Chapter 7 Mechanical Wrist Bone

Zhong Yirou looked at An Wujiu and then at Shen Ti's mask.

"You two are playing with me."

"No." An Wujiu shook his head with a serious expression.

Zhong Yirou looked at him suspiciously, An Wujiu bent down and picked up the wine bottle just put on the ground, only to find that he was holding a bottle of champagne in his hand, a little disbelieving, "Where did this come from? I Remember that there are none in the supplies."

An Wu Jiu directly pointed at Shen Ti with the bottle of wine, and explained honestly, "His."

"You dare to drink his, what if it's poison?" Zhong Yirou almost rolled her eyes, feeling that the little white rabbit-like boy in front of her didn't look like the person Yang Ming said.

Shouldn't it be a scam, find a starting target to start with, and then defeat each one.

An Wujiu explained, “I only drank it after he drank it.”

"Okay..." Only then did Zhong Yirou understand, looking at Shen Ti, "Then where did you get it?"

Shen Ti, who was questioned, took out the virtual panel, turned to the point exchange interface, swiped his fingers, found the same champagne, and showed it to the two of them.

From his actions, An Wujiu could see a hint of pride and pride.

Zhong Yirou's reaction was bigger than An Wujiu imagined, "Are you crazy? Everyone gets a chance to exchange for each round of the game, you use it to buy wine?"

She glanced at the price tag under the champagne on the screen again, hoping to pinch herself, "This bottle of wine actually sells for 3,000 saint coins! I got 5,000 coins in the last round of the game. The price is so outrageous, why don't they? Go grab it?"

After she finished speaking, she made an angry move, "No, you can't lose your temper, it's not elegant to lose your temper."

Shen Ti shrugged and slid his fingers casually, as if showing her other product interfaces.

An Wu Jiu paid special attention and suddenly understood why Shen Ti didn't buy other things, probably because of the nature of this game, the food and drinks on the product page showed that they could not be purchased, the only thing that could be bought was this high-priced wine.

"It's so expensive." He muttered to himself, and then took the initiative to hand the wine back to Shen Ti, if it wasn't for the injury to his right hand, he would have given it back with both hands, "Sorry, I... just took a sip. "

But Shen Ti just stared at his hand, then raised his head and crossed An Wujiu, expressing refusal to accept it.

"It must be that he is not used to drinking, he is a real loser." Zhong Yirou shook her head and said to An Wujiu, "Go ahead, you don't have any other supplies."

Her tone made An Wu Jiao ponder for a while, as if comforting, but also a little apologetic.

After finishing speaking, Zhong Yirou tapped An Wujiu's cheek with her slender fingers, "I just wanted to say, what's wrong with your face? It's so red and there are fingerprints on it." She leaned closer, An Wujiu The skin is too white and too thin, I don't know how hard the other party used, and the marks left are particularly obvious.

"Nothing." An Wu Jiu shook his head lightly.

Zhong Yirou didn't believe it, she raised her eyebrows, "Someone is bullying you!"

An Wu Jiu did not speak, he stared at Zhong Yi Rou's face.

He did not say that it was not a show of power, but hoped to show his weakness and innocence in front of those who had already targeted him.

There seemed to be resentment and loyalty on her face, but he wasn't sure whether this woman could be trusted. But if the current perception is really quantified into a scale, the [trusted] side must have gained a little more tilt so far.

If under the guidance of Yang Ming, being isolated is inevitable, then An Wu Jiu needs to use this isolation to create the illusion of being unable to resist.

In the end, An Wujiu did not respond to Zhong Yirou's words, but instead asked another question, "Why did you guys enter this game?"

Zhong Yirou raised her eyes and glanced at him, then corrected: "It's not 'you', it's us."

Because of An Wujiu's statement, she seemed to accept the possibility of this person's amnesia, and the expression on her face relaxed, "Everyone comes in for different purposes, some are for money, they want a lot of money, and some just want to live. Going to a wealthy area, wanting to breathe clean air and see the sun. There are people who want to save other people's lives, save their own lives..."

She smiled, "Actually it's the same, it's all about satisfying her own desires."

Help.

This key word caught An Wu Jiao's attention.

He guessed that his original purpose of coming in was probably to save his mother on the sickbed. It's just that he was a little surprised. He originally thought that many of these participating players would be forced to enter, but he did not expect to participate voluntarily.

Was it yourself at the time?

Now the regular medical resources are astronomical for ordinary people, and the terminally ill mother can only spend money if she wants to survive, a lot of money.

This may be his only way.

"Did you know? After I won the first round, I returned to reality, and I exchanged all my holy coins for bonuses. There were a total of 20,000 yuan. I used them to buy beautiful clothes and ate them happily. Dinner." Zhong Yirou's expression was not as happy and excited as what she said, "That was the first time I had real steak, not cheap synthetic protein, but meat. I also opened a bottle of wine, which was extravagantly. I poured two full glasses, and one fell on the ground." She explained, "Give it to my friend."

"Sorry." An Wu Jiu said softly.

Zhong Yirou smiled, "What are you sorry for has nothing to do with you."

An Wujiu asked again, "Can we return to reality every time the game ends?"

Zhong Yirou nodded, "Yes. But there are only 24 hours. If you don't return to the game cabin after the time has passed, you will be executed." She stretched out her finger and tapped her forehead, "Remember the man before the warm-up game. Well, the same fate."

24 hours……

At least we can see each other.

"Hey." Zhong Yirou put her arms around her chest and glanced at An Wujiu's raised hand, "How did your injury come about, don't you remember?"

An Wu Jiu came back to his senses and shook his head at her.

"This is how tragic the last level was to suffer such a serious injury."

The entire right arm was severely bruised, and the flesh on the right wrist was directly split open. The wound was neat but jagged, as if it was sawed alive by a chainsaw. If it weren't for this metal skeleton, I'm afraid this hand would be gone.

Zhong Yirou said something, but An Wujiu fell into contemplation.

If what Yang Ming said was true, he was in the same level as him, and he was the one who controlled the overall situation and won the greatest victory, then why was he seriously injured, but Yang Ming was fine, and even his suit was not damaged at all.

This is very unreasonable. But if what Yang Ming said was a lie, it would be difficult to hide the fear of himself in his eyes.

When he looked up, An Wu Jiu noticed Zhong Yirou's slightly narrowed eyes. She frowned and stared at her wrist, more precisely his mechanical wrist bone.

This expression clearly showed something.

But she quickly raised her hand, found a reason to diverge, then turned her head and said to Shen Ti, who had been standing by without speaking, "By the way, I want to go to your room to have a look." She walked to Room 7 , but can't turn the door handle.

An Wujiu said to her calmly, "You forgot the rules."

"Yes," Zhong Yirou patted her head, "you can't enter other rooms arbitrarily."

Her strange behavior made the balance in An Wu Jiu's heart tilt towards [distrust] again.

But among these people, he always thought that Shen Ti, who acted strangely and did not speak, was even less trustworthy. But at this time, Shen Ti didn't take a single step, just stood in front of him.

An Wu Jiu thought that he was already very tall, but he didn't expect that Shen Ti was half a head taller than him. He was wrapped tightly all the time, and even his hands were always wearing gloves, only his neck was exposed.

An Wu Jiu suddenly noticed that there was a pattern printed on his Adam's apple - the sun totem, but the center was an eye.

Hearing a sigh, An Wu Jiu turned his eyes away and saw Zhong Yi Rou taking off the roll bag that had been on his back.

"I can't give you materials, so even if it's a clear line, it's equivalent to courting death." Zhong Yirou said realistically, "But I can help you deal with your wounds, which is considered a favor for you."

She raised the corners of her mouth and smiled beautifully, "Remember."

The roll bag was opened, and it turned out to be a very complete line of tools, from scalpels to screwdrivers, and even pipe wrenches.

An Wu Jiu did not speak, only frowned slightly.

When Zhong Yirou stretched out her hand, An Wujiu discovered that her left palm had been seriously injured and it was also artificial skin. The circular mirror in the center of her palm was embedded in the artificial skin, and the metal ring was roughly combined with the edge of the pulled skin. Probably because she disliked it, so she simply dyed the artificial skin of her entire palm fluorescent pink, instead creating some weird beauty.

"Why install a mirror?" An Wu Jiu asked softly.

"Because of Amy," Zhong Yirou took a picture with the palm of her left hand facing herself, "how convenient it is."

After she finished speaking, she put down her hand and took out a small bottle of spray wound disinfectant, "I'm a prosthetic doctor, professional. Please bear with it."

Even though An Wujiu had already guessed it closely, he was still surprised by her candid help.

Zhong Yirou sterilized An Wujiu's wrist neatly and muttered, "This injury is really... If only there was a debridement micro-robot."

"Hey, masked man," she called to Shen Ti, found a small flashlight and threw it in his arms, "Do me a favor and take a photo."

"Why are you so white." Zhong Yirou lowered her head and stared at An Wujiu's forearm, "I haven't been so white after three days of death."

Shen Ti coughed in the mask, as if choked by Zhong Yirou's words, and laughed softly again, just listening to the laughter, it didn't seem so strange anymore.

He turned on his flashlight and put it on An Wujiu's wrist, and after taking a photo, he shivered, as if he was frightened by the injury.

After sterilizing the suture needle, Zhong Yirou pursed her lips, and her expression became very serious.

"There is no anesthesia needle, I will sew it up soon."

"Yeah. Thank you." An Wu Jiu's face was calm, and he even focused on observing the healing process of himself, watching how the fine needle pierced the skin, threading the needle to sew up the wounded flesh.

"What about your own wrist bone?" Zhong Yirou stared at the wound and stitched it up finely, but asked about An Wujiu's past, although he probably couldn't give an answer.

"I don't remember." An Wujiu said.

"Ordinary people will not replace their intact wrist bones with mechanical ones. This operation is very dangerous." She sewed carefully, not wanting to leave obvious scars on the person in front of her, "unless..."

An Wujiu asked, “Unless what?”

Shen Ti, who was beside him, stretched out his arm and waved it between the two, but his black-gloved hand was hidden in his cuff.

Zhong Yirou raised her eyes and nodded, "A disabled person." But soon, she denied the possibility, "But your hand is not a complete prosthesis, the skin and muscle tissue grow naturally, it cannot be The handicapped disabled directly picked up a new one."

This is very strange.

"What is this..." Zhong Yirou opened An Wujiu's arm to check the inside, and found a very thin old wound, a slender scar with a slight protrusion, going up along the bone, she rolled up her sleeve, the trace continued upwards .

"Let's take a look." She took An Wu Jiu's other arm and continued to check, then frowned and asked with a serious face, "An Wu Jiu, you really don't remember anything? You know who you are Who are you from?"

An Wu Jiu is sure that Zhong Yirou has found something, but he really has no memory.

"I forgot how I entered the game and what happened after I entered the game. But I have memories from birth to before I entered the game. I came from an ordinary background, and my mother raised me and my sister alone. The education I received as a child came from My mother, and then I became an adult, went to a normal university, and when I was a sophomore, my mother became seriously ill."

Zhong Yirou asked again, "What's the disease?"

An Wujiu tried hard to recall, and it seemed that he finally found an electronic medical record from his memory.

"Brain tumor... She has hallucinations and auditory hallucinations, and her eyes are blind."

Zhong Yirou fell into silence.

"You didn't have the money to treat her, so you came in." She came to this conclusion and stared at him suspiciously, "You really didn't lie?"

An Wujiu shook his head.

Shen Ti stood aside and shook his head. He didn't know if he had listened to these conversations, but he was cooperating with the atmosphere anyway.

But An Wujiu was stunned.

Just now, he suddenly heard a certain sound, like the collision of wind chimes made of shells that he had seen when he was a child, but it was very slight, almost inaudible.

Following the voice, An Wu Jiu looked at Shen Ti who was wearing a mechanical mask.

But Shen Ti just lowered his head and played the role of the operating table with shadow lights very seriously.