"What's weird?" Yun Tuan put the used bamboo stick on the oil-absorbing paper.
"Don't you think? Some NPCs are exactly the same as the people we have seen in real life. I thought they were simulated characters in the park, but during contact, I found that although they have the same face, their thinking patterns and methods of doing things are completely different.
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An Yuan frowned, still remembering how happy she was when she saw Yun Tuan in the last dungeon. As a result, she went to say hello and was almost arrested by the police as a pervert.
"Well, I've seen it before. Where are you confused?"
Yun Tuan asked, and his first reaction was the "Yun Tuan" he met in the "Harmful Archives" who was determined to forgive infinitely.
Then there is the cloud of writers for zombie copies.
Different era backgrounds and different growth environments, but they have exactly the same appearance.
"Let me ask, will there be a reward mechanism in the park, that is... when I die, NPCs who look the same as me will take over my body?" An Yuan said, frowning and rubbing his arms.
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Yun Tuan lowered his eyebrows and meditated - the conscious body's choice of body, appearance may also be one of the criteria.
However, we don’t know the relevant selection and competition mechanisms, so everything can only be guessed.
"It is also possible that not everyone can accept that they will become a completely different person after rebirth, but how do you know that those conscious bodies are actually human beings?"
The cloud shook its head, maybe it was an octopus monster, a jellyfish monster, a cat, a dog, or a mouse.
An Yuan simply imagined it, and goosebumps appeared on his arms, "It's so disgusting..."
Yun Tuan: "So, you must ensure that you survive."
An Yuan nodded and threw the corn cob into the kitchen waste bin.
The two looked at each other silently. The heating in the room was very strong. After a while, An Yuan stood up and headed back home.
Before going out, the girl with long curly chestnut hair turned around, her eyes full of light, "Sister, you have to live forever."
After hearing this, Yun Tuan always felt that these words were a bit unlucky. When he looked up, An Yuan had already closed the door and left.
The phone vibrated.
She clicked on the screen.
[Jing Yu]: After reminiscing about old times, come up for training.
Yun Tuan looked at the text message - yes, An Yuan must have registered with the security downstairs to enter the apartment, and Jing Yu can check the system data.
Just take a look and you'll know.
She quickly changed into her sportswear and rushed upstairs.
Knock knock knock.
After just a few knocks, the door was opened. Although Jing Yu was wearing loose sportswear, his smooth muscle lines were clearly visible.
The sweat-absorbent headband on the forehead holds up all the broken hair, which is refreshing but also gives off a faint evil aura.
Jing Yu was holding a bottle of mineral water, with tiny beads of sweat glistening on his temples. He raised his hand, pulled up the white towel hanging around his neck and wiped his face, "Don't stand there stupidly, your core strength has deteriorated.
This is not okay."
"I'll practice right away!"
Yun Tuan turned sideways and bypassed Jing Yu, only to see Jing He lying on the mat next to the sandbag, half dead, and even his usual humming was so weak that he could hardly hear it.
She suddenly had a bold idea - could it be that what Jing Yu just hit was not a sandbag but Jing He?
"Little boss, are you okay?"
Yun Tuan asked softly.
Jinghe lifted the towel covering his face, his face full of weakness, "Thank you, I'm not feeling well."
Yun Tuan: "Can you still move?"
Jing He was greatly moved, "Ah, this, I can still move a little, and it turns out that Yun Xiaoyun still cares about me! That guy has no humanity! If he cripples me, where can I find such a cute brother!"
Yun Tuan shook his head, "No, the mattress you are lying on suppresses my equipment."