Time Traveler Help Hotline

The third person seeking help was an official who was on a mission abroad.

The other party identified himself as "A," and judging from his tone, he was clearly already familiar with the Sanchuan Tailor Shop and the Dangerous Radio Station.

A happily expressed that he never expected he would actually have the opportunity to see the program content in person.

"When your program popped up on my phone just now, I thought I had contracted some new virus. I asked my colleagues and found out it was your program."

A's voice carried a hint of curiosity, and nearby, other colleagues were asking if they had connected.

"I didn't expect that they would actually get in."

Then his tone changed, revealing a hint of doubt:

"But that's strange...aren't they supposed to only be able to receive your signal if they're in danger?"

"But everything is peaceful here, so what danger could there be?"

Ji Mo, who was originally preparing to go out, held his standard longsword. The teleportation portal was right next to him, and he was caught in a dilemma: whether to go or not.

In theory, the equipment should never have any problems.

Or is it that A and the other executors are deluded and unaware of it?

Jiu Chonglou, who had been using the title of supervisor but was actually playing games, freed one hand and did some quick calculations: "The enemy tank is using a Mi K90, his ID number is 44*********, he is male, lives in xx street, xx district, xx city, xx province, his political affiliation is 'non-Party member,' and his bank card password is..."

She paused mid-sentence, as if remembering something, and looked up at Chen Zhuzhu: "Oh, you're not asking me to open the boxes from my game opponent? You mean the boxes from the person asking for help?"

Although Jiu Chonglou herself wasn't in the program's frame, her voice was mixed in. Fortunately, she still had some conscience and used magic to mute some keywords, but those who could hear the mute parts wouldn't doubt the program's authenticity.

"...You didn't turn on your teammates' microphones, did you?" Ji Mo put a hand to his forehead.

"No, no, why would I need to open a box to curse someone? Opening a box would just prove I'm furious." Jiu Chonglou exclaimed, and before he could reply to Ji Mo, he was surrounded and beaten by the righteous forces. Looking at the resurrection countdown screen, he was truly annoyed.

The game is unplayable, so I can only open boxes... no, I mean, I'm divining the fortunes of those seeking help.

Just as Jiu Chonglou was about to do another calculation, A quickly hung up the phone, as if avoiding a raging flood or a ferocious beast. Cutting off the call meant cutting off the cause and effect of being approached.

Jiu Chonglou chuckled coldly, "Heh, will it work?"

She closed her eyes, her fingers moving rapidly as she calculated and muttered incantations, exuding an air of charlatanism.

A moment later, Jiu Chonglou opened his eyes again, exhaled a breath of stale air, and confirmed: "The equipment's search range is correct; he is indeed in danger."

"But the danger we encounter isn't a real danger, it's a danger in our love life."

"The girl he's pursuing is his soulmate, but she's currently being robbed at a bank, a death omen looming large."

Ji Mo listened, glancing at the helpline number, remaining silent.

Jiu Chonglou seemed to have taken an interest as well. His resurrection cooldown had long since ended, and he ignored his teammates' scolding as he continued to count on his fingers: "Ah, you're still watching the show even after hanging up the phone? The official side's superhumans have been mobilized."

"Yes, the Death Star is gone, but... his emotional path will be filled with some unnecessary obstacles."

Jiuchonglou stopped, clearly indicating that there was no need to calculate the remaining items.

Ji Mo stared at the unyielding teleportation portal, feeling a headache coming on: "So, do I still have to go?"

"No need. After hearing my 'unnecessary setbacks,' that guy probably won't want to see any good-looking men for a while."

Ji Mo was puzzled until an hour later, when Jiu Chonglou sent a breaking news message.

"A bank robbery occurred today, with the robbers taking several hostages. A rescue worker volunteered to exchange himself for a hostage. His fearless act ultimately moved the robbers, causing them to abandon their crimes and release everyone. No injuries were reported."

The news photo shows a handsome man being interviewed, and many casual fans have already appeared in the comments section.

"Oh right, that's an ability related to charm," Jiu Chonglou added mercilessly.

Ji Mo hesitated, wanting to speak but then stopping, going back and forth, finally choosing to light a candle for the other person in his heart.

Perhaps because she was a girl, Chen Zhuzhu was more sensitive to the topic of love. After pressing the loop button, she asked curiously, "What should we do if Miss Jiu isn't here, and another dangerous person comes seeking help?"

"What to do? Just deal with it."

Being destined for each other simply means you're a perfect match, with a very high compatibility. It doesn't mean you'll definitely meet. Sometimes, strangers you pass by, suddenly want to talk to but then give up, are actually your destined partners.

Moreover, to be able to watch the program, both parties must be from the mortal realm.

They set up all sorts of demanding preconditions, yet no one realized the danger. What else can you say but that they were destined to be apart?

"Ah, I was born before you were born, and you were born after I was dead..." Jiu Chonglou paused, feeling melancholy. "There is no greater fate than this, and it is also the most common situation in the extraordinary world."

Even though Chen Zhuzhu knew that Jiu Chonglou was right, she still found it hard to accept the result and secretly decided to add another divination course when she got back.

These days, Chen Zhuzhu has been diligently cultivating, and she has finally added a few more skills to her skill list. She is so diligent that even her own mother is wondering why this child, who is usually most afraid of hardship, is not considering quitting her twelve-hour workday.

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The fourth person seeking help...

The seventh person seeking help...

The tenth person seeking help...

In just half a month, the program received ten calls for help, which, including weekends, averaged one call for help per day.

Half of these cases don't require the show's involvement at all, such as romance novels and genre A.

The remaining half of those seeking help were too capable, like Zhang Jun, who had made a name for themselves in the local world. Some of them lacked a way back, while others at least needed to confirm whether they were from the mortal realm.

Either Chen Zhuzhu answers the questions online, or Ji Mo leads them into the customs office, and the problem is solved.

Overall, it was a very relaxing two weeks, witnessing both danger and the diverse reasons for crossing the barriers.

"The KD ratio has been driven down." Jiu Chonglou was speechless as he looked at the performance report. "Up to the third world, the world average KD was close to 50, but now it has fallen to less than 5.0."

Ji Mo sighed, feeling that Jiu Chonglou hadn't given up on the idea of ​​being a "transmigrator killer": "Don't talk like we're some kind of terrorist organization with performance targets."

Jiu Chonglou clicked his tongue in disappointment, looked around, and felt that the atmosphere wasn't very positive.

That makes sense, the hotline has been ringing non-stop these past few days, and Ji Mo has been on standby the whole time.

Meanwhile, Yu Tianding has been dealing with the official extradition list, while Chen Zhuzhu is the host, and most of the time she can't slack off.

"After today's program, everyone will have a month-long vacation," Jiu Chonglou suddenly announced. "Paid vacation."

Everyone's eyes lit up.

"But what about the show?" Chen Zhuzhu was overjoyed but also a little worried.

"Our program only accepts those who are destined to travel through time. If you insist on traveling during your monthly holiday and still come knocking on our door, then I can only say that if the King of Hell wants you dead, the program can't keep you either."

Jiu Chonglou paused, shook the performance report in his hand, and said with obvious disdain, "And it's quite obvious that there are more people crowding the hotline lately."