Chapter 421 The World Outside the Glasses

Zheng Xun and Zhao Ran started from the center line of the room and split into two sides, each responsible for one side.

They searched and communicated at the same time, one to share clues in time, and the other to prevent someone from disappearing in the middle of the process and the other being kept in the dark.

Third, because they were both talkative, one person could quietly find clues, but two people would feel uncomfortable without talking.

"That magic," Zheng Xun brought up the topic, "isn't it a bit too bloody? Can this thing be broadcast on TV, and broadcast to children?"

"It was only broadcast once, and then it was stopped. You and I happened to see it."

Zhao Ran's voice came from afar. His actions were always unexpected. He was climbing the wall at this moment.

"Were there only two of us who watched it? Didn't Cheng Jie watch it?"

"Cheng Jie doesn't watch TV. It's too noisy."

Zhao Ran turned his back to Zheng Xun, and he didn't know what he was doing. He answered while busy.

"He said that it was noisy enough to listen to the two of us talking. If he watched TV again, he was afraid that he would be annoyed to death."

"..."

Zheng Xun said he couldn't understand.

"He is the noisiest one, and he even complains about others being noisy?"

"Oh, Cheng Jie's personality is different from when he was a child. When he was a child, he was gloomy and deep."

"..."

Zheng Xun couldn't imagine a gloomy and cold Cheng Jie at all.

There was a moment of silence between the two, mainly because Zheng Xun couldn't respond to this.

But the silence didn't last too long, and the two chatterboxes soon started chatting again.

"By the way, Zheng Xun," it was Zhao Ran who started the topic again this time, "Do you remember when we went back to Xingfu Community before, you picked up a business card?"

"Is it... Qin Yi?"

Zheng Xun came to a white wax figure, which was sitting, hugging itself with its arms, and looked sad and melancholy.

"Yes, it's Qin Yi," Zhao Ran climbed down from one wall and climbed up another. Today, he was the most flexible monkey in the entire wax museum, "I didn't think of it before, but one day when I was watching a cartoon, I suddenly remembered this person."

Zheng Xun didn't expect Zhao Ran to have an impression of this person. There were too many emergencies before, and he had forgotten about the business card. He should have asked about Qin Yi.

"He is a well-known entrepreneur, a young and promising man," Zhao Ran took down a painting on the wall with skillful movements, "Of course he is also very rich, but he is relatively low-key, so there is little news about him. I remember that he seems to like to do charity..."

"Sounds like he is just a rich and good man?"

Zheng Xun summarized Zhao Ran's words.

"Yes, but it's more than that," Zhao Ran threw a bomb in a calm tone, "Zheng Xun, he is the 'uncle' you often mentioned when you were a child."

"...Huh?"

Zheng Xun, who was pulling the wax figure's hand, turned back suddenly.

Zhao Ran was still facing away from him.

"When you were a child, your parents were not around and no one took care of you. I asked you how you ate and lived, and you said you had a nanny, and your uncle often came to see you. I thought he was your real uncle, but he and you, it seems, have no blood relationship, just a friend of your parents."

Zheng Xun really didn't know this part, this was Zheng Xun's original memory.

Zhao Ran was still wondering.

"How come you, like Cheng Jie, don't remember anything?"

"Big brother, don't talk about second brother. Let's not blame each other for our memory..."

According to Zhao Ran, if Qin Yi is really the "uncle" that Zheng Xun often mentioned, then he should stand on Zheng Xun's side.

But...if he knew that the child he took so much effort to take care of was replaced by a person from another world, he would definitely do something for the original Zheng Xun.

Thinking like this...he and I are not on the same side.

Zheng Xun finally let go of the wax figure that was crying while hugging him. Just when he stood up, three more wax figures appeared around him.

White and looked particularly creepy.

The wax figures that appeared later seemed to be more and more complete.

Zheng Xun stared at these wax figures steadily. Somehow, an idea suddenly came into his mind.

"Zhao Ran..." Zheng Xun called out his companion's name, "Do you think these wax figures will suddenly come alive?"

"Huh? Don't be silly," Zhao Ran thought he was daydreaming, "I've cut open a few of them, and I didn't see anything unusual."

Zheng Xun didn't immediately respond to Zhao Ran's words as he did before.

He thought for a while, and silently tapped the screen of the bracelet with his fingers, dragged out the prop bar, and slid his fingers across the page to make a selection.

He slid all the way to the end, and the glasses icon was displayed on it.

——Mirror of Lies.

Zheng Xun took the prop out of the space. It was a pair of ordinary black-framed glasses. He looked very student-like when he put them on.

As for the purpose of the prop, the introduction said that it distinguished between copies and non-copies.

When I first got it, it was still in the Mingque building.

Zheng Xun tried it once, because he didn't see anything unusual outside the copy.

Now, he held the legs of the glasses with both hands and placed it firmly on his nose.

The glasses will automatically adapt to the player's eye degree. Zheng Xun blinked and waited for two seconds for the props to be set.

When he put on the glasses and looked at the wax figures around him, they were suddenly very different.

Those pure white wax figures suddenly turned into corpses with twisted postures!

They seemed to be tightly bound by the outline of the wax figures, their limbs were forced to twist into uncomfortable shapes, and their expressions were frozen in the most painful moment.

Zheng Xun was shocked and opened his lips slightly, wondering how all this happened.

Calm down——

Zheng Xun comforted himself in his heart. He couldn't panic and took a closer look.

He closed his eyes, stayed quiet for a few seconds, and then opened them again.

Nothing has changed.

Zheng Xun tried to understand what was happening in front of him. He turned his head slightly and moved his gaze to the ground.

The ground is red.

He looked away and looked at the wax figure in front of him again.

The wax figure is blue.

Now it is very clear that red and blue are the marks that distinguish copies from non-copies.

Now we need to determine which one is inside the copy and which one is outside the copy.

Zheng Xun preferred that the scene in front of him belonged to the copy, while the wax figure was a product outside the copy.

Just like the empty house magic that Zhao Ran said, these wax figures were transported here from another dimension.

If he thinks along this line of thinking, Zheng Xun can figure out the true origin of these wax statues.

They are those who failed to be transported, and this empty house is their destination.

Because the transmission failed, it was assimilated by the White Tower and became a decoration, integrating with the dungeon scene.

But after all, they are not the product of copies, so Zheng Xun's Mirror of Lies can easily detect the difference.

Thinking that he had almost torn the wax figure to pieces just now, and that Zhao Ran had disemboweled the wax figure, Zheng Xun silently apologized several times in his heart.

No matter what their reasons were, it was still unacceptable for them to join this experiment and end up like this.

Human life is the most precious thing. Zheng Xun, who has "died" once, understands this deeply.

The situation suddenly became complicated, and Zheng Xun planned to call Zhao Ran over to watch it together.

"Zhao Ran, I discovered something unusual, please come here."

Zhao Ran responded there, but didn't come immediately. Zheng Xun didn't hear the footsteps and doubtfully stretched out his upper body to look for someone.

"Zhao Ran, you..."

Zhao Ran is actually easy to find. He is behind a wax statue not far from Zheng Xun.

After hearing Zheng Xun calling him several times, Zhao Ran walked out from behind the wax figure.

"What's wrong, Zheng Xun? Huh? Why don't you speak?"

Zheng Xun wore black-rimmed glasses and his eyes were slightly widened.

In front of him was a blood-red color.

If Zhao Ran hadn't been moving around, he wouldn't have been able to distinguish him from the surrounding scenes.