Chapter 8

"Why do you think I'm lying?" An Wujiu asked.

"It's nothing." Zhong Yirou changed the topic, "Fortunately there is this mechanical skeleton, this kind of synthetic metal has high hardness, otherwise your wrist will be useless." Zhong Yirou turned her head, grabbed An Wujiu's intact hand, and shook it His wrist, and his five fingers.

Then she said to herself, "If only I could just cut your hand open..."

As soon as she finished speaking, the dazzling light made Zhong Yirou unable to open her eyes. She covered her eyes with her hands, "Why, mask man, I didn't say that I need to cut it now!"

Only then did Shen Ti put the flashlight in his hand on An Wujiao's wrist again.

Zhong Yirou rolled her eyes, "I just felt that his bones were not quite right. I wanted to see what happened, but now I can't scan."

Although Zhong Yirou didn't say it clearly, An Wujiu understood her meaning to some extent. My carpal bone is made of artificial metal, what about the other bones.

"My memory is probably also artificially cleared." An Wu Jiu directly confessed his conjecture to her.

Zhong Yirou raised her eyebrows, her expression seemed suspicious, "The neurons in your hippocampus have been manipulated?"

She is a prosthetic doctor after all, and she has seen all kinds of strange operations, so after thinking about it, she said another possibility: "Maybe it was selectively removed, and then a new one was coded and inserted."

After listening to this, Shen Ti started to take a flashlight at the back of An Wujiu's head, and was called back by Zhong Yirou, she stopped and cut off the end of the thread with scissors, wiped the blood from the skin for An Wujiu, and put some more on it. medicine.

"Does it hurt?" Zhong Yirou asked, "I'll give you a shot of endorphins?"

"No, it's fine." An Wu Jiu answered truthfully, the speed of his speech was still not fast, but he seemed very calm.

"Okay, that stuff is so expensive, I still can't bear it." Zhong Yirou didn't know what to say. With this level of injury, the person in front of her didn't respond at all, and even deep sutures without anesthesia were only mild pain.

An Wujiu observed Zhong Yirou calmly, and found that the virtual machine interface in her brain was exposed, behind her ear, the black carbon arc ring extending from the interface went directly around the right earlobe, and was worn on her head like a A special kind of jewelry.

Subconsciously, An Wujiu looked at Shen Ti again, but he was wearing a helmet, An Wujiu found nothing.

Zhong Yirou found out his intention and told him directly: "Ours are all installed before entering the altar. If someone has drilled a skull and installed a brain computer before, even if they have money before, they will install it before entering. It has been uninstalled, and now it is a virtual experience machine inside the altar."

As she said that, she turned her head to look at the side of An Wujiu's ear, but found that unlike her own, there was no sensory hub ring on his auricle.

"Let me see, where is your interface?" She muttered to herself, put away the tools and turned to gently grab An Wujiao's hair, "Your hair is longer than mine." She twisted her hands After twisting her hair, she was a little surprised, "It turned out to be true." After speaking, she seemed to suddenly remember something, "By the way, I just wanted to check it."

Zhong Yirou turned around, pinched An Wujiu's face with her hands, and tugged, and carefully observed the pores and tiny light-colored fluff on her face.

"Your face is also real, you didn't buy it." She couldn't help sighing, "Nowadays, there are too few natural handsome guys, and many have changed their faces when they were young."

"Is face important?" An Wujiu asked.

Zhong Yirou raised her eyebrows, "Of course, what are you thinking about?" She shook her head, "In this world, violence, hallucinogens, and sex are all hard currency, isn't beauty a kind of sexual ability? Especially the natural beauty, those rich people hate to squeeze out the same cell face. Do you know what a cell face is? It is the epidermis cultured from human skin tissue. Pina is a weird, rubbery..."

Speaking of our bank, Zhong Yirou talked more. But An Wugui didn't feel much about his appearance, and didn't think it was a rare trait.

Zhong Yirou held An Wujiu's chin, and looked at his face carefully, and came to a conclusion, "However, with your face, it seems that the current technology cannot produce it. This skull, and the shape of the eyes. ,really not bad……"

Shen Ti's flashlight was frantically shooting An Wujiu's head to remind Zhong Yirou that it was time to do the right thing. But Zhong Yirou glanced at him, "Mask man, why are you wearing a mask? Could it be disfigurement?"

An Wu Jiu also turned his head to look at him, only to see Shen Ti shrugging his shoulders, as if acquiescing. There was some insincere pity on Zhong Yirou's face, "I have good plastic surgery skills. I promise to make you have a good face. Although you can't become a handsome guy, you definitely don't need to wear a mask."

"And the price is fair, and the old man is innocent, how about it? Think about it?" Zhong Yirou's beautiful eyes began to glow when she mentioned money.

But Shen Ti just shook his head and pointed the flashlight at An Wu Jiu's head.

"Don't forget it." Zhong Yirou curled her lips, instead of continuing to sell her cosmetic surgery techniques, she lowered her head and focused on checking the back of An Wujiao's head.

"I touched it."

The two ports are located one inch above An Wu Jiu's two ear tips at a 45-degree angle, hidden in the hair, and a small square protrusion is the closing threshold of the liquid metal electrode, "Your virtual machine and ours are neither. Same, electrodes are different. Why?"

She was puzzled and tried to open the closure threshold, but found that the entire virtual machine was currently in a state of terminating the program.

"I can't open it." Zhong Yirou tried several tools, and even tried to use the forced-open code, but to no avail. "No. This startup program is a built-in encryption program, and I can't help it."

An Wujiu understood this, "It doesn't matter, I'm in the altar right now, which means it's working inside. Maybe some programs are suspended."

Zhong Yirou was a little dissatisfied that she couldn't get it all done. After all, she thought she was a prosthetic doctor with excellent professional ability. After thinking about it, Zhong Yirou clapped her hands, "By the way, I can install a sensory hub ring for you. Analgesia may have something to do with that."

She took out a metallic space gray streamline ring from her tool bag, one end was stuck in the pinna of the innocent, and the other end of the magnetic induction device was chained outside his hidden interface.

"This is the latest generation of space silicon carbide, which is much easier to use than what we have installed in our heads. It was originally reserved for me. It will be installed first, it will not be effective in the altar. If I can live from this round Go out, and then I will load you in the real world, and your bones, you have to scan it again."

An Wujiu also expressed his gratitude to Zhong Yirou.

"I'll help you." His tone was gentle and sincere. Zhong Yirou wasn't used to it yet, so she just smiled, "Then there's no need, just give the money, 10,000 saint coins."

Zhong Yirou just said casually and stretched out her hand. After all, 10,000 saint coins are enough to smuggle half a box of space silicon carbide materials in the real world.

Unexpectedly, An Wujiu immediately took out the panel in a quiet manner, and then entered Zhong Yirou's name on the transfer interface, confirmed his personal information, and transferred the money without hesitation.

Only when she heard the prompt sound did Zhong Yirou realize that the speed was so fast that she, the miser, was speechless for a while.

What a happy day this is, met a pair of prodigal sons at one time.

While sighing, the fourth person broke into the lounge porch, it was Wu You.

"Why... why are you all here?" He held the door in his hand, hesitating whether he wanted to come in.

"Look at the rest room." Zhong Yirou put the tool bag on her back again, grabbed the rope with both hands, tied it around her waist, and tied a knot.

Wu You glanced defensively, and suddenly spoke very candidly, bringing up a topic that several people had never discussed or even avoided discussing.

"Will you be allied with Yang Ming?"

Zhong Yirou was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "Children are direct."

"I'm not a child." Wu You stood up straight, frowning slightly, "I'm sixteen years old."

"Pfft, okay." She had no choice but to raise both hands in surrender, "You are not you are not."

However, it is not mature to show his wishes directly to strangers.

"At least he won't be allied with me." An Wujiu said slowly, "No matter what position."

"That's true." Zhong Yirou nodded, "Yang Ming may be desperately trying to figure out how to kill you."

Wu You looked at Zhong Yirou and asked, "What about you? Why do you please An Wujiu so much? Could it be that the red line you connected is him?"

Zhong Yirou showed a puzzled expression, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Wu You pointed to the tool bag she was carrying, "I have seen it all. You sewed the wound on his hand. You really have a crush on An Wu Jiu."

"I have a crush on him?" Zhong Yirou sneered, "I still have a crush on you."

Watching them play small things, An Wu Jiu actually has the illusion that this is not a survival game, but only for a second. Although he was not used to it at first, he now understands the rules of the game.

Zhong Yirou patted him on the shoulder, "I tell you, you can't just give up so easily, if you really lose your memory, then you are a novice in this game. I can tell you mercifully, participate in any game in the altar. You can’t be soft-hearted, or you will definitely lose.”

An Wu Jiu raised the corner of his straight mouth slightly, "But you can't be reckless."

Zhong Yirou was stunned for a while, "...That's true. But no matter what game, if you get the worst card, if you are in the worst situation and don't fight back, the situation will be even worse. Just like a worthless person, what should you do? Survive?"

An Wu Jiu did not speak.

It is indeed difficult for worthless people to survive.

But worthless people can hide from intrigue. Especially the invincible and dangerous person in the legend, once he loses and loses again, and retreats again, his opponent will relax, his self-esteem will be greatly inflated, and he will be ignored as a worthless person.

This is the only way that An Wu Jiao can get out of his body now.

He was seriously injured, had no supplies, and the number of health bars was not the highest. He was regarded by everyone as the strongest person and the biggest obstacle to victory.

To win, you have to lose.

"Why don't you talk?" Zhong Yirou sighed, "I've never seen a guy like you who doesn't know how to count others at the altar. Don't look at Yang Ming's own health bar, so he can't directly follow you. Duel, but he will definitely take advantage of others..."

Before they could finish speaking, a piercing alarm sounded in the room, followed by the familiar holy sound.

"Players initiate a duel."

Standing by the side, Shen Ti whistled, but it didn't sound, a little embarrassed.

No one expected peace to be so short-lived.

"Originator: Robber Role - Liu Chengwei"

"Challenger: Intern - An Wujiu"

"The duel will start in three minutes. Please come to the duel room on the right side of the living room. The challenger must not refuse the duel, otherwise the current round of blood will be directly deducted."

Sure enough.