Help, I've become a paper man

The sloppy ending of the fight, coupled with the silhouette of the man being shot, was an extremely shocking scene. When Song Yi recalled it now, doubts emerged in his mind.

It seemed like some clever trick, disguised and presented to the public, but before confirming it, there were still some things he didn't understand that he had to clarify first.

Yan Changyue just opened her mouth and asked cooperatively: "There are so many opinions on cutting the cake. I am willing to tell you my opinion, but what do you mean?"

Song Yi said: "The cake is produced by humans, protected by humans... and so on."

"Do you want to talk to me here?" Yan Changyue said, sighed first, and then continued: "Let me in, let's talk in your room. Don't worry, I am very disciplined and won't mess around."

Song Yi widened his eyes and was surprised for a moment. He couldn't imagine how Yan Changyue, who was so serious, could say such words on such a serious topic.

"Have you paid?" Yan Changyue said as she glanced down, across Song Yi's waist, and then down to her own crotch. When she looked at Song Yi again, there was a hint of meaning in her eyes.

The ambiguous atmosphere was further pushed forward.

Song Yi coughed, stepped aside to make way for the door, and made a "please" gesture, indicating that Yan Changyue could come in.

Yan Changyue didn't hesitate. After entering the room, she pulled Song Yi and brought him into the room. Then she closed the door. If she hadn't locked the door, Song Yi would probably have believed that she did it casually.

"Wait, wait, I really have something to say." Song Yi immediately raised his hands, trying to prove the truthfulness of his words.

Yan Changyue smiled and nodded. She did not take the opportunity to avoid the topic. Instead, she said, "This is what Zhichun said, right? Because of his mother's matter, he has some trauma and is a little possessive of the island... and the related copies."

"Correspondingly, he would also feel that other people are the same and would not want their past to be pried into."

The tone of the statement was calm, as if he was telling an unrelated story, but the content, even if it was answering a question, made Song Yi take a breath.

He had no intention of hurting his lover, but that copy, that...

Song Yi said: "I'm sorry, I was biased and didn't think about what he said at the time."

But in fact, if it were someone else, even without prejudice, Song Yi would not be able to do reading comprehension, and this is something they all know.

Yan Changyue said, "I know you both have no bad intentions. It's just that you misunderstood each other at the inappropriate time, which led to miscommunication."

The gentle tone was like warm water, soothing his bad emotions once again, slowly washing them away, and cleaning them clean bit by bit.

He breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Excuse me, I'm thinking about what happened tonight. Why did you suddenly rush over? Or, why were you able to rush over?"

After specifically asking Yan Zhichun to come.

Yan Changyue walked towards the sofa and replied, "The work went more smoothly than expected. After it was completed ahead of schedule, I received some news about you."

Having said this, Yan Changyue paused, turned to look at Song Yi, and did not continue speaking. However, the second half of the sentence would be concern, which could be completely guessed even if it was not said out loud.

Should Song Yi blush? Should he be shy? Or should he fall in love?

Unfortunately, none of these happened. At this moment, Song Yi thought of An Xiaochun in the dark, the clear sound of the gunshot, the slowly falling figure, and the last drum beat on the ring.

At this point, his guess has been confirmed. Someone sent a message to Yan Changyue, attracting Yan Changyue to come over, stimulating Yan Zhichun's emotions, making the young master anxious and calling An Xiaochun to take action.

Then, death was presented, and he was specifically asked to watch the entire process.

Song Yi is self-aware. He knows his own limitations very well. First, he has made no contribution, and second, he is not strong enough. It is not worthwhile to make such a big sacrifice to make him doubt Yan Changyue and question the Yan family.

"Who told you about me?" Song Yi asked, his voice a little dry. If possible, he thought for a moment that it would be okay to stop the topic here.

But he probably guessed that the drama using death was mostly for Yan Changyue, but what would Yan Changyue think if there were people involved around her?

Song Yi didn't know. He felt that even so, being in pain consciously was better than the unknown danger. He wanted Yan Changyue to live.

Yan Changyue smiled and said, "It's okay, don't worry, I've taken care of it."

Song Yi was stunned and asked, "I've dealt with it... You mean, you've already found something wrong and guessed that the other party mentioned me to you on purpose to attract you?"

Yan Changyue nodded, and before Song Yi could ask further questions, she said directly: "I know, but I am worried about you. Zhichun is still a child. If I fail to arrive in time because of my suspicion, and you two really have an accident, I will feel guilty for the rest of my life."

Song Yi sighed and said, "No, wait a minute, you said it very affectionately, but how can I put it, I am also Stardust, can you believe me a little bit?"

Yan Changyue did not answer, but just smiled, directly expressing with her attitude that one should not say anything against one's will.

Song Yi shook his head, not tangling, and said, "It seems that we haven't finished talking about the cake. I have something I want to ask, such as the reason for the copy generation."

"The information we know so far is that intense emotions, sufficient energy, and some special factors can form a copy, right?"

Yan Changyue responded and explained: "It's mainly the 'special factor'. It's a special kind of energy. Someone once tried to imitate this process."

"He intentionally tried to influence and push the situation forward in order to create a copy. Unfortunately, at the last moment, that power did not come, and he failed."

Song Yi stood still. He looked at the sofa and the person sitting on it, and asked again:

"Like you, a related copy is generated, and the person is still alive... is it common?"

Yan Changyue said: "It's not common."

Song Yi asked again: "That is to say, there are indeed some, right?"

Yan Changyue nodded in affirmation, and Song Yi asked again: "Does the existence of the copy have any impact on you?"

The air seemed to be quiet, and for a few seconds, time seemed to stand still. No one spoke, and even their breathing seemed to have slowed down.

Two years later, Yan Changyue laughed again and said slowly: "Ah, how should I put it? Not when I'm alive, but after I die, I might take a different path. For example, I can merge with the 'Yan Changyue' inside and it eats me, or I can occupy it and become the dungeon boss."

"Or in other words, after death, I might become stardust. Maybe one day in the future, I'll come and compete with you for the first place."

"It is also possible that... nothing will happen. It will just be a simple death. There will be no difference except that Yan Changyue will no longer exist in the world."

As he spoke, Song Yi's eyes widened, and his anger continued to rise as he speculated about his death, finally reaching a point where he could no longer tolerate it. He rushed forward in two steps, and when the last word fell, he had already bent down and covered Yan Changyue's mouth, making the last word muffled.

As a result, the three words "just kidding" melted in the warmth of the palm and turned into a vague "woohoo" sound.