The ambulance and police car worked efficiently.
With the howling wind, the ambulance left the scene first.
It took away Chen Ming, Li Naer, and the twenty centimeters.
But due to time constraints, the three would likely not become two.
The police were left behind at the scene to investigate evidence.
Naturally, the first to be questioned were the two who called the police.
After investigating motives, bloodstains, fingerprints, and more,
the two who called the police were quickly cleared of suspicion, and the case sunk into heavy fog.
The snow white ceiling, snow white walls. The quilt like snow, the world like snow.
When Chen Ming woke up, the first thing that entered his eyes was a stretch of white.
His first reaction wasn't anything else.
He directly reached out to the originally fiery but now icy place.
He didn't even notice the IV drip on the back of his hand.
"Ah"
A shrill cry echoed above the hospital.
The huge shout immediately brought over a passing doctor.
"Quiet, no loud noises allowed in the hospital."
"Doctor, where's my root?"
Even though it couldn't be put back now.
Chen Ming still had no plans to abandon it.
Just like people who lived in big houses longing for treasures thousands of years ago.
"Root? Licorice root? No random medicine allowed in the hospital."
The passing doctor was clearly not Chen Ming's primary doctor.
"Cough cough, go about your business first."
Chen Ming's primary doctor finally rushed over in a hurry.
The passing doctor left puzzled.
Chen Ming's primary doctor didn't explain much.
Some things were better left unsaid in front of patients.
It wasn't good to expose a patient's privacy in front of them.
As for later?
That was precious academic exchange.
Invasion of privacy?
That didn't exist.
Chen Ming watched the passing doctor leave, and impatiently asked, "Where's my root?"
"Doctor you must save me, I have money, I have a lot of money."
The doctor treating Chen Ming was also an old doctor.
After all, such a strange injury, ordinary people wouldn't dare touch.
The old doctor who had experienced many years of medical practice was not surprised by the patient's situation.
Who didn't want money?
But it wasn't good to try to earn money beyond one's capabilities.
The primary doctor didn't want to stimulate Chen Ming, he could only euphemistically say, "Your body is fine, you'll recover after not too long."
"Ten million, I'll give you ten million, no, a billion, however much money you want."
Money, Chen Ming didn't care.
He could have as much as he wanted.
He only cared if he could get cured or not.
Even now, he still had fantasies.
He still had the system, the omnipotent system, it must be able to reattach it for him.
That bottle of medicine to increase physical attributes was the best proof.
Unfortunately, his beautiful dream was ruthlessly shattered by the doctor's next words.
"I'm very sorry, when we arrived at the scene, your treasure had already been destroyed very thoroughly. Even if we did our utmost, we were unable to fix it."
Although the hospital had collected all the limbs, upon careful inspection at the hospital, it was found to have been beaten to a pulp.
"It doesn't matter, bring it to me."
Chen Ming still hadn't given up.
Even if it was tattered, it was still his most precious thing.
Soon, a blood red clump was brought over.
Chen Ming carefully cradled it.
And asked in his heart: "System, can it still be saved?"
[Cannot]
The system had already drifted apart from this host.
Forget about not being able to save it originally. Even if it could, it wouldn't lend a hand.
It had already started looking for the next host.
Hopefully it wouldn't run into such a lame host again.
That was the system's biggest wish right now.
In another sickroom, Li Naer was equally desperate.
"Doctor, can my face still be restored?"
Her innate beauty and figure were her greatest reliance.
If she lost these, she would have nothing.
Without Chen Ming there could be another top ranker suitor.
But without her looks, Chen Ming wouldn't want her either.
The doctor looked at the checkup report and lightly shook his head, "I have a friend who works in cosmetic surgery, his skills are first-rate. If needed, I can give you his contact information."
"Yes, please."
Li Naer was unwilling to give up any possibility of restoring her beauty.
After the doctor left, she eagerly contacted them right away.
She had to recover before seeing Chen Ming again.
Before then, she didn't want to see anyone.
On the other end, the despairing Chen Ming opened Shark Platform again.
By now, he was utterly disheartened.
But money could save everything.
As long as he had money, he could do many, many things.
Sometimes, gender could be less set in stone.
The Chen Ming who had lost dignity had already secretly started to change his views.
"Ding."
It wasn't the system's notification chime.
His phone suddenly popped up an account suspension notice.
[Sorry, your account has been suspended for suspected violations]
Chen Ming hurriedly called his own customer service line.
But no matter what he said, the other party only replied "suspected violations".
On the other hand, Shark Platform had also started preparing all kinds of materials.
The main proof was the discrepancy in the company accounts.
Soon, Shark's official Weibo pinned a message.
"After careful verification by our technicians, the account Drunken Eyes Seeing Peaches has been carefully checked. It was preliminarily determined to have charged in billions of funds that did not enter our company accounts, and is suspected of using third party software. Evidence has been transferred to the legal department. During this time, all gifts it gave are void."
"Also, due to Drunken Eyes Seeing Peaches' malicious provocations that caused extremely bad influence on some users, we are now announcing that the gifts it brushed out for certain reasons will be refunded in full."
Shark company went on and on.
To sum it up in four words:
External hacking to charge money.
Soon it became a hot search on Weibo, arousing the intense discussion of netizens.
Some said it was the livestreaming platform's problem, broadcasters shouldn't take the fall.
Some said external hacking disrupted balance.
Still others brought up various opinions from a legal perspective.
Only one thing was clear - Chen Ming's actions were wrong.
Upon seeing the official Weibo, Chen Ming was shocked.
He hurriedly asked the system.
But no matter how he yelled, the system did not react.
From the moment he was banned, the resonance between him and the system had already dropped to 30%.
Besides, the money the system gave originally had problems.
This money didn't originally belong in this world.
For the system, the account balance of Shark Company was just a number issue.
Even the balance in the banks was just a string of digits.
It didn't create value, it just hacked the database like a hacker.
Originally it had the ability to make people ignore all abnormalities.
But when these abnormalities explicitly appeared before people's eyes.
Even the system couldn't erase the influence it caused.
The system now only had one thought.
Destroy it.
Hurry.
I'm tired.
Explosive Plot Song Gua crossed over into another world, bringing along a whole crew of his doppelgangers—all of them mischief-makers. This was a world where everyone could choose a class. Song Gua became a "Bondweaver," capable of borrowing power, while his doppelgangers took on a wide variety of classes, covering just about everything. The number of doppelgangers grew day by day, each one a talented individual with a charming way of speaking. Under Song Gua's brilliant leadership, they would "greet" each other daily and engage in friendly "sparring," pulling off one major scheme after another on Earth. Sometimes they were bandits—stealing bosses, plundering mines, snatching resources. Sometimes they were saviors—descending like divine warriors to face world bosses threatening to massacre cities. Sometimes they even went undercover, infiltrating various major factions to stir up trouble from within, keeping their enemies constantly on edge. To prevent their doppelganger abilities from being exposed, Song Gua made them wear masks with mahjong tile patterns and don Taoist robes in various colors. "Remember, in front of outsiders, call me 'The Dice.'" "Got it! Boss!" "Not 'Boss'—it's 'The Dice.' Think about the vibe, pay attention to the vibe." "Yes! Boss!" "For crying out loud..." From then on, whenever they appeared, they would have their own theme song playing: ~Hey~ paying respects at the mountain stronghold at night~ whose arm is draped over whose shoulder~ gather your courage and follow along...
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
o a martial world and obtained a system that allowed him to draw one entry per year. Unfortunately, all he drew were useless white-tier entries. The probability for high-quality entries was extremely low, with the highest-tier mythic entry having a mere 0.001% chance! To increase the probability, he had to improve his martial realm, but he lacked the innate talent for cultivation. At the age of eighteen, Chen Yi fell into the hands of a gang and was forced into hard labor. Just as his life seemed destined for a bleak end, on his 18th entry draw, he actually pulled a mythic entry—Simulator! In the simulation, he could also draw one entry every year that passed, and upon ending the simulation, he would inherit all entries and his martial realm! In his first simulation, Chen Yi struggled desperately just to survive, knowing that living one more year meant one more entry draw! Finally, with hair turned white, he drew the entry he had longed for—Low-Grade Innate Talent! "Hahaha! Don't bully the old and poor! Time to cultivate and inherit my cultivation base!" ... From then on, Chen Yi continuously simulated and drew entries, his martial realm soaring higher and higher! Epic, legendary, and even mythic entries were gathered into his collection one after another! "What demon race or devil race? What dark turmoil? I don't know anything about that. They just charged at me screaming 'How can you possibly ascend to immortality?!' and got stuck to my fists, unable to be shaken off. Blind spots, speed bumps... go talk to my simulator. We're all struggling to survive out here. I'm trying so hard, so how are they still alive?"
