Chapter 1891

Lin Sanjiu stretched out his hand and pulled his head down to make sure he had only one chin to see light.

The only good thing about this weird town is that it's weird. If someone uses a sheet to wrap himself up and walks on the road in another place, it will certainly attract a lot of eyes and suspicion; At the moment, the calves coming and going from her eyes did not stop, as if no one had paid more attention to her.

Lin Sanjiu smiled bitterly.

Unexpectedly, she would rather try to call out a sheet dozens of times than take out special items - not only because special items may not work in this place, but more importantly, how can a copy use special items?

Fortunately, evolution ability and special objects are either passivated or asleep... Otherwise, when she acts in a confused and ignorant time, she will immediately become the target of public criticism, right?

Although I don't know exactly what happened, Lin Sanjiu has confirmed that everyone walking in front of me is essentially a copy.

Funny to say, before this conjecture appeared, she seemed to bump between various mysteries like a headless fly; Once there is a guess, it is particularly simple to prove it.

"Have you dealt with many evolutionists recently?"

When Lin Sanjiu followed the truck driver into the town, he asked as if nothing had happened. In fact, his stomach was almost nervous. She deliberately asked very vague, after all, the other party is a copy of this matter, it really makes people how to think, how difficult to buy. "What is the probability of their successful completion...?"

"I've been quite idle recently."

The truck driver said, sighing - he didn't hear Lin Sanjiu's heartbeat pounding desperately in his chest. It's really a miracle.

He continued: "I doubt which evolutionist put the news about me in the '100000 world circulation dream'. Now people in my area seem to be alert. As soon as they see a truck on the road from a distance, they immediately bypass the circle."

Lin Sanjiu forced himself to breathe in slowly and exhale slowly, pressing every muscle in his body that wanted to vibrate.

The amount of information in this sentence is much more than it seems - he is indeed a copy; But if the replica site is the truck, what about him? Is it a replica creature or a replica host?

No matter which one it is, it is obvious that these "Deputy self" have broken the rules, and can not only leave the copy, but also take their copy with them: the truck driver drives the truck, and the red T-shirt takes his motel.

"The scope I can cover is the four or five streets. Once they bypass those streets, I can't help it. I can only drive on the streets again and again, hoping to meet a few unlucky people who didn't hear the news."

"I'm different from those who enjoy hunting..." the truck driver frowned and suddenly asked, "you say, why do we have to be driven by this instinct to swallow as many evolutors as possible?"

Can copies also produce such self-awareness and self-examination? Is it because he doesn't want to?

Lin Sanjiu was speechless for a moment, so he had to sigh to muddle through.

"How are you?" After a few seconds of silence, the truck driver asked, "your type is relatively rare."

Coming, Lin Sanjiu quietly wiped the sweat on his coat.

"I envy you," she said with a cough after her throat dried up under tension. "I can't take the initiative to search for evolutionists... I can only put a few lines out when the time comes, and who I meet is who. As for what happened to those people later, I don't know whether the old friends they met were friends or enemies."

She thought over and over again and thought that the copy of [meeting an old friend in another country] should be such a running program; If it's wrong, if there's anything she doesn't know——

"It's the same torture as me." The truck driver nodded, "even if there is no one around, you have to keep trying..."

Pass!

Lin Sanjiu breathed out silently, and the lingering palpitations of trembling millet could still be felt on his skin.

Sure enough, thanks to the line of the copy of [meeting an old friend in a foreign land] on his arm, the people here -- no, the Deputy here, all took her as a copy.

No wonder they all fell down together. Everyone was very friendly to her, but the Puppeteer became a cage bird; No wonder the red T-shirt thinks that she has the ability to "find people as soon as she finds them".

But this shows that the copy of [meeting an old friend in another country] is not here? Not every copy can come to this place?

Although Lin Sanjiu still has countless problems in her heart, she knows that she can't spend too long with truck drivers.

Fear of leaking is only one aspect; On the other hand, although she tried to cover her face with a long coat, the red T-shirt now knows that she has a problem and will certainly not ignore her. If his warning is spreading in the town, she must get away before it touches the truck driver.

Between the copies, it is very friendly; Lin Sanjiu casually made an excuse, and the truck driver nodded at her and invited her to visit him next time - "we all need to find evolutionists, maybe we can work together?"

Lin Sanjiu didn't know what he answered.

After she wrapped herself in a sheet, she found that her back was wet with sweat under this thin and fragile sense of security.

Can't delay... We must find the puppet master as soon as possible and go out as soon as possible.

The copy of this place doesn't seem to be inspired, but more like the "shell" of the real copy - otherwise, she can't get out of the yard of the carp pond or the grove - but the more peaceful it is on the surface, the more unstable she is in her heart.

This kind of peace is completely unreasonable.

Normally, Lin Sanjiu had been exposed, but she walked around the town for most of the time, and there was no "search team" in her imagination - it was like a red T-shirt that didn't say a word and hid her whereabouts for her. Why?

Without time to think out a result, she suddenly stopped on an empty land outside the town.

Lin Sanjiu slowly opened the sheet and looked into the distance without blinking.

Her guess was right... She finally found it.

In the distance, a pale giant seemed to be swollen and unrecognized. At first glance, there was a gray and shabby white swan swimming ring stuck at his waist. The swimming circle looks too small, and is deeply immersed in swollen, snow-white, vesicular skin; Only those who have personally walked through the copy of the lake can see that it is a cruise ship with an empty bottom and a reduced size.

Beside him was a dark figure floating in the thick green lake.

I'm too sleepy. I'm finished at last. Goodbye, friend