I tried to stabilize my emotions and remember if there was anything suspicious just now.

The expression on the little white face did not look like he was lying, and the voice from the fat man and the other "me" was also heard by me very well.

I seem to remember the strange things that Xiao Yue told me when she was bored.

One day there was a shooting abroad, but the camera in the house did not see any murderer, including the pistol that committed the crime.

The boy's parents were shot and killed, and even the police did not know where the bullets came from.

Until one day, a reporter wanted to investigate the matter and found the only remaining survivor, the little boy.

And the little boy actually mysteriously took out a box, and was not afraid at all in the face of strange reporters, and even showed off.

"There's another world living in it, and I can often see another home in the box, as well as my parents and myself."

After saying that, the little boy wanted the reporter to believe what he said. He actually took out a pistol from under his pillow and shot twice into the box.

Immediately after that, the journalist committed suicide in his own home.

Although this little story is a bit ridiculous, it is extremely scary to think about it, and people can't help but feel a chill down their spines.

If there really is a theory of interdimensional space and parallel world in this world, then am I still myself in the true sense of the word?

I was frightened by this thought of my own, and the three flashlights behind me couldn't help but approach, and there was no way back in front of me.

The silent little white face was on the verge of a mental breakdown, and my heart was blank when I looked at the road in front of me that I didn't know when it was blocked.

"No way, this can't be."

I gritted my teeth and strengthened the last vestige of faith in my heart, thinking that if there really was such a thing as a parallel world theory.

Why did he appear in the ancient tomb and let himself encounter it?

I turned around abruptly in the face of the footsteps from far to near, and for a moment the flashlight shone on me, that familiar and unfamiliar face. It made me even look white in my pores.

"How can you look exactly like me?"

This time it was another "me" who spoke first, and he was fully armed and exactly the same as when we first came down to the tomb.

"Are you a human or a ghost?"

I don't know why, but at this point, I gradually lost my fear, and the trio in front of me was shocked as if they had seen a ghost.

Except for me, the little white face looks the same, but the one next to me looks even more embarrassed and depressed.

"It's impossible, what the hell is going on, in the end are you Ganzi or I am Ganzi."

The familiar and unfamiliar fat man in front of him was relatively calm, he did not directly suspect my identity but thought about whether there were any mistakes along the way.

Or maybe something isn't quite right.

I thought to myself, if this guy knew, in fact, he had another "self", he would definitely be as uncalm as us.

"Until things are clear, let's not move around, everything must have a basis and make sense."

It was the fat man in front of him who spoke, but this sentence was invisibly recognized by me, and the fat man seemed to be a little suspicious of his partner.

It's just that he didn't say it directly, after all, the two people are so similar, they are simply carved out of a mold.

"Otherwise, I'll call you A and B, don't run around until the matter is clear, or don't blame the fat man for being ruthless."

After speaking, the fat man in front of him pulled out the dagger on his waist, and his action instantly attracted another "me" scolding.

"What the hell are you talking about, you have forgotten all the experiences of Lao Tzu and your exploration of the tomb of Panshan Chuang Yuan, and you are actually suspicious of me now?"

I looked at the team in front of me that was almost split, and I kept silent, and I really didn't even make the same move as the other one in front of me.

But I vaguely noticed a difference, that is, this person talks a lot, and the real me is a person who likes to keep things in his heart.

I won't say it unless it's a critical moment, and that's what makes me different from him.

The originally broken and dying team has once again become a group of five, but this time it lacks Long Zai and Uncle Nine.

In the dim light, I continued to walk the same path as I had traveled before, only this time I didn't encounter the "merfolk" and mutant spiders.

From time to time, the fat man would come up with some questions about the memories to test the two of us, but this guy was always answered.

He could even remember the little things that I almost forgot.

He called me Ganzi A, and I called him Ganzi B.

"I don't seem to be so scared anymore, this person has almost the same memory and personality as me except that he looks exactly like me."

In normal times, we would definitely become confidants.

Before I knew it, the little white face suddenly came to my ear and said such a sentence.

In the dim light, the road under his feet became narrower and narrower, as if he didn't remember that the team had walked here, and his heart gradually became interested.

In fact, it is not a bad thing to have one more person who is exactly like you, but it all happened too suddenly and weirdly.

I was caught off guard.

After a few more steps, I could finally conclude that it was a grave road that I had never walked before, and that the walls on both sides of the road were full of traces of artificial excavation.

The marks of the axe and knife were reflected on the stone wall, and then two or three strangely shaped skeletons suddenly appeared in front of the road.

Looking at the clothes they were wearing, they were very old, and the utensils in their hands proved that they were once the identity of the ancient inverted masters.

I just don't know why I died here, but I can't help but encounter the same strange thing as me.

I speculated about the cause of death of the skeletons in front of me, and the fat man walked to the front of the line with a flashlight to separate us.

The three of them also deliberately tied a red rope around their wrists, and we looked like bereaved dogs at this time.

I don't know when the wound on my leg actually grew a small bump, accompanied by some itching, but it didn't hurt so much.

I stopped suddenly, as if remembering something, and then looked at the back in front of me and asked.

"Do you remember the days when Xiaoyue was a doctor in a mental hospital?"

I had been thinking about it for a long time before I asked this question, because I found that there was a very strange thing about the question that the fat man tortured us before.

That is, I didn't bring Xiaoyue.

He knew the story of me and Xiaoyue at the beginning, how could he not mention such an important matter?

"Xiao Yue... What Xiaoyue. ”

Unexpectedly, this time it was not only the "Ganzi A" who turned around, but even the fat man who was exactly the same as my impression also turned his head.

The two men looked back at me with puzzled expressions, and I was a little overwhelmed for a moment.

"What do you say... What Xiaoyue. ”