It's exciting to run away [Quick Transmigration]

When Song Heming woke up from the bed, his head hurt badly.

He never drank much before, but last night he was really a bit presumptuous, he drank three bottles in a row, and in the end he couldn't even remember how he got home.

Rubbing his somewhat messy hair, Song Heming got up slowly, only to find that this place is very different from his home!

He looked at this strange and small room in surprise, and his first reaction was that a stranger had brought him home.

Drinking is really wrong!

Song Heming rolled over and got out of bed while cursing.

And when he saw his legs, Song Heming was stunned.

How is this going?

How could his hands and feet have shrunk so much?

And... it seems to have turned white...

Song Heming thought of something flashed in his mind, he quickly ran to the bathroom, looked at himself in the mirror, and couldn't look away for a long time.

At this time, Song Heming in the mirror was no longer that handsome 29-year-old uncle, but a boy who looked only seventeen or eighteen years old.

There was a masculine and feminine look on the boy's face.

His eyes are big and sparkling, and his eyelashes are like small brushes. When he blinks, he seems to be touching people's hearts. His pink lips are whistling, which makes people want to take a bite.

He is as delicate as a doll, like God's darling, no one who sees him will dislike him.If the old Song Heming met this young man, he would be very interested in having a fling with him, but at this moment...

Song Heming just wanted to know what happened.

Overnight, he became another person?

Just as he was looking suspiciously at the mirror, a voice suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Hello host, I am your time-traveling assistant, system [-], and I will help you in your next time-traveling journey. I hope we will have a pleasant cooperation in the next journey."

There was a tinge of machinery in the voice, but it was still full of emotion.

Song Heming frowned slightly, and immediately grasped the key point: "Why did I travel through time?"

"Your body suffered some inhuman treatment last night and has now entered the cremation ground. If you want to continue to live, you can complete the assigned tasks and get points. When the points reach 1000 million, you can be resurrected in situ , and return to your world."

Song Heming couldn't remember what happened last night at all.

Judging from the mouth of this system, something happened to him after he was drunk last night, which led to his accidental death...

"Then what tasks do I need to do?"

"The places you travel through are all fictional worlds created by people from various worlds. However, due to some problems, some deviations have appeared in these fictional worlds. You need to enter the fictional world to fix these deviations."

Song Heming nodded slightly.

Although this kind of job of repairing deviations is difficult at first glance, since you want to be resurrected, you should pay a certain price.

Besides, Song Heming was quite confident in himself.

Seeing that Song Heming seemed to have begun to adapt, 007 said, "I'll send you the general content of this world first. It's your first time participating in a mission, so this mission is the easiest. The world designed is an ordinary world."

Almost as soon as [-] finished speaking, many memories that did not belong to him appeared in Song Heming's mind.

The original owner was also called Song Heming, but his background was even more rough.

Both his parents died in his early years, leaving a house and two facades as inheritance.

The original owner, who was only six years old, was unable to take care of himself, so he lived in the house of his uncle and aunt. After confirmation by the neighborhood committee, the original owner's uncle became his legal guardian.

When the original owner was eight years old, the General Principles of Civil Law was amended, and the restriction on civil capacity was just changed to eight years old.

As soon as the uncle and aunt made a consensus, the house and the facade were changed to their names by the uncle and aunt using some special means as compensation for taking care of the original owner until he reached adulthood.

Today is his birthday, and two hours ago, the ugly-faced aunt just came to chase the original owner.

The system said: "Your main task in this world is to get back the things that were taken away from the original owner."

Song Heming nodded slightly.

After digesting these things, before he had time to think about what to do next, he heard a dull sound of 'dong' from the door.

He went out to take a look, only to find that it was a boy who looked three or four years younger than the original owner.

The boy was smashing the door with a chair, and when he saw Song Heming coming out, he had a malicious smile on his face: "Hahaha, garbage, you can finally get out!"

Song Heming frowned slightly.

In memory, the boy is also a very important character.

He was like a demon, insulting the original owner over and over again for no reason, making the original owner feel very inferior since childhood.

However, he didn't know that the main source of income for his family was actually provided by the original owner.

Now the location of the facade is very good, and the monthly rent can be more than 1 yuan. Adding the rent of the house, the total is almost 2000 yuan. Otherwise, uncle only had [-] yuan for security guards that month. And the aunt who is idle at home cannot afford to support an ancestor at all.

Song Heming looked at the boy coldly.

At the same time, he asked the system in his mind: "Do you have a recording function?"

"Have!"

"Can you make a video for me?"

"Of course. Host, your room itself is equipped with a camera, which was installed by your aunt. I will hack into the system now, and I will record everything that happens between you and this little fat man."

Song Heming nodded in satisfaction.

After all, he was an adult, facing the child at this time, his expression had a sense of calm and prestige, just one look made the little fat man's body tremble uncontrollably.

However, in the little fat man's memory, Song Heming has always been a bully.

He felt ashamed, and immediately expressed his inner grievance with an action.

——The little fat man raised his hand and threw the stool towards Song Heming violently!

Originally, Song Heming could have completely dodged such an attack, but he only struggled a little bit instead of deliberately hitting the stool with his head.

The iron nail on the stool was on his forehead, creating a gash that was seven or eight centimeters wide!

Blood rushed out...

"what!"

The little fat man didn't expect such a thing to happen, and ran away with a scream.

"Ahhhhhh!" the system also yelled in Song Heming's mind.

Song Heming was taken aback.

System: "Host, you are injured, it looks so serious!"

Song Heming asked helplessly, "Has the video been recorded yet?"

"Of course, do I need to show you?"

"Let's go." Song Heming pretended to stagger and walked to the living room.

The original owner's uncle went to work, and his aunt was playing mahjong outside. That little fat man just did something wrong, so he probably wouldn't dare to come out in a short time.

As soon as Song Heming stepped out of the camera area, he immediately stood up straight. He casually treated the wound on his forehead with a cotton swab, and then sat leisurely on the sofa.

The system played the video to Song Heming. Song Heming felt that he had no flaws, so he nodded, "Good job."

The system chuckled: "Thank you host for the compliment!"

Song Heming stood up, and took 200 yuan from the drawer from memory.

The original owner's aunt never let Song Heming have more than five yuan in money. He took away two hundred at once, and it is estimated that someone came back and found that the money was missing, and he would blow it up immediately...

However, his purpose was indeed to make this matter a big deal.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, Song Heming went downstairs and took a taxi to the hospital.

On the way, Song Heming couldn't help thinking about life.

He never thought that he would time travel one day, and now he still couldn't help feeling a little hesitant. Thinking of those people and things in reality, Song Heming's eyes were slightly empty.

With a sigh, Song Heming rubbed the center of his brows.

It is futile to say anything now, he can only take one step at a time.

Seeing this, the driver sitting in front couldn't help but say, "Young man, did you fight with someone?"

"En." Song Heming nodded, making a cute appearance.

"Young man..." the driver sighed.

He seemed to want to say something, but after seeing Song Heming's expression, he kept his mouth shut.

When they arrived at a nearby hospital, Song Heming got out of the car and queued up to register, then sat on a chair in the hospital and waited.

His system is obviously a chatterbox, and he has not been in contact with it for a long time, and it has already revealed its original shape: "Master, your wound looks very terrible. It would be great if you had points. Now you can exchange five points for one." Quick results', your wound will definitely heal immediately, and there will be no pain at all!"

Song Heming: "...can't let it get better."

"Oh, yes, there's still a video..." the system realized belatedly.

Song Heming touched his wound.

In fact, the wound was not particularly serious, it was just because it was on the forehead, it looked scary.

"I'm fine, you don't have to be so nervous."

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow

"...My child?" Song Heming remained expressionless.

System: "...Master Host!"

Just when Song Heming was a little bored and the system was talking poorly, a group of people suddenly broke in at the door of the hospital.

Seven or eight bodyguards cleared the way, surrounded by a 27-year-old man.

The man was sitting in a wheelchair, looking weak, his face was very pale, he coughed twice from time to time, as if he felt Song Heming's eyes, he suddenly raised his head to look at Song Heming.

Song Heming smiled generously at him.

The man looked a little better, and nodded slightly at Song Heming.

System: "Congratulations to the host for triggering a side mission, making Mr. Li Lin love and hate you."

"...Love and hate?" Song Heming fixed his eyes on the man.

Although the man was sitting in a wheelchair, his face and body were still so good that there was nothing to say. Obviously, this man was normal before.And the point is, this man's face is completely Song Heming's favorite.

Song Heming said: "That's easy, I'll go sleep with him, and then run away."

system:"???"