Chapter 63

Han Li's heart crunched, and the overwhelming sense of fear came from nowhere, which suddenly broke down his psychological defense.

He stretched out his hand at the other party in a panic, as if he wanted to grab something urgently. But before his fingertips touched the other party's clothes, the young man standing in front of him seemed to have suddenly been pulled away and fell to the ground.

Han Li stood there in a daze, his pale fingertips stayed stiffly in the air, as if time had frozen and his breathing was stagnant.

The people around were already stunned by the rapid change of situations, and they didn't know what to do at this moment. They froze in place stupidly.

It seemed as if everything was stuck in this enclosed space, and the sound of air flowing in the dead study seemed to be heard.

At this moment, the young man who fell to the ground suddenly moved, slowly laid his body, looked around in shock and blankly, revealing a blank expression: "Where is this..."

Han Li stared at Meng Mingxuan, who looked strange in front of him. The emotions on his face slowly became cold, as if the surging waves on the sea suddenly returned to silence. The loss of composure just now was deeply hidden in his eyes and penetrated into the bottomless abyss. His fingers that were still in the air tightened, and then he restrainedly put them back beside him.

He did not look at Meng Mingxuan who was lying on the ground again.

The soul he loved had left his body in front of him. The man now was just a blank sack to him.

Han Li gestured to Lin Ziyu, and his voice was indifferent:

"Take him down."

Lin Ziyu had not recovered from the impact just now. After a while, he realized the content of Han Li's order. The few people behind him slowly approached Meng Mingxuan who was lying on the ground. After all, they had just seen the seemingly weak young man in front of him put their four brothers to the ground in less than ten seconds. But beyond expectations, although the other party struggled and shouted in panic, even when they were surrounded and approached, they lost the slightest power and skills. Even if they did not dare to take too much action out of their awe and fear of Han Li, Meng Mingxuan was taken out of the study very easily by them.

After a riot, the study room became quiet again.

Lin Ziyu's gaze turned around the silent Han Zhuang Bian Xianjing and Han Zizhuo and the other two. They had already become eggplants made of frost, curled up in the corner in fear and fear that the attention of others would fall on them, and they had no previous arrogant and domineering attitude. Looking at these people, a trace of contempt flashed in Lin Ziyu's eyes.

He stepped forward and spoke cautiously:

"That... Brother Han, the three of them, what are you going to do?"

Han Li glanced coldly at the three people not far away, then withdrew his gaze indifferently, as if they were just insignificant ants on the road, and they were not even worthy of his attention. He said: "Submit the evidence we have in our hands to the relevant departments, so that their case will be handled first, murder, kidnapping, commercial fraud, and so many charges are enough to make them spend the second half of the year in prison."

Lin Zi lowered his eyes more and more, covering up the shock in his eyes.

He knew how long Han Li had planned for today's revenge plan. To be honest, he did not agree with Han Li's own killing of these three people. Although these people were more than dead, it was not worth dirtying his hands for them. The subsequent handling of the corpse to cover up his movements and even kill people to silence him was easy to leave traces. It was too easy to leave a handle, which was equivalent to leaving a weakness for the entire organization that was easy to be attacked. However, although he persuaded him several times openly and secretly, Han Li could not listen.

His hatred was too intense and deep, and he had to see the blood of his enemies before he could let it go.

But... what Lin Ziyu didn't expect was.

Someone can really pull him back from the edge of extremes, and even prompt him to solve the problem in the most rational way.

It's simply a miracle.

Lin Ziyu nodded and gave a wink at the people behind him. Several subordinates in black suits were already disappointed, with a bleak face, and Bian Xianjing and Han Zizhuo who were crying bitterly. Then, in order to sort out the evidence in their hands and handle the subsequent matters, Lin Ziyu followed the people after obtaining Han Li's permission.

The luxurious study room was empty.

Only Han Li was left standing alone in the middle of the room.

His back was straight and his face was silent. His pale palm held the black scepter in his scepter, just as the king held his scepter.

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"one."

As soon as the mechanical sound without emotion fell, Shen Kong felt a darkness in front of him.

The dizzy feeling of dizziness accompanied by a torn and severe pain came overwhelmingly, cutting the nerves inch by inch like a file.

It seemed as if the endless darkness and pain were compressed in just a few seconds, and it seemed that it had been stretched to the end of time.

When he came to his senses, he found himself standing in a pure white space with no colors. The huge space without edges extended boundlessly to the distance. The nearly dazzling white made Shen Kong narrow his eyes slightly. It took him a long time to finally adapt to the scorching and monotonous paleness here.

Shen Kong looked down at his hands.

The fingers are slender and powerful, and the palms and backs of the hands are covered with fine old scars. Some are so shallow that they cannot see the traces, while others are still hideous and deep, with rough finger belly, and thick calluses left by long-term gun control at the knuckles. The skeletal texture is so familiar, like a handy weapon.

This is his own body.

He even wore the outfit he wore before he came.

Shen Kong was not very surprised. He raised his eyebrows and his palms were hanging beside him.

At this moment, he heard a sound suddenly sounding, echoing in this vast space. The sound was neither male nor female, and he could not hear the specific gender, nor did he know where he came from: "Welcome to the correction officer 0893. I detected that you applied to the studio. The studio has responded to you. Do you have received information transmission?"

——He didn't expect this.

It turned out that the corrections assistant really submitted his questions to the headquarters, and they actually agreed to reply.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and said:

"take over."

His voice seemed to have spread far away at the moment of exiting, echoing in the empty and pale space, scaring Chen Kong himself.

As soon as the words fell, Chen Kong felt a familiar pain coming from his head, as if he had an ice cone straight into the depths of his brain, causing a severe pain like a wave. Then, a large amount of information suddenly poured into his mind. The huge flow of information that was difficult to process in time made him dizzy. He subconsciously staggered, but quickly stabilized his body and slowly recovered from such a complex ocean.

Chen Kong digested and understood the information that was stuffed into his mind, and a faint shock flashed in his eyes.

His guess is correct to some extent.

But it is not exactly in line with reality.

As introduced at the beginning, Correction of Three Views Studio is a high-dimensional studio that transplanes the plane.

But it is not the only one. In addition to it, there are role-playing studios, scumbag studios, etc. that belong to the same entertainment company. They perform various tasks and experience various lives by investing trained experiencers in a small world formed by novels as a basis and medium, and use them to satisfy the curiosity of residents of high-planes, and then evaluate and reward them according to the score.

However, slowly, the novel plane that was originally under the control of the high plane developed by itself.

Everything that has not been mentioned in the original text is self-improving at a rapid speed, eventually forming a complete worldview and beginning to reject the entry of residents of high-planes. The studio cannot figure out what happened to the small world staff without directly intervening. It can only select characters from the subplanes that are also the world of novels to enter and use this as a medium for detection.

And Chenkong is the person selected.

Like Han Li, he is also a character in the book.

It's just that they belong to different novels.

The same settings in their respective worlds are derived from advanced planes, and those completely different species terrain and landscape are the products of their own self-improvement and development.

At this moment, a huge screen suddenly lit up from the boundless white in front of me, extending infinitely into the distance. The screen was filled with dense small screens, each of which printed a completely different scene. Many words flashed rapidly on the screen, dazzling. Chenkong only had time to capture a few messages that slipped past his eyes:

Bai **ing: "?????? I'm having a big holiday, I'll cry to see if I believe it? But I firmly believe that my brother Kong will be sweet in the future."

Su**Jian: "No, my chestnut is so miserable. Twenty years old, I'm going to cry. Brother Kong, come back early                                                                                                            �

You**Mo: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Several cameras floating in the air slowly appeared around him, each aiming at the sinking air standing in place.

It seems...it's like a live broadcast.

Chen Kong searched for the information that was forced into his mind. It turned out that in order to allow the characters who selected sub-planes to enter the sub-planes, he could also make profits for the company. Therefore, he selected the entire task process without involving the characters and made a live broadcast, just like... a reality show of some kind.

At this moment, the emotionally unsatisfied mechanical voice spoke:
Chapter completed!