This figure's way of thinking can be said to be the same as Sherlock's, whether it is the spit in the previous sentence or the middle wind in the second sentence.

But the more he resembled, the clearer his perception of himself became, and his conjectures about these creatures and even about the whole event became clearer.

"Then can you not kill me after answering your question, after all, even if it's fake, I want to live a little longer." Sherlock said with a wistful expression.

If even the way of thinking can be simulated, then his hidden virgin attribute should also be copied together, as long as he behaves pitifully, maybe he won't have to compete with this replica that is stronger than himself.

"See if your answer satisfies me?"

said so, but from the tone, you can clearly feel that the other party's mood has fluctuated, and this kind of game of deceiving yourself is quite interesting to play.

"Then first of all, you real people will get and improve when you kill us fakes, attributes." Sherlock said this slowly, tentatively.

Because he hasn't killed another self along the way, this conclusion is just his guess, and judging by the other party's reaction, he should not be wrong.

Of course, this speculation is not unfounded, whether it is the little white face encountered in the cave or the person in front of him are living examples.

"I know this setting myself, and I want to know about your origins and the secrets that this island hides."

"Don't worry, adventurer, I'll tell you all this." What follows is that Sherlock is both explaining to the other party and completely sorting out his own conjectures.

"A person's destiny is the process of a person's transformation in time and space."

"This process will not be a blank slate, it will be composed of all kinds of random variables, large and small, that is, chances, these variables and human will form a rich and colorful life."

"And when faced with a variable, make different choices, and your fate will go in 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 have developed from these choices are all intertwined?"

"You're saying you're just an extension of my choice." The figure said in astonishment.

The other party behaved in the same way as Sherlock reacted when he first thought of this set of fate-related theories, and he couldn't believe it at first, but more and more facts turned out that these people might really be themselves.

As long as the goddess of fate adds a few variables to each key point, she can derive different encounters.

Which fork in the road they went to, what quality and type of potion they chosen, these three variables are just their own voluntary choices, such as who gets out of the fog first, and other variables are completely beyond their control.

As for how many fate lines overlap in this labyrinth now, perhaps only the goddess of fate really knows.

"I've already 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 stepped back.

He had almost figured out the setting of this Starry Night Island by now, but he didn't have much clue how to get these intertwined fate lines back into his track, and he really wasn't in the mood to fight a clone at this time.

But things don't always go in the direction he wants, and he didn't take two steps before a sword flew past his ear and nailed to the trunk of a tree behind him.

"You should find a way to separate these fate lines now, you don't have to send me, I can walk alone." Sherlock put himself in his shoes.

"No, no, no, it's still you who is more important in comparison, after all, the fate line will always be separated......" The figure on the opposite side laughed self-deprecatingly, and then said word by word: "The chance to kill the deity may not be there again." ”

Whew-

A breeze blew, and the scene fell silent in an instant.

The two stood in place and stared at each other, both trying to find answers in each other's eyes.

"How did you come up with that?" Sherlock was the first to ask.

Jumping out of the complex setting of the fate line, since you are in the game, these clones must be made by the system.

For a more realistic gaming experience, the system will definitely not tell them their true identity, which is why the plot was so realistic before.

Now the other party can break through the limitations of the system and figure out the identities of the two, which is really surprising.

"Because, I can't think of it, I can't imagine the assumption that I'm fake, and that just proves the truth of that conclusion."

If Sherlock's previous melancholy was faked, the current tone of this figure is what a clone should have when he learns the truth.

Only those who are truly self-aware have the ability to doubt themselves, and the NPCs created by the system have high intelligence, no matter how real their behavior is, they are just artificial intelligence that cannot recognize themselves.

And this is precisely why Sherlock has always believed that he is the greatest reliance of the deity.

"In that case, do you have any necessary reason to organize me to leave?" He asked curiously, the system didn't even tell them their identities, and naturally there was no setting that they had to kill the deity.

"Yes, of course!" The clone's handsome face gradually became hideous.

"If you die, the fate line will overlap forever, and I won't disappear, and ......"

"I hate you so much, why, you-just-is-really-!"

The clone shouted the last word, and the black figure burst up with two cold lights.

"Groove!"

Sherlock is well aware of his abilities, and the Shadow Thorn at the limit speed is comparable to teleportation skills in a small area.

He directly gave up Yan Hui, who had already been pinched in his hand, and the double wall was protected on his chest, and a ball of cotton quickly swelled up from behind.

Hula!

-88，-45！

+27！

Two scimitars slashed through his body wrapped in cotton wool, and with the super strong natural armor provided by cotton defense, the damage was not too excessive, and with this force, he also managed to exit the opponent's attack range.

Transform into a natural - Shadow Cat!

As he retreated, he finished his form, and as soon as his feet touched the ground, he fled into the distance.

Meow!

With another cat meow, the same black shadow ran after him.

The two of them transformed into the same jungle cat, but Sherlock's attributes were much lower than this clone, and his speed was naturally slower than the other party, and he didn't have to open up much and was caught up in a few breaths.

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