The slag of quick time travel is difficult to attack

He Zihuan stopped talking, and said straight to the point: The first question.Are Su Yanlin, An Rui, and Lu Zhou the same person?Or do they have the same soul?

The system has given up: ... no.

He Zihuan chuckled, and changed the subject: What about Yuan Yao, Jiang Zekai and Liszt, are they the same person?

The system never expected that the other party would ask this question, and it lost color for a moment, tongue tied: host... this... how do you...

He Zihuan said slowly: Compared with the superficially different targets, the overlapping points of the three original owners are actually quite obvious.He has a prominent family background, noble status, outstanding appearance, high IQ, and is indifferent, good at calculating, playing with people's hearts on the palm of his hand, and never touched the truth.

The system swallowed violently: ...this...actually...

The man's tone sank: answer me.

The system almost burst into tears, and said helplessly: No.

He Zihuan's eyes darkened, and he said with a half-smile, "Although I don't want to admit that the three original owners have their own perverts, but to some extent they are very similar to me.He shrugged: They are all heartless and heartless people who only know how to climb.

He Zihuan said word by word in the nervous panting of the system: So... am I also one of them?

This time the system gritted its teeth tightly and stopped speaking. He Zihuan raised his eyebrows, he had already guessed the answer, shrugged and said, "Okay, I'll change the question."

The system breathed a sigh of relief, and He Zihuan said: I am not your first host, and you are not the only system. Are there many such tasks?

This question was not banned, the system just wanted to divert his attention, and answered smoothly: No, the probability is less than one in ten million.

He Zihuan then asked: Is there a one-to-one correspondence between the target and the host?

The system hesitated slightly: No.

He Zihuan hooked the corners of his mouth: that is "yes".

system:……

He Zihuan stopped talking, and looked at the night scene with dark eyes.Just when the system thought it was over, he said to himself: Since the probability of being bound is less than one in ten million, and the target and host are fixed, my being bound is not a random event.

He Zihuan casually seemed to be saying that the weather is fine today: In other words, the car accident that nearly killed me and left me in a coma was deliberately done by someone or something in order to trigger the system binding and provide preconditions.

The system froze, and the spirit was highly tense.

The first question that He Zihuan thought about after crossing was not what happened, but who planned the car accident that day.The truck was obviously coming at him. Under the speed and weight at that time, if he hadn't been bound by the system, he would have died without a doubt.

He Zihuan searched for clues over and over again in his mind, but couldn't find anyone who could plan the accident quietly under his nose, and at the same time had a motive.

As the mission progresses, only one of the above possibilities remains.

He Zihuan continued: I have two guesses.First, you planned the car accident.

The system exclaimed: I did not!Boss, I really didn't!

He Zihuan raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: I think so too.Since you don't have any special skills other than being able to time travel and restart missions, I doubt it.

system:……

He Zihuan: There are motivations for doing things. I don’t know what you can get from it for the time being, but looking at the overall situation, the only and achievable purpose of this matter is to make the target’s happiness value full, and the only beneficiary is the target.So the second guess is that the car accident is inseparable from the target.

The system suffocated for a moment, as if it was stuck in the throat, so tense that it would roll its eyes and roll its feet at any time.He Zihuan accepted everything calmly after crossing, and even completed the task at a terrifying speed. It turned out that he did not succumb to fate, but was just waiting for the opportunity.It should have thought a long time ago, how could this man be an obedient marionette.

He Zihuan didn't need a systematic answer, so he squinted his eyes: I'm pretty sure the three targets didn't share memory, and they weren't time travelers.But if the three original owners and I are... Let's call it a "series" for now, then there should be a person in the real world who is the "projection" of the target.

The man's dark eyes were deep, and he thought to himself: Did this person plan the car accident?What does he want out of it?Does he know the system exists?Are you clear about the task?Or just trying to kill me?

The system couldn't utter a word, so He Zihuan twitched the corners of his mouth, knowing that it wouldn't answer, and said sarcastically: You'd better disappear quickly, you can reveal a lot of information without speaking.

The system disappeared without a trace in an instant.

He Zihuan's eyes were complicated and hard to see through, and his expression was cold.He completed the task with heart, which does not mean accepting this unfair forced transaction.He doesn't like being kept in the dark, doesn't like being used, and even less like being threatened with his life.

He Zihuan closed his eyes and searched in his mind again. Faces flashed by. None of them overlapped with Su Yanlin, An Rui, and Lu Zhou. None of them had a similar character, habit, or expression. He was sure he had never seen this person in reality.

He Zihuan sneered, he was completely taken aback by someone he had never met.

He turned to stare at the sleeping Lu Zhou, who was leaning towards him with a peaceful sleeping face and a smile on his lips.

What exactly do you want?

Are you happy?Even if everything is well planned?

love?Even if he's just acting?

At this time, Lu Zhou's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he opened his eyes in a daze, his pupils focused on He Zihuan's gaze.The coldness in the man's eyes disappeared in an instant, and there was no sign of it.

Lu Zhou frowned slightly, propped himself up on the bed, "Sir?"

He Zihuan pulled out a faint smile, stood in front of the window and looked at Lu Zhou without saying a word.

Lu Zhou felt indifference from his body, got out of bed and walked in front of the man, carefully asked: "What's wrong, sir?"

He Zihuan said casually, "It's nothing, I was thinking about something."

Lu Zhou pursed his lips, his eyes were worried, he opened his mouth a few times, and finally only smiled, his bright eyes met the other party's gaze, and he said firmly, "I may not be able to help you, sir, but as long as you need me, I will Always by your side."

He Zihuan's eyes flashed, "Forever?"

Lu Zhou nodded heavily, and the deep affection in his eyes made it impossible to doubt his words.He Zihuan smiled and opened his arms. Lu Zhou leaned into his arms and wrapped his arms around the man's waist, trying to give him as much warmth as he could.

He Zihuan hugged Lu Zhou back and kissed his forehead with an unclear expression.

Since you want to play, I will continue to play with you. I want to see what kind of medicine is sold in this gourd.

[The author has something to say]: Thank you, Su Mo, for your reward~ Meme~