My doppelganger drama

"The reason that is driving you to continue now seems to be no longer just to have better conditions for yourself." Just after the tent became completely quiet, the double voice of the coffee machine sounded again.

"That was my original intention, but as I gradually continued to do it, I unknowingly got more for myself."

"Is this suicidal?"

"If I fail, that's it. But if I succeed, it doesn't matter whether I live or not. I can help others live towards death." Shen Yuezhi was in a calm mood.

The coffee machine was silent for a moment: "Are there many people like you among humans?"

Shen Yuezhi suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and his hands were a little at a loss: "There should be a lot of them, everyone just lacks an opportunity to do it boldly."

"..." The coffee machine fell silent.

"If I succeed, can I make you change your mind?" Shen Yuezhi asked curiously.

"The person I am observing is not just you, but a group of people centered on you and even the entire current situation. The group of spiders and the people above this city are all covered by this."

"That's right." Shen Yuezhi said understandingly.

"However, perhaps your behavior can indeed be regarded as a reference."

Shen Yuezhi looked happy.

Although he still has doubts about this coffee machine that claims to have the ability to determine the survival of mankind, Shen Yuezhi still has awe of most things in this world.

The coffee machine is not difficult to talk to, and even makes an excellent companion when it comes to topics that are not too in-depth.

Although it is just a coffee machine, it has a considerable level of knowledge reserve. Chatting with it is like meeting an unknown, but well-read and thoughtful netizen.

He didn't know what the coffee machine was thinking, but Shen Yuezhi still regarded him as a friend.

It may have dangerous ideas, but if he can make some efforts to correct these ideas, it should be better.

"However, my origin is by no means a 'good thing' in human terms." The coffee machine added again.

"My final judgment may still be inevitably biased towards the end of destruction. This world is not friendly to humans. If I say that the world after destruction will be better, what would you think?"

Shen Yuezhi shrugged and said without hesitation: "Even if it is really better, most people definitely don't want to be destroyed."

"Ugly pleading and struggling will lead human beings to the other extreme. People can only rely on mutual restraint to ensure that evil will not break out, but goodwill can only be spontaneous."

"Yes, but what can we do? Human beings are just a group of ordinary but extraordinary beings."

"Many aspects of physical and chemical reactions allow human life to stand on the earth. It is indeed a remarkable thing." In this regard, the coffee machine gave affirmation.

"Do you have a companion?" Shen Yuezhi asked curiously.

"Yes, they are observing people in this city, but I am different from them, so I cannot get along with them for the time being."

"Why?"

"They will interfere with my judgment. The reason why I am a leader is that I can look at you from a relatively objective perspective for the time being, but my compatriots cannot for the time being."

"They already have a position." Shen Yuezhi thought clearly.

"Yes, so I need to be clear about my thoughts." The coffee machine said calmly.

After a long silence, Shen Yuezhi suddenly realized that the coffee in the cup had been finished.

"Please give me a refill."

"Still black coffee?"

"Can you make a latte?"

"It's not impossible."

…

Just when the outside world was in full swing due to various things, the Baimu Sect stronghold had already been wiped out.

The huge mansion was silent, and the church where countless people once gathered was empty. The blood stains inside had long since dried, leaving the fear here forever.

The remains of various corpses were roughly cleaned up, but remaining pieces of flesh and still-looking eyeballs could still be seen on the lawn outside.

Because of the weird atmosphere here, the surrounding underworld forces left this excellent territory unoccupied for a while.

Even if you look at it from a distance, you will always feel that something is staring back at you.

Even a broken world cannot stop people from being afraid of "ghosts".

Everyone feels that this place is unlucky.

Deep inside the mansion...

"Tsk, the clues here don't match up. If he is a prisoner, what happened to the woman? I don't know how to solve this mechanism. Who is so free to set up such a netherworld mechanism on the door of the room at home? Lock it!”

Strange sounds kept coming.

There were footsteps in the corridor outside the door, and finally the door was pushed open, and it was Brother Dome who walked in.

As soon as he entered, he saw an abstract painting on a whiteboard, as well as a large number of sticky notes and arrows.

"You haven't cleared the level yet. I told you I can give you some tips." Brother Duomu said coldly.

"No! I must rely on my own intelligence to pass the level!" Meta, who was thinking, raised his hand to stop talking and said righteously.

Brother Duomu had no choice but to stop mentioning this topic again.

Various people in the carnival brainstormed and worked day and night to create various scripts for the participants to perform. The types of scripts can basically be divided into two categories: decryption and combat.

Combat scripts are the choice of most people, but the decryption genre is also very popular after the income is increased.

For those who need carnival to help them develop, they will undoubtedly choose scripts that they are good at.

However, Mehta is obviously not the type with a very bright mind, but after experiencing it several times, he became obsessed with the feeling of deciphering mystery scripts.

So I am keen to challenge such copies.

As you can imagine, they hit a wall one after another.

He passed some simple scripts by mistake, but as the difficulty increased, he was forced to get stuck. Every time he got stuck, he had to think for a long time.

When Brother Duomu gets tired of listening, he will want to give him a hint to open a back door or something.

But Meta's temper got worse. It seemed that he was not the one who wanted Brother Dom to help open the back door at first.

Anyway, it ended up like this.

He probably just regarded the carnival as a place to indulge himself and pursue his hobbies. Mehta even gave himself a "car card" and played the role of himself in many scripts without identity prerequisites.

It was a down-and-out musician and failed band member who was looking for inspiration in each script.

Sounds a lot like that.

Brother Duomu casually threw a few rolls of newspapers on the table next to him and said, "Let's take a look at this. A lot of things happened on the other side of the city while you were addicted to the game."

Hearing this, Meta also turned the whiteboard around, put his thoughts aside for the time being, and picked up the newspaper brought by Brother Dome to read.

After a while, Meta couldn't help laughing: "Haha, it can be seen that the refugee wave is working as expected. The Silver and Gold Alliance is probably the most distressed. It's so damned."

"Spider God is taking this opportunity to promote and expand. Although they fell out with a backer not long after they started, they were obviously well prepared."

Brother Dome also handed over the information he had recently collected and collected to Meta.

In this city, Mehta is currently his immediate boss.

Although there are currently only two of them in this sect.

"Wow——!" A hoarse crow sounded, and a crow with only one eye flew out of the window. The other eye was empty and there was a white bandage on its body.

Well, three to be exact.

This familiar creature was a little "survivor" that Meta and Dome found when they were cleaning up the mess after they came back.

Brother Duomu tried to treat him, but he did not expect to survive. Now he is running away with Brother Duomu. It would be good to have a high-altitude perspective when gathering information.

Meta smiled and glanced at Crow. After reviewing the information, his eyes returned to Brother Dom: "The Spider God is actually preparing to evacuate this empty island? It's so decisive. It's obviously just developed, and the momentum is just right."

"It's precisely because it's so good that it's easy to be shackled by the authorities. They can be regarded as cutting it off immediately, and they don't give up completely. There are many underworld forces in this city that have long become their pawns."

Brother Duomu changed the dressing for One-Eyed Crow and checked the wound.

He whispered: "You should be able to take off the bandage tomorrow. You are recovering well."

"Wow——!" The one-eyed crow nodded and lowered his voice.

Then Brother Domoku continued: "The new eight-eyed bishop named Lucas is a bit tricky, but he doesn't plan to fight with us for the time being."

"Ah, I know that person. He had already emerged before we went down and caused us a lot of trouble." Meta remembered.

But suddenly, Meta frowned again: "Speaking of which, the time when he became famous and when you were active in the church seem to be quite similar."

He looked at Brother Duomu with some suspicion.

"Don't think too much." Brother Duomu said coldly.

"Who makes your organization seem to be everywhere? In the words of Dongfang in my previous life, I was bitten by a snake."

Brother Dom was noncommittal.

Meta did not go into details and just said: "There are many secret supporters of the refugee movement, and even the Returnees have secretly contacted them... um..."

Meta seemed to have thought of something and pondered.

"What do you think?" Brother Duomu asked.

"Contacted a large number of supporters, gathered refugees, and even contacted other refugee groups on the two recent empty islands, and then Guiyi intervened abnormally and secretly without publicity. The development of this situation should be..."

Meta paused and expressed his guess: "You want to be independent."

There seemed to be no other possibility.

It is an act of weakness to cling to the cold Silver and Gold United Sky Island Group and pray for their charity.

The fact that we are still arguing about the cleaning proposal and there is no result is the best proof.

The refugees who had just traveled through time were very weak. Even with the old refugee supporters in the city, they were still no match for the Silver and Gold Alliance.

So we need to gather in large numbers, unite, strengthen, and have our own power.

Coupled with the endorsement and support of Guiyi...

"This man named Shen Yuezhi is indeed very powerful. In other words, as a refugee who has just traveled through time, he is really brave. It's interesting." Meta couldn't help but laugh.

Brother Duomu said: "But this matter will not go smoothly. There is still a shady person in this city watching this matter. The shady person wants to get something through this incident."

Meta thought for a moment: "What do you think?"

"I think we can join in. You've been messing around since you came back. It's really boring for me to run around bored every day. And if Shen succeeds, then the Spider God, as the assisting party, will represent Baicang and establish a relationship with them in a sense. Contact, I don’t think they should be allowed to eat alone.”

Meta smiled and said, "Yeah, I think so too."

"You fart, I just pretend you have expressed your opinion." Brother Duomu cursed in a steady voice.

"Wow——!" The one-eyed crow also called out to Meta.