When Wu Yiliu rolled desperately to the edge of the trees and stopped, his back was close to the ground, panting, and even his last strength was overdrawn.

... it's okay, he's okay.

The wound on the back of his hand was scratched, bumped, and mixed with sand and stone. The pain made his brain seem to be on fire. But the stronger the pain, the more comforting it was for him - it showed that he, as the person who launched the [replica viewfinder], was still fine and was not involved in the replica.

He turned and glanced at the visa officer not far away.

The sound of closing the recording board seemed to freeze the visa officer. He seemed to be so surprised that he didn't even take care of the room when Liu hurriedly rolled and escaped. At this time, he knelt on the ground, his upper body standing upright, staring at the dark round lens in front of him, as if he couldn't believe what had just happened.

Except that the visa officer stayed, everything was the same as before.

Wait a minute, no, it doesn't take effect, does it?

Wu Yiliu just failed to finish the content of the copy, so he had to seize the opportunity to launch [copy location], and the time was too tight. The part he reluctantly said was a little vague and ambiguous - if the listener was human, several understandings and misunderstandings could even occur.

Therefore, it is still unknown whether this special object has really started, and whether it has started as he imagined.

Wu Yiliu wanted to run. He didn't know whether to run or not. He didn't dare to stay if he wanted to stay. He was frozen in place and didn't know how to do it. After thinking for a while, we should draw a distance first; He took a breath, slowly got up, took two steps back, and kept his eyes on the visa officer.

With this move, the visa officer seemed to be summoned and turned his eyes towards him.

"You... The copy you set," he asked hoarsely and dryly, "what on earth is it?"

Wu Yiliu swallowed his dry throat and stepped back two steps. The visa officer didn't look like waiting for his answer. Instead, he seemed to have known the answer and waited for him to deny it.

"Talk," the visa officer said low, slowly climbing up from the ground.

He got up carefully and slowly, as if he was afraid that his limbs or head would roll down from his body if his action was a little bigger.

Wu Yiliu suddenly felt that there was no reason, but he strongly choked his breath: [replica viewfinder] this special item might really start as he imagined in his mind.

Can it read the ideas of the originator?

In this way, the content of the original fake copy is also very simple, so simple that there is only a summary

"I'm..." the visa officer stood up straight and asked with an almost blank expression, "what is it?"

When he met his eyes, Wu Yiliu couldn't help shivering slightly in his heart.

"... I think you should still be an evolutionist," he said cautiously, staring at the visa officer. "At the same time, you, you should also be a copy. A person is the copy itself."

"Oh?" The visa officer slowly tilted his head and looked at him. "I see."

This is the design of Wu Yiliu - [replica location] needs to arrange the site content in advance, and the deformed person even made a fake replica in advance, so that it can become a real replica. But he can't make any preparations in a hurry. The only way is to use local materials and directly use people themselves as copy materials.

When launching [replica viewfinder], according to his assumption, the Evolver shrouded in the lens will become a replica, and the content of the replica is a small piece of doomsday according to the characteristics of the Evolver.

For example, if the evolutor is a broken wire, the copy produced by the special object is equivalent to splashing a pool of water around him. As long as others enter this pool of water, they will get an electric shock - in short, the [replica viewfinder] turns the evolutor into a small doomsday generator.

Aren't the deformed people in this world doing their best to suppress the power of the doomsday world? Then he will let the doomsday world come a few more, and see if the group of deformed people can be suppressed.

At that time, Wu Yiliu didn't have a chance to think deeply about what the evolutors looked like after becoming a small doomsday generator, and what would happen to them - to be honest, this was indeed beyond his imagination.

Now he knows that the evolutionist himself seems to have not changed, at least he can't see the difference on the surface.

But what about the doomsday copy? Where, what kind, how big - the important thing is, should he run now?

If he wants to evolve, it seems that he should take the initiative to enter the doomsday, even if it is just the "little doomsday" generated by the evolutor himself; But he knew that it was not a good time to be involved in the doomsday copy generated by the visa officer, because there were too many unknowns, and he had to save Professor Qiao.

The visa officer stared at him for a few seconds, seemed to guess his mind, and suddenly smiled without a smile. His face trembled with a layer of snow-white color.

"You may not realize it yourself," he said in a low voice, as if he were also suffering and mocking himself. "The design of this copy is really compatible with my ability."

Wu Yiliu really didn't realize the relationship between the two just now.

"I've become a copy. Can I walk? Can I transmit? Anyway, I, I have to try." The visa officer murmured, almost like talking to himself. "Of course, you are an ordinary person. You don't know anything. I'm afraid you don't know what you did... But I know one thing."

Wu Yiliu's mind has been alarmed. While listening to him, he slowly retreated. If the visa officer is determined to catch him, he, as an ordinary person, is very difficult to escape. "What?" He wanted to take the time to talk and try to procrastinate.

"My ability is still there," he kept staring at Yiliu. Although his voice was silent, the muscles on his cheeks were jumping. "I can still continue to issue a visa."

Before he finished speaking, he shook his hand and there was an extra piece of paper between his fingers.

What's that? Is that a visa?

"Oh, it's a wild forest." The visa officer glanced down at it. When he looked up again, he found that Wu Yiliu had stepped back several steps in succession. He couldn't help laughing and said, "your feeling is very sensitive. Don't worry, although the world is only class C, it's enough to deal with ordinary people."

Wu Yiliu didn't dare to hesitate anymore. He was worried that if he turned around and ran, his back would be exposed to him. Now where he was willing to delay any more, he turned around and ran.

When the visa from the rear came towards him, a cutting sound sounded in the air, and the pen chased him straight. Wu Yiliu stumbled and ran as fast as possible; A fire flared up again in his lungs, and his heavy breathing almost drowned out the sound of the broken paper. In the sound of his own footsteps and wheezing, he knew that he was about to avoid it, and suddenly raised his voice and shouted, "he's here!"

After shouting these four words, Wu Yiliu also felt something coming behind his head. He dodged sideways, but he couldn't dodge. He immediately jumped forward, and the whole person fell straight to the ground. He rolled sideways, and never forgot to shout, "the person who launched the replica object is here!"

Just now, the visa officer said that there is a camera online, which means that at least one evolutor is coming this way - after all, he is still an ordinary person's speed, and can't lead the visa officer far away. If the person has come nearby, maybe his roar is still possible to be heard.

However, it was almost natural that the visa fell on his side first.

At the moment the card landed, even if there was no sound of light and shadow, he still seemed to see a circle of ripple like shimmering light, centered on the visa, exploded with the air flow, and spread around at a high speed. It was like being hit by some invisible force. Just as Wu Yiliu was about to shout out his next sentence, he was hit back in his throat.

When he reacts, the scene around him has changed completely.

He didn't even blink his eyes. It seemed that in a flash of time, the lush towering woods had occupied every corner of his vision. Trees stand densely, giant ferns fill the open space between trees, and green moss and rotten leaves accumulate a thick layer on the humid and narrow forest ground; On the stone, on the trunk, and on the fallen branches, there was a piece of wet moss everywhere - Wu Yiliu hurriedly tried to get up on the ground, but he slipped and sat down again with a "thump".

Late, he has been included by the small copy of doomsday generated by the visa officer.

I just don't know whether the visa officer has control over his copy; Or does the copy of doomsday just copy and paste a small part of the real doomsday world? When he first imagined that there was only the latter, of course, he would not deliberately give the evolutors the power to decide their fate - but he launched the [replica viewfinder] before he could make a limit.

Although Wu Yiliu knew very well that the most important thing for him now was to leave here and meet Professor Qiao, he still didn't resist his surprise and sat there for a long time.

Here is what a doomsday world looks like. Will it evolve? How long will he sit here before he starts to evolve?

"Did you shout just now?"

A voice sounded coldly from behind the airtight wild forest, startling the house. He hurriedly got up and walked away, but he couldn't see the figure who was talking.

"Where is the person who launched the replica item?" The man asked. "This is what he released... Some kind of field?"

"You, you came in?" Wu Yiliu stammered.

The male evolutionist who just arrived didn't answer this question, but said to himself, "why is it so like a... Doomsday world?"

Wu Yiliu couldn't help holding his breath.

In his "individual is copy" assumption, "small doomsday generator" is an infectious phenomenon. The visa officer is like a patient No. 0. When other evolutors approach the doomsday copy he generated, that evolutor will also uncontrollably start to generate copies.

He is waiting for the second Doomsday in the world.