Chapter 355: Searching For

The ward was very quiet.

Zheng Xun stopped, turned around, and looked at the person on the bed again.

The latter started coughing again, and this time the cough was more severe, and it took a long time to recover.

Zheng Xun looked at him coldly, without any intention of going forward to help.

"With your body, you still want to go out?"

He didn't mean to be sarcastic, but just stated the facts.

The other party finally stopped the discomfort in his throat and held the quilt tightly with both hands.

Because the coughing was more violent, his face began to turn red.

He met Zheng Xun's eyes, still with that gentle smile.

But because of the nasty words he said just now, Zheng Xun now felt that his face was hateful.

"My body will get better."

"Just 'get better' is not enough. If you want to replace me, at least your physical strength can support the completion of a copy."

Zheng Xun was still giving him advice seriously.

"I don't need to enter the dungeon," the person on the bed lowered his voice, "I just need to wait, wait for them to send you to the throne."

He turned his eyes to the window, where there was only a soft white light and no scenery.

"Then, I can take over that position. As for what happens next, I can choose to end my player identity and no longer enter the dungeon. That's too dangerous for me. I just want to enjoy the reputation and popularity and become a legend...

Or, even if I have to enter the dungeon, I don't need to go there in person. Just make another copy of you, it's a simple thing."

At this point, he seemed to have a new idea.

"If you want, you can continue to play the dungeon, and I will live outside the White Tower for you."

He was even very considerate of Zheng Xun.

"I know you are not good at dealing with these."

Since Zheng Xun entered this room, there has been no extra expression on his face.

Even if these topics are about his own affairs, Zheng Xun's expression is indifferent.

Until he heard the thoughtful consideration of another Zheng Xun, he laughed as if he heard a funny joke.

"You seem to be very confident about replacing my existence, but if I kill you here, your dream will be shattered."

"You think too simply. Since I can appear in front of you, it means that I have made all the preparations."

The other "Zheng Xun" is calm.

"You killed me here, but it is not the real me, it is just an illusion of me."

"Illusion, substitute, replica..." Zheng Xun recited these words one by one, "You have come up with so many names."

"This is meaningful to me."

"It is meaningless to me," Zheng Xun shrugged his shoulders, "Zheng Xun is just a name, and I am me. No matter how I was born, I already exist. I only care about this one thing."

"I don't understand," the person on the bed looked at Zheng Xun with an inquiring look, "You already know that you are just a replica, how can you be so calm?"

"First, I don't believe what you said. Second, the replica is just your definition of me, and I don't agree with it."

Zheng Xun is going to leave.

But before leaving, he wants to do one more thing.

He walked to the bedside, stared at "Zheng Xun" on the bed, and stretched out his hands.

Then he strangled his neck.

"Really unkillable? Let me try."

The other Zheng Xun smiled and looked up.

"Okay, it's true that he can't be killed."

No matter how much force he exerted, the man's expression did not change at all.

In this case, there was no need to continue.

Zheng Xun turned around and left again, and he was not stopped until he reached the door.

But when he was about to go out of this door, he saw "Zheng Xun" in a hospital gown in the corridor.

After coming out of the white room, without that layer of filter, "Zheng Xun" also became less approachable.

Behind him was the blood moon.

"I think I should take you to see something so that you can better recognize the truth."

"Thank you for the invitation, but I decline. I don't want to go."

Zheng Xun turned around and was about to leave.

But this is the other party's territory, and he was not willing to let Zheng Xun go easily.

Zheng Xun clearly remembered that he had turned around and continued to walk deeper into the corridor.

But when he took the first step, the scene around him suddenly changed.

This is a room...similar to a laboratory. The tall culture container was filled with blue nutrient solution, and tubes of varying thickness extended upward from the top of the container, like gray snakes crawling on the wall.

Such containers were arranged in two rows, facing each other and placed close to the wall, extending all the way. Zheng Xun didn't know how big the room was, nor how many containers there were.

He just looked at the "people" in the container.

30 years old, 20 years old, 50 years old, 10 years old, 1 year old...

Different ages, different forms, sleeping and floating up and down under the nutrient solution.

These people soaking in blue water... are all him.

"These are the same existence as you."

"Zheng Xun"'s voice suddenly sounded behind him. Zheng Xun turned around and found that the other party had also come here.

"Look at 'you' yourself, you should be a 20-year-old adult body, directly thrown into the White Tower world."

"Where is this place."

Zheng Xun asked, but the other party avoided the question and asked him back.

"Zheng Xun, you should have thought about why only you have the simulation function and why you have the qualification to travel through time.

It’s not about how lucky or special you are. You are just one of the hundreds of copies that were thrown into the world of the White Tower, but you live longer and have not yet reached the point of being scrapped. "

"Zheng Xun" gently placed his hand on the wall of the container, stroking the cold surface.

"You don't want to accept the reality, but this is the reality. Although you can still survive, this is the second time you have entered the dungeon of the Seventh Hospital, and you have reached the fifth floor."

"...Besides you, a talkative guy like you, what else is so special about the fifth floor?"

"Zheng Xun" looked into Zheng Xun's eyes.

"The fact that you are here means that you have reached the end."

Zheng Xun opened his lips to say something, when a flat container suddenly appeared on his right side.

Unlike those glass containers filled with nutrient solution, this one only maintains a fresh supply of oxygen.

There was a man lying flat in the container. His face was familiar, but he was just another Zheng Xun.

"He is not Zheng Xun."

The person who led him into the room suddenly spoke. Zheng Xun raised his eyes and found that the other person was standing on the other side of the container at some point.

He put his hand on the container, but immediately passed through it. It seemed that it was just a projection and could not be broken or destroyed.

"He is Zheng Xun, looking for Xun.

Linxun Mansion was originally built for him. "