From cannon fodder to protagonist [Quick Transmigration]

"Mr. Cen, welcome back." Wuxiang's voice rang in Cen Fei's ear again.

Cen Fei groaned and sat down on the ground. He hadn't completely escaped from the great sadness. He looked at the emptiness in front of him blankly, as if he saw the bright galaxy again from the emptiness. .

After a long time, Cen Fei raised his head and asked Wuxiang in a low voice, "How long will it take me to enter the next world."

Wu Xiang replied: "We are not sure about this, but don't worry, the longest will not exceed 20 days."

Cen Fei nodded and then there was no sound again. He was lying in the empty space, there was nothing for him to entertain, so he could only recall every bit of getting along with Stalov, but about The only good memories between them are the two years on the planet Kudola. These memories are like a small piece of candy, with Coptis chinensis in it. When he sucked all the sweetness, the bitter taste will jump immediately to his lips.

And the memory of the place he came from seems to have become thinner a little bit. His memory of that person has become less clear at some point. He can only remember that he was standing on the high clouds, low He lowered his eyes and looked at himself, neither sad nor happy.

A few days later, Cen Fei didn't know what he thought of, he suddenly asked Wu Xiang: "God...why do you want to learn to love?"

Wu Xiang apologized and said to Cen Fei: "I don't know either, we are low-level managers, and the information we know is limited."

Cen Fei actually didn't think that Wuxiang would tell him the answer. After hearing the expected answer, he bent his mouth and made a standard smile, as if expressing his apology. He then asked Wuxiang: "You Won't you be bored here?"

"Boring? Why?" Wuxiang was created in nothingness. He cultivated and grew up here. He has never seen the outside world. For him, this nothingness is everything to him.

Cen Fei tilted his head, "Is your world like this?"

"No, each manager can actually construct their own space, but I am used to nothingness, no matter what I put here, I will feel uncomfortable. I have never seen the space of other managers, and it is probably bigger than mine. It’s more interesting here. And God lives in Nine Heavens, I heard that it is the most beautiful place, but I have never been there.” Wu Xiang said.

"There will be opportunities in the future." Cen Fei comforted him.

"No."

Cen Fei asked: "What's wrong?"

Wu Xiang seemed to sigh, and he said: "Originally, if the person I'm looking for can become the protagonist and teach theology how to love, I should be able to upgrade, but now there is no way."

What Wuxiang didn't tell Cen Fei was that he could actually leave Cen Fei here and find a soul that meets the requirements to send him to the Three Thousand Small World, but he didn't do that in the end, it was Cen Fei who asked him to He remembered the very special child he had seen a long time ago, and later heard that the child had lost his mind and entered hell, so he never saw him again.

He can't remember exactly what that child looked like, but he only heard from the more senior managers that the child lost his soul and disappeared from heaven and earth.

Cen Fei snorted, and now he realizes that he was the one who dragged Wuxiang down, and he couldn't say an apology, and Wuxiang didn't want to hear it, not to mention that he didn't do anything wrong in this matter.

He changed the subject and asked Wuxiang: "What do your gods look like?"

"I haven't seen it either, I just heard something from them..." Wuxiang used many beautiful and sacred words to describe the god in his mouth, and it can be heard that Wuxiang respects him very much as a god.

The god described in Wuxiang's mouth can't help but remind Cen Fei of another person, but that person is cold-hearted and almost never shows other expressions on his face, and he dare not imagine that person will be his Starov , I can't imagine what it was like when that person moved his heart and shed tears for him.

That person doesn't care about him.

Cen Fei sighed softly. He thought of him less and less often. He almost completely forgot about him in the last world, which is good.

He heard Wuxiang say to him again: "However, they said that God changed a lot in the period before he went to the small world. He began to lose his temper like an ordinary mortal, and often locked himself in the temple for hundreds of years. None of them come out."

Cen Fei laughed. He felt that Wu Xiang's words were not right, and ordinary mortals had done nothing wrong, so why dragged them into the water.

He chatted casually with Wuxiang again, and then, the void space fell into silence again.

I don't know how long it took, but Cen Fei seemed to have fallen asleep. He had a dream. In the dream, he and Stalov returned to Kudola, looking at the planet that had turned into a piece of green. Carrying a small shovel, Love dug a deep pit just enough for two people to lie down, and took him into it together.

Their bodies were covered with new soil, he fell asleep in the pit, and seemed to be awake again, watching new buds grow from the soil above their heads, and the new buds pulled out delicate branches and grew slowly, a golden rose quietly open.

After waking up, Cen Fei looked around in a daze, got up from the ground, and looked at the few memory balls not far from him. He no longer remembered what he had experienced in those worlds. Several memory balls walked over, stretched out his hand and touched the nearest white memory ball, he said to Wu Xiang: "Save all the memories of my world."

"Good Mr. Cen."

As soon as Wu Xiang's voice fell, bright spots of light gradually rose from Cen Fei's head, forming a brown-red memory ball in an instant, like rusted iron.

It's also like those golden coats of arms that Stalov buried in the ground together with the handful of yellow sand. After many years, when they reappeared in the sky, they were already rusty and mottled, but they were still glorious.

Cen Fei stared at the five memory balls in front of him for a long time, as if he wanted to see from these memory balls what he had experienced before, but there was nothing in them.

"Mr. Cen, you can enter the next world now."

"OK, thanks."

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"Mr. He, Miss Su is here."

He Zhize put down the document in his hand and raised his head, glanced at the male secretary who knocked on the door, then lowered his head and turned the document in his hand again, and asked expressionlessly, "Why is she here?"

The secretary replied: "Miss Su didn't say anything, she just said that she wanted to see you."

With a cold face, He Zhize said in a deep voice, "No, let her go quickly."

"Yes." The secretary retreated from He Zhize's office, closed the door of his office, and the usual silence returned to the office.

A few days later, the noon news was playing on the TV in the company cafeteria, but the employees who were eating were not in the mood to listen to these things that had nothing to do with them. The male secretary of He Zhize stood up after eating and cleared the plates on the table When I looked up, I almost vomited my lunch when I looked up and saw the picture on TV.

"At nine o'clock this morning, a citizen found a headless female corpse under the overpass on Beihuan Road. The female corpse was wearing a dark green sweater, a camel coat, and black tights. The identity and cause of death of the female corpse are still under investigation. I hope to know Citizens with clues can actively call our hotline, our hotline is..."

The secretary swallowed. He vaguely felt that the camel coat on the female corpse seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember when he saw it before.

It wasn't until the evening when people from the police station came to look for He Zhize that the secretary remembered where he had seen that camel coat.

"Mr. He, someone from the police station is here." The secretary pushed open the door of He Zhize's office and reported to him.

He Zhize responded, and a young man in police uniform came in not long after. He Zhize stood up from the office chair, looked at the young policeman in front of him and took out his ID from his pocket, and said to him: "He Zhize Hello, sir, I am from the Municipal Police Department, and this is my ID."

He Zhize glanced at the certificate casually, nodded, and said calmly to the police officer in front of him, "Hello, Officer Zhou."

Police Officer Zhou put away his ID and asked He Zhize, "What were you doing on the night of March 23?"

"At home." He Zhize replied.

The policeman asked again, "Who can testify?"

"The servants at home and the surveillance video can all prove it."

The policeman took a small notebook and wrote something, and then he took out a five-inch photo and asked He Zhize, "I wonder if you are the person in the photo?"

He Zhize nodded, "I know."

The police have been staring at He Zhize's face closely since they took out the photo, as if they wanted to see some expression changes on He Zhize's face in order to get some clues that they didn't know, but unfortunately, He Zhize's expression did not change from the beginning to the end. .

The policeman explained to He Zhize: "It's like this. We found a headless female corpse under the overpass this morning. After checking, we confirmed that the female corpse's identity is Miss Su Weiwei. We want to know if you have any clues?"

"I don't know." He Zhize replied indifferently.

At present, He Zhize is not suspected of committing any crimes, and the police can't continue to question him, "Okay, thank you for your cooperation, we will take our leave first, if you have any clues, please contact us as soon as possible."

He Zhize responded and watched Police Officer Zhou leave his office.

He sat down on the office chair again, turned on the computer, and suddenly found that a game called "Plants vs. Zombies" was downloaded on his desktop for some reason. He picked up the mouse and clicked the right button to delete this game from his computer. I uninstalled it, but somehow the game started by itself.