Their D20 area is far from the core area, and there is only one screen in front of each bettor. The opportunity to watch the game is precious. No one will deliberately move the screen away from the current fighting area to pay attention to a real-time odds of 1:1 to 17. Lonely Abilities.
The highest odds, the dreadlocks who just used blood as a gun, have risen to 5.5 to 1.
1 to 17, to put it bluntly, that is, no one is willing to bet on this weak and slender little white face, no matter how high the odds are, investing a dollar is a waste.
Therefore, no one noticed that there was one more person in the escape team of one hundred and one who should not have existed.
Chi Xiaochi asked back, "...water ghost?"
The same person as Bai Anyi put his left hand into the pocket of the white coat and smiled politely: "Hello. My name is Bai Anyi."
With his left hand out of his pocket, he brought a swinging knife in his hand.
He used his thumb to skillfully open the knife with his backhand. The silver front was cold and sharp, but he played with ease and skill, like his own fingers.
He said, "Second time. Who are you?"
Chi Xiaochi said, "Chi Xiaochi."
Shadow is polite, holding the handle of the knife in his hand, hanging quietly by his side, staring at Chi Xiaochi intently, his eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses are piercing like fire, his eyes are cold and sharp, like a carnivore looking for an opportunity to take a bite numb.
However, his tone was still polite: "Excuse me, where is Bai Anyi?"
Chi Xiaochi: "He's with me."
Shadow dragged his tone slightly, and said "um", as if thinking.
Even though Chi Xiaochi concentrated all his energy, he couldn't see when the shadow raised his hand.
When he noticed that Shadow's hand was empty, a silver light coming towards him flashed in front of his left eye.
And he only had time to open his eyes slightly, and a black shadow ran out from the side and protected him in time.
A series of shattering sounds of "giggling" sounded in the palms of the people who came.
The silver light shattered into a cloud of dust, and chalk-like pieces of data slowly floated and sank in his hands.
Shadow raised one eyebrow curiously, as if thinking about where this person suddenly appeared.
Xu is because the situation was too tight, that person's voice fell in Chi Xiaochi's ears, both familiar and with a calm anger that was different from the past: "You are too much."
Shadow shrugged: "I missed three inches."
Lai Ren said: "If you didn't miss it on purpose, I wouldn't just smash your knife."
Chi Xiaochi leaned his head behind him and came out.
In just a few moments, he guessed the reason why the shadow shot against him.
He explained succinctly: "I'm not the kind of superhuman who has the ability to seize other people's bodies. Even if you don't try me with a knife, if you really want to kill me, I can't escape."
Shadow closed his eyes slightly, as if waiting for his explanation.
Chi Xiaochi took the opportunity to peek at the face of the person in front of him.
It was still an unfamiliar face. The left half of the face was wearing a half mask, and the small part of the exposed skin was slightly burnt, which made people wonder what kind of trauma the half of his face under the mask had suffered. Half of his face is white and clean, and the end of his eyes is pointed upwards, looking a bit bright, like peach blossoms.
Those eyes that were staring at the shadow with a bit of malice could not help softening at the moment when the corner of the light touched Chi Xiaochi.
"Are you scared?" he asked softly.
Needless to say, Chi Xiaochi successfully docked the signal with him.
He shook his head and gently pressed down Lou Ying's arm that was still in front of him.
He instinctively felt that the shadow would not seriously hurt Bai Anyi's body.
"It was Bai Anyi who 'invited' me to come in." Chi Xiaochi explained his origin, "He died once."
The shadow calling himself "Bai Anyi" opened his eyes: "Who killed it?"
Chi Xiaochi pondered for a moment, and took the opportunity to read the world line after Bai Anyi entered the competition.
…
After the dreadlocked man fired the first shot, he saw Ye Huan's half of his brain shell, which had been blasted away by the cavity effect, was facing him with blood, and Bai Huahua's brain was running down the back of his neck. Bai Anyi's mind went blank. .
With his poor physical strength and his ability to drag his legs, it is impossible to run away. Bai Anyi simply turned sideways, rolled under the car, kicked the bump on the chassis of the off-road truck, held the handrail with his hands, and forced her to let it go. He hangs on the bottom of the car like a gecko.
When the man with dreadlocks cut his fingers just now, more than one drop of blood flowed out. The scattered blood bullets leaked out of the fuel tank of the car, and oil dripped down.
The bigger and bigger colorful oil stains gradually extended to Bai Anyi's brain.
Drops of sweat dripped from his sweat-soaked black hair, splashing water on the oil stains.
After all, he is a sedentary laboratory physique. Survival gave him an instant burst of physical energy, but as time passed, his strength was lost little by little.
A group of people have run away, and gradually, there is only one person left, searching for something from car to car.
Bai Anyi gritted her teeth, but her waist gradually became sore.
His physical strength did not allow him to concentrate on the outside situation, so he had to close his eyes and forbear, and began to count the seconds.
For 300 seconds, he heard footsteps approaching the car where he was hiding, felt the tremor of someone jumping into the car, faintly heard the sound of wires being torn, and the sound of electric current flowing through the body and a painful low. He cursed, followed by the muffled sound of jumping out of the car.
The arms gradually softened, and the lungs were also burning with pain due to long-term hypoxia, but Bai Anyi didn't dare to move an inch, and only held his breath and closed his eyes to count the seconds.
After 300 counts, Bai Anyi opened his eyes and looked out cautiously.
He was really afraid that if he tilted his head, he would collide with a pair of eyes that were quietly peeking in from the bottom of the car.
Fortunately, what he feared most did not happen.
… there are no moving feet out there.
There were no figures on the wasteland, only tumbleweeds that rolled like wheels.
He took off his strength and fell directly into a puddle of gasoline on the ground, ignoring the smell of oil all over his body, gasping for breath.
When he felt a little better in his lungs, he turned over and crawled out with his hands and feet on the ground.
The smell of dry sand was inhaled in the lungs, like particles stuck in the throat, after a few coughs, fine yellow sand mixed with the saliva flowed out.
Bai Anyi wiped the corners of his mouth with difficulty, rubbing his knees against the rough gravel ground, just as he was about to get up, he heard a sinister sneer behind him.
"...I finally got you out."
Bai Anyi's blood pressure rose suddenly, a nervous headache attacked immediately, and his temples throbbed and throbbed.
He endured the pain and turned around, only to see a strange man sitting across his legs on the carriage he was in, with his feet on the suspended deck, with a fresh black burn on the corner of his mouth.
"...It also saves me from going in and catching you."
— When Bai Anyi closed his eyes and counted the seconds, someone had already squatted down and watched him quietly for a long time.
The man sneered, "I thought you could hold on for ten minutes."
Bai Anyi had exhausted all his strength just now, and now his arms are on the ground, and he can't help shaking.
The man jumped out of the carriage lightly and skillfully and walked towards Bai Anyi, his fingertips began to flash bright sparks.
The shadow of death gradually shrouded Bai Anyi. He didn't even have the strength to retreat, so he could only face him and said hoarsely, "We don't need to listen to them and kill each other..."
"It's not necessary for you, it's for me." The man walked step by step, "You're unlucky. If I could directly consume electricity, I wouldn't need the bioelectricity on your body."
This person can only manipulate bioelectricity, and can amplify the current of bioelectricity absorbed from other creatures a thousand times for his own use.
Bai Anyi remembered the pulling sound he heard just now.
He pulled out the wire, it turned out to be...
Bai Anyi tried his best to fight for a chance: "Bioelectricity can be regenerated continuously. You keep me, I can be your power storage station..."
"Oh? So obedient?" The man smiled. "Unfortunately, if I can absorb the bioelectricity of living people, why don't I use it myself?"
There was a buzzing sound in Bai Anyi's mind, and a layer of black mist gradually covered his eyes.
Is he really going to die...
Bai Anyi turned her face away like an ostrich, not daring to face her own death.
But where he couldn't see, a shadow silently burrowed out of the gasoline on the ground, at a speed like lightning, and jumped straight onto the man's back, swiftly and silently wrapped his legs around his neck, Vigorously twist your waist.
Hearing a click, the man fell softly to the ground before he could react, dying of breathlessness.
The incoming person moved neatly and kicked the man's body to the bottom of the car.
Bai Anyi didn't hear anything for a long time, only to hear an unfamiliar footstep slowly approaching him without hurting him, so he dared to look up.
He wanted to see where the man who could use bioelectricity had gone, but the sight made him speechless.
… A man who looked exactly like him and was still wearing a white coat, knelt down in front of him on one knee, put one hand in his pocket, and was smiling at him.
Seeing that he had been in a daze for too long, the man couldn't help but smile even more: "Hello. I have driven him away, don't be afraid."
His voice is very warm, like a very gentle person.
Bai Anyi shuddered and said, "You are..."
The person came to start, and scraped the sand on his face and nose with his index finger: "I'm Bai Anyi."
He seemed to be afraid that Bai Anyi couldn't understand him, so he added: "...I am you."
Seeing that Bai Anyi couldn't understand, "Bai Anyi" explained in a good-natured manner: "Little Baizi, do you remember when you were four years old, you were pushed down the stairs by the 'Little Overlord' at the orphanage?"
Bai Anyi vaguely remembered.
He was a child who grew up in an orphanage. Because he is very quiet and doesn't like to play with people, he always holds a geological book for research. He is often bullied by an eight-year-old child nicknamed "Little Bully" in the orphanage.
On the fourth birthday, "Little Bully" asked his hands to grab his cake.
The cake was specially bought for him by the teacher who liked him, and it was made into a small earth shape. He liked it very much, so he didn't want to let it go.
During the fight, he fell down the stairs, and was dragged by the collar for a few meters by the "little bully" who came to hear the news, threatening him and not allowing him to tell the teacher why he fell downstairs.
He fell with a mild concussion, fractured his right arm, and lay groggy in bed for a long time.
After he was able to go to the ground, there was no trace of "Little Overlord" in the orphanage.
Later, Bai Anyi heard from the teacher that Little Bawang got up in the middle of the night and fell down the same flight of stairs, but his injury was much more serious than his, and both legs were broken.
Returning to reality, seeing the person in front of him who was exactly like himself, like a mirror image, Bai Anyi came up with a somewhat terrifying guess: "You..."
"Bai Anyi" nodded encouragingly, like a teacher facing a student who answered his question correctly: "Yes. That day is my birthday. From that day on, I woke up in your body."
He said, "I am your other personality."
Bai Anyi shook his head: "Impossible. I... never knew about you... "
Dual personalities, they should be unaware of each other's existence.
"Bai Anyi" gently touched the back of his neck, with an encouraging smile in his eyes behind the golden glasses: "You don't know me. But I know you, know all about you, and have read all the books you have read. All the papers. I helped you clean the house, ordered takeout for you, and wrote your reports for you.”
Bai Anyi still remembered the report.
During that time, he followed his tutor to the pit, just in time for the end of the semester, and there were seventeen or eight papers to be submitted, so he had to rush to report after returning to school, and he was dizzy all day long.
When the grades were handed out, he found out that he got an A in a natural science course, the highest score among all courses.
He was still confused for a while, forgetting whether he had written this report.
Seeing that he had an impression, "Bai Anyi" nodded gracefully: "It's not that the teacher forgot to collect it, it was me who wrote it."
Of course, he did not say who had repeatedly rejected him and the surnamed Jiao Huanhao, and who had occupied his body when he was arrested and electrocuted by the supervision agency, and suffered that time and again for him. The criminal law once even grabbed the hair of his exclusive "manager" and almost knocked him to death on the wall.
Seeing that this person is not very bad, gentle, and very close to himself, Bai Anyi is no longer afraid of him. He touched his chest and asked, "You, how did you come out?"
"Bai Anyi" looked back at the gasoline that was flowing all over the floor.
Gasoline reflects blurry sky and clouds.
"Maybe, when God assigns powers, he treats us as two different people," he said. "I also have powers. You can understand it as a 'clone'."
"...As long as you look at something like a mirror that can reflect light, if there is a reflection, I will come out of it..." "Bai Anyi"'s voice was very gentle, "...with you."