My Sister is Fuji

The first is to make others remember you.

The more people remember themselves, the characteristics and mobility of the body, and even the body, will gradually disappear.

But this method is very slow.The specific number of people to remember is related to the influence of the orthodoxy.

There is a faint little transparency, which is likely to disappear in a few moments; a public figure like a star will take a long time.

This also applies to replicas.If the replica does not replace the original and make others remember him, he will slowly disappear.

The second method is much faster.

As long as the main body doubts itself and drives him crazy, he will also disappear.

Director Zhao looked at the little girl with a brown tie, his eyes softened, and he firmly thought: "There can only be one me, and I am me!"

"Click-"

There was a door opening outside.

The little girl asked suspiciously, "Didn't Aunt Wang leave?"

"Just stay in the room." The brown tie led Director Zhao with cold eyes, and he went out and closed the door.

Director Zhao with a black tie came in tiredly, staring blankly at Director Zhao with a brown tie at the end of the corridor, "Who are you?"

Director Zhao with the brown tie looked at him indifferently.

Director Zhao with the black tie was furious: "Who the hell are you!" He rushed to grab Director Zhao with the brown tie.

"dad?"

The little girl in the room was groping in confusion, and heard shouts from outside, "What happened?" She stood up and put her hands in front of her, waving her way, "Where is the door to the room?" As she walked forward, she tripped over the clothes hanger.

"Well!"

The little girl felt pain and fell against the door, and the hanger was on top of the little girl.

Director Zhao with the black tie had injuries, but Director Zhao with the brown tie escaped easily.

Director Zhao with a black tie had a headache and glared at him with scarlet eyes, he couldn't even believe that he was still there.

"It's not obvious, I'm you." Director Zhao stared at him with the brown tie and said.

"Nonsense!" Director Zhao, the black tie, said angrily, "Only me!"

Director Zhao with the brown tie looked at him with pity, and said deceitfully, "You are just one of my personalities."

Director Zhao froze in the black tie.

Director Zhao with the brown tie stretched out his hands, "Did you see that?"

Director Zhao, with a black tie, looked down at his hand. His left hand was gone. He laughed brokenly and shook his head desperately: "No, no, no."

"Dingling." Director Zhao's cell phone rang with the brown tie, and it rang at the right time. It was the assistant director's call.

The brown-tie director Zhao answered the phone and said, "Thank you for the psychiatrist you found." Looking at the reaction of the black-tie director Zhao, "After reading it, I am much better."

Director Zhao with a black tie thought in confusion: "Why does his cell phone look like mine? Why did the assistant director call this counterfeit? A psychiatrist? Could it be me..." Touching his pocket phone, almost desperate, "Could it be that I'm crazy? !"

The little girl struggled to stand up and opened the door, and ran out anxiously, calling, "Father, what's wrong with you? You are alone over there, what are you talking to yourself?"

Director Zhao with a brown tie blinked his eyes and didn't speak.

Director Zhao with a black tie looks at Director Zhao with a brown tie. A girl’s words are the last straw that breaks the camel’s back. She thought desperately, “Talking to myself? Am I talking to myself? Did my daughter see me talking to myself alone? ?”

"Hey hey, ha... hee hee." The black tie director Zhao smirked madly, knelt down on the ground, saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth.A coin-sized hole appeared on the right hand, through which one could see the clean white tiles below.

Like allergies, there are more and more holes, and the small holes gradually cover Director Zhao's whole body, even in the eyes.

Director Zhao with a brown tie can see the scenery behind him through the eyes of Director Zhao with a black tie.

Hollows eroded his whole body, and the black tie Director Zhao slowly disappeared, leaving only the clothes on his body.

The black-tie Director Zhao went crazy and questioned himself, so he disappeared.

Director Zhao with a brown tie, no, he should be called Director Zhao now.

Director Zhao whispered to the clothes: "You can buy a mobile phone. I can also go to the assistant director myself and lie to him that I changed my mobile phone number." Everything was premeditated.

Contact the assistant director, drive Aunt Wang away, give him clues to go to Ye Zi, and make him suspect that he is driving him crazy.

From the very beginning, Director Zhao had stepped into a well-planned trap.

Poor director Yuan Zhao was so scared that his daughter could not see and forgot.

"Daddy? Daddy!" The sudden silence caused the little girl to cry out worriedly.

"Here, I was performing a script just now." Director Zhao grabbed the little girl's shoulder.

But the little girl patted his hand away and said, "No, no!" She gradually moved away from Director Zhao, thinking, "Did I just hear the voices of two fathers talking at the same time... How is this possible?" The original director Zhao only had his clothes left, and he was tripped and fell to the ground.

"Mingming!" Director Zhao eagerly stretched out his hand, but the little girl didn't appreciate it.

The little girl touched the clothes on the ground: "Tie? Why are Dad's clothes here?" Thinking of what was wrong before, Dad obviously only lost his temper impatiently, how could he be so kind to me, and shouted to Director Zhao: "You ...Aren't you my father! But the voice...impossible!"

Director Zhao stretched out his hand to support the little girl, and said to himself, "I am!"

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