My doppelganger drama

"Wan Yi, Zheng Xi is leaving, let's go have a good time together."

Wan Yi was awakened by this group of people, and the reason was speechless.

You guys have only known each other for barely a month, why are you even organizing a farewell party?

Of course, these words were spoken by the clone and had nothing to do with Wan Yi.

"Who will pay?" Wan Yi raised his eyes, showing no interest at all.

"My treat." Zheng Xi rolled his eyes.

"The boss is awesome." Wan Yi suddenly became interested again and said with a smile.

"Tch." Zheng Xi expressed his meaning disdainfully.

If you don't have any profit, you can't afford to be early. This is probably a label given to him by everyone who knows Wan Yi.

It was as if he almost didn't bother to care about anything that couldn't bring him any benefit. There was no trace of romantic sentiment or sense of ritual in his whole person.

It's not that it can't be like this, but it makes people feel that he is not like a person that can be cultivated in a normal and peaceful modern society.

Wan Yi doesn't care about other people's opinions. If you have any dissatisfaction, you can be imprisoned for a few years. Not to mention the various subsequent tortures, you will only be allowed to eat a fixed meal in a fixed room every day, except for all other possibilities. You have to secretly strive for entertainment activities by yourself, and at most I can only give you a book to read.

Just this kind of life is enough to change a person.

Wan Yi knows that he has undoubtedly changed a lot compared to the past, but this is just a way to make up for the past.

But that doesn't mean he can't get along with others at all.

At least, if Wan Yi was just an indifferent person, then these roommates would not think of asking him to join them during dinner.

The six of them went to the refugee business district together.

Wan Yi still comes here often. After he got rich, he liked to hang out in the snack street here when he had nothing to do. He ate almost all the good things here.

However, after getting tired of it, the frequency of visits also decreased significantly. This made Wan Yi realize that he was not a so-called foodie.

As for other stores that seemed to have higher consumption, Wan Yi had never been to them.

But there were six people gathering for dinner, and the others obviously didn't intend to eat at the roadside stalls. In the end, they chose a restaurant with a nice decoration and chose a large table to sit down.

The dishes are indeed diverse, and Wan Yi feels like he has not seen this kind of meal for a long time.

"Is there any? It's okay to lie to your buddies, but don't lie to yourself." Immediately, a clone jumped out and said.

"Yes, I haven't even had New Year's Eve dinner since I was ten years old."

"It's been a long time. It's been more than ten years."

Wan Yi skillfully ignored the noise in his mind and joined everyone in grabbing the food.

Suddenly, Wan Yi turned to look out the window and saw two girls passing by together.

Those two girls are very beautiful. Although due to the excellent matching mechanism, there are many handsome men and beautiful women among the refugees, so the looks of these two are not outstanding.

One of the reasons why Wan Yi looked over was because he had an impression of one of the girls.

She was the poor girl who was so frightened by Hyundai Brother's metamorphosis that she almost peed.

The city is really small.

Wan Yi noticed that the woman leading the girl in front looked more mature, with a graceful figure, and most importantly, her eyebrows were similar to the girl behind her.

Most people may not feel anything about this scene, but Wan Yi noticed something unusual.

Are they sisters, or simply relatives?

Regardless, they seem to have a close relationship.

This is very interesting. He had thought before that it would be impossible to find a needle in a haystack to find a loved one in this world. Are these "sisters" the legendary lucky ones?

Or...are they not refugees at all, but "aboriginal people" born to their parents in this world?

Then think about it further, if they are not refugees, then what do they do when they are bored and go to the refugee area?

Wan Yi paused for a moment and then looked away, seemingly letting it take its course.

…

In an unnoticed corner of the refugee area, a figure dragged two corpses with bloody faces along the path. He quickly found a sewer opening with a manhole cover half open and threw the corpses down.

"The face... is wrong... it's not this face, eyes, nose, mouth, ears... no, what does the face look like? I can't remember... why do everyone look exactly the same?"

He was preparing to dive into the sewer in a daze. At this moment, he seemed to feel something. He raised his head and saw a strange figure standing in the dim light of the street lamp looking at him.

Wearing a white shirt and black casual pants, with loose black hair and a mask covering his face.

"Who are you?" he asked in a low voice, panting.

The figure under the streetlight did not reply. Instead, after looking at him, he turned around calmly, as if he was just passing by.

Witnessed the crime scene, but his performance was rather unremarkable.

But he didn't go far, and the murderer crossed a hundred meters and passed him in an instant.

"Did you...didn't you hear? Or...were you ignoring me on purpose?" The murderer looked at the man wearing a mask in front of him with his empty eyes.

But the other party still didn't speak.

"Let me see your face."

This time the other party responded, but he shook his head.

Finally, the murderer, who had little patience, could not restrain his anger and directly reached out to grab the other person's face.

The other party was unable to dodge, and the mask on his face was taken off, revealing a fair face with dark circles under his eyes that seemed to not go away.

Although he waved his hands and tried to resist, the murderer had seen too many people like this. Their strength was too weak, and they were like poor little hamsters in his hands. They would be crushed to death if they used too much force.

"I can't see...you look exactly like others..." the murderer said, looking blankly at the other person's face.

The next moment, he waved his hand, and the ordinary edge of his right hand turned sharp.

Stab!

Another victim died in front of the murderer, his face was brutally cut open, and his death was miserable.

The murderer was silent for a long time. Suddenly, he raised his head again and looked at the dark corner in the distance.

"who?"

Another person came out from the corner.

Scattered black hair, face that cannot be seen clearly due to the mask, white shirt, and black casual pants.

Um?

The murderer was a little confused, and his chaotic brain got stuck when he saw this scene.

He glanced at the corpse at his feet and then at the figure in front of him.

Isn't he dead? I did it myself!

"Same face...are you talking about us?"

The figure in front took off his mask and lifted up his hair that blocked his vision, revealing his fair face with dark circles under his eyes and a nasty smile.

…

"That's it. I still have something to do. You guys should go back together first. Don't go to a less crowded place and go home early." Wan Yi said to the five people in front of him.

"Are you still worried about us? It's more dangerous for you to walk alone at night. What's worth doing so late at night?" Ye Zheng asked.

Everyone was surprised that Wan Yi actually cared about people, but the tone of his words was as if he was coaxing a child, which made people feel confused.

Wan Yi shrugged: "You can't let an opportunity run away just because you want to take a nap."

He gave the group of people a space to daydream, waved his hand and turned around to leave.

Looking at Wan Yi's back, everyone looked at each other, and finally shook their heads helplessly.

Wan Yi is such a weird person, and everyone is already used to it.