One Thousand Eight Hundred and Ninety-Nine Comparison

Since Lin Sanjiu fell down, she has seen many copies with different appearances, but this is the first time she has seen such a shabby one.

Killing Hotel said that those who exist in this space are the "incarnations" and "characters" of the copy, which is equivalent to condensing and refining the nature of the copy and forming a human form - maybe he has not thought of being a copy. What will it look like when there is nothing to mention or refine in the copy?

Lin Sanjiu lowered his head and looked at the broken thread on the ground outside the parking lot that was dyed khaki by the sand. For a moment, he couldn't say anything.

It was wrapped in a thick layer of dust and half buried in the sand, as if someone had plucked it from the clothes. It was as inconspicuous as it could be. If she hadn't been staring at it carefully just now, it wouldn't even be visible. You'll realize there's an extra thread here.

"Meeting an old friend in a foreign country?" She asked again hesitantly, "Is it...is it you?"

If the thread does not move, the thread will naturally not speak.

Every time Lin Sanjiu asked, she felt that she sounded a little more stupid.

"Meeting an old friend in a foreign land" seems to be a crooked and crude line. It feels that the body does not have much weight. The weight of the "character" it forms should not only be lighter, but also so light that even Killing Hotel cannot feel it. , how complicated can the appearance be?

It should be the virtue in front of you.

It's a pity that she couldn't feel the weight of the copy. She just remembered that there were no threads on the ground, so she asked tentatively - now thinking about it, she was probably squatting on the ground talking to a garbage.

Lin Sanjiu was almost desperate. He stretched out his arm and asked, "Are you a copy? Are you a copy? This thing on my arm is——"

Before he finished his sentence, the thread half buried in the soil suddenly arched up slightly.

...It was as if he was reacting to her arm.

"There was no wind just now!" Lin Sanjiu was excited, "You are indeed 'meeting an old friend in a foreign land'!"

The thread bent a little, and an extra length of thread was pulled out from the sand. Now it is a longer thread; but for Lin Sanjiu, it was meaningless.

Even though Killing Hotel's intentions towards her have changed, what they said before was not a lie. The non-humanoid copy cannot communicate with words, and she cannot use the communication channels of the copy. For a moment, everyone stared blankly, not knowing what to do.

Lin Sanjiu said tentatively: "Let me ask the question. If the answer is yes, you move. If the answer is no, don't move."

The thread pulled itself out of the soil a little more, and seemed to agree - it seemed that it would soon form a small, palm-sized "meeting an old friend in a foreign land".

"You felt my presence as soon as I dropped, didn't you?"

The thread moved.

Lin Sanjiu thought about it and said, "Could it be that... you have been getting closer to me during this time?"

Her reasoning was in good shape today, but the thread moved again.

When he met an old friend in a foreign land, he didn't even have legs, so he could only walk like an earthworm. It took so long to finally catch up. It was really hard for him. It's just that the following doubts are difficult to confirm with "yes" and "no". For example, why did an old friend in a foreign country come to see her?

Why is it that even though the friend I met in a foreign land is in this space, other copies still mistake Lin Sanjiu for it?

Logically speaking, such a shabby copy should be rare.

We can leave everything else aside for the time being. The most important question is - "Can you rescue me?"

Lin Sanjiu waited for a long time, but the thread remained motionless.

If you can't save her, what's the point? Meeting an old acquaintance in a foreign land, it didn't look like he could catch her and get a piece of the pie.

"Wait," she suddenly thought of a question, "are you unwilling?"

The thread didn't move.

"You can't do it?"

There is a waist sunken in the middle of the coil - because there is still a little bit pressed by the sand, the shape is exactly like a heart.

"There's no need to say the bad news so enthusiastically," Lin Sanjiu sighed. "Then what are you here for?"

She knew that the other party couldn't answer, but meeting an old friend in a foreign land couldn't save her anyway, so it didn't matter whether he answered or not, so she just tried to talk happily and poured out all the questions in her mind. Meeting an old acquaintance in a foreign country seemed to be a bit confused by so many questions. He twisted and bent a few times from time to time, not knowing what it meant.

As he spoke, Lin Sanjiu's voice became softer and softer, and finally stopped talking.

She sat cross-legged on the edge of the parking lot. The ground outside was only an arm's length away from her, but she couldn't reach out.

"I originally thought that you have been quietly following me and Killing Hotel because you have the ability to be an oriole... I thought that as long as I separate the two copies of them, I can create an opportunity for you."

She held her chin, doubled over in frustration. Good thing now, not only can I not get out, but the puppet master may also be involved - in this space, no matter how powerful the puppet master is, it is meaningless. It can't withstand the dungeon's raising of a hand .

"Why do you come to me if you can't do anything? To catch me?"

The thread lay smoothly in the soil.

"To watch the fun?"

Meeting an old friend in a foreign land is like a piece of garbage resigned to its fate, motionless.

"Or, I am also your old friend, and you are here to see your old friend?" Lin Sanjiu smiled, although there was not much smile - the next second, her eyes widened.

Thread head raised its head in the air and then fell down again.

... Co-authored "Meeting an Old Friend in a Foreign Country" Will he be influenced by himself and be attracted to the "old friend"?

She stared at the thread for a few seconds. It was okay when I didn't understand it. After I figured it out, I felt more and more that this guy was like a waste.

Is there any copy that cannot escape its own influence? Isn’t this the same as a lake park drowning in its own lake?

"Then let's go," she sighed one after another, "I don't know when those two copies will come back... Although you are still a copy, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net Logically speaking, there should be no danger. But who knows… There’s no need to take unnecessary risks.”

The thread paused for half a minute this time before finally hesitatingly pulling itself narrow and long.

It may have worked very hard, but it was just a coil. Lin Sanjiu couldn't see anything: "Breadstick? Oval? Zero? Oh, the lines are all attached... is it one?"

When I heard "one", I suddenly moved when I met an old friend in a foreign country.

What is it?

Lin Sanjiu knew it had something to say, but she was disappointed and frustrated at this moment. No matter what she had to say when meeting an old friend in a foreign land, she didn't think this thread would be of any use. She stared at the "one" on the ground expressionlessly and said, "I don't know——"

Before the word "white" came out of her mouth, she suddenly felt something strange.

It was as if the water waves were blown away with one breath, and the originally tightly closed surfaces were gently opened from the heaven and earth surrounding this space. She jumped up from the ground, and for a moment she didn't know where the feeling came from, let alone which direction to look at. After Lin Sanjiu turned around several times, his eyes finally fell into the distance. At this time, she was stunned.

She looked at the thread and then at the figure in the distance.

"The one you mentioned...are you referring to another old friend?"

Both ends of the coil curve upward at the same time, like a smile.