Can the villain be coaxed today?

Shi Bantang led the people from the Ghost Palace to walk far ahead, and Shen Yan followed slowly. The Lord Ghost King is now very angry and unhappy, and he has no choice but to touch his bad luck.The fake that came out of nowhere was "hijacked" by Xia Batian and others at the end, obviously intending to question it, Ji Min and other ghosts will definitely not be able to tell the real from the fake, even if Shen Yan swears, even if Shi Wantang repeatedly jumped to emphasize that they still dare not go too far with another "Shi Bantang", for fear that things will turn around in the future and the king will write them down.

After Shen Yan followed for a while, the impostor gradually became a little irritable.

Before that, his behavior, temperament and tone were the same as those of the real teacher Wantang, and even his memory was reproduced exactly—Ji Min tried several times on the way, and he could answer every question. , Even the details are described very well, it doesn't seem to be memorized by rote, but it seems to exist in his mind vividly, but the timeline is a bit chaotic, it seems that many memories have not been clarified, but most people It is a normal reaction to recall a moment when mentioning the past, so he still doesn't seem to have any loopholes.

The real teacher Bantang was attracted by the bronze mirror on the street at the moment. He put his fair face on it, straightened his collar for a while, and stroked his hair for a while, as if he was concentrating on admiring his beauty in the prosperous age. However, Min clearly caught his gaze that was always looking back, looked back suspiciously, and saw a flickering corner of the snow-white clothes.

Ji Min: "..."

These two are absolutely dead.

He didn't tell the truth, he just took a step forward quietly, and when Shi Wantang was not paying attention, he quickly moved the direction of the mirror, but before he retracted his hand, he was slapped by the sharp-eyed Lord Ghost King, who stared viciously He glanced at him, and carefully returned the mirror to its original appearance.

Only this time, he couldn't take a picture of the person he wanted to see.

Ji Min: "He has already left."

Shi Wantang was unprepared, and blurted out: "What?! Gone? Who told him to go?"

Ji Min: "My lord, won't you let him follow?"

Shi Wantang: "He can do it secretly!"

Ji Min: "..."

Shi Wantang looked down angrily, his fair little feet were shaking wildly, and he muttered, "I haven't put on my shoes yet..."

Ji Min: "If the king needs it, I can..."

Shi Wantang immediately changed his face: "Thank you, I don't need it."

Ji Min: "..." Sure enough, the child is too old to help her.

Shen Yan, whom they were thinking of so much, was in a tailor-made clothing store at the moment. When he entered the door, he asked for a gold-edged fox-collar cape. After walking around the store three times, he ordered another pair of soft-soled silk shoes. A catty of wool and two taels of cotton. When paying the bill, he glanced at the normal number of bronze mirrors in the store and asked the boss: "I just walked down the street, and there are bronze mirrors, large and small, all over the place. There are also restaurants and restaurants. Why are there so many mirrors in the city?"

The shopkeeper replied: "Custom."

Shen Yan then asked: "In terms of custom, there should be more mirrors in the whole city than other places. Why is there only a normal number in the clothing store?"

Shen Yan stared at him closely, but the shopkeeper didn't seem to notice it, and replied with a smile: "Custom."

"..." Shen Yan narrowed his eyes, and suddenly felt something was wrong.

He asked two or three times in succession, all the same questions, with the same meaning but the word order was replaced and changed, but the shopkeepers gave different answers to each one, and he smiled kindly from the beginning to the end, as if he didn't feel Shen Yan's words. As if in trouble.

Shen Yan: "Mirror."

Shopkeeper: "Custom."

Shen Yan: "Why so many?"

Shopkeeper: "A lot? Hey, our shop does have a lot of clothes. I'm not boasting. The clothes in our shop are definitely the best in the city. Look at the materials and workmanship..."

He wasn't changing the subject, it was just that the answer corresponding to the key words he captured was this. After several rounds of asking, Shen Yan gradually got a bottom line in his mind, but his doubts became deeper and deeper. He felt that the people here were like characters in the game. The NPC, or the intelligent customer service of a certain software, has almost no independent thinking, and can only speak the corresponding words mechanically, doing day-to-day actions.

He quickly left the clothing store with his things.

There are endless bronze mirrors on the street, and each angle is different. In the whole city, the place as far as the eye can see is illuminated by the mirrors hidden everywhere, like pairs of eyes watching from the dark, staring at people's scalp numb and sinking. Yan was eager to find out the use of these things, so he deliberately walked two or three long streets, observed the placement of each mirror, and when he hurried around a row of residential buildings and was about to walk through an alley, he saw the mirror in front of him. Suddenly a person appeared.

He raised his head and glanced, his steps stopped abruptly, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his whole body seemed to have been violently hammered by a heavy hammer from outside, shaking from the inside out.

...That is "Shen Yan".

"Your Majesty, don't take pictures. He's not here." Ji Min No. 30 couldn't bear to remind Shi Bantang eight times, and he successfully stopped him from walking in front of the mirror. The latter stood alone in the same place. Taking out a handful of peanuts and peeling them slowly, he spread his hand towards Ji Min, "Give me the money."

Ji Min: "...Give me a valid reason."

Shi Wantang didn't look at him directly, but just finished chewing the peanuts and repeated: "I want it."

Ji Min really wanted to say no to it, but seeing Shi Bantang staring straight at the candy shop in front of him, his heart suddenly softened. He sighed, thinking that children are evil, and took out a bag from his arms. The small bag of gold leaves was disassembled three layers inside and three layers outside, picked up one with a heartbroken expression of entrusting billions of assets, put it in Shi Wantang's hand, and said: "Save some flowers, Your Majesty, Ghost King Hall!" This year's expenses depend on these..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Shi Wantang clasped his palms together, took the gold leaf and walked up the steps in two or three steps. Under Ji Min's shocked gaze, he passed the candy shop without looking back, and plunged into the nearby pharmacy.

Ji Min was shocked, thinking that the king of his family had some unspeakable pain, so he hurriedly followed him, and before entering the store, he heard a bright young boy's voice like peacocks: "Trauma medicine... yes, it needs to be effective. Okay, bruise? No, it’s just a flesh wound, the kind of animal claw scratch, deep? Very deep, the blood flowed all over the back, it hurts to look at it. No need to stop the bleeding, he’s already done it, can you give it I will prescribe some painkillers, afraid of pain? No, no, he is not afraid of pain...I feel distressed." After chattering a lot, Shi Wantang added: "Give me some medicine for internal injuries, all of which are the best ,The most expensive!"

Ji Min stood numbly outside the door, sighed for a long time, and was about to go down the steps, but suddenly heard a slight commotion from the subordinates waiting at the side. According to his reputation, the impostor of "Shi Bantang" who was detained Shaking off a few subordinates who were holding him down, he turned around in circles, frowning tightly, as if he was full of anger and had nowhere to vent.

Ji Min's heart skipped a beat—no, although the king has been on the road of being angry and angry all year round, he is rarely so irritable, and this kind of unreasonable anger has never been seen before. Whether this person is true or false is beyond words. Ming, but what was even more strange about him was his state. It seemed that some force majeure was strongly affecting him, causing his body to burn a fire from the cracks in his bones, making him more and more irritable and uncontrollable.

As soon as this idea came to mind, "Shi Bantang" suddenly narrowed his eyes, and his whole face became cold and serious. He looked at Shi Bantang who had just come out of the medicine shop and was holding a bunch of things in his arms, and took a sudden step forward. As soon as he wiped it, a sinister and unprepared killing move flew towards him.

Shi Wantang raised his head belatedly, his eyes widened in a daze——

At the same time, residential alleys.

The person in front of him is wearing white clothes and black trousers, with neat short hair draped softly on his forehead, his eyebrows and eyes under the black hair are as warm as jade, and the end of his eyes is slightly raised. He always feels smiling all the time. It makes people feel kind. He wears Gold-rimmed glasses, handsome features, like a gentle and amiable young professor in the university, this is a face that Shen Yan is very familiar with, and it is also the dress that Shen Yan is very familiar with in his memory. This is exactly the same.

——This is "Shen Yan", an old fox from the 22nd century who is scheming, deep-minded, and disguises himself with gentleness and softness.

"..."

In the blink of an eye, Shen Yan suddenly understood something.

"Shen Yan" in white clothes and black trousers on the opposite side tilted his head slightly, his eyes were still blank, and he didn't say anything for a long time, as if he was digesting the huge information that was suddenly stuffed into the sea of ​​consciousness, Shen Yan tentatively asked him a word As expected, he straightened his shoulders, his eyes were full of vigilance, and his state was exactly the same as the day when Shen Yan suddenly discovered that he was wearing a book. He didn't answer, but just looked at the stranger in front of him defensively. After a while, maybe He finally figured out the ins and outs of the matter, looked at Shen Yan's expression suddenly became subtle, and asked strangely: "...Shen, Yan?"

There is nothing more strange than asking someone who looks nothing like me if it is me. After finishing speaking, "Shen Yan" twisted his neck unconsciously - this is his habit when he feels embarrassed or uncomfortable action.

Shen Yan noticed this all-too-familiar little movement, frowned and lowered his eyelashes, slowly thinking about something.

The two faced each other awkwardly and silently. After a long time, it was "Shen Yan" who spoke first. He looked around and walked around slowly, "...Where is Shi Bantang?"

Shen Yan suddenly raised his eyes, like a dragon whose scales had been trampled against, the scales all over his body were blown up. "Shen Yan" looked at him like this, and raised his eyebrows leisurely.

"Let me explain the cause and effect of the matter to you." Shen Yan said: "This is a special secret realm in this world, if I expected it to be correct, its ability should be 'copy and paste', you can understand it as a duplicate In addition to our genes and memories, it also includes everything wrapped in our body, and at a certain moment, we are produced like embryonic cells. The composition of human personality is basically determined by two major components: genes and experience, so when After you have the exact same DNA as me and have been given the same past, you are almost exactly like me, a near-perfect fake."

"Shen Yan" disagreed, "You mean I'm a clone? No, if, as you said, the past is exactly the same, then your memory and mine at this moment should also be exactly the same. There is no relationship between us." There is no conclusive proof for distinguishing between reality and fiction. So I don't think you are the ontology, on the contrary, I think I am the real one."

Shen Yan said: "It's very simple. The secret realm extracts genetic material and memory passages from us through the bronze mirror, and then injects the memory passages into the cerebral cortex of the replica body. This process takes a certain amount of time, which means that the memory must not be synchronized. Updated—do you remember how many bronze mirrors you passed when you turned from the street into the alley? How many steps did you walk from the alley to here?"

He stared at the other person's eyes, and calmly said word by word: "I remember."

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