phone in his pocket vibrate twice.

He reached out and took it out and saw that a new gs address appeared on it.

Chen Kong smiled with satisfaction, said that he put his phone back in his pocket and walked out of the teaching building

"Thank you."
Chapter completed!