Chapter 43 The Nature of the Villain

This guy has changed again.

Seeing him like this, Shen Ti instantly understood. But he seems to have gotten used to this kind of change, probably because he, like the guy in front of him, is not normal.

So Shen Ti still lowered his eyes and smiled at the person in his arms pretending to be sunny.

"I not only hug you, but also plan to give you artificial respiration. It's a pity that you woke up by yourself."

An Wu Jiu raised his eyebrows, closed his eyes, tilted his head slightly, stretched his cervical spine, and then turned himself over and came down from his embrace, like a bird that can't be held back.

Strangely, when he was hugged, he smelled the aroma of bitter almonds on Shen Ti's body.

Stepping on his feet on the ground, An Wu Jiu smiled, raised his hand and pulled his wet hair back.

"It's so late, and you still want to use artificial respiration to save your life?"

"If someone else is here, it's already cold."

At a certain moment, Shen Ti thought of what An Wujiu said, who escaped from the abyss of magma.

[Fortunately, I was at the end, otherwise I would be in trouble. ]

Obviously it means the same thing, but when it's bad and when it's good, it's completely different.

"You're not cold enough." Shen Ti looked at An Wu Jiu's ivory upper body with no evil intentions, and made a new discovery.

An Wu Jiu is even more beautiful when wet, with a layer of water, like a halo of moon that cannot be fished out of a lake.

Hearing this, An Wu Jiu glanced at Shen Ti, he knew that Shen Ti was talking about his body temperature.

So he deliberately walked closer, lowered his head and grabbed Shen Ti's wrist, pulled it over, and put his palm on his chest.

"Is it cold?"

His movements are slow, so Shen Ti's fingertips can touch his skin first, then his knuckles, palms, and wrists. The slightly darker-skinned palm gently pressed against his pale and wet chest, and the complex black lines of the peony intersected with the palm lines, sagging slightly.

An Wu Jiu manipulated Shen Ti's hand to walk around his body, from the chest down gradually, brushing the flat and uneven, until the fingertips touched the waist of the trousers.

He suddenly let go.

Ren Shenti's index finger hooked on the edge, and his bent knuckles pressed against his lower abdomen.

Then he raised his head, showed an incomparably pure smile at Shen Ti, stretched out his hand, and picked up the earring hanging on the side of his face with his fingertips.

"You don't really like men, do you?"

The red coral shimmered in the dark, swaying to and fro, unable to live in peace.

Shen Ti also raised his head, retracted his hand, and looked at him.

It was strange to say, An Wu Jiu actually read a trace of ignorance in his eyes.

He clearly has a face that is easy to navigate in Fengyue Field.

like?

For a moment, Shen Ti realized that this question could not be answered by himself.

It's true that he joked in front of Zhong Yirou before that he didn't like women, but to be honest, he didn't seem to like men or people either.

He knows that liking requires good feelings, but he doesn't know what degree of good feelings can be regarded as liking, nor can he clearly distinguish the difference between liking and liking bionic cats, and he does not know that there are many types of liking people.

Therefore, Shen Ti chose to remain silent for the time being.

Man or woman, there is no difference to him.

Even An Wu Jiu in front of him is the same, no matter whether he is kind or evil, in Shen Ti's eyes there is no sense of separation, he is a complete person.

Because he was very similar to a bionic cat that Shen Ti had encountered in his long-term memory. That cat set only two behavioral patterns: closeness and disgust.

So when Shen Ti touched it in the proximity mode, it would rub his head with its head affectionately, and Shen Ti still remembers the touch of the faux fur rubbing. But sometimes, he was in another mode. No matter how close Shen Ti was, he would dodge and even take a bite.

But Shen Ti didn't hate it at all, and even thought it was cuter than a real cat.

Trapped in vague memories, Shen Ti was like a toy with power cut off, he vaguely heard An Wujiu say "It doesn't seem to be either", but he didn't react, but when An Wujiu's hands undid his shirt and finally When he pressed a button, he suddenly plugged himself in again and woke up from his memory.

"What are you doing?" Shen Ti grabbed An Wujiu's hand.

But An Wu Jiu didn't care, and continued to peel off Shen Ti's clothes without any sense of shame, "Of course you're peeling off the clothes, are your eyes really just for admiration?"

Shen Ti had a complicated emotion, he found it amusing, but he was a bit clueless, "It's really just for appreciation, so I didn't expect you to do anything."

An Wu Jiu sneered and put the clothes that he took off so hard to put on his body without buttons, he reached out and patted Shen Ti's cheek lightly, "I'm not a good person, I have no interest in your sexuality, I It's cold and needs a piece of clothing."

After he finished speaking in a high-sounding manner, he glanced down, from the line of the collarbone to the abdominal muscles.

"Well, don't wear it, let's watch it together."

When he spoke, his red lips opened and closed, and when he spoke, Shen Ti could almost see the looming tip of his tongue.

An Wu Jiu patted Shen Ti's shoulder twice, then walked over to him, and stretched his waist loosely as he walked.

"Come and save me sooner next time."

Shen Ti turned around, "Hey, what should I wear?"

An Wu Jiu didn't look back, he said boldly, "Buy less candy."

Shen Ti rolled his eyes, bought one less sugar to change clothes? Why, it was originally his clothes.

"You can eat candy or not, then give me a pair of pants." An Wujiu continued.

Sure enough, he was too kind...

With a "swipe", An Wu Jiu pulled back the curtain, squinted in the strong light, and then walked out after getting used to it a lot.

Wu You was very worried because she didn't find any trace of Shen Ti and An Wujiu, so she simply sat cross-legged on the stage and guarded the curtain.

Unexpectedly, An Wujiu opened the curtain and came out before he sat down for a long time, but his hair was soaked, his shirt turned from white to gray, and it was still open, the expression on his face also changed, seeing He tilted his head momentarily.

"Little devil."

Wu You stood up unconsciously.

An Wu Jiu changed state again, for some reason, he was a little nervous.

But An Wu Jiu was still like that, he walked over casually, touched his head carelessly when he passed by, almost knocked off the peaked cap on his head.

Wu You held his hat and turned his head, An Wu Jiu sat down on the edge of the stage at this moment, resting his hands on the floor of the stage, he moved his neck, "I'm exhausted."

The next second, hearing the sound of the curtain being drawn, Wu You turned around again and saw Shen Ti walking out with his upper body naked.

"What did you do?" Wu You frowned.

Just after asking, Shen Ti slapped Wu You's face, and the hat he just put on was taken off again.

"Ask yourself how old you are before asking questions."

Wu You took a deep breath, took his hat and stepped off the stage.

He walked quickly to Nan Shan, "Is there a spell that can calm people down?"

Nan Shan sat on the chair, he felt weak all over and his muscles were stiff. Hearing Wu You's words, he still opened his panel, and after a while, he said to Wu You, "Look at what I posted, in the player message column in the same field."

Wu You sat down next to him, listened to what he said, opened the panel, and a bunch of dense words came out.

"This is a meditation mantra, Laojun said: The great way is invisible, and it gives birth to the world..."

"It's so long? Let me continue to be angry." Wu You turned off the panel and folded his arms across his chest.

"Don't be angry." Nan Shan patted his head with a smile.

Originally, it was annoying for Wu You to be touched on the head, but because Nan Shan didn't take off his hat, he was not so annoying.

Zhong Yirou saw that An Wujiu had come out, and said with concern, "It's okay, Wujiao." Her voice was still weak, and her face was getting worse and worse.

An Wujiu's head was originally tilted back, but when he heard her voice, his chin dropped and straightened.

"Who am I? Can you trap me with these tricks?"

After he finished speaking, he looked around, "Where's the fake? I haven't seen it yet."

Behind him, Shen Ti came over and crouched beside An Wujiu, pretending to be apologetic, "Oh yes, I accidentally killed him by accident."

Missed?

Wu You continued to be speechless.

"Dead?" An Wujiu turned his face and said cruel words with a pure face, "Why don't you leave the mouth alive and let me play?"

Under the stage, the three people who did not participate in the last round of games with them were all surprised, the An Wu Jiu who was in front of them at the moment, and the An Wu Jiu who entered the cage an hour ago, are completely two people.

Josh's Adam's apple rolled uneasily, and he glanced at the fake corpse still tied to the chair, and then at the one on the edge of the stage.

"Did I, did we make a mistake?" He had begun to doubt himself, "Who is real and who is fake?"

Shen Ti and An Wujiu looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

Zhong Yirou had known for a long time that this would be the case, and she kindly explained, "That's right, what you see now is really safe and sound, but there is something wrong with his brain, and his personality will be good and bad."

Josh didn't quite understand, "Could it be a dual personality?"

An Wu Jiu propped up his hands on the stage floor and jumped down, "Double personality, do I still remember you? Josh."

"It's not a matter of personality. Dual personality is a special mental illness. Different personalities are two completely different people, from intelligence factors to life experience, even gender, and there is no memory connection, no social relationship, It is possible that one personality is a child genius with super-intelligence, another is a seventy-year-old man, and another is a middle-aged man who has a violent personality and accomplishes nothing. This is multiple personalities."

"No blame is different, he just changes from the kind and reliable character he used to before to suddenly the kind you see now, from good to evil..." Zhong Yirou said too much, so she could not help coughing a few times, " Anyway, similar to bipolar, the state of the person will change, but it is still the same person.”

Yang Erci frowned.

"Are you born this way?"

An Wu Jiu casually raised his eyebrows, "Who knows?"

Wu You explained for him, "He has lost his memory and can't remember many things."

Nan Shan was also curious. Although he was in poor condition, he asked a few more questions, and a few people started chatting. Shen Ti looked at An Wu Jiu with his shirt open in front of everyone, feeling strange, so he started to button him up.

"What are you doing?"

"Button up? Can't you see it?" Shen Ti imitated him.

"I won't detain you for what?"

"You are only allowed to unbutton me and take off my clothes and let me touch you. I am not allowed to dress you properly. I am too wronged."

Nan Shan: "They really have a problem."

Josh: "Touch... touch?"

Wu You pressed down the brim of his hat and turned himself off manually.

"Amnesia... that's even less natural." Yang Erci replied softly.

Zhong Yirou heard it and glanced at her, "You think it's artificial too?"

Yang Erci hummed and said nothing.

"I suspected that he used a faulty prosthetic limb and was infected by a virus, which led to neurological disorders in his brain, but..." Zhong Yirou's voice was very low, not entirely because of weakness, but deliberately lowered, "The metal installed in his wrist The bones are not available on the market. The probability of problems with this prosthesis is very small. It has a self-defense mechanism and auxiliary immune function. I suspect that someone moved his cranial nerves. "

After she finished speaking, feeling very tired, she took a deep breath.

Yang Erci raised her eyes and looked in the direction of An Wujiu, thoughtfully.

Not long after, a gate suddenly appeared in the hall of the circus theater, exactly like the gate of heaven on the first floor, but this time, the gate opened automatically without any other puzzles or levels.

Josh heaved a sigh of relief, "Can we finally go to the third floor?"

They had been sleepy on this floor for too long, and one third of the 72 hours had passed.

An Wu Jiu stood in front of the door, his jet-black pupils reflected the familiar spiral staircase inside the door.

"That's right," he said to the crowd, "you'd better forget the stupid things I said earlier."

Josh was puzzled, "What?"

An Wu Jiu turned his head and showed him a spring breeze, "For example, I promise, everyone will survive."

Josh was stunned, the man in front of him was really different. In the past, he calmed everyone's anxiety at the most disturbing time, and firmly told them that it would be possible.

And now, he broke this beautiful and fragile glass cover with his own hands.

He also tried to destroy the public trust he had built with his own hands.

"Someone will die at any time, and I won't care about other people's lives like before, so..."

An Wujiu shrugged, "Everyone, ask for more happiness."

Originally, he thought that when his ugly words came to the front, these guys would immediately forget the face of his savior, and clearly understand that he is a downright villain now.

"You're right." Josh said, "We will protect ourselves."

An Wu Jiu listened with a confused expression on his face.

"Don't worry." Josh patted him on the shoulder, "I know you're doing it for me, but I'm not who I was in the beginning!"

Shen Ti laughed outright, and said something like, "I know you're doing it for our own good."

Others laughed too.

"Idiot." An Wu Jiu had nothing to say and walked towards the stairs.

The others followed behind him, still in the same group attitude of working together, as if they had forgotten that this was actually a personal battle.

The altar did not say what the final reward point will be. Maybe it will be a fixed amount of points, and those who survive will share it equally.

If so, of course, the fewer people who survive, the better.

According to the current mechanism of this game, the higher the people on the lower floors, the more restricted and the worse the physical strength, from this point of view, it coincides with the settlement mechanism he thought.

An Wu Jiu calculated in his heart, he was very disdainful of his act of being a hero in the first place, it was like a person who felt incomprehensible to the self who had endured in the past when extreme emotions erupted, so he just walked in front alone. The spiral staircase is connected to another door, just when An Wujiu put his palm on, the door opened, the same as when he entered the second floor.

This layer is very cramped.

The door is still open in the middle of one wall of the corridor, but this time the corridors on the left and right are sealed, leaving only a small space, like an elevator.

There are steel walls on the left and right sides, An Wu Jiu walked over, observed it from top to bottom, and finally crouched down and looked at the bottom of the steel wall, there was indeed a slit.

It appears to be a sliding door that opens vertically.

Others came in one after another, and the door closed and could no longer be opened.

"Strange, it's hard to get through on both sides this time." Josh tried to push the steel wall on the right, but he didn't move.

Shen Ti thought that An Wujiu looked good in his grey shirt, so he exchanged a similar one for himself when he went up the stairs. An Wu Jiu also noticed, but his hem was not tucked up properly, he looked like a romantic boy who stole his love and didn't have time to sort it out.

"Welcome to the third floor."

A voice that is obviously artificial intelligence appears, full of mechanical feeling.

Then, a robot appeared in front of them. It was made very simple, not imitating a human shape, but a simple metal skeleton.

"After completing the challenge, you can choose where you want to go, left or right."

"What challenge?" Josh asked.

"Assignment is in progress..."

Soon, the robot replied, "Sort challenge."

"You should have seen an integer that belongs to you in your field of vision, and the range of numbers is not limited. You can't tell this number to anyone else, otherwise it will be considered a foul and you cannot continue the game. In this case, you must follow the Your numbers are arranged in order, from smallest to largest."

An Wujiu did see a number, floating in the center of his field of vision, it was 5.

But it was also his only message.

"How's it going? We can't know each other's numbers."

The robot said, "I can help you, but you can't ask me 'who has the largest number', 'who has the smallest number' or 'who has what number', you can only ask me in pairs, and I can only tell you, who is bigger and who is smaller, you can't give specific numbers, and if there are more than three people, you will refuse to answer."

"Please prepare."

The bots simply start the game regardless of whether they are ready, or have a countermeasure in mind.

"Sequencing Challenge, 5 minutes time limit."

"Start now"

The author has something to say:

I have to say it again, blameless is blameless, there is no black or white, he likes Shen Ti just because he likes it, regardless of personality, when everyone has a good temper and a bad temper, they like the same person, and the text also After writing it, Shen Ti was different, and he felt that the blameless character had no effect on him. He felt that this was An Wu Jiao, he was very interested in him, and he would not separate and think about Wu Jiao.

In addition, the two extremes of blameless have actually begun to slowly merge, basically every dungeon has an impact on him, and it will be mixed in the mid-term, and there will be that kind of unstable period of rapid and continuous mutation. It is An Wujiu who has both a dark side and a bright side.