This figure's way of thinking is exactly the same as Sherlock's, whether it's the complaint in the previous sentence or the second sentence in the latter sentence.￣︶︺
But the more similar they are, the clearer his understanding of himself becomes, and the clearer his conjectures about these creatures and even the entire incident become.
"Then you can answer your question without killing me. After all, even if it's fake, I still want to live a little longer." Sherlock said with a melancholy look on his face.
If even the way of thinking can be simulated, then his hidden Virgin Bitch attributes should also be copied. As long as he behaves a little more pitifully, he may not have to compete with this copy that is stronger than himself.
"Let me see if your answer satisfies me?"
Although he said this, he could clearly feel a slight fluctuation in the other person's mood from his tone. This kind of game of lying to oneself is quite interesting to play.
"Well, first of all, if you real ones kill us fakes, your attributes will be improved." Sherlock said this very slowly, and he said it while testing.
Because he has never killed another person along the way, this conclusion is just his guess, and judging from the other party's reaction, he must have guessed right.
Of course, this guess is not without any basis. Both the pretty boy encountered in the cave and the man in front of him are living examples.
"I know this setting myself. What I want to know is your origins and the secrets hidden on this island."
"Don't worry, adventurer, I will tell you all this." In the next words, Sherlock was not only explaining to the other party, but also sorting out his conjectures completely.
"A person's destiny is a person's process of transformation in time and space."
"This process will naturally not be blank. It will be composed of various large and small random variables, that is, opportunities. These variables, combined with human will, form a rich and colorful life."
"And when faced with a variable, if you make different choices, your destiny will take a completely different direction."
"Normally time is single-threaded, and you certainly can't see the consequences of making another choice."
"But what if the threads of fate that develop from these choices all intertwine?"
"You mean you are all just an extension of the choices I made." The figure said in shock.
The other party's reaction was the same as Sherlock's reaction when he first thought of this theory of destiny correlation. He couldn't believe it at first, but more and more facts proved that these people might really be themselves.
As long as the goddess of destiny adds some variables to each detail, she can derive different encounters with them.
Which fork in the road they took, and what quality and type of potion they chose, these three variables were just choices they made on their own initiative. Variables such as who would get out of the fog first were completely beyond their control.
As for how many lines of fate overlap in this maze now, perhaps only the goddess of fate really knows.
"I've told you everything you know, can you let me go now?" Sherlock said softly.
Seeing that the other party was still immersed in the facts just described, he slowly backed away.
He has almost figured out the setting of Starry Night Island now, but he still doesn't have much idea about how to get these intertwined fate lines back on his own track. At this time, he really is not in the mood to fight with a clone.
It's just that things often don't develop in the direction you want. Before he took two steps, a shuriken flew past his ear and nailed it to the tree trunk behind him.
"You should find a way to separate these fate lines now. You don't need to send me away. I can go alone." Sherlock said, putting himself in his shoes.
"No, no, no, in comparison, you are more important. After all, the lines of fate will always separate..." The figure opposite laughed self-deprecatingly, and then said word by word: "The chance of killing me is not necessarily
It will happen again."
call--
A gust of breeze blew by, and the scene fell silent for an instant.
The two stood there looking at each other from a distance, both trying to find the answer in each other's eyes.
"How did you think of it?" Sherlock asked first.
Leaving aside complicated settings like the fate line, since we are in the game, these clones must have been created by the system.
In order to have a more realistic game experience, the system will definitely not tell them their true identities, which is why we have such a realistic plot before.
Now the other party can break through the limitations of the system and figure out the identities of the two people. This is really surprising.
"Because, I can't think of it, I can't imagine the hypothesis 'I'm fake' at all, and this just proves the truth of this conclusion."
If Sherlock's previous melancholy was an act, the figure's current tone was exactly how a clone should behave after learning the truth.
Only those with true self-awareness can have the ability to doubt themselves. However, no matter how high the intelligence and true behavior of the NPCs created by the system are, they are just artificial intelligence that cannot recognize themselves.
And this is why Sherlock always believes that he is his greatest support.
"In this case, do you have any necessary reason to prevent me from leaving?" He asked curiously. The system did not even inform them of their identity, and naturally it would not implant any setting that required the death of the deity.
"Yes, of course!" The handsome face of the clone gradually turned ferocious.
"If you die, the lines of fate will overlap forever, and I will not disappear, and..."
"I hate you so much, why, you are the real one!"
The clone yelled the last word, and a black figure shot up with two cold lights.
"groove!"
Sherlock is very clear about his abilities. The Shadow Sting at extreme speed is comparable to teleportation in a small range.
He directly gave up Yan Hui, who had already held it in his hand, and put his double walls on his chest, while a ball of cotton quickly expanded from behind.
Hooray!
-88,-45!
27!
Two scimitars slashed through his body wrapped in cotton wool. With the super natural armor provided by cotton defense, the damage was not too excessive. Moreover, with this force, he successfully exited the opponent's attack range.
Natural transformation - shadow cat!
As he stepped backward, he finished changing his form, and as soon as his feet hit the ground, he ran away in the distance.
Meow!
As another cat meowed, a similar black shadow ran over.
The two of them had the same jungle cat transformation, but Sherlock's attributes were much lower than this clone's, and his speed was naturally a bit slower than the other's. The distance between them was not that far in a few breaths.
