Chapter 93 Close to the truth

For the first time, An Wu Jiu showed such embarrassed expression on his smart face.

Shen Ti was very useful, and when he saw him coming to take the mask from his hand, he deliberately put his hands behind him.

"You give it to me."

An Wu Jiu stretched out his hand towards him.

Shen Ti originally wanted to make fun of him, but looking at him like this, he was reluctant to make fun of him, for fear that he would not be able to grasp the balance and make An Wujiao unhappy.

So he stretched out his backed hand, but when An Wujiu went to get the mask, he didn't let go.

An Wu Jiu raised his eyebrows, he didn't want to talk at first, but he repeated it with emphasis, "I haven't glued it yet, let me do it again."

Shen Ti was amused by his seriousness, "Okay okay, here it is."

He handed it over, sat back on the bed, scratched his sleepy hair, and glanced at the time displayed on the wall.

It's barely six o'clock.

"You woke up so early?" Shen Ti took one of his hands, rubbed his fingers, and accidentally caught a glimpse of the scar on his wrist.

They have gone through three games together, and his injury has also healed, but there is only a scar from the stitches, a few short horizontal lines, and a staggered vertical line, which does not look scary, in An Wugui's hand Rather pretty.

However, Shen Ti didn't say it. He felt that his aesthetic estimation was not so normal, and he was afraid to scare him by saying it.

Hearing him asking about getting up early, An Wu Jiu thought to himself that he had not slept all night.

But he didn't say it, just fooled him with words like "was awakened by the sound of the aircraft outside".

He looked around the mask and checked the part where the glue was spilled, only to find that Shen Ti was staring at his wrist.

"It's already healed." An Wujiu sat down next to him, and stretched out his wrist for Shen Ti to pinch, "I don't feel it at all."

Shen Ti smiled and just touched it lightly, rubbing the scar with his fingers.

"Why do you still keep my mask?" Shen Ti teased him deliberately, "You must have fallen in love with me at first sight, so you left this souvenir."

An Wu Jiu originally looked down at the shattered part of the mask, when he heard this, he raised his head and glanced sideways at Shen Ti.

Shen Ti was so cute by this blaming look, although he knew that he was talking nonsense, he was still happy.

"No, then why would you keep my things? I think about it..." Shen Ti deliberately thought about it, "It's not that I have a crush on me... Then I can only think of one situation."

"What's the situation?" An Wu Jiu was actually aroused by him.

Shen Ti said seriously, "Only a perverted murderer will keep the victim's belongings as a souvenir after killing a person. You won't be so perverted, right?"

An Wu Jiu sighed deeply, "Your brain circuit is really different."

Although he was quite perverted when he first changed his state.

An Wu Jiu lowered his head to stick the mask again, and explained to himself, "I went back and picked it up later."

He always spoke lightly, without too many emotional ups and downs, "After the duel, I recovered for a while, and suddenly wanted to go to the duel threshold by myself to see, I saw that your mask was still there, and I thought that I was changing When I was in another state, I really thought about killing you."

After he finished speaking, he also glanced at Shen Ti, with a guilty conscience that he had made a mistake.

Shen Ti didn't feel anything, "Then what?"

"Then I felt very guilty, because you were also forced to duel. I felt like I was crazy and wanted to kill anyone. At that time, Yirou taught me how to use the collection threshold, so I tried to collect your mask. already."

Shen Ti knew in his heart that An Wujiu was such a person, he would feel remorse for his malice, and would despise his former kindness in extreme times.

In fact, everyone he met was like this, but it wasn't as extreme or ashamed as An Wujiu.

"Yesterday when you talked about it, I suddenly thought that this mask is still in my collection now." An Wu Jiu continued, "I heard Wu You say that the items in the collection can be 3D printed for a fee, as long as the items are not too large. , but that can't be collected."

"It's kind of like that."

The streets here are full of 3D printing machines, An Wujiu ran out in the middle of the night, walked two streets to find the one that looked the best, and paid for it by scanning the code to print it out. The drunk man accosted him, An Wu Jiu was so disturbed that he lost his patience and almost broke the opponent's hand.

But the glue sold by the small shops along the way is really not easy to use, too much will be squeezed out accidentally.

He gave up, put the mask on the low table, lay beside the bed and watched Shen Ti's sleeping face for half an hour, then pushed the door out again before dawn.

He didn't say any of this because he didn't think it was interesting.

Shen Ti fell on top of him, "Why don't you also print out the handcuffs in your collection?"

An Wu Jiu was stunned for a moment, he was about to ask what the printing handcuffs did, but before he could ask, he suddenly wanted to understand, so the words he almost said were choked in his throat.

Seeing his reaction, Shen Ti felt very funny, wrapped his hands around his neck, kissed the back of his head, and thanked him in his heart.

In this world, I am afraid that only a fool like An Wujiu would try to protect his unease caused by strangeness.

"Is this ok?" An Wujiu scraped off the previous glue and stuck it with a new one and handed it to him.

Shen Ti nodded, "Okay, give it to me, I will wear it for all the games that follow."

"Why?" An Wujiu felt a little wasteful.

Shen Ti put on An Wu Jiu's recovery mask and said seriously, "I want to keep the festival for you."

An Wu Jiu laughed, but seeing him put it on, the image of the first encounter suddenly appeared in his mind.

He said that he was withdrawn and had no companions, but he had been helping him since he appeared on the stage.

An Wu Jiu still remembers that when Yang Ming humiliated himself, it was Shen Ti who shot him in the back with the cap of a champagne bottle to force him to stop. It was also that he deliberately showed that the champagne was hard to drink, and he deliberately threw it away before letting him go. The self with zero material can have some resources to maintain life.

Even in a duel, Shen Ti at that time was a temptation, and not a single fatality.

Think about it this way...

"Shen Ti," An Wujiu turned his face, "It seems that it was you who fell in love at first sight."

Shen Ti just took off the mask, still holding it in his hand, he was stunned on the spot by An Wu Jiu's sudden blow.

But he didn't stay stunned for too long, and then he recognized it.

"So what?" Shen Ti raised his eyebrows, "You wanted to kill me at first, but didn't you end up in my hands?"

An Wu Jiu never thought that this guy could be so shameless, but his focus is not here.

"I didn't want to kill you, I thought about this for a moment." An Wu Jiu clarified seriously.

"Okay, okay." Shen Ti just thought he was cute, he hugged him in his arms and forced An Wujiu to sleep with him for another two hours.

An Wu Jiu didn't plan to struggle, just let him hold it like this, Shen Ti put his arms around his waist, and he was wearing the leather gloves that covered the lines. For some reason, An Wu Jiu had a thought, pulled out his hand from his arms, and peeled off the glove on his left hand.

Those hidden blue lines covered the entire hand, slightly raised, like vines entwining the skin.

An Wujiu's fingers went down along the lines, wrapped Shen Ti's with his own hands, and clasped his fingers together.

He knew that Shen Ti had not fallen asleep, and Shen Ti had indeed not fallen asleep either. He closed his eyes and felt An Wu Jiu gently shook hands with him, then took his hand and put it on his chest.

No one has ever treated Shen Ti like this.

In his memory, he has no parents, nor any mentors and friends. All the people who might have an emotional connection with him do not exist, nor does he have any feelings. It took a lot of work to imitate it from zero to what it is now.

All he has is peace of mind.

Yang Erci took Zhong Yirou and Noah back to her residence. At night, she had a nightmare. The dream was full of very metaphysical things, such as evil spirits, altars, monsters full of tentacles, and the sea for a long time. Scattered fog.

She attributed these to the aftermath of the altar, which, after all, went against her materialism.

It was only four o'clock in the morning when she woke up from the nightmare. Yang Erci made herself a cup of hot black tea. The studio is now inhabited by Zhong Yirou. She didn't want to live in the master bedroom, and she had to give up the guest bedroom she used to live in to Noah. I had to sleep on the sofa bed in the studio without even closing the door.

Yang Erci wanted to check something, but after thinking about it, she still took the tea into the studio. She moved very lightly and put the teacup on the desk. Seeing that the thin blanket on Zhong Yirou's body was kicked to the ground, she bent down and picked up the blanket to cover her.

Zhong Yirou is quite beautiful when she wears makeup, but she looks like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl without makeup.

Yang Erci went back to the workbench and sat down. She found some documents and browsed through them, then checked the emails in the mailbox.

One letter caught her attention, about her father.

[As for your father's disappearance, I have helped you find many people to check, and there is no relevant record in the archives. I feel that he knew something and was dealt with in secret.

I found a list of people who were fired, and several of them disappeared, just like your father. This can never be a simple resignation. ]

This email came from a researcher who was close to her, and these contents were already suspected by her, and there was not much available.

Yang Erci received the list, she knew that she could not find these people in just 40 hours, but what if they appeared at the altar.

There were five people on the list, three white, one black and one Asian, and the youngest looked about her.

She flipped through it and found another important unread email. After clicking it, there was only one attachment, which was a clear picture that she asked a friend in the technical department to restore.

That is, Zhong Yirou scans the metal endoskeleton for An Wujiu.

When she saw the string of unclear codes, she intuitively felt that there was something wrong. It was like that kind of whole-body replacement technology, which not many laboratories could do within her cognition.

Chauvin's prosthetic research department counts as one.

The picture was loaded, and the codes and patterns on the bones became clear. After zooming in, Yang Erci finally saw the content clearly.

[Evoorg00021, CV]

There is also a small sun-shaped logo on the far right of the code, similar to the logo that frequently appears in the altar.

Yang Erci vaguely felt that he had discovered something.

There must be something wrong with An Wujiu's memory, he can't be an ordinary student who hasn't participated in any experiments, even if we don't talk about the technical difficulty of transplanting these metal bones, just the cost of purchasing these high-tech prosthetics, he can't be a student. What he can bear, not to mention that he also bears his mother who is seriously ill and bedridden.

The CV in the code is the abbreviation of Chauvin's company, but the sun sign behind it is not Chauvin's symbol, and as a core researcher of Chauvin's biological department, she never knew of the production of these metal endoskeletons. The skeleton is already quite advanced, and it can completely replace the original human skeleton, or even surpass the performance of the original skeleton.

What does Evoorg stand for?

This is not an English word, is it a small language.

There are not many people who use small languages ​​now.

Yang Erci frowned and put these aside for the time being to deal with the rest of the emails, but when she looked at it, she suddenly realized something.

If Evo and org are separated, the latter org will conjure up many words, organizations, and living things.

Evo...

Evolve

evolution?

Evolutionary lifeform, evolutionary body...

In the early morning, the white neon lights outside the window suddenly flashed in front of Yang Erci.

Her back was cold.

Could it be that An Wujiu is an evolutionary experiment whose memory has been tampered with?

Put him on the altar, is it also for testing?

She was silent, backing up these data, and preparing to tell An Wu Jiu later during the day.

Knowing this information, Yang Erci was no longer sleepy. She sat in front of the workbench and stared at a small gap on the table in a daze.

She seemed to be getting closer to the truth she had been trying to find, but digging deeper and deeper.

What she got now is far more than she imagined.

Probably this time it is very stable, and the things want to solve have been solved. An Wu Jiu slept soundly in Shen Ti's arms, he thought it was a long time, but when he woke up, he found that it was only three hours.

Shen Ti was washing, An Wu Jiu got up and washed with him.

They are like the most ordinary and ordinary couples. They only need to worry about the trivial matters of work and life, not whether they will survive after thirty or more hours.

An Wujiu received Yang Erci's message and asked him for an interview.

"The tone is very serious, maybe there is something urgent."

"When is she not serious?" Shen Ti joked.

There is nothing to clean up, the two left the room, An Wu Jiu intends to find a service staff to explain before leaving. Unexpectedly, as soon as I got out of the elevator and walked to the club dance hall on the first floor, I saw a so-called "guest" splashing there.

The man didn't look much different in age than the two of them. He was tall and thin, and he didn't seem to have much strength, but when he came up, he kicked a girl to the ground, and he kept swearing in his mouth. His words were extremely ugly.

An Wu Jiu glanced at the girl, the lights here are not blue during the day, so she can see people more clearly, her face was not wearing a mask this time, but An Wu Jiu still recognized her by her body shape, she was the one from last night. The one headed by a group of girls.

"I'm sorry for the guests. They have to brainwash before every service. Maybe they recovered in the middle? I don't know how to offend you. I'm really sorry. How about we compensate you for a bottle of wine?"

The waiters couldn't stop the scolding guests.

Just when he was about to punch the girl who finally stood up, An Wu Jiu grabbed his wrist.

"stop fighting."

The man was startled by the strength of his hands and wanted to resist, but the fist-swinging hand couldn't move at all, An Wujiu clenched it tightly, like he was not shackled.

His anger was aroused all of a sudden, "What are you messing around with! It's so fucking lenient, who do you think you are!"

But he couldn't push An Wu Jiu away at all, he only felt that his wrist was hurting more and more, and his bones were about to be broken by his grip.

An Wu Jiu looked at him coldly and said lightly, "What if I want to take care of it?"