This time, Xin Zhixia was really frightened.
The front foot watched a Zhao Qian leave, and the back foot found an identical person.
Anyone who sees this scene without warning will be shocked out of his mind.
Xin Zhixia's heart was beating wildly. She held the sword of judgment in her hand and pressed against the cold wall, trying to calm herself down.
Don't blame her for overreacting. After all, when people are unprepared and see such a strange scene, their first reaction will be like this.
"Zhao Qian took advantage of the opportunity to restart?"
As soon as this idea flashed through my mind, I rejected it without question.
Absolutely not.
This is an opportunity to restart the copy, not copy and paste.
Then the remaining possibility is that Zhao Qian used props.
After calming down, Xin Zhixia recalled what she saw in the alley.
"I guess the props are correct."
"That Zhao Qian was huddled in the corner, his expression and movements unresponsive."
Xin Zhixia held the Sword of Judgment tightly and was always ready to activate [Tiya's Charm Card].
Full of vigilance, he raised his feet again and looked deeper into the alley.
The current situation is that in the deepest part of the alley, Zhao Qian is standing against the wall as if he was forced to stand.
The oil lamp he was holding in his hand was now placed in the corner to provide him with some light.
The expression on his face was slightly dull, his arms were crossed, and there was a puppet-shaped object in front of him, suspended in mid-air, swinging back and forth.
Xin Zhixia narrowed her eyes slightly and stared at Zhao Qian for a long time before she saw clearly the reason why the puppet was hanging in the air.
There are silk threads on the top of the puppet, which vaguely reflect light in the weak light.
There are silver rings on Zhao Qian's five fingers to connect the puppet, and at the same time, he can control the puppet to move back and forth.
This scene is like he is performing a puppet show for himself.
Of course, there are some unusual points.
For example, Zhao Qian's expression was dull and lacked flexibility and vividness.
For example, the puppet in Zhao Qian's hand looks exactly like him.
Xin Zhixia silently withdrew her gaze and made a judgment in her heart.
In Dead Space, the existence of props is strange.
I don’t know if it is to balance the players’ strength, or to make it easier for players to fight.
So what if the props are powerful? There are also criticisms.
It is completely restricting players, fearing that players can use the accumulation of props to prevent the situation of sweeping one side from happening.
Today, that's what the puppet looks like.
If Xin Zhixia guessed correctly, the fake Zhao Qian who left with Li Yiran just now was probably a puppet operated by the real Zhao Qian.
After all, under normal circumstances, there is no such thing as leaving a puppet here and running out to take the risk.
But to say that this Zhao Qian is real, I'm afraid that's not entirely the case.
Because his expression and movements were stiff, he always gave her a weird feeling.
"Is this soul splitting?"
It seems like both may be half-truths.
Xin Zhixia started brain teasers, trying to analyze the specific use of this prop.
In any case, she failed to observe Zhao Qian who just left, so she couldn't give a clear conclusion.
Xin Zhixia thought for a moment and decided to follow Li Yiran and the others first to see what Zhao Qian wanted to do.
Anyway, if she stays here now, she can't go up and give Zhao Qian a sword.
The only reason that could make her stop was at most a little greedy and curious about Zhao Qian's prop.
Intent on planning to seize this prop from Zhao Qian.
As soon as this idea appeared, Xin Zhixia's eyes fluctuated slightly.
I don't know when she began to consider the idea of killing people and stealing goods.
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Li Yiran felt quite resentful.
The reason is that the NPC said when giving directions that Ding Yi and Zhang Meng had just left not long ago, and they should have caught up with them at their normal pace.
However, it was all because of Zhao Qian's insistence on dragging his feet that neither of them could see him until now.
Li Yiran's thoughts were agitated and she couldn't help complaining about Zhao Qianlai again.
"Go faster, we can't find them."
Zhao Qian nodded and said, "Yeah, okay."
At the same time, he speeded up very obediently and strode forward directly.
As he walked, he passed Li Yiran, the wind blew under his feet, and he almost started to jog.
Li Yiran was stunned and quickly followed Zhao Qian's pace.
As he quickened his pace, a trace of doubt arose.
Li Yiran really didn't expect that Zhao Qian's attitude was so good.
Suddenly he became so obedient, neither refuting her nor arguing with her.
So the two of them seemed to be racing on the street, chasing Zhang Meng and Ding Yi, who were still missing.
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Ding Yi held a torch and walked next to Zhang Meng. The two kept a certain distance and strolled on the streets of Wuwu City.
"Not only are there no clues, but there are no traces of other players."
Out of boredom, he opened his mouth to communicate with Zhang Meng.
Zhang Meng, who was observing the house, looked sideways at Ding Yi, "Do you think you can see other players?"
Ding Yi was stunned, then nodded.
"If there is one, I can definitely see it."
Zhang Meng raised his eyelids and said firmly: "If there are really players, they must be hiding."
Ding Yi asked with a puzzled look on his face.
"What do they have to hide?"
Zhang Meng squinted his eyes and looked at Ding Yi before replying with unclear meaning: "Hiding in the dark, waiting for the opportunity. Since he was hiding from the beginning, he definitely won't suddenly come out for no reason."
Ding Yi pursed his lower lip, pondered for a moment, and agreed with Zhang Meng's statement.
"You have a point."
Unexpectedly, Zhang Meng stared at Ding Yi, changed the topic, and suddenly asked.
"Why do you want to be with me?"
Ding Yi's expression froze, his eyes rolled, and he replied with a smile.
"Because the two of them are unreliable."
Zhang Meng shook his head and laughed involuntarily.
"The more you talk, the more you expose yourself. Sometimes people who talk a lot are more likely to make others feel uncomfortable. I don't say anything, and I don't look easy to get along with, so no one may be willing to get close to me."
After a pause, he scanned Ding Yi up and down, and said meaningfully: "Especially in the punishment copy..."
Ding Yi's pupils shook, his eyes showed suspicion, and he subconsciously took two steps back.
Seeing Ding Yi's reaction, Zhang Meng said slowly: "You follow me for a purpose."
Ding Yi swallowed his saliva and didn't know how to answer for a moment.
After a while, he smiled awkwardly and scratched his head.
"Aren't we cooperating? I just think it's safer to follow you."
Zhang Meng was thoughtful and said in a casual tone: "Have you restarted it?"
Upon hearing this inexplicable question, Ding Yi's eyes flashed frequently and he shook his head in denial.
"No."
Zhang Meng rubbed his chin and analyzed in a serious tone.
"You answered so quickly, I don't know if you were lying or telling the truth."
Ding Yi couldn't understand Zhang Meng at all.
Just when he was filled with horror, someone's shout came from a distance.
"Zhang Meng, Ding Yi!"
