Vol 12 Chapter 1582: Confession (10)

The street is only three hundred meters away. Among the crowd, there is a slightly fat figure holding a sharp sword, very coquettish.
He pulled passing pedestrians from time to time.
The range of motion is very large.
Just looking at its shape, without hearing its voice, Fang Lang can also be 100% sure that this person is a sword.
Next second.
The dull voice of Fengjian came from behind.
"They didn't tell me that there is another in this world, no, two brothers who look exactly like me!"
Listen to the sound of Fengjian.
Fang Lang suddenly turned around and looked back.
Only tens of meters later.
At the center of the crowd, Feng Jian was looking strangely in the other direction.
Look down along the line of sight.
This is very simple and easy. Fang Lang saw another person a hundred meters away walking in this direction, his face full of cheap swords.
The wind sword enthusiastically hooked a young man's neck, whispering something mysteriously to him.
Three wind swords.
People can't distinguish between true and false.
Even the details of the clothes you wear are exactly the same.
Even the metal sword in his hand has a small gap the size of a grain of rice in front of the sword.
Three wind swords.
With the joint efforts of everyone present, he was quickly trapped in this spacious warehouse.
Three wind swords.
They all sit on the ground in a deceptive manner.
Three wind swords.
Everyone looked at each other in horror and confusion.
At the same time, Fang Lang, named after Fengjian, also entered the center of the warehouse crowd.
He kept a distance of seven or eight meters from them, leaned on the pillar, looked at them calmly, and looked at the bystanders around him calmly.
no way.
Even if Fang Lang wanted to abandon the wind sword and leave, it would be difficult for him to do so.
Instead of waiting for others to use force, it is better to join forces here to "please" him.
It’s best to recognize yourself and automatically "walk" here.
Before Fang Lang could say something to relieve his tension, the three swords started their own quarrel.
One of the swords pointed at the noses of the other two people, cursing them.
"Where did you two fakes come from, saying, you pretend to be me, what are your intentions? It is difficult to change your face in a dream, but this is not an unachievable goal."
I can see the face in my dream. However, I have never heard of someone who changes his face in a dream and his body is exactly the same as the target person. Even height and hairstyle are no different.
Fang Lang sighed silently in his heart.
The other sword laughed and asked loudly.
"Pretending to be you? I think you two are pretending to be me!"
The other two swords, accused of posing as liars, did not make eye contact, opened their mouths, and uttered two words at the same time.
"Pooh!"
When I found myself saying the same sentence tacitly with another wind sword.
The third wind sword was out of anger, his fingers trembling, and he shouted at the noses of the other two wind swords.
"Which of you sold them the so-called mysterious news? But now I am here to suffer for both of you!"
The first wind sword slapped the ground angrily, condemning loudly.
"Ask me? The same question, I still want to ask you!"
The second sword sneered and then laughed loudly.
"Pretend, continue to pretend, I see when you can do it."
The third Fengjian raised his arms, his chin raised, and his nostrils facing upward.
"This can't be true, this can't be true, sooner or later you will show the tail of the fox!"
After the argument reached a dead end.
The three men turned their heads at the same time, looking at Fang Lang from three different angles, arguing against Fang Lang for each word.
"Guge, you say, who of us is real!"
Fang Lang looked dumbfounded.
He never thought that war would eventually burn on him.
The stupid circle is just a moment.
The next second, he rushed towards the three swords with a straight face, and they all raised the same question to him at the same time, only saying one word.
"Get out!"
Some kind of inexplicable but strong noise.
The noisy host and the surrounding audience went online in a daze.
Then, most people couldn't help but set their sights on Fang Lang.
Under all eyes.
Looking at the three swords that are still noisy.
Fang Lang couldn't help but "cock" in his heart.
Take a closer look at each wind sword.
However, I really can't see which sword is real and which sword is fake.
Even if you have worn out fake eyes.
At most, he only saw that the clothes of the three swords were a bit strange in some details.
But with this strange point that is difficult to detect under normal circumstances, Fang Lang will never be able to judge which one is true and which one is false.
But due to too much attention, I had to come up with some dry goods.
Yes it is.
After clearing his throat, Fang Lang directly charged three swords and asked several questions at the same time.
What do you want to do when you walk in the crowd?
The three swords looked at Fang Lang enthusiastically. After hearing Fang Lang's question, they opened their mouths without thinking and gave the same answer.
"Sell news!"
...
Faced with such unity, Fang Lang was not happy with no hesitation in the answer.
Is this the rhythm of not taking the initiative to confess everything? I am afraid that the three swords also thought of this.
The other party glared at each other.
Another example is to pre-rehearse a general opening statement and correct errors in the preceding words.
"But I never sold the news to these two people!"
Haha.
There are many cynics.
Regardless of those present or watching the excitement, almost no one believes these three words are correct.
Even Fang Lang couldn't help laughing to the bottom of his heart.
As brothers, it's hard to believe, let alone outsiders.
I thought about it.
Fang Lang continued to question bystanders who seemed ready to teach the liar at any time, regardless of other eager attempts.
"In this dangerous dream, where did you learn valuable information? Why would you sell different information to different people?"
After hearing this question, the first sword patted him on the chest and answered proudly.
"I don't need to know where I came from, I just need to know!"
Glancing contemptuously at the first sword, the second sword added triumphantly.
"It should be that when I see someone's face, important information related to him will automatically appear in my mind."
Nodding heavily, agreeing with the action, the other two answered by themselves, and the third blade then murmured a little regretfully.
"Unfortunately, I found more than 20 people at random today, but they all refused to believe what I said."
Having said this, the eyes of the three swords suddenly lit up at the same time, and they shouted at Fang Lang. ..
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