In fact, it is not a torture instrument for torture. This thing itself cannot harm us. But for those involved in this matter, the deterrence of this thing is huge.

I turned my head to look at the people around me, and the other party also showed a surprised expression.

This is the head of seven people. The girl lined up the heads and placed them on the coffee table in front of us.

The head should not be very fresh. What has been treated? The color is yellow and the face is peaceful, but it is obvious that it is dead.

What made my mind turbulent is that these seven people all have the same face.

My face.

"What's going on?" I stuttered, "Why are there so many me?"

"Many things cannot be successful in one go. A perfect copy is often accompanied by many defective products. The defective products cannot be rebuilt or circulated." Zhang Longban said, "So, they can only exist as information."

“These are…”

"These are the preparations for one of you. Before one of you became Wu Xie, these people could have become Wu Xie, but obviously, they were not very lucky."

I looked at the heads and still couldn't understand: "But they were all dead. Even if they failed, they wouldn't kill them."

"You know my surname is Zhang, and you should also know my origin. Back then, judging whether a disguise was successful was not just about the face. It was necessary to be seamless from the body to the heart, and you had to stay with the imitated people all year round. However, over time, some people will have feelings for the imitated people and are unwilling to perform their missions. Such people often flee overseas. The disguise technology is actually difficult to use for a long time, because it is difficult to really hide and deceive familiar people. Only under a certain system can many impossible things be achieved."

Zhang Long paused for a while, as if he was combing from the head, and then said after a while: "For a period of time, we found that someone was pursuing a man named Zhang Qiling nationwide, so we began to intervene and discovered a jaw-dropping conspiracy. We watched the conspiracy and began to find that things became increasingly uncontrollable. In order to make things more and more controllable, we had to intervene quietly and clean up some of the people that dazzled us."

"Then are you from the Buddha or the real Zhang family?" I asked, but I couldn't quite understand what he was talking about.

"There are no real Zhang family members long ago. However, Zhang Dafo no longer belonged to our system a long time ago." Zhang Longban said, "When the mainland was in civil strife, a system of international trade in Hong Kong was relatively completely preserved."

"Then you killed these people?"

"Yes, our seniors are responsible for most of it," said Zhang Longban. "If you understand the entire plot that your family is involved in, you will find that there are traces of our participation in many places. In fact, we have been watching you."

When I said this, Zhang Longban showed an arrogance and calm mood, which I find difficult to describe. Later I found that it was a kind of aura that came from itself and was similar to aristocratic.

But it is not a nobleman, it is not a kind of luxury, but a sense of superiority that has long been aware of everything.

"I will tell you the real Wu Xie after I have distinguished you. Now, let's start!" Zhang Longban gave Miss Zhang a wink. Miss Zhang and the other person raised the seven heads and approached us, saying, "There is only one question - you can take a closer look at these heads and tell which one looks the most like you."

I looked at each other with the guy next to me. I thought to myself: How can I judge this? Whether it looks like myself or not is completely different. Moreover, these heads are all my faces. It makes me feel dizzy and I can't judge at all.

"Just just distinguish according to your feelings." Zhang Longban said, "The right to judge lies with me."

If you guess, there is only one-seventh chance. My mind is so swollen that I can't look directly at the head. The fake Wu Xie next to me said to me: "Don't be fooled, this is something that I can't tell any difference. Only when we refuse can we have a chance to live together."

"Actually, this is not the case." said Miss Zhang. "For us, if we really can't tell the difference, we have to break your tendons and lock you in a room, waiting for you to die of old age."

"I don't believe you will do such a thing." I retorted, "We have no grievances, right?"

"You only have ten minutes, otherwise you can only crawl around somewhere and spend the rest of your life." Zhang Longban didn't care about my words.

I was wondering in my heart, and the fake Wu Xie next to me looked at me again, and suddenly said, "I have chosen it, give me paper and pen, I will write it down."

"Fuck you!" I cursed, "talking like fart."

"Because I believe they will do that kind of thing, you'd better choose as soon as possible," he said.

My mind was buzzing, and when I looked at the seven heads in front of me, I felt dizzy. Which one looked more like me? Damn, if I chose the wrong choice, I would be the eighth head.

I didn't expect that my head could become a collectible and could be used as a set. I remembered when I played the Big Pineapple game before, and I cursed in my heart: Damn, I will also be treated as a headhunter.

"Do you choose? Death early and get older." Miss Zhang urged me to look at me.

I scolded, "If you choose the wrong one, it's not that your head is dried into dried plums. Can I take responsibility for my head?"

"Okay, let you think about it carefully." Miss Zhang looked at me, and seemed to be funny. "But at this critical moment, you can still make fun of it, and you are a man. If you are wrong, I will make you die happily."

I ignored her and looked at the seven heads again. Which one looks like me? Which one looks like me? Damn, they all look so ugly, and each one looks like the damn.

Ideas, ideas, I want some ideas, a direction of thinking.

I tried my best to think: Which aspect of thinking is easier to clarify the way of thinking? Is it age?

I can’t tell my age at all, and I’ve died like this, how can I tell my age? I think about how my mother described my appearance before, as if it was not like that it was born, but pulled out.

Damn, mom, can't you make some constructive jokes?

"Two minutes left."

"Don't urge me, I'll be annoyed when you urge me!" I cursed.

"Okay, okay." Miss Zhang said and stepped aside.

I looked at the heads again, and suddenly had an idea.

Annoyance - When I was in college, there was a girl who seemed to like me. She said to me that my face was very quiet and she was not annoyed when she looked at people.
Chapter completed!