"Who the hell are you? Do you know me?" I immediately changed my words and said, "No, it's not that you know me, you know another me."

"Aren't you the other one?" The man standing next to me replied.

"So you've really seen another me."

"Tell me, who the hell are you?" The man in the dark distance asked.

By their words, I can already be sure that they have seen another me, and that they have indeed characterized me as an impostor.

If my judgment is correct, then it can be proved that they have no ill will towards me. To think about it logically, they have seen another me, and they think the other me is the real me, so they will use violence to extract confessions from me here. Thinking about it from another angle, the other self has always been active in my identity, and I am a person from the Fa Qiu Sect, so when they come into contact with the other me, do they think that they are also fellow believers?

No matter how you think about it, they must be like-minded, but I don't know how they lived here, do they also know the secret of Baisha?

At the moment, I don't have time to think about such complex issues, and now all I have to do is prove that I am who I am, so that they will not embarrass me, and maybe help me save the little wolf.

I kept asking myself, what should I do, how can I prove that I am who I really are? It's a very strict question, and I don't even know how to prove that I am me.

Maybe this is the most terrible problem I have ever encountered, I never thought that I would have such a day, let alone that I would be like the real and fake Monkey King in Journey to the West, and I would have to go to great lengths to prove that I am the real me.

But fucking me and Sun Wukong are different, he is at least with the fake Monkey King, but what about me? I don't even know where the person who pretended to be me is, and there is no Buddha here, and no one can tell if I am true or not.

It occurred to me that I should say something about myself to prove who I am, so that they would be considered to be who I am.

But when I think about it, I find that there are too few things to prove myself, not that I have experienced fewer things, but that I don't know what I say before they believe it.

I thought, I can't start with my memory, those growing up experiences from childhood to adulthood can prove me, but that has to be talked about when, and it may not be finished for a few days and nights. Besides, even if I am willing to speak, people may not be willing to listen, and I wonder if they will end me before I finish speaking.

I realized that no amount of what I said was useless, they would just think I was lying and wouldn't believe what I was talking about. Now there's only one way, and that's to say something that they also know, and only by saying what they know, they're going to believe what I say.

But what do they know? I had no idea what they knew.

Now I can only pray that they don't know the other thing about me, otherwise I wouldn't be able to explain it with 10,000 mouths. But the damn thought about it was very ignorant of this prayer, and since everyone knew that the other one had a mark on his back, it proved that they had not only met, but had probably stayed together.

All of a sudden, I started to be afraid that they would ask me questions again, because I was afraid that they would ask about experiences that I didn't know, and that those experiences weren't what I experienced, and that they might know about those experiences, but I didn't.

For example: where did you take a bath in a certain month and year, and what did you do after taking a bath? Oh, my God! I don't know if the person who pretended to be me went to get a pedicure, or if he did something to move his muscles and bones after taking a shower. These are the things I don't know, but these things that I don't know determine that I am an impostor.

I was still trying my best to figure out how to fix the problem, but the man standing by was obviously impatient, and he began to beat the wood again.

"I beg you, can you tell me who you are? If you don't tell me who you are, it's hard for me to prove that what you see is false. "I really had no choice but to change my posture and beg bitterly.

I thought that if I changed my attitude, they would have a little bit of pity, but I was wrong, instead of having pity on me, they made me feel helpless.

"I know that you don't tell the truth so easily, but it doesn't matter, we all have time, you can not say it, and we will not kill you, but you will never leave here. It is necessary to tell you that the three people who came down with you can't stay here, there isn't so much food here, so I can only send them to another world first. ”

After the man in the distance in the darkness had finished speaking, the man standing next to me stopped knocking on the wood and walked towards the man, and the man began to move.

After listening to him, my brain exploded. I thought, three people, that means that the old prostitute has also been caught.

I knew they weren't lying, they weren't trying to scare me, but I could tell from the vegetable patch that there wasn't a lot of food here, so they would really do something to them.

"You can't do this, what I'm telling is the truth, they followed me to save people, they are innocent, I can sue you for anything you want to know, but I am really Luoquan, the one you know is an impostor, that is the stand-in that my senior brother found for me."

After I finished speaking, they still didn't stop, and still walked into the distance. Hearing the sound of their footsteps moving away, I really panicked, and shouted in the direction of their footsteps: "I tell you the purpose of my comedown, I came down not only to save people, but also to Baisha."

After hearing me say Baisha, the two of them stopped in unison, and I could hear that one of them was walking back.

At this moment, the panic in my heart is self-evident, I don't know what the consequences will be after I finish Baisha, but it is clear that my purpose has been achieved, and some of them have returned, which proves that my words are not in vain, and have attracted their attention.

The person who came back was the one who beat me, walked up to me, put a wooden head on my chest, and asked, "What else do you know?"

I could hear the man's tone of surprise as if I had touched the secret of their heart.

I was secretly happy in my heart, and my heart said, this may be a life-saving straw. But for now, I can only be sorry for the little wolf, after all, I promised him that I would never reveal the secrets of Baisha. But at this moment, I don't have a choice, not only to save myself, but also to save everyone, so I decided to reveal some secrets of Baisha appropriately.

"I know a lot, I can sue you, but you also have to sue me, who are you? What are you doing here? Is it also because of the white sand?"

In fact, I already have the answers to these questions in my heart, and I don't need to think about it to know that they must be related to the secret of Baisha here, I just want to see their reactions after listening to these questions. After all, I have to judge how much they know about the secrets of Baisha.