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The third young master turned his head and smiled at me.
What happened next, I can’t remember clearly..."
As the woman opened her mouth and spoke, Su Wu saw some severely distorted and doubled images in the transparent shadows that made up 'her':
In the deep main hall.
A man wearing a melon cap and a rat tail sat in the main seat. On the wall behind him, ancestral tablets were arranged like stairs going down. The man was stroking his beard and looking in front of him.
At the door of the hall, a boy with a lock around his neck stood there with his head held high.
Next to the boy, there was another man holding a tray, taking a bunch of keys from the tray, and shouted something to the men, women, old and young who gathered outside the hall.
Then, the man took the key and opened the lock.
Finally, the image faded.
"You are a human, how can you be a lock?" Su Wu asked the old woman.
"Um, a human being?
Are you human?" The old woman's eyes were empty.
She repeated Su Wu's words doubtfully, and her own figure, enveloped by the various haloes of light, trembled a few times, and then dissipated.
Su Wu looked at the tall man in the transparent compartment surrounded by various colored nimbus. A layer of roulette wheels also appeared in his eyes. When the layers of roulette wheels continued to shrink, the old woman's figure had disappeared.
, appeared in his eyes again - that figure standing blankly opposite the 'tall man'.
The living corpse bearing Zhu Yuming's body looked at the tall man with an increasingly cold expression.
At this time, Su Wu said: "Look at you now, how similar are you to this 'Wang Fuying'?"
As he spoke, mirrors suddenly hung around the 'tall man'. The true appearance of 'it' was reflected in the mirror. It glanced at itself in the mirror and suddenly laughed coldly and resentfully!
It stared at Su Wu, who seemed to be outside and inside the halo, and its smile was full of profound malice!
On the data record form, observers generally rated the living corpse of "Zhu Yuming" as "relatively gentle and able to communicate", but now he showed a different side!
"Your sanity comes from your memory.
Your memory comes from the person you are imitating." Su Wu looked at the living corpse in the compartment. On the other person's more resolute face, there was a smile full of resentment and malice, like a person who had been snatched away.
The same expression on the face of a gloomy child who has lost his favorite toy!
"Wang Fuying's memory has fallen away from you.
It seems that your current memory is inherited from the third son of the Zhou family during the round lock ceremony?" Su Wu once again touched the red pen on the Bagua copper plate in his hand!
The 'tall man' in the compartment was shaking violently, and slightly transparent shadows fell off his body!
Those shadows came together to form a well-dressed child with a lock around his neck!
Su Wu stared at the child, and saw some other severely distorted and double images in the child's figure - the middle-aged man with a goatee who was sitting in the main hall, opened the door and walked in
In a dark house with scattered light and dust.
Behind him was an old woman.
That old woman, neatly dressed and with a stooped back, was exactly the same image of Wang Fuying from before!
With a humble and flattering smile on her face, 'Wang Fuying' looked at the person on the bed, bowed and said: "Third Young Master, from now on, I will use my forehead to decorate your daily life..."
The old woman raised her head and smiled flatteringly again.
There was a malice hidden in the smile that made the 'Third Young Master' on the bed tremble slightly!
The image is broken.
The child's figure also disappeared in an instant.
In the transparent compartment, the 'tall man' stood there, like a clay doll.
Although his face is expressionless, the combination of his facial features and body shape always inadvertently reveal a kind of malice that makes one's heart tremble, just like an ordinary person in a wax museum who, at a certain moment when he looks back inadvertently, sees
In the corner, there is a smiling wax figure looking at myself!
He is 'dead', like a decoration.
But it makes people feel that he may come back to life at any time!