Paranoid Love Poem [Quick Transmigration]

When Ji Churong came back, it was just dawn, and he asked the system several times along the way, "Is it dawn?" '.On the way back, he didn't know much about it. First, he didn't know what the light was like. Second, he had never seen fireflies in this world, and he almost forgot what kind of fluorescent light these little bugs emitted.

Thinking about it carefully, he found it quite interesting. He hadn't seen it for a long time, but now he grabbed a handful and hurriedly sent it to a child in another world.

'System, do you think it looks good? '

The glass bottle is full of fireflies, and the yellow-green light spots float in the darkness, indeed there are some shadows of stars.

'nice. ’ But holding it in the hands of a person who can’t see any color or light, this beauty is mixed with other meanings. The system curiously asked: ‘Host, your eyes...why did they become like this? '

Su Ling had no chance to see Ji Churong take off his glasses, but the system could see it almost every day.The hollow eye sockets and the scars all over the eyes all speak of a rather unpleasant past.It stands to reason that people with physical defects would not be selected by the program at all, because of the inconveniences such defects would cause.

But Ji Churong was chosen.From a certain point of view, this means that he is not inferior to the whole body, and even far exceeds them.

Judging from the wounds on the eyes, this defect is obviously man-made rather than natural.

Who did such a thing to him, and how did he grow up to this level step by step.

' It's not that I'm trying to hide. ’ Ji Churong said with a wry smile: ‘Actually, I have forgotten it myself. '

'This... this can also be forgotten! ? '

'Well, my memory of the past is very vague.It seems to have suffered a serious injury, and has been in a state of confusion for a long time.After waking up, there was a serious loss of past memory.I can recall not much, and nothing about the eyes. '

'Have you ever thought about finding your own eyes? '

'How is it possible to find it? !It would be too perverted if it was kept. '

That's right, the system has scanned Ji Churong's physical condition, and the level of abilities is kept at a high level, and the physical fitness is far superior to most of the abilities. Even if the eyes are pulled, the total score is still good.Because of this, even the system feels that the eyes are really a pity.

'Does the host remember what color his eyes are? '

'Black.The person who created me likes the oriental flavor very much, so the eyes and hair are all black. '

"That's it..." Imagine a host with black hair and black eyes, it's really cool.Eh! ?etc! ! !

The system was shocked: "Host, you just said to create!" ? '

'Um?Didn't I mention it? Ji Churong didn't realize how amazing he said, and said calmly: "I thought you knew my past clearly. '

'Although I understand it, I don't understand it to this extent!So you say creation, are you the host...'

'Well, I'm not a descendant of human beings bred through normal means, but a product of the deformed society in my world, artificially synthesized genes to create humans. '

'But, host, weren't you abandoned into the garbage dump? 'The garbage dump, in Ji Churong's world, is a marginal area that exists by default. Many children who have been identified as having no abilities are abandoned there, and are received by the 'shelter' inside the garbage dump.In that world where the strong bully the weak and the extreme pursuit of optimization, incompetence is a crime.You can be invisible, you can lose an arm or a leg, as long as you have supernatural powers, you will be superior to others.

The entrance area of ​​the garbage dump is a bustling commercial street, lively and cruel.There are many stores specially set up for children, like candy stores, toy stores and the like.The adult takes the child through that street, fulfilling all the wishes of the child along the way, and when he reaches the end of the street, he squats down and asks softly: "Is the candy delicious? Is there anything else you want? I can satisfy everything today." Oh, are you gone? Then...wait for me here, and we will go back together in a while."

At night, all the stores are closed, and the commercial street is plunged into darkness for a moment. Unique to the 'shelter', the van covered with lanterns stopped in front of the children and opened the doors for the children who were still waiting there.

But Ji Churong had no candy or toys at the time.He was an expensive failure, which caused the creator to lose money, so he passed out directly, and threw it into the cart with other failures, and put it directly into the garbage dump.

'Even if the gene is artificially synthesized, there is still a 10% probability of producing a person without abilities. Ji Churong said: "The person who created me had high hopes for me, but unfortunately, I still failed to awaken my abilities when I was 12 years old." 'It is generally believed that once the 12-year-old is over, the ability will not be awakened again.

System: 'Hostable is not the 10%. '

'Well, I should count 1%. Ji Churong laughed and said, "I suddenly awakened my supernatural ability under special circumstances." '

'Also awakened two kinds at once. This is also one of the reasons why the program judged that Ji Churong is a rare strong man. After searching the entire universe, he could not find a few dual abilities, not to mention that Ji Churong's dual abilities are complementary enhancement and perception.

The atmosphere was a bit depressing, and the system wanted to say something happy: "However, after coming out of the garbage dump, the host didn't grow crooked, it's amazing."Then why did you join the UJP of the Universe Joint Police Department? '

When it comes to ideals and beliefs, even people who are used to calmness and introversion show a firm look unique to young people: "I want to be a useful person to all those who need it." 'It's not a piece of rubbish, it's an existence that can and can help.

"You have passed the rigorous assessment and are expected to become a member of the UJP. But before that, I still need to confirm the following questions with you again and again."

"Are you willing to help people in need in this world, regardless of race, nationality, gender, and social status?"

"Are you willing to be the strong backing of vulnerable groups? When the law cannot protect everyone."

"Are you willing to be like the ancient knights, who will always hold the belief of justice. But never bow to the unkind king, and become his shield when the defenseless cry for help?"

"Are you willing to go to the most dangerous place and bow your head to those who are not as powerful as you, who are not respected or valued?"

"Even if you are all willing, have you ever thought that on this road, you will not only leave footprints, but may even be tombstones."

"That's all for the sake of it, if you still want to join. Then... what else can I say? Friends, UJP has no choice but to welcome you."

No matter how long it has passed, the exhilarating and passionate mood is still alive today.Although, he has seen many footprints along the way and passed countless tombstones.But this is like an unquenchable hope that will always guide him, defend the just law, draw his sword to despair, and not be afraid of the abyss.

But... Even so, the most terrible despair came.

The big explosion that destroyed everything, instantly turned the capital into debris, and there were voices calling for help everywhere. He grabbed the hands of countless people, but it was too late, and more people stretched out their hands to him, but he could only watch helplessly. with...

'System, time base can really change everything? '

The system affirmed: 'Yes.Host, you're not the first to be chosen, and it's not the first time the time base has played a role. '

Even with the guarantee of the system, Ji Churong still felt that it was not real enough, as if his feet could not step on the ground.

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The windows of the apartment were pitch black, but Su Ling didn't sleep, he was still awake.The sound of the guitar came from the study on the first floor, and with Ji Churong's perception, he could still clearly hear Su Ling's low-pitched singing.When not roaring or screaming, this low-pitched chant has a unique taste, with a somewhat smoky voice quality.However, if the sound is louder, you can hear that it has been smoked.

This was the first time Ji Churong met Su Lingtouching music.After his voice was broken, he stopped singing and never played music.It has to be said that talent cannot be easily taken away.Su Ling's casually played ditty is more comfortable than many well-thought-out movements, each note is full of rendering power, as if seeing the sun penetrating through the dense forest, and the sound of running water and birdsong in the silence is exceptionally clear.

But soon, turned gloomy.Dark clouds covered the sky, the stream seemed to be frozen, and the birdsong came and went, becoming sharp and short.The branches and branches of the forest cast strange silhouettes on the ground, and those silhouettes stretched their teeth and claws in the dark wind.

Ji Churong sighed: "It's like a supernatural being in terms of mental attack." '

System: 'What a pity. 'Whether it's the host's eyes or Su Ling's throat.

Anger gradually grew out of the gloom, so the dark clouds condensed into groups and fell from the sky, and the friction between the clouds brought out bursts of lightning.That kind of lightning flashed from the depths of the piano player's eyes, Su Ling seemed to be in a daze, his hands were disorganized, and the sound became more and more harsh and unpleasant, just like his throat.

There was pain in his hand, but this pain gave Su Ling a sense of joy.

Just as the pain was getting stronger, a bright spot suddenly appeared in the dark room.Yellow-green, small, like a fluorescent dandelion, ignoring depression, anger, and hatred, floating carefree in front of Su Ling.

The tune was interrupted, and so was the anger that had reached its peak and was only waiting to be drained.

"What is this stuff!?"

Another little yellow dot appeared.

Su Ling searched the past and found a gap in the door.Small yellow-green spots of light leaked in through the crack of the door one after another, and soon, the room was filled with flying spots of light, like scattered stars.

After staring blankly for a while, Su Ling finally realized.He dropped his guitar and ran to the door, pulling it open.

Ji Churong was holding a glass jar, squatting against the wall by the door, and gently pinched a firefly in his hand.

Su Ling: "...What the hell are you doing!?"

"I can't pick the real star, and there's no place to put it when I pick it off." Ji Churong whispered: "Firefly, can you just let it go?"

"Who wants you to really pick it!!" Su Ling roared: "I thought what are you doing running out in the middle of the night!? Can you still tell what is the truth and what is a joke!? There are so many people in the middle of the night! You don't know if it's dangerous, and your eyes are inconvenient..."

"I can hear it." Ji Churong interrupted Su Ling's endless roar, and said gently: "But I will take it seriously."

"..." He clenched his mouth tightly, as if something was about to overflow from his chest, but Su Ling was unwilling to let it out.As if to keep a secret, he clenched his teeth, holding back the emotions that were about to burst out, until veins popped out on his forehead.

"Ji Churong, you are the number one idiot in the world." Su Ling: "Damn it, you bastard, what are you trying to do to me!?"

What's the use of you doing this, what can I give you in return, I can't even cook well, and I can't even sing.Is it necessary to care about a useless waste.

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Next chapter: A new dungeon is about to open~! !

Su Ling: What do you picture me, and what do you want? Tell me quickly, what are you pictured?

Ji Churong: No, it should be, nothing else.

Su Ling (exploded): Impossible! !You think about it carefully, such as drawing pictures of me or something!Don't be sorry! ! (Interrupting Ji Churong) Don’t say it’s true! !