"Is it there, system?" This is the first sentence that Song Yingsheng said in his mind after seeing the news.

[Yes, for you, I will always be there. The system did not make a weird, emotionless mechanical sound as before, but instead used a feminine, coquettish-like voice, which made Song Yingsheng can't help but have goosebumps.

"Can you not talk like that, unlike you." Song Yingsheng couldn't help but complain.

[What, why can't the system talk like that?] Do you think the system has to be cold and silent? Shaking and cold, when will the system stand up! 】

"Then you also use a more normal female voice, you like this, I feel that only green tea can use it." Song Yingsheng was speechless for a few words, "Otherwise, it's better to use your mechanical voice back than now." ”

[Then it will be as you wish.] The system changed the voice to a mechanical voice again, [May I ask dear Song Yingsheng sama, what are your instructions? 】

"I want to ask," Song Yingsheng automatically ignored the system's funny, "The incident mentioned in the news, is it the player who made it again?" ”

[This doesn't tell you very well. 】

"I can't tell a ghost, my country's gun ban is so serious, but there can be two cases in a row where someone gets a firearm, it can't be your reason."

"Also, that young man actually blocked the bullet with a katana, it's just outrageous, without your intervention, I absolutely don't believe it." Song Yingsheng used an extremely fast speed of speech, and the system couldn't talk about him left and right.

[Well, that's true.] The system commended Song Yingsheng, [So what do you want to say?] 】

"I want to say, you can't review the props given by your system, isn't that person a bad person?" Song Yingsheng was a little worried, "I'm mainly afraid that if it spreads like this, if someone obtains any weapons of mass destruction, our human society will be finished." ”

[Then you good people are needed to stop them.] The system let out a mechanical laugh: "As long as you can stifle the conspiracy of other players in the beginning, like the banking incident, wouldn't it? 】

“...... I'm not a police officer, so I could have stopped them all. Song Yingsheng was a little speechless.

[That system is just a reward, a crime that knows a fart, isn't it you players who really decide everything? ] The system is not helpful Song Yingsheng's meaning:

[Even if you players make a big incident, it is your decision, and the system will at most erase your amnestics after you fail, but before that, the system will not do anything.] 】

"You ......" Song Yingsheng wanted to refute a few words, but felt that he had nothing to condemn.

After all, in the end, the system doesn't know what kind of product it is, you want something that is not necessarily human, to understand the human mind, it is really a bit difficult to force people, no, it is difficult to strengthen the system, maybe it doesn't think there is anything wrong with it at all, it just feels fun.

Then, thinking along this line of thought, Song Yingsheng also understands what the system wants: "So you mean, do you want to stop the player, or do you want to look at the player?" ”

【Bingo！ It's really not a loss, it's Ying Sheng Sama. 】

"Don't be so two-dimensional." Song Yingsheng, who is a member of the second dimension, said confidently, "But I think that if you want us to dispatch, you still have to give us information about the location of malicious players." ”

[No problem.] The system didn't hesitate and agreed directly, [As long as there are malicious players nearby who want to commit crimes, the system will tell you and let you stop it, which should be enough, right? 】

"It's enough....." Song Yingsheng can't ask too much, and if he can get such a promise, he can be regarded as achieving his goal.

The main reason why he asked for this was because he saw that this kind of incident could happen continuously, or in Xiguan City, where his parents lived, and Shengang City, where he and Yun Hu'an lived, which made him worry about whether the people he valued would be hurt because of this.

Now, with his own little ability, it should still be possible to stop small crimes, right? Of course, his essence is still afraid of death, and he can only see when he can get the protective shield in Bi Xing's sci-fi copy, so that his life can be guaranteed accordingly.

Thinking of this, he hurriedly picked up his mobile phone, opened QQ, clicked on Bi Xing's avatar, and asked him when he would be free.

As a result, Bi Xing actually said that he would not be free until the 8th, which was a little speechless, because the 8th was the day he took Yun Hu'an back to Xiguan, and he could only be a little tired, so he went to finish the copy first, and then ran around.

However, in his mind, this copy shouldn't be difficult, anyway, Bi Xing has passed the customs perfectly, as long as he gives a hint, can't he still clear the customs? That's three chances, and you're sure you'll be able to clear it without a hitch.

With such an optimistic mind, he put down his phone and exhaled softly, perhaps, since August 1, his life has been a little different.

He looked at Yun Hu'an's bedroom, heard some sounds from the girl, and walked into it, obviously she had woken up, and was looking at Song Yingsheng in front of him with sleepy eyes.

"Is it better?" Song Yingsheng touched her forehead and noticed that there was no sign of fever on it.

"It's much better...... Yun Hu'an didn't take Song Yingsheng's big hand away, "But I'm a little hungry." ”

"Then I'll cook for you." Song Yingsheng smiled, "Do you want to eat porridge?" ”

"Eat." The response was a simple word.

That Song Yingsheng naturally went all out and came to the Yun family's kitchen again, thinking about what kind of things to use in order to feed Yun Xiaohuan well.

"Can I use everything in the fridge?" Before doing so, he asked Yun Hu'an in the bedroom.

"Yes......" Yun Huo'an's answer was still so short, so Song Yingsheng started cooking with confidence.

As mentioned earlier, Song Yingsheng's cooking skills are not good, but if he wants to make a meal that is not unpalatable, it should be okay.

And the so-called porridge, to cook well, pay attention to the control of the heat, although Song Yingsheng doesn't understand it very well, but in his mind, as long as it is cooked, it shouldn't be unpalatable, right?

Even if it's unpalatable, it's just Yun Hu'an..... Ahem, do your best, do your best.

Thinking like this, he picked up the rice cooker, added a large number of processed ingredients such as water, salt, rice, and meat, and made a barely meat porridge after thirty minutes.

Then, with the addition of pepper, it was a good-looking meat porridge, which was held on the table.

Yun Xiaohuan walked out, sat on a small chair, blew the porcelain bowl gently, and began to taste the first bite.

"How?" Song Yingsheng was like a child looking forward to appreciation, and asked Yun Hu'an.

"I'll do it myself in the future." Yun Hu'an ruthlessly shattered Song Yingsheng's illusions.