There are countless people who look exactly like Bo Shuo in this field.
But when Bo Shuo said these words, their expressions did not relax at all. Instead, they stared at him with an extremely indifferent attitude.
223 watched this scene indifferently and said to Bo Shuo in the center, "You made a miscalculation."
"How could a person like you give up the hope of life?"
Although the good show just now was also led by 223, it was carried out according to the order of Bo Shuo. As mentioned before, all 223 are 223, all 223 are controlled by it, and they are all the same existence. It guided all Bo Shuo to the present step step by step, all because of the order of Bo Shuo.
Black Haired Youth ignored 223's sarcasm, lowered his eyes and said calmly, "They will agree."
"I know myself. They will be angry, they will not dare to accept, they will be crazy, and they will be desperate, but they will never think about whether everything will be saved. Rather than playing tricks, it is better to lay everything out in front of them and let them make their own choices. This is the best solution."
"Even if it were me and I learned that I was a fake, I would still choose this method."
Because Bo Shuo is convinced that if things have reached an irreversible point, even if it is for their sister, they will let themselves live. It is a very inferior method, and it can even be called Moral Coercion. But isn't it enough if it works?
Bo Shuo smiled sarcastically, after all, he was not an aboveboard person.
223 was not deceived by his appearance. Its harsh tone could easily tear apart the disguise on Bo Shuo's surface and pierce his heart.
"How ridiculous."
"A lunatic who has already gone crazy confines himself in a false utopia, restrains himself, differentiates himself, and then ridiculously labels himself a good person."
In response to 223's sarcasm, Bo Shuo's expression did not change. He chuckled and straightened out his scattered folds slowly, with an elegant and calm posture, as if he had no Emotional Fluctuation at all about these words.
"Maybe."
Bo Shuo The curvature of the lips rises.
"But it is undeniable that I won this round after all, didn't I?"
Black Haired Youth's eyes without Emotional Fluctuation stared at everyone quietly, as if he didn't feel the murderous intention next to him. The young man's posture was elegant and his behavior was calm, but in this strange situation, there was a sense of madness mixed in for no reason, making people's hearts tremble and fear.
Regarding the current scene, Bo Shuo's emotions were very light. He had envisioned it countless times before implementing the plan. Bo Shuo was extremely clear about his plan and would never regret it. Even if he was forced to die now.
"Haha."
"Bo Shuo" who was watching this scene from the side looked at this dramatic scene. His back was shaking slightly, and he was laughing so much that tears were about to come out. But it was a pity that he had no eyes, let alone shed tears.
The jet black hair fell from the back to the front of the body, covering half of the face, leaving only a pale and thin lower jaw.
"I have thought about many ways to die. Maybe one day, I will die in an inconspicuous level in the dungeon. Maybe I will be stabbed in the back by a teammate and die miserably. Or maybe I will be swallowed by a monster, leaving no bones left."
There was a bit of joking in his tone of voice, not as if he was discussing his own death, but as if he was talking about an insignificant matter. But it was precisely these words that made people feel even more chilled.
At the end of the sentence, he paused, and then slowly raised his head. The face without any facial features just looked at Bo Shuo quietly, with a mocking and calm voice.
"But I never thought that I would die in my own hands in the end."
"..."
"You misled me. In fact, there is no such thing as True False Bo Shuo, right?"
"It's real for all of us."
A person who is exactly the same as the real person, is this still a fake person? True and false are inherently a paradox. At least in the heart of "Bo Shuo", he is a completely complete human being. He wants to live, but now the only chance of life has been snuffed out, and everything seems to tell him that he must go to death.
This is such an injustice.
A person who tried his best to survive found that he had been sentenced to death long ago.
Even his own existence is just a joke.
Black Haired Youth looked at himself who looked slightly crazy in front of him, was silent for a long time, and finally said calmly, "No one can judge whether you are true or false, not even me."
"You can never determine whether you are who you are. Cells in the human body are replaced every seven years. I can't be sure that my former self is who I am now."
He said the last words calmly.
"Maybe I would have died long ago."
When these words fell, no one in the entire venue spoke anymore.
For them, the confrontation between the two people already contains all their voices.
After all, they are the same person, their thoughts and speech habits are exactly the same, and there is no need to elaborate.