For the evolutionists living in the karma Museum, the confused palace, located in the middle of the vast desert and able to confuse the routes of all flying objects, is a deserted place that has been ignored and retreated by the world.

It always stands quietly in the depths of the desert, and sometimes it will not be crossed by human eyes once in a few months. So when it suddenly buzzed, loosened the sand pile, and finally stirred up bursts of iron red sand between the sky and the earth, the karma Museum still wouldn't know that this copy, like an evolutor, had just escaped from a dangerous situation.

"Hoo!"

The old doorman breathed heavily and almost slid down from the chair. He sat down in a hurry and subconsciously covered his throat and shook his head hard. Then he remembered what it was like and slapped his forehead.

"Cough," he laughed self mockingly, sat alone in the deserted square and desert, and whispered, "I'm not the one who was caught by the neck... Is everything okay?"

Across most of the palace, across an unknown number of simulated copies, the copy creatures turned their heads towards the depths of the palace with this question: the stone statues in the Colossus courtyard, the apprentices in the old tailor's shop, the human figures depicted on a red brick wall... It seems that they are waiting for the reply from the depths of the palace.

"No... nothing."

From the darkness, a voice groaned.

The palace walls, floor tiles, gardens and dense net like rivers gradually calmed down from waves of shaking, and the confused palace returned to its original state; The replica creatures got the answer, turned their heads again, and waited in eternity for the next evolutor to come in.

A figure slowly got up, groped in the dark, and fell down in a high chair. He covered his neck and coughed a few times, and the wheezing calmed down, as if his throat had been seriously injured.

But when he was talking to himself, his voice sounded normal and seemed not to be affected much.

"Obviously, I'm just an evolutionist..." the man said, "I almost came out with me... Fortunately, it's not me."

He coughed again and waved, "turn on the light."

From the corner, one by one, the fire and candle light jumped up from the ground carved Candlestick, gradually illuminating this spacious room. The relief crawls along the corners, the top painting is covered with the ceiling, and thick wood and marble form the wall and ground; In the lacquered high chair under the red curtain, a figure was half bent and panting.

If Lin Sanjiu could see him at this moment, he would find that he was indeed not the incarnation of that copy like a clay ball.

This man has thick eyebrows and black hair, a square face, and a thick beard, which seems to work hard from his face and expand into the surrounding air - there is a large oil painting of Chinese characters on the wall of the room, on which is exactly the same face.

After a while, he raised his head, looked around the empty and spacious room, and sighed.

"Ask," he opened his mouth without raising his head, which was large enough to open a large dance room, and almost immediately swallowed his voice. "Did they attract that woman?"

He turned his head sideways and waited quietly for a few seconds, as if listening to an answer that only he could hear.

"... but the man in leather is not?" He asked, stirring up a little voice. "Of course not. I knew he came in with her for a long time. Don't find such evolutionists involved with others in the future!"

He seemed a little angry; With the last word of the drink, the whole room reverberated, slowly. In the echo that repeatedly hit the walls of the room and the palace, something seemed to "creak", and the man immediately waved his hand, and all the voices were silenced.

After listening for a while, he cruised around and glanced around again. Seeing that everything was the same, he sat back on the high seat again.

"The next batch of evolutors -"

His words just started, suddenly stopped again, raised his nose and smoked hard for a few times, as if he was smelling something in the air. After a few seconds, he smiled slowly, "there are guests."

"Come out," the man with thick beard stood up from the high seat, turned around and asked coldly, "who are you?"

A red curtain hanging from a golden canopy on the ceiling has been hanging on the ground, covering all three sides of the high seat. At this time, from the red curtain in the rear, the shape of a person's nose tip, chin and shoulder was faintly undulating and protruding.

"When did you come in?" The man was not in a hurry, but laughed. "It's great to come here. Congratulations, you finally arrived at the place of regret medicine."

The human figure moved, but never came out from behind the red curtain.

"Come out," the thick bearded man almost kindly advised, "are you an evolutionist who finally got to the depths? You can finish the copy of confused palace in a moment..."

Although his tone was excellent, his face was still tense, and his feet approached the red curtain step by step as quietly as possible.

"I don't know when to confuse the evolutionists in the palace again. I slept for a long time..." his tone unconsciously took on a kind of arrogant dignity, "you can meet me now!"

As soon as the voice fell, the red curtain was immediately rolled up by the invisible force, and was rolled into the air high; The man with thick beard was stunned when his eyes fell behind the curtain.

A white, hairless, blank figure raised his head at him - if it had eyes, the two were facing each other at the moment.

"You are..." the thick bearded man stepped back slowly, one step after another, squinting his eyes. "You are not..."

Almost at the same moment, the marble floor of the room suddenly shook, smashed into pieces by the impact, and splashed like a fountain from his heel; Before the man turned around, a wave like force rushed on his back, wrapped him with the force that even the copy creature could not stop, and hit him straight into the snow-white human shape in front of him, immediately bumping into each other.

"Humanism," a female voice clearly drank from the broken and chaos, "hold him steady for me!"

The snow-white man immediately opened his hands and tightly hugged the man with thick beard.

"Is it you?" The thick bearded man, who was wrapped in his arms and couldn't get rid of it for a moment, struggled so much that his face turned red, and his neck and eyes turned back hard, but because he was held too tightly, he couldn't see much: "no, impossible - how can you cross the replica space by yourself - how can this thing trap me -"

However, his surprise, anger and confusion were completely ignored by the people behind him at this time.

In fact, it seems that no one pays much attention to him now.

"Don't drag me," a gloomy male voice just said, and then the woman just shouted "ah" and protested, "you stepped on me!"

"Oh," the male voice said with panting and anger, "I'll polish my shoes when I get back."

"Why are you always angry," the woman named Lin Sanjiu didn't seem to see a copy of the eldest brother at all, just talking to her companion: "it's not that I almost exposed..."

"Let go of me!" The thick bearded man shouted, "I'm a replica creature, and I'm about to launch the last level!"

He seemed to attract the attention of the two people behind him, because they suddenly became quiet. After a few seconds, the woman coughed.

"Humanism?" She was very good-natured and asked, "you... How did you grow a beard?"

The title is only the first half sentence, and the second half sentence is "not Lin Sanjiu and the puppet master".

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