At my words, Yuan Jiang froze. He stared at me intently and murmured, "But the person I saw really was you, without a doubt. I'm sure I couldn't have mistaken you."
I nodded. "That's right. The person you saw was most likely me, yet not me."
His eyes suddenly lit up, as though he had realized something. "You mean that person was also you—your counterpart in another parallel dimension?"
I narrowed my eyes. "Perhaps he was a counterpart, but perhaps he was a clone or something else. In any case, he wasn't me. Sigh, I also really want to know who he is."
Yuan Jiang said nothing more. He seemed to have fallen into deep thought as well.
Only after a long while did he say, "I've also heard people say they saw another me. I didn't believe it. I even said they must have been seeing things. But now, it seems it really is possible. Jiang Xiaobai, if it was a clone, shouldn't you know about it yourself? Without the original body, where would a clone come from? And shouldn't a clone have been created by you?"
I had no answer to his question. There were many things in this world that we simply could not explain.
"Let's go in and take a look first. We should figure out this Administration Bureau matter before anything else," Qianqian said.
We arrived at the entrance to the old house. There had originally been no one guarding the outside, but as we approached, four or five burly men came out. They wore black suits, ties, and sunglasses.
They looked exactly like thugs or bodyguards, rather than people from the Administration Bureau.
"Stop. This is private property!" The leader, a man who looked around thirty, blocked our way.
I asked, "Are you from