Chapter 1895

Lin Sanjiu knew in his heart that there was still a long way to go from killing the hotel without killing himself to agreeing to save my master - especially when there might be conflicts with other copies.

"Is there another low-level creature here? Two in all?"

After getting familiar with her, the killing hotel was not afraid to offend her. It simply said what it thought. At this time, it looked surprised: "how on earth did you get in? Although you are low-level, your ability to run around is very high."

Lin Sanjiu suffered from the refining of the puppet master. He didn't care about this. He sighed: "we were originally involved in a copy... My friend, that person, has a bad temper and offended it. We should have been thrown in by that copy."

"Isn't your friend also a person? What can you do with a copy? As for throwing it here?" The killing Hotel shook its head as if it disapproved of the behavior of its peers. "It's nonsense. This shouldn't be the way for the copy to take out the anger of human beings... Which copy is it?"

"Confuse the great palace."

As soon as these five words came out, Lin Sanjiu could feel them, and the expression of the killing Hotel changed slightly. He straightened up and looked serious. It could not be said that he was taboo, unhappy, or respectful.

"It was him." The killing Hotel whispered. After a pause, he snorted again in a low voice.

"What's the matter?"

"Among the copies, he is very famous. It's just that he is very strong, in your words."

The killing Hotel waved his hand and said, "but this' strong 'is based on imitating and copying other copies... For copies of non-human origin, it's not a thing. But for copies of human origin, we feel a little complicated about him. Even if we become copies, we also feel that this is our unique identity, and it's always uncomfortable to be copied by him."

... I didn't expect that copies can be so human.

After learning that it was the dazhongdian who threw them in, the killing Hotel became more interested in the puppet master and asked a few questions; Lin Sanjiu quickly seized the opportunity to try to persuade him to agree, but she was so dry mouthed that she didn't give less than her empty promise, but the killing hotel still shook its head.

"You don't understand," he said. "If there is a collision between our copies, it is quite troublesome."

Lin Sanjiu almost couldn't help himself. She didn't know what to do or how to do it - she knew to bypass the motel in front of her, which was where the Puppeteer was, but she had to force herself to stand still all the time; This is becoming more and more difficult.

"Are you in a hurry? Can't you just hand it in again?" The killing hotel did see it, although it was not pleasant to hear. "You should know that our noumenon is still in the Karl Museum. It's just a... Er, a layer of dimensional space built with our energy. Have you ever used space objects? Yes, just like that."

As he spoke, he seemed to feel uncomfortable standing, so he simply stamped his feet - he obviously didn't think much, and without worry, his legs suddenly disappeared; Instead, there is a hotel single bed that grows out of the hip bone and extends back.

It was like becoming a human horse, but the horse body was changed into a bed.

Lin Sanjiu looked at him in a daze.

The killing Hotel, which was suddenly a little shorter, didn't seem to think that this scene would be too strange for human beings, and continued to speak: "once there is a conflict between us, it will affect the part of the space formed by our energy and affect the stability of the whole space.

"What's more, this is just our 'role'. If there is a conflict, what's the use of dealing with other people's' roles'? They just lose a little energy. Just send another 'role' down, and then the conflict will be endless. Who is willing to do such a thing that has only disadvantages but no benefits?"

"Don't the copies here never start?" Lin Sanjiu was so anxious that he was almost on fire. If the copy refuses to help, then no matter how low or powerless, she will also start.

"There have been..." the killing Hotel shook its head and said, "but as you said, your friend has been trapped in the lake. If I go down to fish, the scene will be very ugly. Maybe I can fish him up, and he can trap me. Then between the two 'characters', there will be a situation of mutual squeezing and mutual devouring..."

"He... He should not be a 'role'." Lin Sanjiu said in despair, "the copy of the lake tour that fell down should be the copy itself."

"That's even worse!" The killing hotel opened its eyes wide, "but how can he move? Has he found a way to move freely?"

Lin Sanjiu was stunned, briefly explained a few words, and asked, "don't you see it?"

The killing Hotel vacated its body and stood like a person again.

In addition to being disappointed, he seemed to be a little distressed.

"It's difficult to explain clearly in human words... Let's use online games for analogy. We're not here, so our perception of this dimensional space is indirect, and we see and hear it through 'roles'. As long as the other party probably looks like a copy, with the characteristics or flavor of the copy, it's actually difficult for us to distinguish whether you are the copy itself or the person who carries a part of the copy."

Hearing this, Lin Sanjiu couldn't help looking down at the line on his arm.

Why "meeting an old friend in another country" can make other copies misunderstand her identity, she finally has the answer.

Indeed... When the killing hotel found her identity, it was not because the line on her arm was not enough "copy", but because she knew nothing about the symposium.

When she asked "when did the symposium begin", the killing Hotel yawned and became suspicious. At that time, he may not be sure, so he just said vaguely, "the symposium is a long time, and he is not afraid of being absent for a while."——

wait.

Lin San's wine stirred his spirit and raised his eyes.

"When you doubted my identity, you didn't directly answer me when the symposium started. Instead, you said, 'I'm not afraid of being absent for a while', because the symposium has been going on all the time, and there is no starting time at all, but I don't know. This is my foot."

She strode around the motel, waved her hand to the "town" in the distance, and said, "in addition to communicating in language, there is another way of communication that human beings cannot detect, right? When you gather together and communicate in this way, it is actually a 'Symposium', right?"

"Yes, we can communicate with multiple copies at the same time." The killing Hotel nodded and suddenly complained, "don't let me explain..."

"No, no," Lin Sanjiu became excited. "I know this is enough. I have a way to save my friend! I just need you to help me with a risk-free favor."

Shit, I can't find my airplads... If I lose them, I'll cry the earth out