After being hit in the face by the system, I swapped bodies with Zhongli

Chapter 112 is Zhongli, not Geo King.

But no matter how surprised they were, even though the conversation over there was not deliberately suppressed, the sound still drifted faintly to their ears.

But they did not rashly interrupt them or go up to listen to their conversation.

After all, those soldiers and policemen are different from these idle and idle ordinary people.

Now we are actually in the stage of performing official duties, working, and discussing important matters.

The soldiers and police they saw had serious expressions, unlike in the past when they were casually chatting with them about daily life.

Of course not. He didn't even have the slightest sense of propriety and just walked up to disturb them.

Although the other party might not mind too much if they interrupted the conversation at this moment, they still remained quiet and waited for the other party's meeting to end.

I want to know from the soldiers and police whether they have brought a way to get them out this time, and whether they can successfully get them out of this dark and terrifying place.

This place feels too eerie. It always looks gloomy no matter day or night.

Having not seen the sun for such a long time, they felt like they were going to get suffocated and moldy in this dark place.

While waiting, a group of people surrounded the new little boy and took turns playing with him.

He asked the child all kinds of questions, hitting him here and there.

The answers of this clever little fellow were different from those of adults, whose thinking had already been fixed in a certain way. They were also colorful and had their own characteristics.

It's so funny that you can't help but laugh.

Of course, I wasn't laughing out of malice, but because I thought the childish talk was very cute and interesting.

And when someone accidentally mentioned that they had been here for quite some time and didn't know how long it would take to get out.

The little boy, with his hands on his hips and his neck held high, looked like a proud little rooster. He said in a very confident tone: "Zhongli is here, he will be able to send us all home soon!"

As soon as these words were spoken, many people's attention was directly directed to the figure who was sitting with the soldiers and police, holding a tablet-like device and watching something.

I have to say that the other person's manners and the temperament he displays are quite good.

Even while sitting in this dilapidated cafeteria, on those ordinary-looking tables and chairs, his posture appeared very straight, just like an unshakable mountain.

His gestures were both elegant and dignified. He looked like a noble young man from a wealthy family, sitting in such an ordinary, run-down, and even somewhat shabby place.

They all make the humble place shine.

And as if he had noticed the gaze coming towards him, that person slightly tilted his head and raised his eyes, looking over with those sharp golden eyes like molten gold at sunset, and his gaze met theirs.

But it only took a moment, and everyone immediately withdrew their prying eyes. Inexplicably, they felt a sense of guilt as if they had been caught.

I couldn't help but shift my gaze to the little boy who was talking, pretending nothing had happened.

Children always tend to confuse reality with imagination, and children of this age often cannot tell what is fake and what is real.

There are even many people who, when they were young, saw scenes of death in TV dramas and even believed that someone really died.

Only later did I realize that it was just a performance.

So a young woman with a ponytail and dog-bitten bangs raised her hand and touched the little boy's head, which looked like it would feel very good.

He said with a smile: "Although the character played by the other party is called Zhongli, his real name may not be Zhongli!"

The little boy dodged the woman's hand, looking a little annoyed: "I didn't say anything nonsense! He told me himself, his name is Zhongli!"

But after saying this, he put on a serious face and added, "It's Zhongli! Not the Rock King!"

The little boy's series of reactions, expressions and actions made everyone laugh again.

Unlike the scene of laughter and joy over there, the atmosphere among the soldiers and police was much more serious.

He handed the terminal that contained the relevant information to the handsome man who called himself Zhongli, who was sitting opposite him.

The policeman, who was also wearing a white uniform, saw the other party put down the terminal in his hand, and then looked up at him.

A pair of gilded eyes, bright, clear and sharp, as if they can see through people's hearts.

And then, the low, melodious voice, like the sound of a guqin string being plucked, also reached their ears.

The man asked in a low and gentle voice: "Is that all?"