I scolded me, this is the thing standing in front of me, and I also scolded that I raised my right hand, and the other party also raised my right hand, this guy is like a mirror, no matter what I do, the other party will do whatever he does.

The problem is that when I throw a left hand, the opponent has a left punch from the same lane that hits me.

The two fists were together, and I felt extremely pain, and the other party kept rubbing his arm, and I am afraid that even the feeling was exactly the same as mine.

The phoenix couldn't help much next to me, and at first I could only shout Liuliu to cheer me on, but later, I couldn't tell which one was the real me and which one was fake My obvious phoenix eyes began to wander away from the two of us.

What's even more annoying is that the other one I kept showing a provocative look, as if he was clearly saying to me, come and hit me!

I laughed, and then walked over to my other self and said, "Every time I hit you, I feel pain, so does killing you mean that I am committing suicide?" ”

The other one I actually learned to speak, but this time instead of imitating me, he said to me in his own language, "You can try!" ”

The other party's eyes were full of provocation.

But I like it!

When the other party said this, I immediately picked up the peachwood sword in my hand, and directly stimulated the other party's throat, although the other self also lived the same action, but the other one, I didn't have a weapon in my own hand.

So when his hand reached out and wanted to hit me, the sword in my hand had already penetrated the other person's throat.

If this peachwood sword attacks a person's body, it may not be useful at all, but if it attacks the soul's body, it is another matter.

The other one had a frightened look in my eyes, as if looking at my throat in disbelief.

I smiled and said, "I just like your violent personality, not only do you look like me, but you also look a little like me!" ”

For my ridicule, the other self has no way to respond.

The other party looked at himself with incredible eyes, and then looked at me, and wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything, only to see the other party's body disappearing little by little.

At least I've lived for more than 20 years, and I can't see it?

The other party is just a fox and a fake tiger, and I don't know what kind of lonely ghost pretends to be me.

It's just a façade, and there's no ability at all.

Then he deliberately shouted at me, mistakenly thinking that I really didn't dare to do it, I just hated it, this kind of thing happened, the more it threatened me, the more I liked to turn over the table.

When the ghost was dealt with by me, I saw that there was a black iron cabinet behind the ghost, and on each box on the iron cabinet was a picture of a person.

To put it bluntly, this situation all looks a bit like a funeral home.

I looked at the photo after the photo and finally found the nickname, to make a picture of the vampire girl, I took the tin box out, and it turned out that there was such a worn-out notebook in the box.

The handwriting on the notebook was already illegible, and when I opened the notebook, I saw a page falling out of it.

I opened it and looked at it, and sure enough, it was the song sheet on it.

I immediately grabbed my things and ran back to the living room.

After that, I put this song score in front of everyone's eyes in front of everyone, I patted the conference table in front of me, and said to everyone: "You guys are really interesting, if people are shameless to a certain point, it is really speechless, can you take other people's works as your own, think you can smoothly become popular?" ”

Then I turned around, pointed to the agent and said, "I think you know what you did yourself, I know you don't know anything about this song, but something happened three years ago, I'm afraid you can't say you don't know anything!" ”

Most of the people present felt confused, except for the agent who showed a frightened look.

And everything that happened today is actually related to a case three years ago, when I said this, I dropped the song sheet, and then I saw that there was such a line of small words behind the song sheet, and on it was a font written by a girl with a beautiful pen.

Although it is very old, it can still be clearly seen, and it reads: "I give this song to my best friend, Vampire Ji!" ”

There is usually a very popular name among this girl, that is, to call a cute girl what a girl.

The name is actually of Japanese origin, and the word that follows it is not an insulting language, and is often translated into Chinese as princess, in other words, the pen name is given to a girl called the vampire princess.

I think everyone here knows who this vampire princess really is, that is the lead singer who left this society three years ago.

For this case, the person who is most concerned about is actually Ouyang Ping, Ouyang Ping walked over and asked: "What the hell is going on, do you mean that this song score was made by someone before, and then the current singing group copied it and used it as its own work, right?" ”

I glanced at Ouyang Ping, I didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, I had already explained this kind of thing, and I had to ask me.

I continued: "It can be said that the truth has now been revealed, but I want to start from the beginning with all the cause and effect that is happening here, and I hope that everyone can give me a face and listen to me slowly!" ”

It all started three years ago, when the music of this music club was a dark alternative song.

At that time, this kind of song was very popular, with an alternative theme, and it was all the rage and very eye-catching.

But there is no one in the world, this style cannot last long, after all, it is not the mainstream style, which the agent looks at very long-term.

So the agent proposed to change the style in the future and convert this alternative style into the popular style of young and beautiful girls.

At that time, most of the girls in the club agreed, after all, everyone didn't really want to be an idol when they came here, maybe some of them did have this dream at the beginning, but with the change of society, gradually, because of the drive of money, they had to change their style.

However, the following case has little to do with whether the club has changed its style.

At the time of this story, I had thought at one time that the change in style of the community was the starting point for this series of strange events, but in fact this view was wrong.

And the truth at first came from an agreement between several female members.