My doppelganger drama

Under the spotlight, matters concerning urban reconstruction and future planning were settled one by one.

How much of this pie is true or false depends on the city’s future progress.

Having said that, Wan Yi will definitely make his own cake.

It’s a good habit to make your own cake and eat it yourself, right?

The meeting ended and everyone left one after another.

After Wan Yi said goodbye to Chen Changcai, he prepared to leave alone. It was getting late after the meeting, so he didn't have to follow the Planning Department.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly met Huang Pu.

"You're still here." Wan Yi said.

Huang Pu was naturally present as a representative of Guiyi, and she also spoke at the part where the city and Guiyi were deepening their ties. Not long after the meeting ended, she had already removed her formal attire and put on black loose casual clothes.

Huang Pu didn't say anything, he just showed the scoring system.

The number above is "1".

Wan Yi was a little surprised: "It's actually a positive number. It's amazing."

"Is this the scoring system you set up? Why don't you even remember it?"

"Because I just randomly picked up the ratings when I had time. I haven't touched them for a long time."

Looking at Huang Pu's somewhat gloomy expression, Wan Yi changed his words as if nothing had happened: "Anyway, after reaching the positive number, matters related to human relations can be officially put on the agenda. Do you have any plans?"

After Huang Pu returned to the Pu family, Wan Yi originally thought that she would no longer care so much about the scoring system, but during this period she still maintained contact with Wan Yi and used her identity as Gui Ren to help him a lot.

Most points are earned this way.

"I can't ask for anything at all. I just came to take a look." Huang Pu spread his hands and said.

"Just call me if you want to see what I say, and Wanyi, who is closest to you, will respond to you."

"Sounds like a horror story."

"Just like?" Wan Yi calls himself a master of horror, and the effects of horror programs are still professional.

The two of them walked on the road, talking as they walked.

"You are so powerful. If you were a little more radical, this city would probably have been yours for a long time." Huang Pu said with his hands behind his back.

"Suppose everyone is me, and then, from beginning to end, you will have to repeat your lines with yourself from beginning to end?" Wan Yi said indifferently.

"Isn't this bad? Wouldn't it feel very safe?" Huang Pu asked.

"I admit that I have a strong desire to perform, and the behavior of the clones is an extension of some of my thoughts." Wan Yidao, "But what I want is just performance, not dominance."

Perform rather than dominate.

"I thought you were a puppeteer." Huang Pu looked at him and said slowly.

"I am the troupe leader, at best a director. I don't even have a complete script. I can't control every move of things, so how can I be a puppet?" Wan Yi said, "The actors on the stage are not just puppets to be manipulated, at least I am. thought."

"My rating for you has gone up."

“What use do your ratings do to me?”

Huang Pu smiled and said: "You seemed to have sent yourself to the Sinking Sky Island Group before."

"Yeah." Wan Yi stopped in front of a stall and responded while planning to buy a bowl of stinky tofu.

By the way, Chen Changcai said at the beginning that he was making stinky tofu, but in the end he never had the chance to taste it.

Wan Yi thought in his mind.

"I want it too." Huang Pu interrupted, "I'll treat you."

Wan Yi glanced at her and said nothing, which was regarded as acquiescence.

Huang Pu brought a bowl of stinky tofu and handed it to Wan Yi.

"Would you like to eat this?" Wan Yi asked.

"I used to eat high-end delicacies, but after I came back, I was affected by the color spectrum, and my taste became casual." Huang Pu blew a piece of stinky tofu to cool down and stuffed it into his mouth.

It always feels like she is alluding to the color spectrum to bring down the average of her family members.

Although chromatography is indeed a piece of crap.

Apart from being a key point for absorbing personality, it is completely useless by itself.

His temper is quite bad.

While eating, Huang Pu continued: "During this period, I confirmed that there is a high probability that a separate personality of mine is there in the sinking island group."

"So you still want my help?"

"Just confirm it for me, okay?" Huang Pu looked directly at Wan Yi.

Wan Yi thought for a moment: "The sinking island group is very large, and I haven't stabilized it yet."

"Just pay a little attention, I'm very optimistic about your ability." Huang Pu said with a smile.

"That's not impossible."

It wasn't an agreement that had to be kept, so Wan Yi agreed casually.

Let’s see which clone comes to mind and when.

Huang Pu nodded with satisfaction.

"Why are you obsessed with getting your separated personality back?" Wan Yi took the opportunity to ask a question.

"It should be a normal desire to want to make oneself whole again." Huang Pu thought for a moment and said, "Furthermore, my memory is in a mess here and there, so I also want to piece together my personality as soon as possible."

Wan Yi tentatively accepted this reason: "Then help me ask a question myself. You should have the answer here."

Huang Pu looked at Wan Yi, waiting for him to speak.

"Do you know the 'strength classification' beyond the number of qualitative changes?" Wan Yi asked.

"Um?"

"Recently, I have felt a little bit something different from simply absorbing fragments and causing qualitative changes. You should know about it." Wan Yi asked on behalf of Brother Modern.

Compared with Zhong Xuan, did Modern Brother simply lose a bit of power?

It is true that the symbol of the terminal spiral is very strong. Zhong Xuan may be about the same as the modern brother, but if you include this move, the modern brother loses.

Many Wanyi accompanied Hyundai Brother to review that game several times. There was always a feeling that Hyundai Brother seemed to have a chance, but would lose as long as he faced the Final Spiral.

A sense of abnormality lingers in the heart of modern brother.

"Oh, you should be referring to the 'field'." Huang Pu said.

"Field? Um, is it that kind of thing?" Wan Yi was a little confused.

"The performance is similar in some ways, but it is different from most familiar fields. The performance is not so cool. It targets people's consciousness and is more subtle." Huang Pu pointed at his head as he spoke.

Wan Yi frowned: "Can you explain it in a simple and systematic way?"

Huang Pu thought for a moment and said: "The use of one's own qualitative transformation is not just a straightforward route of developing abilities and increasing output. Of course, this is indeed a path, and 'field' is a shortcut. Use it well. Good words are the difference between an airplane and a bicycle.”

"The reason why fragments are called conceptual fragments is because in many practices, it is confirmed that they basically exist according to people's imagination. Even if the boundaries are extremely deep, even if it is unacceptable, they will not be completely Beyond human thinking." Huang Pu explained.

"Then you must have had doubts about how to subdivide the same concept into different levels? For example, the familiar fantasy creature 'dragon', the Western dragon, the Eastern dragon, the ordinary dragon, the mythical true dragon, and the ugly dragon A dragon-blooded creature, a powerful dragon god and dragon mother... the scope covered by a simple word 'dragon' is too wide."

"Isn't it the quality of the fragments that determines these?" Wan Yida said.

There is no strict classification of the quality of fragments. Basically, we can only judge the quality based on the source of fragments of the same type. The qualitative change caused by the dragon fragments produced by the Western Dragon is likely to be biased towards the Western Dragon, and the Eastern one is the Eastern one. Although the qualitative change or completion process will have different effects depending on the operator, the foundation will not change.

"From an objective point of view, it is indeed the quality of the fragments that determines these, but people actually have the ability to further change the scope of concepts. This is commonly known as 'field', but some people who are more middle-class call this state 'solipsism' ', although it is not widely recognized, I think it is more appropriate."

"Only me..." Wan Yi chewed on this word.

"If others think the weapon in your hand is not strong enough, then make the weapon as strong as you want within a certain range." Huang Pu said, holding up the wooden stick left over from eating stinky tofu in his hand.

"This wooden stick is indeed lethal, but for most people, it is just a simple dining tool. If you want to use it to fight, conventionally you can only add special effects to it to make it become Only by being hard and sharp can you defeat others.”

Hearing this, Wan Yi somewhat understood.

"But if someone can amplify the 'destructive' impression of the small wooden sign by everyone and even the deep environment within a certain range. And this part of the impression successfully overwhelms the other party's trust in one's own power, then the small wooden sign will be Can easily..."

Huang Pu threw all the wooden sticks into the trash can on the roadside.

"Kill all enemies."

Wan Yi thought for a while: "It feels like a stream of consciousness confrontation."

The confrontation between two impressions is like a debate.

The two argue with each other about the strength of a weapon, and the winner can turn his thoughts into "reality" to a certain extent within a certain range.

"Interesting." The clone immediately started to discuss.

"It's really interesting."

"In a sense, Brother Modern was frightened by Zhong Xuan's terminal spiral?"

"Hahaha! It seems to be true!"

"Huh?" Brother Modern probed his head.

"Ahem, it's nothing."

Brother Modern was sitting on a sofa at this time, smoking a cigar. After listening to Huang Pu's words, his brows were furrowed and his thoughts became more active.

In this way, he seems to have been amplifying the fear of firearms in the people around him to some extent. Is this a relatively superficial manifestation of the "field"?

No wonder Zhong Xuan would say that he had touched the edge a little bit, but there was obviously still a gap.

This 'field' is not as simple as opening a force field and drawing a circle in most works, because even now, modern brothers still have the feeling of being bound by that spiral, which is very uncomfortable.

"You don't seem to have had a few qualitative changes. Generally speaking, it takes at least five qualitative changes for a person to be able to experience this level of feeling." Huang Pu said.

"You yourself said it's normal."

Huang Pu nodded: "That's right, we can't use common sense to speculate. Did you know? In fact, I only have six qualitative changes in total, just referring to Huang Pu."

"Only six times?" Wan Yi was a little surprised. He thought it would be higher, although humans currently seem to have reached the end of eight times.

"It's just because I absorbed a very powerful fragment and cooperated with the field. Normal people can hardly raise their heads in my 'boundary' and can only be crushed." Huang Pu was a little proud.

"Within bounds?"

"When a field matures to a certain level, it will become a world. Regarding this..." Huang Pu thought for a moment, "I can't remember clearly. It happened naturally. The following ones are probably similar."

Wan Yi narrowed his eyes: "You can't figure out your own strength?"

"Our situation is special. Don't tell me, can you figure out your outrageous clone yourself?"

Wan Yi didn't answer and glanced at her: "No wonder he was beaten so badly by Coffin."

Huang Pu was immediately discouraged, and then suddenly realized: "That's right! That human-shaped vicious dog is yours! It's called Kefen, right? Can you take care of your dog?"

"The fact that he didn't penetrate the island is proof that I'm trying hard to hold him down." Wan Yi replied with a smile.

"I'm sorry to trouble you about my split personality. I'm going back to my job soon. I'm a little interested in some of the internal affairs of Guiyi Yiyi." Huang Pu did not continue to insist, but instead said.

Wan Yi nodded: "I know, thank you for the stinky tofu, the rating has gone up."

Huang Pu took out the scoring system and looked at it, from one to five.

"Eh, how stingy."

"Do you want love?"