Yo? That's pretty good.

Lin Qingliu stood behind the photographer, looking at the tall man, and felt that there was a slickness in him that was inconsistent with his superficial image.

It seems that he wants to make progress too much.

Seeing that someone had already taken up the role of mouthpiece for him, Lin Qingliu said nothing more. He simply closed the door of the clinic and continued his "treatment".

The piles of books had been neatly stacked next to the table. Lin Qingliu came to the fake person, put one hand on his forehead, and pointed the other hand at one of the piles of books.

A whirlwind suddenly arose in the strictly sealed room. The wind kept accelerating in the narrow room, tearing and rolling up the pile of books beside Lin Qingliu one by one.

Under the gathering of wind, the papers turned into strips, and then began to overlap and entangle with each other.

A piece of paper flying at an extremely fast speed cut Lin Qingliu's finger, and his blood began to flow out little by little.

This is not the first time he has used blood as a medium for his own abilities. Blood and flesh, as components of Lin Qingliu's physical body, can serve as the cornerstone and extend some of his other abilities.

Soon, the flying papers kept decreasing, and beside Lin Qingliu, a three-dimensional paper man with an appearance extremely similar to that of a human appeared little by little.

First the bones, then the simulation of muscles and skin, and finally, the smooth face began to gradually bulge or dent, forming a face that was exactly the same as the person lying there.

The small tornado soon subsided, and a young man was standing in front of Lin Qingliu.

This young man has a well-proportioned body, his arms are slightly thicker than those of an average person, and show signs of certain exercise.

His hair naturally fell to his eyebrows, and seemed to be divided to both sides by an invisible force.

The lines on his face were soft, and although he looked to be only in his twenties, he gave off a sense of calmness and reliability.

At this moment, the man made entirely of paper showed a gentle smile and stretched out his hand towards Lin Qingliu in front of him:

"Hello, Doctor Lin, I'm Chao Neng Nian, and I'm glad to meet you."

Lin Qingliu stretched out his left hand and shook hands with him, feeling his own control distance and accuracy, and felt that his abilities still had a lot of room for improvement.

That’s right, the handshake and greeting just now were completely his multitasking. This combination of abilities looked very powerful, but Lin Qingliu, the person involved, felt that it was a bit useless.

This ability to create clones not only requires high levels of materials and prior preparation, but also the precision cannot be controlled very well.

As for speaking and actions, they were completely controlled by Lin Qingliu. He was not worried about any bugs in personality or memory. After all, he had read the memories of the first generation of the dummy and could imitate them.

In addition, since this second-generation dummy is essentially made of paper, it cannot last for more than two days, or forty-eight hours.

And the most important point is that they must not take a bath!

Fortunately, these five people will be awarded medals tomorrow. As long as they show up at the awarding ceremony, what happens afterwards will have nothing to do with Lin Qingliu.

When they shook hands just now, Lin Qingliu clearly felt the stiffness in the other party's palm.

And this is just the flaw that will be revealed when manipulating one dummy. If you manipulate three or more, you may be able to see the flaw just by watching.

But Lin Qingliu was not completely helpless. After careful consideration, he became more and more certain that his plan was feasible.

Five minutes later, the door of the clinic opened and "Nian" walked out with a smile on his face.

"Brother, how do you feel?"

The first person to ask the question was the photographer, and it was obvious from his appearance that he had been waiting at the door for some time.

The others, either because of their status or because they didn't have time to react, or perhaps because they were not human, did not speak with him.

"I feel great. Dr. Lin's deep sleep therapy is really as good as it is said to be."

"Oh? Deep sleep therapy?"

The photographer raised his eyebrows, looking like he had never seen the world before.

"Yes."

The second generation dummy "Nian" looked around and began to insert advertisements under Lin Qingliu's control:

"I heard during my break that there is a young team leader among the psychologists hired by the headquarters who can hypnotize patients who are under great psychological pressure and allow them to deeply relax for a period of time.

"I just tried it, wow, it feels really good, everyone should find a chance to try it too!"

The photographer's face twitched for no reason. Although they were both captains of the second batch of super-powered teams ranging from the sixth to the tenth, the photographer and Nian were not particularly familiar with each other before.

His brows furrowed slightly, he felt that this guy had never been so talented as a comedian before...

Is this the true nature of this guy? Was his previous cold and reserved personality just a disguise, or was it a self-defense under pressure?

Several thoughts flashed through the photographer's mind in a short period of time.

On the opposite side of "Nian", the first-generation dummies "Quicksand" and "Gecko" also felt something was wrong.

The other person seemed to lack a certain temperament, a temperament that belonged to the supreme will, deep and introverted (lacking brains).

But they couldn't figure out what was going on for a moment, but under the watchful eyes of the public, they had to go on with the show.

The two stood up together, then politely pushed each other twice to confirm the order.

"Liusha" pushed the door open and "Nian" sat down in his previous position with a relaxed look on his face.

The "gecko" moved its body silently, looking like it wanted to snuggle up to its good captain, but unfortunately no one noticed.

He wanted to synchronize what had just happened in the clinic through touch and "thought".

For these souls that are the incarnations of the Supreme Will, contact can transfer a large amount of information, and if one individual knows it, it is basically equivalent to knowing everything.

But unexpectedly, "Nian" actually moved in another direction, and the movement was so obvious that it even attracted the attention of the photographer.

Just as the "Gecko" was wondering why "Nian" did not synchronize information with himself, the other party's head tilted over and its mouth opened and closed at an angle that the photographer could not see.

"Gecko" quickly understood the other party's lip language:

“Someone is watching.”

He suddenly realized that as the product of the fusion of his split soul and the real "gecko" personality, his style of behavior had changed and he was no longer as rational and cautious.

The personality that was fused with the split soul of "Nian" was obviously more advanced and could bring him more help, unlike the brainless idiot that he had fused with.

Two meters away, the photographer used his extraordinary senses to see the two people's little movements completely.

His expression suddenly became tense again, and he felt as if his whole body was continuously numb.

A silent cry resounded in his heart:

"These two people, they don't have that kind of relationship, do they?"