Help, I've become a paper man

The two men's eyes met. Song Yi had personal emotions on his mind, and now with new and old grudges piled up, his eyes were cold. Although Xia Hao was smiling and relaxed, there was also a deep meaning in the look he gave him.

Only Bai Ju in the middle was left, with his hands raised stupidly. He looked this way and that way, as if he couldn't figure out the situation.

"You invited me in private...it's quite lively." Song Yi said as he raised the gun in his hand and pointed it at the other party from a distance.

Xia Hao did not dodge, and even under the obvious threat, he inserted the long knife into the ground, while taking a step forward and spreading his arms to express his harmlessness.

"First of all, before you start telling your story, I hope you can face your own heart and answer the first question - who are you fighting for?" Xia Hao asked.

Song Yi raised his eyebrows when he heard that, and his vigilant eyes began to change silently. Now it was as if... he was looking at a mentally retarded child.

Who would have such a commission, and ask such mysterious questions? He doesn't want to be a magical girl... eh?

Song Yi's thoughts flashed through his mind, and he asked back: "Are there still camps in Stardust? Using different viewpoints? Or different colors?"

He said it lightly and jokingly, treating it as a prank game and not taking it seriously.

Xia Hao heaved a sigh of relief, with a smile in his voice, and said: "Fortunately, you scared me just now, but it's not the worst situation. You just don't know why you are fighting."

Song Yi shrugged and said nothing, but at least he put the gun away.

Xia Hao said: "Before the next question, we have another story to tell you, but please don't be nervous, I believe you have already discovered it..."

"The fake fight is still going on. As long as others don't get close, they won't be able to notice anything wrong, nor will they be able to see what's going on here."

Song Yi yawned and ignored his words. Instead, he pointed at another person and said, "Pause, I think I've seen the silent cool guy over there before. Is he one of the extras you found?"

As he spoke, the corners of Xia Hao's lips slowly twitched. When he finished speaking, Xia Hao laughed out loud. At the same time, the man who had lowered his head raised his head with the same smile on his face. They spoke synchronously, making different sounds, saying:

"This job doesn't make money, so how can we afford to hire extras? Of course I will play the main role."

In the dim light, with the faint moonlight, there was an indescribable weirdness, and it looked a little scary.

Song Yi swallowed, overcame the chill in his back, and reluctantly asked, "What do you mean? You have a clone?"

The two Xia Haos nodded simultaneously, their smiles faded, and they stared at Song Yi expressionlessly, then spoke together, saying:

"Disappointed, disappointed, I thought you would know."

"After all, we have met, communicated, and barely been enemies...ah."

"That's terrible. It seems that you still don't know who leaked your information and who is using your life to make money."

At the end of the speech, Xia Hao and the others sighed together, and even their helplessness was doubled. It was not very contagious, but made the atmosphere even more weird.

Seeing them like this, Song Yi also sighed and said, "Don't pretend, it's you, it's you, it's still you, my friend, Xiao Xia Hao."

One of them, Xia Hao, shook his head, and the other made a sound, explaining: "You guessed wrong, I only revealed the information, as for your life...how can the atmosphere group be considered the murderer? If I did it, how can I stand here."

After a pause of one second, Xia Hao continued, "Boss Yan got angry, and that human and that Stardust were all solved once and for all."

Song Yi looked at him without reacting. He witnessed this exaggerated performance, gained clues from it, and at the same time felt the "unusualness" in it.

Xia Hao added: "This is exactly what I want to tell you. I believe you have heard the story about Stardust and its master many times. Stardust is immortal. When dead Stardust returns to the sea of ​​stars, it needs the master's precise expression and enough materials to rebuild its body before it can wake up again."

"And the master is a human being, he only has one life and cannot be resurrected."

"Then what I want to say is that when you want to destroy Stardust, the easiest way is to 'kill the master'. As long as humans die, everything will be over."

At this point, the two Xia Haos sighed together and looked at Song Yi. When they spoke again, they switched sides and continued speaking one sentence at a time:

"After Lord Yan Changyue came to power, the first thing he announced in his business empire was that the killing of humans was prohibited."

"Everyone who has a business relationship with him, or wants to have a business relationship with him, or even buys his products, must follow his rules. Oh, this doesn't sound like a bad thing, right?"

"It compresses competition among stardust. As long as there is money and resources, stardust is theoretical and in an immortal stage."

"But correspondingly, where there is light, there will also be shadows. Tsk tsk, you have also seen that poor girl, Jian Nuanyang. Do you still remember this name?"

He didn't finish his words, but paused here, as if waiting for Song Yi's answer, "yes" or "no".

Song Yi had a premonition, so he asked back, "Are you adding fuel to the fire?"

There were too many people who spoke ill of Yan Changyue, and some even tried to sow discord between them with words. Those vague terms could not even be considered "verbal slander" but more like expressions of opinions. But this time... Song Yi had a bad feeling.

Xia Hao was not angry either. He gave the answer with a smile and continued to talk on his own, saying:

"It's a pity that you remember her. Just like her fate, she will be tortured till death."

"What do you mean?" Song Yi asked.

Xia Hao replied: "You should doubt and guess, like a baby, to explore the world, instead of opening your mouth and waiting for Yan Changyue to feed you what he wants."

Song Yi didn't respond. He flipped his hand in the air, took out the gun again, and pointed the gun at Xia Hao again. This time it was not a threat. He directly pulled the trigger.

The sound of the gunshot was particularly clear within a limited range. The bullet hit the opponent's shoulder, and the force it carried pushed the person backward. Xia Hao, who was at the front, lost an arm and had blood on his body. He looked a little scary in his hideous appearance.

Xia Hao did not retreat, nor did he escape, nor did he even go to treat his injuries. He continued to stare at Song Yi, his mouth opening and closing, and continued to say:

"Don't be afraid, Song Yi. You have already guessed it. You should have guessed it long ago. When death becomes the lowest standard, then survival will become torture."

Song Yi also looked at Xia Hao, his eyes fell on the blood-stained face. His breathing had unknowingly begun to become heavier. Even though he gripped the pistol tightly and held it firmly, his fingers trembled uncontrollably.

Xia Hao said calmly: "The resources are in the hands of the family, and the civilians who are chosen by God will become goods. If we are unlucky, once we are discovered..."

"boom--"

Song Yi pulled the trigger again, the sweat from his palms wet the butt of the gun, his arms began to tremble, he was shooting completely subconsciously, wanting to stop the words behind, but it must be said that it did work, Xia Hao in front of him fell down, his head was blurred, covered in thick red and white.

But it did not disperse, nor did it merge into the air, like every stardust does after its death.