In a kindergarten somewhere, a group of babbling children were studying with the teacher.
Reading is the job of primary school teachers. Most kindergarten teachers teach basic methods of understanding the world and correcting bad behavioral habits. It may seem easier, but because children of this age have not formed a very complete outlook on life.
, so some inadvertent little actions by adults will cause children to imitate them, so the requirements for teachers are more stringent.
The teacher in an apron is teaching the children to identify various animals. She is very patient and the children also read along. At the same time, she uses various photos and videos to give these children a preliminary impression of the world.
What the teacher didn't notice was that besides the children who were only a few years old, there was also a young and beautiful girl sitting in the classroom.
She looked at the picture on the projection screen with great interest, just like other children who were curious, and nodded from time to time.
She is not a teacher, nor is she a parent, let alone a student.
The classical music bell rang, and the class was over. The children stayed in the classroom and sat quietly. They were not old enough to whisper to each other. Many introverted children only stared at the toys or plasticine in their hands.
Looking at these children, I feel quite satisfied.
A child's heart is pure, like a piece of white paper. For Leopard, who can absorb the emotions in people's hearts, it is like rare boiled water, and it is good to drink it.
She walked out of the classroom and went to the kindergarten slide, where she competed with several children and sat on it twice, feeling very happy.
Suddenly, Baopao saw someone standing in front of him.
The other person was wearing a kindergarten teacher's apron, with his hands behind his back. He came over with concern, bent down slightly, and asked.
"Kid, what are you doing here?"
The other party's voice was soft, like a gentle mother.
"Play on the slide."
Leopard tells the truth.
She found that all the children, teachers, and cleaning ladies in the playground were surrounding her.
If it were another situation, this might seem a little weird and dangerous.
But Baopao saw that all the teachers, children, and cleaning aunts all had the same face as him.
Whether it is the little girl wearing a plain dress, the little boy wearing suspender jeans with his hair slicked back, the cleaner sweeping up fallen leaves with a broom, or the young teachers looking after the children, they all have the same face as Leopard.
All the "Leopards" took out knives from various places around them at the same time, from their pockets, in the sand, and from toys, and rushed towards the real Leopard.
They all wore kind smiles, but their hands did not relax at all.
In an instant, Leopard was surrounded, countless hands grabbed her, and countless blades scratched her body.
Her fair skin was scratched, hot blood gushed out from her blood vessels, and mottled scars appeared on her beautiful face. Leopard fell to the ground and was repeatedly stabbed in the chest and abdomen with knives by several children who looked like her.
He made a whimpering sound, but his throat had been cut open and blood foam blocked his trachea, making him unable to breathe and unable to speak a complete sentence.
"It worked!" "We succeeded!" "We killed her!" "Not enough!" "Not enough, not enough, not enough!" "I don't feel any change in myself." "I'm hungry."
I get it, we need more."
The Leopards discussed it over and over, and finally all looked at Leopard's body.
Many leopards and leopards gathered around the corpse, like primary school students sitting around a barbecue grill during an autumn outing, staring at the sizzling and greasy barbecue on the grill with their eyes wide open.
While they were busy, many leopards came in from outside the kindergarten.
One of the leopards followed the other leopards curiously. Seeing the bustle in front, he asked.
"What are you doing? It seems very interesting."
"We just killed our original body and are absorbing her power."
A Leopard replied patiently.
"I'm so hungry. I really want to eat. When will it be my turn?"
Another Leopard looked at the numerous Leopards in front and complained.
"It's so good, I want it too."
The Leopard who followed squeezed into the crowd and came to the middle, where he saw the remains of a pile of remains with no bones left, only a few rags.
"No, you don't have anything left?"
She looked at the leopards in surprise.
"It's too much."
"Are you not us?"
Suddenly, a Leopard with blood oozing from the corner of his mouth looked at that Leopard.
"What are you talking about? I am you."
Leopard said matter-of-factly.
"She is us." "No, she smells different." "Who are you?" "You are not us." "Who is she and how did she get in?" "Is she real?"
Impossible, we have really killed her." "She is fake!" "Then who is she?" "Who is she?"
A group of Leopards were whispering to each other, discussing the identity of Leopards.
"Me? I'm a charcoal-grilled salt and pepper seal?"
Leopard showed a sly smile.
The next moment, the movements of all the "Leopards" present were frozen.
They were like puppets without their operator, their heads and hands drooped, motionless.
"Interesting, it refers to the most worthy of imitation, but it has no corresponding power, just like a child."
Leopard came close to a "Leopard", observed the other person carefully, and even took the other person's hand to check.
"As expected of me, she's so cute."
She looked at her own face infatuatedly for a while, then pinched the other person's soft face.
"It's a pity that I chose the wrong target."
Instead of continuing to play with people who looked exactly like him, Baopao came to the lunch break room of the kindergarten and saw all the children and teachers locked up here. These people looked at Baopao in horror, with his mouth covered and unable to speak.
sound.
"It's okay, it's okay. If you were a little more scared, I'd quite like it."
Taking a breath of fearful air, Bao Bao guessed that those clones were worried that killing people would arouse their vigilance, so they didn't do anything. It wasn't out of compassion or kindness.
At this moment, Bao Bao's cell phone rang.
She thought for a while and then noticed that it was her ringtone. She picked up the phone and discovered that it was Lu Tian's call.
"Hey, why do you want to find me?"
After answering the phone, Bao Bao asked.
Although it's a bit outrageous that Lu Tian could call him to find him, but considering that there were so many selves trying to assassinate him just now, in comparison, it's normal for Lu Tian to have his own phone number.
"I was attacked by you just now. To be precise, it should be your clone."
Lu Tan didn't even exchange pleasantries. It was too hypocritical to ask an incarnation of an alien god if he had eaten and if he was in good health. He didn't have the time and went straight to the point.
"What a coincidence, I was also attacked. Do you have any pigs?"
Bao Bao, who is good at surfing the Internet, asked immediately.
"Maybe, probably, maybe, it does have something to do with me."
Lu Tan replied.
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