Chapter 182 The Era of National Players

Su Ji only remembered that Gu Li's house seemed not far from her own home, but she didn't know where it was exactly.

However, Gu Li did not directly answer Su Ji's words, but stuck out her tongue playfully: "Guess."

Su Ji was startled for a moment, but then she immediately responded: "Guess whether I can guess or not."

…

It's late at night and everything is silent.

Walking on the streets of Muhai City, the evening breeze blew slowly, and Su Ji felt a cool touch on the side of her face.

Both of them wrapped themselves up a little subconsciously.

——Autumn is already deep.

Autumn has always come late in the city of Muhai.

But this year, it seems to be significantly earlier than usual.

Although I haven’t been back to this city for many years.

But in Su Ji's impression, at this time in the past, even if it was a relatively cool night, walking on the street wearing a short vest would not feel any chill, and it would be just right.

Sure enough, we haven't seen each other for many years, and many things have changed unconsciously.

In this way, Su Ji and Gu Li were walking and chatting.

Until the two of them reached the intersection where they were separated, Su Ji didn't see Gu Li receive any phone calls.

Watching the girl's retreating figure, Su Ji sighed softly and walked towards her home.

Although I haven’t walked this road home for several years.

But every time his feet set foot on this familiar asphalt road, those dead memories would begin to attack him crazily.

Ten minutes later, Su Ji knocked on the door.

As expected, the moment the security door opened, Su Ji was greeted by two warm and enthusiastic bear hugs.

"It'll be good to come back, it'll be good to come back!"

In this situation, the two elders couldn't think of anything else to say, they just kept repeating this sentence.

Then, Su Ji smelled the aroma of hot food.

"Gulu~"

And Su Ji's stomach growled quite honestly.

Su Ji then remembered that she had not been able to have a decent meal until the end of her mission when she was reporting there.

The moment she smelled the familiar smell of pork ribs with black bean sauce and braised beef with tomatoes, Su Ji felt a little overwhelmed.

He recalled the battle that happened not long ago.

The endless dark night, the thick smell of blood, the piles of corpses on the ground, the sharp voice of Deadpool, the roars of monsters, Yuan Qing's last eyes and smile before he died...

Those dark and cruel scenes.

At this moment, the white mist rising from the hot food on the dining table formed an extremely sharp contrast.

Seeing this, Su Ji's nose became a little sore unconsciously...

Knew it……

Home is always the warmest and safest harbor.

But this premise is.

In this world, there are always a group of people who, in such a warm moment, in a dark place that no one knows, carry everything and move forward with a heavy load.

…

…

After finishing their late-night dinner, Su Ji chatted with her parents for a long time.

By the time I finished taking a shower and lay down on my soft bed, it was already two or three o'clock in the morning.

After tossing and turning for a while, Su Ji surprisingly didn't feel sleepy, so she simply sat up and turned on the computer.

Since I'm not sleepy yet, I might as well write the work report of [Operation Haiyun].

Turn on the computer and charge your mobile phone.

By the way, I opened the system panel with my mind.

After the panel lit up, Su Ji realized that she seemed to have missed a private message.

Gu Li sent it three hours ago.

——Gu Li: "I'm home."

A simple sentence.

It probably means saying hello or something like that.

Su Ji was stunned, good guy, I forgot to reply to the message...

No, it should be said that he didn't read the news at all. As soon as he got home, he was busy eating and chatting with his parents.

Moreover, we had just experienced a life and death crisis not long ago, who would still be in the mood to send private messages in the system...

"I should be asleep at this point..."

Su Ji typed a line of text in the chat box and was about to reply, but she thought of something again, mumbled and closed the chat box again.

"Weaver Girl."

After using the computer to finally connect to the Tianxuan system, Su Ji called out softly and summoned Weaver Girl.

"Hey, I'm here."

"How can I help you, Mr. Lonely Sardine?"

The figure of the girl in white materialized in mid-air again.

She still has that flawless face and fairy-like temperament.

Well, she really deserves to be the wife of the Paper Man...

"I'm going to write a mission report, help me prepare it." Su Ji said calmly.

"Okay, please wait a moment..."

On the Tianxuan system interface, the word "loading" immediately popped up.

Near the text, there is a circle of rectangular grid-shaped bright blocks that are rotating around the font.

After waiting quietly for about a minute, the new interface loaded.

On it, within the daily task list, there is indeed a little red dot that needs to be completed.

That is the mission report of [Operation Haiyun].

Drag the keyboard out from under the table and turn on the lamp switch on the table.

After organizing the language a little, Su Ji began to write the mission report.

From childhood to adulthood, Su Ji basically failed in her composition.

For the young, ignorant and ignorant Brother Ji, an essay of about 800 words can directly destroy his sanity and completely break his defense.

But after such a long period of practice, Su Ji has mastered how to write mission reports.

Nothing but familiarity...

The title and beginning were drawn up according to the standard template.

Then, truthfully and in detail, describe what he did in this [Operation Haiyun].

Although, he actually didn't make any great contributions.

We are all ordinary junior investigators. Besides obeying orders, what else can we do?

Maybe the only thing worth writing about is that I and Gu Li launched a sneak attack on Gan Jiang, and it was successful...

but……

Compared with Yuan Qing and those captains, what did he do?

them……

But he gave his life.

Su Ji sighed softly.

Under the desk lamp, Su Ji calmly finished writing the entire report.

And at the end of the content, I attached a sentence, thanking the captain, Yuan Qing.

It is said that in Tianxuanhui, for every team member who sacrifices his life for the cause of mankind, the organization will hold a decent funeral for them and provide pensions to their families.
To be continued...