At the flying speed of the shuriken, it takes less than a second to cover a distance of 200 feet.
With a muffled hum, Sherlock knew that he had not made a mistake in his judgment.
Then a black shadow flew out, and within three seconds it caught up with the troubadour who was running away with his butterfly legs activated, and drove his two scimitars into the opponent's body.
Ross's level of cloning is indeed very high. As long as he gets a part of the target's body, he can perfectly copy the exact same person. The level of simulation is so realistic that even if he turns on the truth vision, he can't tell whether it is real or fake.
The only failure was that the opponent should not copy Hui Feng. After all, the duplication technique could copy the appearance, but it could not copy the intelligence. It was impossible for Hui Feng's IQ and experience to make two such obvious mistakes in a row.
After killing another wave of people, Sherlock finally began to get tired of this endless encounter and killing. The key is that killing this kind of monster not only didn't drop anything, but he didn't even gain experience.
He is now extremely eager to unravel the secrets of this maze and even this island. But if he wants to unravel this secret, it seems that he can only start with these monsters.
But are these people really just monsters? He has killed so many along the way. Although each one has different variables, they all have a common characteristic.
That is, their acting skills are very good, and to be honest, they all seem to believe that they are real.
Just like Los and Fuyun who were fighting each other at the beginning, they really wanted to kill each other to confirm their authenticity.
Sherlock suddenly wanted to see what kind of action mechanism these... let's call them monsters for now.
He couldn't do this during the day, but it would be much easier when evening came and he could use shadows to sneak around unscrupulously.
And the moment the night really fell, a different kind of weirdness and fear descended on this huge maze.
…
A fire was lit in a cave.
The two people sat opposite each other next to the fire, their brows furrowed, as if they were thinking about something.
Finally, the troubadour couldn't help but said: "Fuyun, what do you think is going on with these monsters? We can't kill them all, and each one of them can completely copy our abilities."
"I don't know, but if it's fake, it's fake. If you dare to come, I'll kill you." The thief wiped his dagger and said coldly.
"Hey, I feel so confident when I say this now. When I met Sherlock just now, he ran faster than anyone else."
"snort!"
"I can't refute it, hahaha!"
"You have this time to laugh at me, why not think about what to do next time you meet Sherlock. I can run, but you may not even be able to escape."
"It's none of your business, I..."
The poet wanted to say something more, but the sound of heavy footsteps came in.
"Charge, it's Xiaobai!"
The sound of charging footsteps is slightly different from that of ordinary running, and among the five of them, only the soldier Xiaobailian knows this skill.
In less than a second, a barbarian wearing heavy armor rushed into everyone's sight.
This way of meeting obviously meant that the visitor was unkind. The poet retreated towards the rock behind him while playing Yading, while the thief walked around the side to meet him.
The strength of the three of them is actually about the same, so two versus one is a very stable situation.
But at this time, the warrior who came later showed a strength that was far beyond ordinary people. Like a madman, he smashed the boulder that was two people tall with his body, and then killed the bard who was hiding behind with a hammer.
The thief's dagger also took the opportunity to slash the warrior's back, but inflicted -22 damage.
"Tai!" This scream was not only for the terrible low damage, but also for the fatal whirlwind that followed.
He kicked off his feet and flipped backwards without hesitation. However, before he landed, the half-rotated giant hammer came out of his hands and flew over.
This sudden change of tactics was indeed unexpected. The thief was also beaten to pieces. He only survived by relying on the physical damage reduction effect of the power of shadow. He no longer wanted to fight and escaped in embarrassment.
"Hahaha, trash, look down on me, right?"
"Aren't you smart? Get up and fight me!"
The bonfire in the cave was swaying crazily, while a shadow under the fire held a giant hammer and kept hitting the ground.
Sherlock, who had been hiding aside, finally couldn't accept such a scene. He walked out gently, wiped off the liquid splashed on his face, and then disappeared into the night again.
And all this is just the beginning. The massacre in the maze is no longer just because of the authenticity of the identity. It seems that the evil thoughts in everyone's hearts have been inspired. What was originally just a joke, an unintentional mistake or a sudden idea has become a murder.
motivation.
What's even more ridiculous is that you may have seen two people killing each other a moment ago. Not far away, the same two people were leaning on a rock and thinking about life.
Sherlock finally realized that these people might not be monsters who turned into themselves. They seemed to be real people, his teammates.
They have independent ways of thinking and acting. They are also looking for the treasure of the Pirate King, and they are also identifying their teammates.
What is going on with this maze, or rather this island?
Who are these people?
And is he the real Sherlock?
Yes, after witnessing so many things, he couldn't help but think of this question, especially when he saw the figure under the tree who looked exactly like him and was killing people.
1V4!
The tacit understanding and orderly siege of Los, the pretty boy, Fu Yun, and Hui Feng did not pose any threat to the figure.
Sherlock believed that he could also achieve this level, but he was unable to deal with these four first-class professional players with only a Dusk Shuriken in 10 minutes.
"Why don't you come down yet?" The figure under the tree suddenly said: "Our perception ability is the same, and I am even stronger than you. Do you think you can hide it from me at such a close distance?"
Now that he was discovered, he stopped hiding and walked out of the forest calmly and said, "I just think such a meeting would be a little embarrassing!"
"Indeed, Li Gui will always be embarrassed when he sees Li Kui, but I am curious about what kind of existence you are." The figure said confidently.
"Oh, you just believe that you are true. Do you have any evidence?"
"No, there is no need. I believe that I am true, and I am true."
"Then you are really awesome. I don't know how you are going to deal with this fake me." Faced with this voluntarism, Sherlock could not refute it and could only say it with a sense of ridicule.
"Can I take your ridicule as envy and hatred?" The figure opposite smiled and summoned his own Dusk Shuriken, "Answer my question, or..."
