Chapter 95 Pious oath

An Wujiu's answer to the wrong question made Shen Ti even more anxious.

He could only pull An Wujiu into his arms and put his hand on his back, trying to give An Wujiu a sense of security.

"I see."

If the younger sister at that time was only seven years old, then An Wu Jiu would not be too old.

An Wu Jiu Ren was not awake, many unfamiliar images flooded into his mind, like waste paper scattered all over the place, it was too late to pick it up.

He thought of Shen Ti's question in a trance, so he said, "I was ten years old at that time, three years older than her."

From An Wujiu's words, Shen Ti felt the pain in his heart for the first time in his life, as if his heart was connected with An Wujiu's.

"You remember she escaped, didn't you?"

An Wujiu rested his forehead on his shoulder and nodded slightly.

"She's so small, it's possible..."

long gone.

"She's not as smart as Noah, she's a little squeamish, she has to ask me for everything." An Wujiu said, suddenly choked up.

Those memories that seemed to have been erased came back, and he was sure that it was true, because these memories could really hurt him.

"It's all a matter of chance." Shen Ti comforted him, "Let's try to find it, maybe she's doing well now?"

An Wu Jiu knew that he was trying to find a way to comfort him, and he also understood that this moment is not the time to be sad.

He took a deep breath and withdrew from Shen Ti's arms. Although his face was pale, he showed a dull determination, as if these things were normal to him.

"I am twenty years old this year, and I was ten years old when I was kidnapped. According to the information that Gabriel helped find, my mother died ten years ago."

An Wu Jiu analyzed it calmly and calmly, as if separating his sensibility and rationality, in front of Shen Ti.

Although Shen Ti feels sad, he also understands that An Wujiu is a person who cannot indulge in sadness, he has to keep walking towards the goal so as to avoid pain.

So Shen Ti took An Wujiu's hand and said while walking with him, "You mean, your mother died in the year you and your sister had an accident."

An Wujiu gave a light "um", "But in my memory, she sent my sister and I to the car, a self-driving car, the destination seems to be far away, I only remember that the estimated mileage is very high. Long. But the car was hit by another car halfway through and we were taken away."

After speaking, An Wu Jiu frowned slightly, "Why doesn't she come with us?"

This is exactly what makes Shen Ti strange.

According to what Gabriel found out, An Wujiu's mother was forcibly taken away because of a delusional disorder, which is consistent with what An Wujiu said about the house burning and self-immolation.

It always feels weird to put kids in the car because of paranoia.

"Is it possible..." Shen Ti guessed, "Do you want to steer the tiger away from the mountain?"

An Wu Jiu was stunned, he didn't think about this reason.

By the elevator door stood a hunched old man, white, with silver hair, skinny and skinny, with metal ankles.

His hand was in the pocket of his old coat, but when he saw them coming, he pulled it out.

Shen Ti gave An Wujiu more attention, and walked over with An Wujiu, the elevator door just opened, and they followed in.

Shen Ti was very cautious. Seeing that the old man with his back to them was not pressing the floor for a long time, he did not press it either, but reminded him loudly.

The other party responded twice, saying that he forgot, and was very sorry, and then pressed the 13th floor. Shen Ti stretched out his hand and pressed the floor over him. It was not 43 where Yang Erci lived, but 44.

An Wu Jiu very tacitly sensed the meaning behind Shen Ti's silence, he also put his eyes on the old man in front of him. He smelled of decaying vegetation, and the back of his neck was covered with brown age spots, like an old tree.

The reflective inner wall of the elevator reflected the old man's dry hands. He opened his jacket and reached in.

Just as he was about to turn around, An Wu Jiu stood in front of Shen Ti, this subconsciously shocked Shen Ti.

But what the other party took out of the jacket was not the gun they thought, but a heavy old book.

A false alarm, An Wu Jiu raised his hand and put it down.

The old man murmured indistinctly, the sound was like a grunt coming from the throat, An Wujiu could only vaguely recognize a few words, but he kept repeating it, and kept repeating it.

An Wujiu reluctantly concatenated these into one sentence.

"God is coming, follow me, you will witness the resurrection of the ruler of the world..."

He was clutching a thick dusty book in his dry hands, trying to stuff it into An Wujiu's hands. This is too weird, An Wu Jiu resisted subconsciously, Shen Ti stretched out his hand and shoved the weird old man, and the book fell to the ground with a snap.

The cover of the book was brownish-green, suede, with a scratch in the middle that looked like it was drawn.

When the book fell, the old man raised his head and accidentally met Shen Ti's eyes. As if frightened, he kept retreating, leaning his back against the elevator door, and screaming without warning.

The 13th floor suddenly arrived.

The elevator door opened, and the old man almost fell, he shuffled back out, the muffled voice in his mouth became sharp and high-pitched, and he shouted to flee, like a madman.

"You will see it! You will see it with your own eyes!"

The words echoed in the elevator and corridors like ghosts. The elevator door was about to close, An Wu Jiu suddenly pressed the door button.

"It's a little weird, I'll go out and have a look."

Shen Ti also chased out.

But the strange thing is that in such a short time, people have disappeared.

"That person should also be a cultist."

An Wu Jiu nodded, but they didn't catch up, and they didn't take the book either. Afraid that Yang Erci would wait, the two decided to go first. When I got back to the elevator, the book was gone, it was probably picked up by someone else.

I don't know if it was because of the memory recovery, An Wu Jiu became more and more suspicious, he always felt that this person came by no accident, just like that, he followed Shen Ti all the way to Yang Erci's residence.

After a while, the door of the apartment opened, and it was Noah who opened the door. She said hello to An Wujiu and Shen Ti, and said, "Sister Erci and Sister Yirou are repairing the host."

"Repairing the mainframe?" An Wu Jiu and Shen Ti looked at each other, entered the room, followed Noah to the studio, and saw that they were both sitting in front of the workbench.

Seeing Zhong Yirou sitting on the handle of Yang Erci's chair, Shen Ti coughed twice on purpose.

"what happened?"

Zhong Yirou was startled by him and got up from the chair.

"You are here." Yang Erci also turned around and said concisely, "Sit down."

An Wu Jiu looked towards the host, his eyes accidentally fell on the table beside Yang Erci, his whole body stiffened.

how come……

The book they dropped in the elevator actually appeared on Yang Erci's workbench!

Shen Ti also saw it, and he asked calmly, "Where did this book come from?"

Yang Erci glanced, "Oh, Noah just brought it in, saying that someone knocked on the door and didn't stuff it into her hands."

An Wujiu turned to look at Noah, Noah nodded and described the man's appearance.

"Before I opened the door, I thought it was Brother Wu blame you, but it turned out to be a silver-haired old man, rambling, dressed in tatters, stuffed me with this book and left."

After she finished speaking, she propped up her hands on the chair behind and sat on it.

Things are getting weirder.

An Wu Jiu walked over and picked up the book, intending to flip through it to see what was inside.

But he couldn't open it.

Not only him, everyone present except Shen Ti tried it once, and no one opened even the first page.

"Let me try?"

A series of events were so magical that Shen Ti wondered if he had left the altar. He took the book and tried to open the cover.

But there seems to be a powerful force preventing him from moving, but Shen Ti is a stubborn person, even if he feels it, he wants to open it.

Unexpectedly, he actually turned a page for him, but he couldn't turn it anymore.

This page seems to be the title page, the paper is yellow, and there are many incomprehensible characters written in it. It is a strange language, and it also uses an ancient flower body, which is even more difficult to identify.

Although An Wu Jiu didn't understand what was written on it, he felt familiar.

In his memory, there is also such a book, but the color of the cover seems to be different.

He tried hard to recall, vaguely remembering that it was red.

red as blood.

Shen Ti spread the book flat on the sofa and sat down with An Wu Jiu in his arms, feeling that his hand was a little cold, Shen Ti grabbed his hand and wrapped it in his palm.

Yang Erci turned the swivel chair and rubbed his temples, "My host seems to be infected with a virus. It was fine last night, and I can't show it to you now."

"Virus?" An Wujiu asked, "What is it like?"

"It's strange, it's turned green now." Yang Erci still tried to throw them out, but as she said, only a sticky green was left, which was uncomfortable.

"I was just checking the email, and suddenly a new one appeared, the sender was a stranger, I didn't click it, I didn't expect to be hit when I closed the mailbox, and first a video appeared, like a monster-style horror It's the same as the game trailer, and it's like this after it's finished."

An Wu Jiu looked at the green hologram and felt a little strange in his heart.

"The game trailer is also related to belief?"

Yang Erci recalled, "Forget it, but it's not a conventional Western belief, not so beautiful."

The nightmare she had was like a preview, and these disgusting and weird things appeared first in her dream.

An Wu Jiu turned his head to read the book, the doubts in his heart became more and more serious.

"Let's not talk about that."

Yang Erci's host was damaged, but fortunately, she had the foresight to copy all the information sorted out last night and sent it to Zhong Yirou.

At her request, Zhong Yirou showed An Wujiu this little bit, while Yang Erci talked about her conjecture.

She was a little surprised, when An Wujiu heard this, there was no expression on her face, as if she was not surprised or unexpected at all.

After they finished speaking, An Wu Jiu spoke.

"I see." His voice was soft, and he had actually thought about these suspicions, which coincided with what Gabriel said.

"You should be right."

Yang Erci already had some certainty in her heart, but when she heard An Wu Jiu's affirmation, she couldn't be happy. She suddenly developed a little sympathy for the man who seemed to be victorious in front of her, even though it was not without guilt.

Given an extra day of rest, An Wu Jiu felt a little helpless, after staying at the altar for a long time, he seemed to have forgotten how to live in real life.

Shen Ti saw him sitting outside the floor-to-ceiling window in a daze, the flood of light from the city at night hit An Wu Jiu, looking strange. He was blank like a screen, accepting everything the world gave him.

"Don't want to sleep?" He sat next to An Wujiu and handed him the hot milk in his hand.

An Wu Jiu thanked softly, took the milk and took a sip, the paralyzed internal organs seemed to be comforted for a short time.

"I can't see any stars at all." Shen Ti looked out the window, "Not a single one."

"Yeah." An Wu Jiu said in agreement, also looking at the night sky.

The aircraft flew around like a ghost in the air, wandering non-stop. An Wujiu suddenly thought of Gabriel's words, he said that the more advanced technology is, the emptier human beings will be.

The more empty you are, the more you want to have a sustenance for your thoughts, such as belief.

"Do you believe there is a god in this world?" he asked Shen Ti.

Shen Ti raised his head and smiled casually, "I don't believe it."

“Are you so sure?” An Wu Jiu turned to look at him.

Shen Ti leaned over and touched his with his forehead, smiling like a child, "Of course not sure."

"And how does God define it? Human beliefs aren't necessarily all supernatural."

An Wu Jiu lowered his eyes, his eyelashes swayed slightly, "Yes."

Today's human beings rely so much on and believe in technology that they almost begin to gradually lose their human nature.

Replaced organs can be replaced with artificial ones, artificial ones, bones with metal, and skins with rubber.

At what point, people can no longer be regarded as people.

"If it is now, the quickest and most convenient way of preaching should not be like the old man today." An Wu Jiu chuckled lightly.

"What is that?" Shen Ti leaned over him.

"Everyone has to use things like citizen chips and networks, and use them every day. These things have become an inseparable organ of human beings."

That's right.

Shen Ti suddenly thought, "If I were a god, I would definitely not want to occupy the earth."

An Wujiu thought his statement was absurd, but he couldn't help but ask: "Why?"

"Humans are really boring. You can see through it at a glance. What can they offer me? If I were a god, of course I would have everything, and asking those believers to do anything would only cause me trouble."

An Wu Jiu felt that his words were inexplicably childish, "Really? Then a god like you should be very lonely."

Hearing this sentence, Shen Ti suddenly paused and tilted his head slightly, making An Wujiu think of some kind of cute little animal, his mood was much better unconsciously.

"you're right."

Shen Ti suddenly raised his hand and hugged An Wujiu, "Then you should be my believer."

An Wujiu pretended to be cold, "I am an atheist."

Shen Ti was half coquettish and half cheating, "It's not true, you can't even lie to me?"

“Okay, okay.” An Wujiu was shaken by him, “I agree.”

Shen Ti thought that he had succeeded and was quite proud, but An Wu Jiu suddenly raised his hand.

"Although I don't believe in God, I won't leave you alone."

An Wu Jiu said softly, both hands cupped Shen Ti's face and placed a pious kiss on his forehead.

The disturbing neon also comes to witness.