Xingtie: My silly online friend is actually a raccoon!

After hearing Fu Xuan's story, which contained his own agenda, Xing frowned.

Something feels off.

Lu Ze died too casually, so casually that it didn't seem real.

Would that abstract fellow really die so unexpectedly at the hands of the monk in the robes?

Moreover, Xingyin felt as if she had missed something, something very important.

She picked up her phone and swiped her finger across the screen.

She scrolled through her and Lu Ze's joking chat history, through photos of trash cans and steaming dishes, through the gold packaging of that copy machine, through...

Ok? !

Xing quickly swiped the screen back, staring at the instruction manual photo of the quick-copy machine, her eyes widening.

A few seconds later, she suddenly burst into laughter, her laughter clear and arrogant.

"Hahahaha... I've revealed the truth of the matter!"

The sudden burst of laughter stunned everyone present.

On March 7th, thinking she was having another episode, he reached out to twist her ear.

"No, no, March, please don't."

While nimbly dodging, Xing grinned and held her phone high above her head to prevent March 7 from touching it.

"So what did you discover?" Fu Xuan asked.

From the very beginning, she had been staring at the phone in Xing's hand.

That was something she didn't have; Lu Ze hadn't even told her about his relationship with Xing.

I feel a pang of sadness in my heart.

Moreover, she instinctively sensed that the answer Xing was referring to was hidden in the chat history between Lu Ze and her.

"this."

Xing turned her phone over and showed everyone the photo that Lu Ze had sent her a long time ago.

The packaging box was gold, the camera-shaped device was oddly designed, and there was a thin instruction manual.

On March 7th, he stepped forward and read aloud the text from the instruction manual, word by word:

"The Instant Copy Machine can easily create clones. The cloned person has the same abilities as the original, and the clone lasts for one day. How to use: Enter the number of clones you want to create, then point the lens at the original and press the shutter."

This was the strange item that Lu Ze pulled out of the golden garbage bag last time. At that time, he even fantasized about replicating dozens of Sirin to beat up Otto.

Everyone present was intelligent. As soon as March 7th finished reciting the last word, almost everyone understood Xing's thoughts at the same instant.

Qingque suddenly raised her head, Danheng nodded thoughtfully, and even Jingyuan was somewhat surprised by the function of this strange object.

"Are you saying that Lu Ze prepared a clone beforehand and then faked his death?" Fu Xuan's voice trembled slightly, and a glimmer of hope surged in his usually calm golden eyes.

"He's definitely not dead. As for the truth..."

Xing put away her phone, her tone resolute.

"I think he should have already left it to us."

She was referring to the very thing everyone had been discussing: what Lu Ze had buried in the past.

If Lu Ze really did create a clone using a copy machine, then he must have left evidence in the buried time capsule.

No, maybe he just buried himself and will be dug up by people thirty years later.

Xing Tai knows him well; Lu Ze is absolutely capable of doing something like that.

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go dig it out now!" March 7th rubbed his hands together, eager to get started.

Fu Xuan also stood up.

"I'll go too." She was very curious and wanted to see what Lu Ze had left for Xing.

Jing Yuan did not stop him, but turned his head thoughtfully to look at the equipment storehouse behind the screen.

Qingque, standing beside Yao Guang, asked cautiously, "Then, Lord Fu Xuan, do I not need to go?"

Without turning his head, Fu Xuan said, "You come too."

Qingque's face immediately fell.

Yao Guang reached out and took Qing Que's arm: "Let's go, little sparrow, let's go see your fortune teller have some fun."

Qingque was reluctantly pulled away by Yaoguang.

I dare not move! I dare not move!