The copy NPCs are all my homie [Original God + Unlimited]

Breathing passionately, his hand was groping around her waist unconsciously, Ying took his hand lightly, held it together while the other hand was clinging to her, and then...

The reflected light flashed, and there was only a slight click, and a pair of handcuffs were added to the straggler's wrist.

His figure froze.

After a few seconds, he straightened up, rolled over and got out of bed.

This time it was his turn to stare at the restraint on his wrist and watch it repeatedly.

Ying sat up slowly, smoothed her hair, her face was calm.

"Don't bother, you can't solve it."

Seeing that the straggler seemed to have the idea of ​​trying to open the handcuffs, Ying shook her head and reminded him "kindly": "You can't open this, only I can open this."

Yes, these are the handcuffs she used in the copy of the bionic man that only she can open.

The skirmisher raised his head: "Is this your trick?"

Ying denied: "No, this is my idea."

Like magic, she took out the chainsaw from Texas that Gu Lang helped her draw from her own space, and began to attack the chains that bound her.

A loud noise filled the room, and the stragglers frowned, unbearably retreating to the wall, avoiding the flying sparks and iron filings.

After grinding for a long time, Ying finally broke one iron chain, and then attacked the other.

The straggler leaned against the wall silently, his dark purple hair hanging down to block his eyes, he didn't know what he was thinking.

Ying finally managed to break both iron chains. She turned her aching arm, stretched her arms, wiped her lips deliberately, and then walked towards the stragglers.

"Now, who is imprisoning whom?"

She took out the shackle from the space again, and fastened it to the straggler's ankle.

The scene reappears.

"You are really... omnipotent." The straggler clicked his tongue, "Now I will return the original sentence to you."

"To deal with people like you, naturally, you don't stick to any means."

Ying sat upright on the bed, crossed her legs, leaned forward slightly, and rubbed her chin to look at him.

"However, I didn't lie to you just now. I do have a perfect case idea, and you are the most important factor in the idea."

"Oh?" the straggler expressed a little interest, "what role am I going to play in this case?"

"Dead." Ying spit out two words bluntly.

The skirmisher almost doubted his ears, but when he met Ying's serious gaze, he realized that she was not joking.

He laughed out loud, and Ying didn't explain, just quietly waiting for him to finish laughing.

"It's easy," he finally stopped laughing, "I'm imprisoned by you now, I can't fight back what you want to do, kill me, it's easy to do, but—"

"Need I remind you?" He raised his cuffed hands, "Half the police station saw me take you away. If I die, you are definitely the number one suspect. What's more, here Just you and me. Look at this scene, although I think those people are stupid, but they are not blind."

"Hmm," Ying casually switched legs, "You're right, so I won't kill you."

The straggler looked at her questioningly: "Aren't you going to kill me? Want me to be the dead again?"

"Correct." Ying held up a finger, circling in the air like a trick.

The skirmishers waited silently for her answer.

Ying stood up suddenly, walked to the window, and pulled the curtains aside abruptly.

The outside of the window is not outside, but another room. You can see many sophisticated scientific instruments, and the pale and cold light shines in through the window.Ying narrowed her eyes to relieve the discomfort of seeing the sudden light.

"I want you to kill yourself."

Her voice was colder than the light, with a sharp edge like a knife.

"I committed suicide?" The straggler's voice sounded unbelievable, and Ying could guess the expression on his face without turning around.

"Of course I have self-confidence." Ying turned her head and avoided the topic, "How about this, let's play a game."

The skirmishers watched her warily.

"Story Solitaire," Ying continued, "I'll start the story, and let's go on one sentence at a time, how about it?"

"Why should I participate in—"

"Because I have what you want to know." Ying interrupted him mercilessly.

The straggler looked at the restraint on his wrist again.

"It seems that I have no bargaining chips."

Ying nodded in satisfaction and began to tell the story.

"Besides the gods, there are two types of people on the Tivat Continent, one is people with the eyes of God, and the other is ordinary humans."

She stopped and motioned for the stragglers to answer.

The straggler frowned, as if something was recovering: "The former has infinite power, while the latter can only sigh."

"Yes," Ying nodded, "People who have the eyes of gods are the ones watched by the gods, while those who don't have the eyes of gods, no matter how hard they work, most of them will not be able to reach the height of the former in their entire lives. And the protagonist of the story is an ordinary human being, an ordinary person who longs to be watched by the gods."

"Naturally he desires power," the skirmisher went on, "he is not content to be an ordinary person, so he will seize every opportunity."

Ying: "There is a war in his country."

Skirmishers: "Eager to make contributions, he did not hesitate to join the army."

Ying: "From an ordinary soldier, he gradually became able to stand alone and became the captain."

"But what he can do is still not as good as those who have power. So he got an opportunity, an opportunity from the enemy." The stragglers seemed to gradually find the story interesting.

"But he didn't know the real source of the opportunity at first." Ying raised an objection.

"No matter what, he thinks this is an opportunity for him to get the attention of the gods, so he wants to seize it." The straggler felt that the fog in his heart gradually became clear, and the face of the blond girl seemed to overlap with a figure deep in his memory. Together.

"Yes." Ying said solemnly, "So he used the evil eye."

"But the side effects are huge." There was viciousness in the voice of the straggler.

Ying's words gradually became more and more intense: "He keeps getting old, keeps getting old. In just a few months, he exhausted all his years, became thin and shriveled, and can no longer lift the gun in his hand. Soon, he will die. He died due to old age. His friend was heartbroken by this, and wanted to find the mastermind behind the scenes to settle the score, but only got..."

The straggler raised his arms and looked at his hands: "In this floating world, human life is worthless. Without the evil eye, they would die as well. At least the evil eye gave them a chance to realize their wishes."

Ying fell silent.

"That's why you want to kill me." The straggler put down his hands and looked at Ying again, "You've grown faster than I thought."

"Yes," Ying said coldly, "I want to take revenge on you."

"But what does this have to do with my suicide?" The straggler looked at the sophisticated experimental equipment outside the window, and the memory of the two worlds overlapped, which made him feel a little confused.

Ying followed his gaze to the laboratory outside: "This is where you were born here."

"How did you deduce this? Detective?" He seemed to be used to her surprising guesses.

"Your body temperature has always been lower than that of a normal human being, and you also lack some human things." Most importantly, Ying's guiding ability has very little perception of his emotions, which shows that he is not a normal human being.

"I was born in a laboratory." The straggler whispered, "The richest man in the world needs a perfect son, a machine-like, emotionless son with high-quality genes. That's how I was born."

"Let's put it this way." Ying said bluntly, "Which is better, Tivat or here? I think the answer is beyond doubt."

"It's more interesting to mention Vat, I'm still absconding with the heart of God." The straggler casually threw out explosive news.

Ying was shocked in her heart, but her face remained calm, and she continued her plan: "The only way to return to Tivat is to die. And you have only two choices now. First, as my defeated opponent, be defeated I was imprisoned, controlled, and died without dignity and decency, and the account between us is over, and we will never know each other again."

"It seems that I can only choose the second option," the straggler smiled slightly, "I haven't played enough with you yet."

"Second, you commit suicide." Ying threw a sword at him, "We will return to Tivat and continue to settle accounts."

Ying unlocked the handcuffs on his hands, and looked at him with folded arms.

The straggler picked up the sword on the ground: "Is there really no choice?"

"Anyway, you are bound to die."

"Okay," the straggler gestured with his sword, "this way we have cooperated to complete a seamless case, haven't we?"

"Yes," Ying nodded, "There is no dead person, no murderer."

**

The figures of the skirmishers gradually scattered into spots of light.

Ying breathed a sigh of relief and finally solved the problem.

She could have just killed the skirmisher, but she didn't want to because she wanted revenge on him.

People who think they can control everything are controlled by others. This is the real goal she wants to achieve.

A smile finally appeared on her face.

Eternity can stretch the time for a long time, but every node in it will become extremely fragile.

She will not become indifferent because of loss, let alone pursue eternity because of loss.Losing again and again will only make her stronger, more willing to cherish the fleeting warmth around her, and protect them at all costs.

Now, who is the underdog?

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The author has something to say:

finally! ! !I may take a few days off before starting the next one... [-]/[-] of the entire book is done!

And thanks to my relatives and friends who drew the third cover for me!This cover is so textured, I love it!

感谢在2022-05-1318:40:19~2022-05-1421:23:21期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle of Suye Liuli;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!