** 010 What is someone thinking **

It's half past two in the morning on a chilly night in late autumn.

Ai Ting, who was driving, took a moment to glance at the passenger seat.

This man actually fell asleep. It was not surprising that he was very tired after being questioned all night.

In the cool street lights flashing through the night, a smile appeared on Ai Ting's beautiful face.

The biggest reason why I asked him for so long was that I really didn't want anything to happen to him.

At least for now, in her opinion, this man should be fine. But he still has secrets that he has not revealed.

But it should just be something that has nothing to do with the case, something he doesn't want or can't say. It's not the criminal's guilty conscience.

After interrogating so many people, she can clearly distinguish between these two points.

This young man is a bit carefree and cynical on the surface, but on the inside he is very cautious, very smart, very rational, logical, and understands her work very well, and is not as emotional as some people.

Coupled with the weird story, mysterious identity, and more importantly, that kind of handsome face that is already in his bones.

When these factors are combined in the same man, some naive nymphomaniac women will definitely be unable to resist, right?

But she is not an innocent nympho.

She has met many handsome guys, and she makes people fall in love with her at first sight. At the same time, she is also a woman who is naturally attracted to men. It is natural for opposite sexes to attract.

But with a little contact, she found that some people were either arrogant and ignorant, had vulgar tastes, and had obscene thoughts, which made her disappointed.

Well, she still had to admit that if it was an ordinary-looking guy, she would indeed let him fight him back.

But when she asked this magical "dead man" to leave, she had a sudden impulse and said: "How about I drive you back."

What was she thinking at that time? She was probably thinking that if she tried to contact it again... maybe she could find more clues in a deeper way?

Or what she actually thinks is that she will find that this is a very good person, and there will be more follow-up stories like the novel?

In fact, Meng Fei was not asleep.

He closed his eyes and faced his mind alone, so that his thinking could become clearer.

No matter how many novels I have read or how many such scenes I have imagined, seeing my own body is still shocking.

Of course, he didn't see the real thing, only the photos and surveillance videos.

He was afraid that one day he would become such a corpse.

He was afraid that he would disappear inexplicably like the corpse.

Come quietly, go quietly, don't take away a cloud.

Wutong City is a big city with a population of tens of millions, but after twelve o'clock in the evening, the streets are brightly lit but empty.

The strange contrast reminded him unfortunately of the gray town in Silent Hill.

At present, it seems that this different world has law and order on the surface, and a lifestyle that is very similar to the previous life, but it is not like this in its heart.

At its core, it's more like some kind of weird and scary world.

There are ghosts holding hammers wandering in the dark night, cars suddenly running into people on the streets, and the magic of disappearance is playing out in body bags.

He had his original mobile phone in his pocket, and the password had been easily cracked by him. There are also WeChat and Didi in this world, and he could call them by himself.

But he didn't expect that Ai Ting, a flower of torture, was quite considerate and took the initiative to drive a police car to take him home.

The eye-catching paint scheme of the criminal shunting truck with blue and silver as the main colors, as well as the dashing woman on the driver's seat, gave him a sense of security.

Hold the grass, when did Meng Fei, a straight man like me, rely on women to find a sense of security?

Meng Fei leaned his head on the car seat and looked at the stars-like lights that were retreating on both sides in the cold night.

When driving over the viaduct, what you can see at a glance is a dark jungle composed of tall buildings and a sea of ​​stars composed of overlapping lights.

It was very similar to what I had seen in my previous life, a certain city in the 1920s where I lived.

But no. If he just traveled to the future, according to the 81st century here, a full six thousand years have passed.

Six thousand years later, humans will still be around, and technology will explode into the sky. Does he still need to take a car home?

Therefore, the chronology here should not be the AD chronology he has experienced. It seems that he needs to study the history of this world carefully, and maybe he can know more.

From the current point of view, the murderer has been hit by a car. This is a good thing and a bad thing.

On the bright side, now that the murderer is dead, it's unlikely he will come back to kill him.

But on the bad side, the murderer died just as mysteriously as he did, and disappeared even more mysteriously.

More and more people are dying, and the situation is getting weirder and weirder. Maybe there is another inside story behind it.

No, fear is useless. All clues should be combined and analyzed calmly.

The world can be ever-changing, but there must be logic. If you think logically, you will never be wrong.

What is the significant difference between this world and the previous life?

He has a magical program in his brain.

Could there be an invincible program in his mind in his previous life that claimed to be able to scan all bugs and automatically fix them?

Impossible.

Although he may not necessarily have such a program and others may, there is no doubt that there are supernatural skills in this world compared to previous lives.

Supernatural skills, superpowers, or superpowers for short.

What is certain is that the superpower is not a magical skill, nor is it something dreamlike and arbitrary. At least that is the program in his mind.

It is bound by various restrictions and rules, and it absolutely conforms to the logic of the world itself.

Therefore, it can be assumed that there are superpowers in this world. And each superpower is logical and limited by rules, and is not an uncontrollable god.

If God wanted to kill me, would he still need to use something as primitive as a hammer? Would he still need to hit me on the head and delete my hard drive?

Meng Fei gradually cheered up, silently called up the system, and began to record his thoughts.

"Guess 1: The person who wants to kill me is just a person with supernatural powers, assuming it is X."

Lower the difficulty for yourself first.

From the very beginning, I faced the siege and pursuit of a powerful organization that controls supernatural powers. This is a hell-level mode. Can I just GG?

Besides, destroying the camera and leaving debris all over the floor, hitting the head with a hammer and not even disposing of the body, it doesn’t look like an organized act.

"Conjecture 2: X has the ability to perfectly imitate a person. Including fingerprints, DNA, moles, and any details on the body can be imitated."

Meng Fei shook his head and wiped it away again.

This is not counterfeiting, this is copying. Like copying a file.

In reality, it is difficult to perfectly counterfeit a person, but in an information system, it is ridiculously easy to copy a file.

"Conjecture 2: X can copy a person."

The person he copied is exactly the same as the original person and cannot be distinguished by technological means, but there is still a little difference.

"Normal humans will only decay and decompose after death, and the process is slow.

"After the copy of X dies, it will disappear inexplicably after a certain period of time, just like Delete."

In general, the replica is like the product of a bug and should not exist in this world. So the world deleted it?

So he wrote down conjecture three:

"Conjecture 3: If the copy created by X dies, it will be deleted within a certain period of time and disappear."

A guy who can copy other people, copies him, and wants to kill him and live in his place?

It turned out that I was not very lucky. I killed him, but I didn't expect that I had traveled thousands of miles to travel and be resurrected.

The replica was hit and killed by a car as soon as he left the house.

Finally, there is the most critical question, which is the final fate of X. There are two possible answers:

Possibility 1: X has been hit by a car and will never appear in this world again.

Possibility two: The person who was killed was just a copy made by X. X was still behind the scenes. After this failure, he will make a comeback sooner or later.

Maybe it doesn't mean much to Meng Fei. If maybe is a fact, then he doesn't need to do anything.

Here you can make a lot of money using BUG programs, flirt with beautiful authors or torture goddesses, and just enjoy your life.

But this is just a lucky idea. It does not conform to his caution of preparing for the worst in everything.

He decides to assume that maybe two is the truth and accepts the challenge!

Such an unlucky guy still comes to provoke me, the son of the plane, the cheater? Hehe, come on, since everyone is cheating, let's see who is afraid of whom?

If you are still alive, watch how I find you and fix your bugs.

Meng Fei couldn't help but sneer.

This smile was noticed by the goddess he planned to torture at a glance.

What's with the obscene smile on this guy's face? His lips are still moving, is he having some kind of erotic dream?
To be continued...