【forum】
…
4207
Those screenshots don’t look fake to me. Family members, could it be that the dimensional wall has been broken?

4208
I have looked at the picture, and I have checked it with AI and PS. There is no trace. It is completely taken from the web page, but it is not ruled out that the web page is fake.
4209
Oh my god, they built a fake website just to mess with our post? They are all stinking CP fan girls, what are we worthy of?
【Four Two One Zero】
It’s really not fake! ! Damn, I’m going crazy
【Four Two One One】
You guys are crazy about OC, I asked people around me, no one knows what the King of Manchester City is, and as far as I know, Manchester City just won its first Champions League trophy in the 22-23 season, you guys, your dreams are too big

【Four Two One Two】
Wait, I’ll share your post.

4213
Yo, it’s time to call for help.

4214
Don’t be so sarcastic, family, I think something is wrong.

4215
What’s going on? Something’s wrong. They’re obviously jealous of our BBB and are here to cause trouble.
4216
@Wang Mumu
Sister Lin, come quickly! Someone is causing trouble.

4217
Don’t call her. I guess Sister Lin’s troubles haven’t been resolved yet. She just said in the post that she couldn’t find BBB. It seems that she also, uh, saw a juvenile BBB.
4218
It is reasonable to suspect that someone brought contraband over, which caused everyone in the villa to get high passively. Remember that video? The one where the host went to report on the burning of marijuana and ended up getting high himself?

4219
No, my family, this is too coincidental.

4220
what?
4221
Think about it, Sister Lin just said something was wrong in the villa, BBB disappeared, and this person appeared on the forum
(Conan’s glasses reflection.jpg)

4222
Ah! So it was Sister Lin who came up with this to mess with us?
4223
No, no, no, that’s not what I meant.

4224
I mean, is there a possibility that—

【Four Two Two Five】
This was recommended by a friend. Let me see what kind of shit this is.

【Four Two Two Six】
Don’t get too obsessed with it. You can make realistic OCs, but don’t get so confused that you don’t know your own name. Based on the above (I started reading from the first floor), I searched for the name of your OC, or I searched it on the Internet. You can see for yourself.
(Screenshot – search for keywords ‘Bati’ ‘Brazil’)
(Screenshot-Character Photo)

4227
ha? ? ? ?

4228
When did BBB become a tattoo artist?
4229
Wow! This picture is so cool! Can I get the original picture @【四二二六】楼
4230
hiss–
Family, something is wrong.
4231
Even a fool can see that something is wrong. BBB is not that strong. And the tattoos are different. The one in the picture seems to have a chain tattooed on his neck, while BBB has the word “Victory” in Roman on his neck.

4232
Ah ah ah ah ah!

4233
Narcissus rice! Fragrant Narcissus rice! I forgive those troublemakers upstairs! Thank you mommy for the meal!
(touching cat head.jpg)

4234
Tsk tsk tsk, I’m going to betray my family. I used to be an iron-blooded BBB right-wing warrior!
(Crash panda head.jpg)

4235
Wait a minute, folks. I haven’t finished what I just said.
4236
But this picture confirms my guess.

4237
(The truth is only one .gif)

4238
Appeared!! Parallel world!!!
……

Compared to the relatively harmonious atmosphere in the forum, Batty in the tattoo shop is not having a good time.

Of course, his statement was so ridiculous that before he caught his godfather and the devil angel “sleeping in the same bed”, if someone suddenly told him “I am you in the ordinary world”, he would not believe it and would feel that the other person was insulting his IQ.

“Ha, are you looking down on my intelligence?”

Batty: …

“Look at me and tell me what your purpose is. Don’t try to fool me. If you dare to lie, I will make a hole in your pretty face.”

Batty: …

Speak of the devil.

“Stand there and don’t move.”

The other one came over with a gun in hand and searched Batty’s body. After making sure that he had no weapons, his attitude softened a little, but he never put down the gun.

“What is your purpose?” he asked.

“Nothing,” Batty shrugged. “I was just thrown here. Believe me, 10 minutes ago I didn’t believe in parallel worlds just like you.”

The other Batty sneered silently, then pointed a gun at Batty and took him to the inner room, which should be where he tattooed the guests. Batty quietly observed the surroundings. How to put it, it was very rock and roll, which was totally not his style.

Keeping the muzzle of his gun pointed at the stranger in front of him, Batty in this world sat down on a black patent leather sofa, crossed his legs, and with his free hand, he took a bottle of what should be leftover beer from the table next to him and took a big gulp.

“You said you were thrown here by someone?” He asked with a half-smile, “Who was it?”

“My godfather’s advisor. Speaking of which, maybe you know my godfather, Brazil’s national treasure, Hollywood’s top director, Edmundo. Do you know him?”

The other narrowed his eyes.

“No, I don’t know anyone named Edmundo.” He placed his hands on his knees and tapped them rhythmically. “Back to the topic just now, according to you, who sent you here?”

Tsk tsk.

For a moment, Batistuta suddenly understood how Guardiola and the others felt.

He can be quite a jerk himself sometimes.

Batty rolled his eyes and folded his hands across his chest. “I don’t know. Black hair, a man, calling himself Lucy, with a pair of black wings. Who do you think he is?”

“Hey!” The other one tightened his grip on the gun, “I didn’t say you can put your hands down.”

“Relax, I won’t do anything to you. I am you.”

“Damn it! Stop saying ‘I am you’!” the other one suddenly exploded, “How stupid, you keep saying we are the same person, well, let’s just treat us as one, prove it to me!”

Ah this.

How to prove this.

“I don’t know what kind of proof you want, but – I was born in Rio and am from Rocinha,” Batistuta said after thinking for a while.

“Me too, but that doesn’t prove anything, there are too many people in Rocinha.” Another said, “You have to come up with something else.”

“Otherwise… do you know loach?”

The other’s eyes darkened.

“What’s up with him.”

“So there are loaches in this world, too. Well, I don’t know how it is for you here, but to me, he is my little brother.”

Batty stretched his neck and pulled open his collar, revealing a scar below his collarbone that was hidden by a tattoo.

“I took a bullet for him, and then he followed me,” he said.

“…”

The other one said nothing, just stared at the tattoo on his chest. Batty didn’t know whether he had the same experience as him. The only thing he was sure of was that he in this world must have known Loach.

After a while, the other Batty’s hand on the gun relaxed and he pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

“continue.”

Well, it seems that there is still more to prove.

Barty bit his lip.

what!
In that instant, an idea flashed upon him and he suddenly knew what to say.

“Nelson Castro.” Batty said with a smile on his face.

The moment he said the name, the other person’s eyes shot over like an arrow.

“It seems you know him too.”

“You know him, Castro?” asked another.

“More than knowing him.” Batty said sarcastically, “Nelson Castro, nicknamed Cripple, I hate him. From the first day I joined the gang, that disgusting thing wanted me.”

Hearing this, the Batty of this world lost his composure. He leaned forward, supported himself on his knees and looked at Batty with a scrutinizing gaze.

“What did he do to you?”

“It’s nothing, just – killing some small animals in front of me, dripping their blood on my face, then watching the blood flow into my mouth, and then letting me kiss the barrel of his gun. You know, he said more than once that he likes to hear me scream. That guy is a pervert, but I’m lucky that his thing can’t be used.” Batty said with a sneer.

The other fell silent, then put away his gun.

He exhaled a few puffs of smoke and beckoned for Batty to sit next to him.

Batty threw himself next to his other self, then crossed his legs and put them on the coffee table without any hesitation, just like he was at home.

He refused the cigarette offered by the other party and asked, “Why, did that guy do it to you too?”

“Uh-huh,” said another. “When I was like, fucking 6 years old, the first time I went to pick up a delivery, the guy turned off all the lights in the warehouse and tried to touch me, you know what I mean (Battie: Got it), huh, I remember it clearly to this day.”

“And then, what did you do?”

“I endured it the first time, I endured it the second time, and the third time, I shot him twice.” Another raised an eyebrow and said, “I never saw him again after that.”

“Wow.” Batty blew his bangs. “So your doing this didn’t affect the group? I mean, in my place, the Cripple has a background.”

“As if no one gives a fuck.” The other one grinned, “I left the group after I killed the cripple, otherwise I would be – probably dead somewhere now.”

He flicked the ash off his cigarette and looked at Batty. “Oh, by the way, I also experienced the incident with the loach you just mentioned, but I didn’t take the bullet for him. I ran away.”

Batty opened his mouth in surprise.

“so–“

“So now he sees me as a thorn in his side. If I step on Rocinha’s land again, he will bring his men to beat me to a pulp.”

hiss–

It sounds like the loach in this world has climbed to a very high position in the group.

“So he is now the most powerful general of the Hound, right?” Batty asked. “Hound?” The other laughed, “The era of the Hound is long gone. The current group is led by Loach.”

Batty: !!!
“He, he—ah?” Batty couldn’t believe his ears. “You mean, the hound is dead?”

“Hmm,” the other one started smoking his third cigarette, “the loach should have killed it eight hundred years ago.”

“Then, then—where’s the butcher?”

“The Butcher? He’s dead too.” said another. “Now the world is ruled by Loach and Ghost. Ghost, his thug, is even more powerful than the Butcher. It is said that she is a woman, and she is Asian.”

Uh–

Asian, female.

“Qiaolin?” Batty asked tentatively, “Li Qiaolin?”

“Do you know her real name?”

“Unbelievable.” Batty slapped his forehead. “To be honest, she is my friend. We were still joking around half an hour before I was thrown here.”

The other one had an ‘I’m more fucking surprised than you’ expression.

He took a long drag on his cigarette, stubbed out the rest on the sole of his shoe, then opened the pack and took out the fourth, glancing at Batty.

“You really don’t smoke?”

“I play football and I don’t smoke.” Batty gave him a fake smile.

“Fuck! You actually went to play football!” Upon hearing this, the other one showed an expression that was even more surprised than when he heard that he knew Loach and Ghost, “Tell me quickly, have you saved Brazil’s football from being a piece of shit!”

Almost done, shit, football?
“Although we only won the sixth star in 2022, it doesn’t warrant being called shit,” Batty retorted with a twitch of his eyebrows.

“You got the sixth star? Damn, that’s pretty good.” The other gave himself a praising look, “I’m not so good here, the sixth star? Ha! I’ll be thankful when I can return to the finals.”

Ah this.

This statement is a bit beyond Batty’s understanding.

In his world, if Brazil didn’t have him, then in the 2018 World Cup in Russia, the final would not have been dragged into penalties due to an own goal, and then they would not have lost shamefully to France.

“Here, is the 2023 World Cup in Qatar?” Batistuta asked.

“exist.”

“Who’s the champion?”

“Argentina.”

“Argentina?”

“uh-huh.”

“What about Brazil?”

“Brazil lost to Croatia at the quarter-final stage.”

“Quarterfinals? Damn it, how come we only made it to the quarterfinals?” Batty beeped in annoyance. “What about 1? Didn’t Brazil win the World Cup in Russia?”

“Ha, you made me laugh. We also fell in the quarterfinals that time. I remember it very clearly. We lost to Belgium.”

“…Unbelievable.” Batistuta’s eyes began to wander. “So, who are the members of the Brazilian national team here? Is Neymar on the team?”

“what!!”

Unexpectedly, when Neymar was mentioned, the Batistuta of this world suddenly became excited.

“That guy can’t hold up the Brazilian team. I know him. I’ve done a tattoo on him. He’s like – he’ll never grow up. In 18, he didn’t have the ambition. In 22, he became more stable, but his teammates -” he complained quickly, “Now, you know, he, Neymar, is known as the last Samba football heir. He’s now in Saudi Arabia. Why? Of course, for money.”

Uh, huh?
“What did you say?” Batty opened his eyes wide again, “Ney went to Saudi Arabia, impossible!”

“Oh, he did go. I’ll find some news for you.”

“——Why, how old is he, why go to a place like Saudi Arabia? We are playing well in Manchester City and we even said we would win the first three consecutive Champions League titles in the new millennium.”

“Manchester City? No, no, he’s not in Manchester City. Where is he? I don’t watch much football, so I can’t remember clearly. It seems to be Paris. Yes, he has been in Paris since he left Barcelona and has never left.”

Looking at another news photo on his mobile phone, in which Neymar was holding a Saudi League jersey and smiling happily, Batistuta didn’t know what to say.

“Ney you…”

He couldn’t help but touch it with his fingertips.

Hiss, something’s wrong.

Batistuta in this world narrowed his eyes, looked at himself next to him, and then looked at Neymar on his phone. Could this subtle expression of emotion mean that –

“Is there something going on between you and Neymar?” he asked in a long tone.

“…It’s just that we’ve won so many trophies together, and we’ve exchanged Golden Globes. I don’t understand why there’s such a big difference here.” Batty was a little dazed, and then suddenly as if he remembered something, he lifted up his trouser legs, “Look, we also got matching tattoos, which look incomplete when viewed alone, but when you add the ones on his hands – as long as he puts his hands up, we’re one, the best partners, Superman and Batman.”

Tsk.

Batti on this side raised his lips in an ambiguous smile. He felt that the self in this other world beside him didn’t look like someone who had crawled out of a pile of dead bodies in the slums, but rather looked like a spoiled young master.

Otherwise, how could he let down his guard so quickly?

They were the same person, yes, but what if he was a bad guy, a bad guy in the traditional sense? He swore that just now, he had dozens of opportunities to knock the man out and sell him to a brothel or somewhere else.

and–

The other one glanced at the movements of the person next to him. Why did he lift his pants to this extent? He could see clearly the so-called “absolute area” and the places further inside.

Does this guy really not know how tempting his actions are?

Maybe he could teach him a lesson.

“I don’t care what your stupid tattoo means, I just care about – Neymar? Are you serious?”

Batty was stunned, “What do you mean?”

“I mean–“

The other one put out the cigarette, turned around and pushed his own self from another world down on the sofa. He leaned over and sprayed the smoke in his mouth onto the face that looked exactly like his own. He grabbed one of his legs with his right hand and lifted it up to his waist, while his left hand moved up through the cloth, slowly climbing up along his abdomen to his chest.

Finally, under the astonished gaze of his own self in the other world, he leaned close to his ear.

“Eat something good, dear, myself.”

Batty: !!!!

Crazy crazy.

Seeing his familiar face so close to him and the pair of blue eyes that were filled with a certain frivolous teasing, Batty was a little panicked.

He thought he was here for a friendly exchange.

But now, this is—

How can we communicate like this?

Or with myself.

Seeing that tattooed and ring-covered hand about to press on his neck, with the thumb rubbing his lips, Barty suppressed the slight expectation in his heart and tried to distance himself: “Let me go! I warn you, I’m not as strong as you look, but I’m also very good at fighting–hmm!”

The next second, his mouth was sealed.

At the same time, as their lips touched, as if some connection had finally been established, information from the two worlds was still transmitted to each other.

The person who was just angered by a post titled “【Li Tao】Is the little king of Manchester City a given child?” in the forum, miraculously, found a documentary about the king of Manchester City on a certain pink letter station.

“What are you doing?”

With some suspicion, she clicked on it.

Then–

【forum】
…
【5248】
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh the little king is so handsome!!!

【5249】
Help! !

【5250】
Mom, I’m falling in love!
【5251】
My family! My family! I found it! BBB’s documentary! Ahhhhhh! I’m sorry! (Dogeza.jpg) Please give me a chance aaaaaaaaa!!
5252
? ? ? ?
5253
What happened upstairs? Are you crazy?
5254
It seems to be the girl who came to question whether we were OC

5255
Girl, are you okay?

【Five Two Five Six】
ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
(Screenshot – Documentary, 2018 World Cup, Brazil’s revenge on Germany, Batistuta sliding on his knees and opening a bottle of champagne after the game)
(Screenshot – Documentary, 18-19 Champions League final, the little king held up the Manchester City flag in front of the audience)

【5257】
Ahhhhh I can’t take it anymore! He’s so handsome! I love him so much! I’m blown away! Little King yyds!

【5258】
The whole world should kneel at the feet of our little king! Ahhhhh! No! I want to promote this to the whole world! Even in a parallel world! It can’t stop me! From becoming! The one who promotes it!

At the same time, the frantic fan shared Batty’s documentary and posts on Facebook, WeChat Moments, Animal Space, IG and Twitter.

The originally calm Internet exploded.

(End of this chapter)