Chapter 25 Calm Time

In the face of Zhong Yirou's words, An Wujiu behaved too calmly.

"We won't make a sound." His expression was endearingly upright.

As soon as this answer came out, the other three were stunned at the same time, and then burst into laughter.

Zhong Yirou smiled and held onto the table, "You and you are completely two people in the game, where is that cleverness?" She pointed at Wu You, who was covering her stomach and laughing, "Even he is a brat. can understand."

Being called, Wu You was slightly embarrassed, and cleared her throat, "I'm not a brat."

An Wu Jiu was still a little cloudy, he turned his face sideways and looked at Shen Ti. He didn't laugh exaggeratedly, with one hand resting on his cheek, an ambiguous smile hung on the corner of his mouth, he also turned his eyes to An Wu Jiu.

After looking at each other for a while, An Wu Jiu's mind connected with the handcuff incident in the bunker in Shangguan, he suddenly realized something, he understood it all at once, and then waved his hands to explain to Zhong Yirou: "We are not the kind of relationship you think."

"Really?" Zhong Yirou held back her smile, bit the end of her chopsticks, and glanced at Shen Ti's face.

Shen Ti held his chin and nodded in approval.

After An Wu Jiu breathed a sigh of relief, he added another sentence.

"Not currently."

A guy who doesn't cooperate at all.

An Wu Jiu laughed dryly, "Let's eat."

"How do you want people to eat?" Wu You glanced at the dishes on the table, pursed his mouth, and stood up by himself.

"Hey, why are you going?" Zhong Yirou turned her head and asked.

Wu You took the apron from the back of Zhong Yirou's chair and put it on herself, "Cook."

"The kitchen is on the right, can you open fire?" Zhong Yirou was a little worried, even though she herself was the one who might blow up the kitchen, "Look at the dates for the ingredients in the refrigerator!"

Wu You didn't reply, and Zhong Yirou turned her head and muttered, "Nowadays kids can really pretend to be cool."

Half an hour later, they saw the children bring four dishes and one soup, which looked hundreds of times better than the dark dishes before.

This hands-on ability is really not to be underestimated.

Shen Ti smiled and said, "Now adults are not as good at cooking as children."

Being ridiculed, Zhong Yirou made a "kill you" wiping gesture to him.

"Just make some, there's not much to eat in the refrigerator." Wu You took off his apron and sat back in his seat, "Eat it."

"Whatever??" Zhong Yirou's eyes glowed, and she sighed, "You are so amazing, kid."

An Wu Jiu also tasted it, the taste is really good.

He became curious about Wu You.

Although he is still an underage child, he can complete the task without leakage throughout the game. His emotions are exposed when they are exposed, and hidden when they are hidden. The aircraft also seemed to have been assembled by himself, as if he lived independently.

"Speaking of which," Zhong Yirou took a bite of the dish, looked at the other three, and said casually, "Aren't you all homeless?"

This sentence seemed to hit the minefield of all the staff at once, and there was no sound at the dinner table for a while.

In the end, An Wujiu said, "I originally lived in the school, but my mother fell ill and I dropped out of school. As far back as I can remember, I was staying in the hospital with me."

Wu You thought of their private conversation in the game before, so he said, "Don't you have a sister?"

"Yes..." An Wujiu frowned slightly, "But I remember that she had a fight with me in the hospital. I forgot the exact reason. All I know is that she ran away from home in the end."

"Running away from home..." Wu You repeated these words in a low voice, and then said casually, "Same as me."

Presumably because everyone knows that their leisure time these days is nothing more than halftime for a bloody game. It is very likely that after this separation, we will not be able to meet next time, so everyone is more frank than in the game.

"You too?" Zhong Yirou frowned, "Is it bad to stay at home at a young age?"

Wu You lowered his head, took a few mouthfuls of rice, and answered vaguely, "I escaped."

Then he stopped talking.

The atmosphere suddenly became a little heavy, Zhong Yirou knocked on the side of the bowl, "It doesn't matter, you can live here as you like!"

After she finished speaking, she smiled, "Anyway, everyone is not a poor man without money!"

After a peaceful lunch, An Wujiu sat on the waste energy tank watching Zhong Yirou's fingers welding the prosthetic body, Wu You wiped his aircraft, Shen Ti leaned against the container and took a nap.

This peaceful afternoon away from the hustle and bustle is more like a fantasy than the fight in the altar.

They were clearly competitors in the game a few days ago, probably because of a similar situation, and the tacit understanding that has gone through the same life-and-death struggle, they have become partners who can coexist peacefully.

Unable to find the hospital where his mother is now, An Wu Jiu couldn't let go.

Everything in Mingming's hospital is consistent with his memory, why isn't his mother there? Is it because of insufficient treatment fees and hospitalization fees, they were transferred to other places?

If the mother is still in Philadelphia, then one hospital after another may be able to find the answer, but it will take time and cost, and he may not be able to get real information.

He glanced at the time, it was already two thirty in the afternoon.

Zhong Yirou learned of his concerns, thought about it, and gave him a suggestion.

"If you're looking for a patient, you can try to find someone from Martell for help." She pulled up a chair and sat next to An Wujiu, "This is a biopharmaceutical company that monopolizes Philadelphia. Now the medical system in Philadelphia is In an island style, hospitals are closed to manage their user information, and it is difficult to find out even if you want to check. But almost every hospital uses Martol's drugs and medical equipment, and Martol has basically invested in every hospital. , the monthly flow and reports will be submitted, and there will be some available information in it.”

"Mator..."

"That's right." Zhong Yirou crossed Erlang's legs, "Nowadays hospitals are equivalent to small businesses, which have been commercialized into subsidiaries of the Martell Group. If you want to find them one by one, it is better to start directly from the upper layer. ."

She made a lot of sense.

"But I have no relevant connections."

"It's really hard to find," Zhong Yirou scratched her hair and rolled it with her fingers, "I knew one before, but now he ran to the altar with a huge debt, and then lost contact, probably dead. ."

"The dead can be seen on the death list." Wu You walked over with the bucket, "It's the list that is posted on the panel every two weeks. I have received it."

Zhong Yirou shrugged, "I'll take a look next week, but even if he's still alive, he definitely doesn't have the authority of an employee of the Martol Group now."

She patted An Wujiu on the shoulder, like a very reliable big sister, "Don't worry too much. You should take good care of your injuries for a long time. Tomorrow morning, you will enter the next round, your hands can't hurt any more."

An Wu Jiu nodded slightly.

In a way, he considers himself lucky to have met these people.

"Do we need to go back to the pod by ourselves?"

Wu You nodded.

"What if I don't arrive on time?" An Wu Jiu asked again.

"I will die." Wu You told him directly.

An Wu Jiu expected this to be the answer, if everyone who entered the altar had their own special brain computer installed, then killing the participating players would be a piece of cake.

"This round after round, when will it end?"

Zhong Yirou let out a long sigh of relief, "We don't know either. I heard that if one's desire is completely satisfied, one can leave the altar, but no one knows if it's true or not."

At night, the abandoned factory lights up. An Wu Jiu sat at the gate, looking at the gray-black sky outside, there was not a single star.

Indistinctly, a memory of his father appeared in his mind.

It seems that he once held himself and looked at the stars through the astronomical telescope.

"Do not sleep?"

An Wu Jiu heard Shen Ti's voice and turned his head. With a lollipop in his mouth, Shen Ti approached and looked down at him.

"Are you eating sugar again?" he said kindly. "Too much synthetic saccharin is bad for your health."

"I know." Shen Ti leaned against the edge of the door and said vaguely, "But I always want to put something in my mouth, otherwise it will be very uncomfortable."

Like someone who wants to smoke all the time? An Wujiu thought.

Zhong Yirou, who was sitting in front of the workbench, listened to her ears and said aloud, "This is called the oral period, which usually only occurs when a baby is born."

"When I was a baby?" Shen Ti felt incredible, then suddenly heard a very light laugh, turned his face and lowered his head again, realizing that it was An Wujiu smiling.

It seemed that this was the first time he saw An Wujiu being amused.

This beautiful face is either so calm that it can't see any flaws, or it is terrifyingly crazy. It has never shown a childish smile like it is now, like a thin flower folded in paper, giving birth to some fullness at a certain moment. 's vitality.

"What are you laughing at?" Mingming's tone was not good, but the corners of Shen Ti's mouth were also smiling, and at a glance, he knew that he was deliberately pretending.

An Wu Jiu looked up and looked like he was bullying, even though he knew very well that this was a tough character who couldn't be bullied.

The contrast seemed to make him even more charming.

"Go back." An Wu Jiu's voice was very soft, he stood up and picked up the small bench Zhong Yirou gave him in one hand. The space that Shen Ti left for him was very narrow, An Wu Jiu could only squeeze his shoulders.

It feels that Shen Ti's body temperature is also colder than others.

They simply cleaned up and washed, and they rested separately. The container that Zhong Yirou arranged for them was blue, and there was a hospital bed that was slightly wider than the single bed. At first, An Wugui considered sleeping on the ground, but there were many boxes of medical supplies piled up on the ground, and there were not many places to stay. .

Shen Ti borrowed the bathroom to take a shower, An Wu Jiu went to bed first. He lay down on his side very obediently to make sure he only took up half the space, and closed his eyes.

The container was not very soundproof, he could even hear the sound of water running, and Zhong Yirou slapped her face with skin care products.

Perhaps because of Zhong Yirou's occupation, there is a smell similar to a mixture of potions and metals, which makes him inexplicably familiar. Since waking up from the altar, An Wu Jiu has been in a state of nervousness for a long time, even though he did not show it.

At this moment, this familiar feeling inexplicably made An Wujiu feel anxious.

He couldn't sleep.

Without the hypnotic gas, An Wu Jiu found that once he closed his eyes, he would inevitably have a strong sense of vigilance, and his heartbeat would start voluntarily for a few seconds again.

Obviously his sense of pain is very slow, but at a certain moment, An Wu Jiu felt the severe pain in his heart again, as if he was tightly entangled by many thin threads, almost strangling in.

His hands clenched the clothes on his chest, his brows furrowed.

Even so, An Wujiu still didn't open his eyes and tried to convince himself to fall asleep, after all, he might be leaving here early tomorrow morning to go to another battlefield.

Soon, there were footsteps outside, and then the sound of the container door opening.

The footsteps approached a little and stopped.

Immediately afterwards, An Wu Jiu felt the other half of this cold and hard bed collapsed slightly, which was the body temperature and breath of another person.

I couldn't tell if it was the smell of the shower gel or the smell of the other party. The air gradually filled with a faint scent of sandalwood.

For a moment, his thoughts were elusive, and his shoulder was suddenly grabbed by a hand, as if trying to break it. An Wu Jiu immediately opened his eyes and looked at the person beside him with a vigilant expression.

The only light source in the room was a ray of light that came through the crack of the door, which happened to hit Shen Ti. He was wearing a white shirt, his hair was not completely dry, and there were still small drops of water in his hair, and his eyes were the color of a cat. It also looks soft in dimly lit spaces.

"It's not the first time, why are you still scared?"

Shen Ti's tone was indifferent, his hand still held An Wu Jiu's shoulder, and it seemed that he did not intend to stop because of An Wu Jiu's resistance. He just moved lightly and pulled his tense body up a little bit until his back could lie flat on the bed.

"Don't turn sideways, watch your hands."

Volume 4: The Bird in the Cage of the Warm-up Match