【Original God】I am looking for the flesh and blood of love in time and space

"Pantarone, give me a hug."

Pantalone frowned and said coldly:

"Stop saying that."

He raised his eyes, and a cold light passed through the frame.

But anyone who is familiar with Pantalone will know that his indifference at this time was forced.

After all, the person in front of him is exactly the same as that person in terms of body shape, appearance, and even voice.

As for her coquettish tone, it didn't seem out of place - maybe that's how she spoke in front of the one she truly loved, right?

He kept the man in front of him masked all day long, not only to deceive others, but also to stabilize his Taoist heart.

After all, no matter how smart a person is, it is difficult to keep his mind clear at all times under high-intensity mental work. Even if this fake is covering his face, he will suddenly look up and be in a trance for a moment.

It was as if the person in my heart was really standing in front of me.

In Pantalone's office, there is a huge, soft sofa, facing Pantalone's desk. As long as he raises his head, his eyes can be cast on the "girl" sitting on it without any obstruction. On the body.

Very similar, or in other words, exactly the same.

Only those eyes looked up, filled with tender love.

It turns out that this is how the person she likes looks like.

It was clearly a look that was so sweet that it made people unconsciously sink into it, but it was so bitter that Pantalone suddenly woke up.

He remembered the conversation he had with Dotore in the laboratory——

"Same body, same genes, what's the difference between her and her?"

Pantalone looked coldly at the "girl" who was lying on the ground at a loss, and then slowly turned her gaze to Dotore, who was smiling mysteriously:

"Why are you so anxious to find her?"

Dotore was completely unaware of being questioned. He smiled lowly:

"Didn't you - push it away too?"

"It exists because of her, so it's not even an independent individual. Even if it can move and laugh, so what?"

Dotore's voice was low and hoarse, which made people feel uncomfortable:

"Look at these, they are exactly the same. They can all be it, so none of them are her."

Pantalone watched the woman on the ground turn pale and bitter, and couldn't help but frown:

"You know, I don't understand this."

"No, Pantalone, you are very smart," Dotore walked out from behind the machine with a weird smile. "You actually understand what I am talking about, but you still have some useless and ridiculous sense of morality."

"So, let's make a choice." A remote control appeared in Dotore's hand at some point. "Cooperate, or I will destroy it now."

destroy--

Pantalone's heart felt like it was suddenly pinched. He couldn't bear the girl dying in front of him again, even if it was a fake.

"You don't have much time to think about it."

Dotore played with the remote control. The bright red button was slightly pressed several times and then bounced up quickly. In this way, Dotore easily controlled Pantalone's heartbeat.

"...Leave it and I will tell you any news later."

That day, Dotore's probing eyes stayed on Pantalone for a long time, and his uncomfortable eyes wandered up and down for more than ten minutes before Dotore let go.

"Okay - then you can play with this for now."

Does Dotore believe him? I'm afraid not.

What Dotore believed was probably Pantalone's feelings for the girl and his understanding of Pantalone.

As for the difference between the "person" in front of her and the girl, Pantalone couldn't tell.

"Tired?"

The "girl" tilted her head, stretched out her hand and patted the empty seat next to her, "Want to come and accompany me?"

"..."

"Okay."

Pantalone put down her pen and sat next to the "girl". Her eyes behind the glasses made it difficult to see her expression.

He lowered his head and looked at the small group of "girls" and suddenly said:

"What do you think of me?"

"I?"

The "girl" was not confused by this sudden question, but smiled gently:

"I can't see through you."

Pantalone did not expect such an answer, and her originally tense expression relaxed a little:

"Is it difficult for me to understand?"

"Is it easy to understand?"

Ah, I was choked.

But instead of being unhappy, Pantalone laughed out loud.

It has to be said that Dotore does have some abilities.

I always feel that this is what a girl can ask.

If someone who knew the girl came in at this time, he might not be able to tell whether it was the real one or a fake.

Pantalone stared at the little man on the sofa with mixed feelings in her heart.

He was both glad that the person in front of him was not her, and also regretful that the person in front of him was not her.

"Don't look at me like that, I know I'm not who I am."

The "girl" raised her head:

"When you two were talking that day, you didn't avoid me at all, right?"

"Oh?" Pantalone was completely relaxed at this time and leaned lazily on the sofa. "Then what are your plans?"

"You speak so strangely. Does my plan really have anything to do with me?"

"No, what are your plans?"

The "girl" stretched out her hand and hooked Pantalone's index finger with her little finger:

"Do you want to replace her with me?"

Seeing that Pantalone had no other reaction, its movements became bolder. It even hooked the edge of Pantalone's glove, gently pulled it open, and then suddenly let it go, letting the elastic fabric slide around Pantalone's glove. There is a crisp but small sound on the skin:

"Or, you can just keep me by your side all the time. That way I don't have any responsibilities. It just so happens that I like it too... hmm?"

The "girl"'s face was pinched by Pantalone, but there was no trace of anger on the face of the man in front of her, but his open eyes were frighteningly deep:

"If you were really her, you wouldn't give me a second option."

"Are you irritating me, missing me, and exchanging you for her?"

The touch was soft under her hands, and Pantalone's movements seemed fierce, but she didn't dare to use any force, so this made the "girl" smile with ease:

"I thought you brought me back just for this."

"..."

Pantalone smiled, and this time, it was sincere.

"How can you not see through me?"

In fact, "girl" is right.

Pantalone chose to bring it back because she wanted to make an exchange with the girl.

After all, the girl wanted to enter the laboratory safely, and this fake happened to have an identity that allowed her to come and go freely. There was no reason why he would not use the opportunity presented to him.

And the shock, nervousness, and even panic he showed in the laboratory were nothing more than tools to gain Dotore's trust.

His thoughts, which he thought were well hidden, were exposed by a man-made immature life.

"You clearly know that you can kill me."