There was another possibility: the Doctor had been putting on an act!
There had been no battle at all, and no one had broken into the estate. From beginning to end, it had all been a show he had written, directed, and performed himself.
What we heard was only what he had deliberately allowed us to hear. For him, accomplishing that would not have been difficult at all.
But what was the purpose of putting on this act?
And had the three Doctor clones really created another six clones? Could Zeng Dajiang have been talking nonsense?
Countless possibilities flashed through my mind, but none of them seemed convincing.
I even felt some regret. If I had known, I would never have agreed to let the Doctor come to the Void World. The Void World was far too dangerous for him now.
The moment I thought of that, my eyes lit up. I understood!
None of this had been aimed at me. It had been aimed at the Doctor.
The Void World had been created by the Doctor, and he had also created several clones. In his mind, with his three clones in the Void World, plus Zeng Dajiang—me as I might have been in my youth—the Void World could maintain a delicate balance. He had not worried that anything major would happen there.
But that was only on the premise that he did not enter the Void World himself.
Now that he had come, the three Doctors, who had always harbored ambitions and waited restlessly for an opportunity, must have believed their chance had arrived. As long as they killed the Doctor and replaced him, they would no longer be clones. They would become the real Doctor.
As for Zeng Dajiang, they had all helped him before. After all, in