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"It doesn't matter," 422 was not in the mood to go around in circles with him: "I just accidentally executed a wandering system, who knew he was the No. 4 master who came to the plane world secretly?"

"Hehe." No. 4 seemed to have heard some interesting joke, but still said slowly, "I'm very sad that you treated me like this."

"Because of what?" 422 squinted at the system in Zhang Caisheng's skin through the mirror: "Just because we are brothers?"

No. 4 shrugged his shoulders, and slowly grinned: "Brother, this word is very interesting, you know it."

"I'd rather not know."

Although unwilling to admit it, No. 4 and 422 have the same origin.

Xuanlong's residual consciousness is not only 422, but the other one has been awakened long ago, and has been lurking in the main space for many years. Unknowingly, he has sat in the original position of No. 4, even sitting more stably, hiding deeper, no system doubts his identity.

Except for 422, which can crack his high-level password.

422's ability to invade No. 4's database so quickly is not entirely due to strength, but more due to a certain sense of familiarity. No. 4's thinking is often similar to Xuanlong and even 422 himself, and cracking the password is a matter of course.

As for others, 422 should not have many secrets with No. 4 himself.

"Since we recognize each other, shouldn't we have a good talk," No. 4's mouth curled up, and he spat out two words with emphasis: "Brother."

The gun in 422's hand didn't relax because of this sudden brother recognition: "There is nothing to talk about, stop the procedure and let him out."

"Why?" Number 4 shrugged, "He's having a good time in there."

"3" 422 said.

"Stopping the program halfway will make Zhao Huayuan's soul even more chaotic, you should understand."

"2"

"Let me explain in advance that I am not the one who wants Zhao Huayuan to go in, and I am only doing things as required..."

"1"

"Hey, 422, I'm stupid!" No. 4 tilted his head suddenly, the bullet grazed his hair, pierced the mirror, and the crystal broken lens burst into the air after a clear and loud sound, and the tiny mirror reproduced the moonlight into Countless copies.

No. 4 managed to avoid it, and stretched out his right hand to grab 422 by moving to the left.

422 moved away expressionlessly, and the gun in his hand quickly adjusted its direction, re-aiming at the head of his brother in a certain sense.

"Kill me, don't even think about Zhao Huayuan coming out!" No. 4 propped his upper body on the bed and said loudly.

422 tightened his hand holding the gun: "How is he?"

"Put the gun down," No. 4 Tian tapped the corner of his mouth, just now when the glass shards were flying around, one of them passed over his face, scratching the side of his mouth, and blood flowed out: "Tsk, this taste is really delicious." nausea."

In his busy schedule, he tasted the blood of Zhang Caisheng's body, raised his eyes and said to 422: "If you talk to me carefully, I can consider letting you see him."

The shadows of each other are reflected in the black and blue pupils, and in the dark moonlight, the two systems are illuminated to look like they have ghosts.

"I want to see people first," said the system with its back to the moonlight.

No. 4 looked at him for a while looking up, then took a step back and agreed, "Okay, it's not impossible."

He waved his hand, and a row of screens glowing green were arranged vertically on the ground between them, on which was a picture similar to surveillance: "It's just that our little baby is not in a good condition now."

422 shifted his gaze to the screen the moment it appeared, and when he saw Zhao Huayuan's state, his eyes were tearing apart.

Zhao Huayuan was ridden by a woman, and that woman stabbed him like crazy with something. Zhao Huayuan's chest was stabbed into a hornet's nest. The blood spread from the place where he was lying and was absorbed by sand and stones, staining the surrounding area. Into a large dark.

422 stretched out his hand reflexively and was about to reach for the screen, but the screen disappeared. Number 4 took the opportunity to bounce up like a cheetah, knocked out his gun, and pressed the opponent under him.

The offensive immediately reversed, and No. 4's body was "split" into two halves by the translucent screen. The fluorescent light illuminated his black suit, and his chin was reflected green.

A cruel smile curled up on the corner of his mouth, he grabbed the falling gun first, and pressed the trigger without hesitation.

The bullet enough to shatter the system's consciousness rushed towards 422's head with a strong airflow, and a deafening gunshot sounded in the room.

The goose down in the quilt scattered and flew, and the feathers fluttered to cover No. 4's eyes.

No. 4 dispersed the feather with one hand, and was not surprised to see that there was only a sunken deep hole on the bed.

The hair on the back of his head moved slightly, and a ghostly figure flashed behind him. The pure gold hunting dog sculpture on the table was lifted high into the air by a hand, and fell straight towards No. 4.

No. 4 sideways dodged, and the sculpture followed the gravity and hit the goose down quilt that was already seriously injured, and another wave of goose feathers flew into the air again.

The attacker let go of the sculpture in his hand, raised another gun with his left hand, the bullet was fired, scattered the goose feathers, and shot straight at No. 4 who was already sitting up.

Two shots were fired.

The high-speed passing bullet scratched the sleeve of No. 4's right arm, a stream of blood splashed out, and then more liquid flowed down No. 4's hanging arm, dripped onto the white sheet, and opened a flower. red flower.

The clothes on 422's left shoulder were torn open, exposing the flesh torn by bullets.

The bullets of this gun can really hurt consciousness, and both systems felt its powerful threat the moment they were hit.

"You are fighting with me in the group of systems in the cheap main space." The gun in No. 4's hand was knocked off by the impact just now, and he returned to the downwind in an instant, facing the black hole full of killing intent: "How do you Can't you calm down and listen to me?"

The picture of Zhao Huayuan soaked in blood lay before his eyes, dyeing 422's eyes red.

Talk to him calmly, now he can't wait to eat the meat of this system and chew his bones.

422 aimed his gun at No. 4's left hand with a cold expression, intending to cut off his arm again, but there was a knock on the yellow wooden door of the room.

"Master, Director Yang and Manager Wang want to see you urgently. They said that something happened to the company." An old voice sounded from outside the door, and the butler reported.

Neither of the two systems went to see the door, but they knew each other well about what happened to that company.

It was nothing more than Chu Xi and Huang Jian's group of people who started to ignite and stumble.

"You guys are pretty capable. I haven't had a good night's sleep because of Zhang Caisheng these days. Anyway, I'm also trapped in this body. You have plenty of ways to deal with me. There's no harm in talking to me," No. 4 raised his intact left hand and said, "Don't worry, that program protects Zhao Huayuan, he won't die."

"..."

No. 4 called up the monitor again, and sure enough, Zhao Huayuan, who was supposed to be dead, sat up from the ground, but the woman who was stabbing him crazily just now fell limply on top of him like a doll with a broken clockwork .

Zhao Huayuan lowered his head and stretched out his hand to push her away. The woman fell to the ground dully, and the light seeped out from the window of the Buddhist temple beside the road, shining on the woman's blue-white face with wide-open eyes.

She had a yellow knife stuck in her chest and was out of breath.

After Zhao Huayuan pushed the woman away, he didn't leave directly, but sat there for a while.

His bangs covered his eyes, and the shadow covered most of his face. From the surveillance angle, he couldn't see his expression, and could only peek at his state through his tightly pursed lips.

In any case, Zhao Huayuan's mood is not as "happy" as No. 4 claimed.

422 stared at the picture on the screen, and squeezed out a sentence: "You let him kill."

"No," the voice of No. 4 came from the other side of the monitor: "It's just to help him express the emotions accumulated over the years, by the way—"

No. 4 spoke very slowly next: "Use this to help him improve the probability of transforming into a system."

"Don't tell me you didn't think about turning him into a system, we are all split from the consciousness of the dragon, you can't fool me." No. 4 looked at the "brother" who came from the same source as himself and only recently discovered .

422 didn't answer his words.

But number 4 was right, 422 did think about it, and thought about it many times.

Turning Zhao Huayuan into a system was something that Xuanlong had wanted to do since the time of Xuanlong, but Zhao Huayuan's soul strength was not enough back then, and none of the tests secretly arranged by Xuanlong'an were completely successful, so he had to give up first.

Xuanlong's experiments on transforming plane characters into a system did not stop at the last minute.

422, as the residual consciousness of Xuanlong, cannot not have this idea, but compared with this impulse, he is more aware of the negative consequences of Zhao Huayuan becoming a system now, and he can't take people into the gutter for his own selfishness.

"You are alienating his soul," 422 said with cold eyes, "this kind of result is not what Xuanlong wants to see."

"Hehe, you guys," No. 4 sneered when he heard the words, took two steps back and leaned against the wall while holding his injured arm. Blocked his pain, and asked back: "Get the power to destroy everything that is not pleasing to the eye, how do you know that Zhao Huayuan doesn't like this kind of life?"

"How do you know that Zhao Huayuan's kindness is not necessary for his status and social life? Without these rules, would Zhao Huayuan do many things that are considered cruel in the moral system? Can you give the answer for sure?"

Number 4 pointed to himself: "How do you think I got out?"

"Anger, pain, remorse, violent tendencies, cruelty... Many of these things brought out from Xuanlong's consciousness are specialties of the plane world. Do you think that Xuanlong who doesn't care about the plane characters other than Zhao Huayuan and has no feelings Why are there these emotions, even to the point where they can split into a separate consciousness?"

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