Yang Erci is a very intuitive person.
Just like the day she saw her father for the last time, she felt that her father seemed to be leaving her.
She still remembers that it was very windy that day, and her father wore a gray woolen coat. After a long absence, she made her favorite creamy chicken stew, almond chocolate pie and red cabbage soup. It's too high so I don't want to do it.
But that day Yang Erci was under a lot of study pressure and was very busy, so he didn't have time to sit down and eat well, so he left in a hurry.
My father said a lot that day unusually.
[The air is very dirty recently, remember to wear a filter mask when you go out, take care of your eyes, rest as much as you can, don't make yourself too tired. ]
At that time, she didn't take these instructions very seriously.
[By the way, Xiaoci, do you still remember where I stored the trust fund and deposit electronic passwords before, I can’t remember all of a sudden. ]
She was in a hurry, so she just casually relayed the story to her father before leaving.
When Yang Erci finally finished his work and was on his way home from school, he suddenly felt something was wrong. The neon lights outside the window were dazzling, but her father's expression, his movements, and some unusual details kept appearing in her mind.
Obviously father's memory is the best, why can't he remember
Yang Erci hurried home, the house was empty and there was no one there, only the food on the table had been changed and put in the kitchen to keep warm.
She had an intuition that her father was gone, so she searched all the places where her father might stay, and contacted every acquaintance of her father she knew, but she couldn't find his whereabouts.
The savings and property of the family were kept well, as if they were prepared for her. Yang Erci stood in the kitchen alone, and ate the beetroot soup stewed by her father bit by bit. The red color reminded her of her mother.
When my mother died, she spit out a lot of blood, just like this bowl of soup.
When she was a child, she had already experienced the departure of her mother, and she had always been dependent on her father. She didn't understand that her father was leaving too, and he didn't even give her an explanation.
For so many years, Yang Erci grew up alone, and became taciturn because of lack of security. She only did what was beneficial to herself. She was precise and decisive. She never gave up investigating her father's disappearance. In order to find him, she tried her best to get in front of him. The company she works for, but bizarrely, she can't find any records of her father, as if they've been artificially deleted or hidden.
But she found many research results about her father, which proved that he did work in Chauvin.
More and more secrets, more and more missing persons, Yang Erci couldn't stop. When she knew about the altar, she devoted herself to it without hesitation. She believed that the more dangerous the place, the more likely she would find her father .
She thinks so.
Just like when he was left alone by his father, at this moment Yang Erci had a negative premonition that what An Wujiu was going to tell her alone should not be good news.
She took An Wujiu to the rooftop of this building. Different from the night, the night of this city is covered in darkness and rendered by neon lights. No matter how dilapidated the place is, it can be hidden and turned a blind eye. But when the day breaks, under the sunlight, there is no way to hide any dirt and incompleteness.
The air was gray, An Wujiu stood still, facing Yang Erci and said, "In the last game, we met your father."
Yang Erci raised her eyebrows, she reached out and fumbled for something in her large and old suit jacket pocket, and finally grinded out a pack of cigarettes.
"And then?" She lit one for herself and put it to her lips, looking a little indifferent and indifferent.
It seems that what is unwilling to face has become An Wugui.
He lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "We were divided into different camps by the altar."
An Wujiu raised his head and looked into her eyes through the lingering white smoke, "Actually, it can be said that your father died because of me."
He put all the responsibility on himself, as if to say that Yang Erci could use this to vent, accept that her efforts all the time turned into nothingness in the end, and feel a little better.
It's not that An Wujiu doesn't understand what it feels like for a person to have all his beliefs collapsed, he has experienced this feeling too many times.
But Yang Erci in front of her didn't do much, she just smiled, put the cigarette between her slender index finger and middle finger, turned around, and leaned against the fence of the roof.
"An Wujiu, do you think I don't understand you?"
Her leaning posture is very casual, but her back is always lonely, An Wujiu walked to her side without saying a word.
Yang Erci flicked the cigarette ash, looked at the gray sky and the desolate concrete forest, those noisy and oppressive crowds were like ants snatching food, eager to trample each other to death.
"The law in the altar is that the weak prey on the strong, and whoever is strong wins, so the winner does not need to apologize. Besides, I know very well that you are such a holy father. If you can make everyone survive, you will die if you fight this life." did it."
After Yang Erci finished speaking, he lowered his head and let the wind blow him, "But I'm really unlucky, I have met him so many times, and I have played with you for several rounds, but I met him in a separate round. "
"Damn the altar." Yang Erci cursed in a low voice.
She can only do this, because she knows very well that anyone who is against her father is not at fault, she can't blame her father who betrayed her, how can she blame the innocent An Wugui.
Only the altar is to blame.
An Wujiu didn't know how to comfort him, and he also understood that Yang Erci didn't need his comfort.
For a person like her, even when she collapses, she only stays inside. Even if she doesn't want to believe this fact, she will pretend to accept it frankly. It would be a kind of cruelty to expose it.
"Did he die in the game?" Yang Erci asked.
An Wujiu knew what she meant, but he couldn't deceive her, "Yes."
"Then... it should be impossible to..." She whispered intermittently, as if reminding herself to wake her up.
A silent grief flows slowly in the air between the two, like a liquid that is about to freeze, but it is not completely frozen, and there is still a sense of flow.
An Wugui's guilt made him unable to say a word, because no matter what he said, Yang Erci would definitely say it, and it had nothing to do with him.
The two were silent for a long time, thinking about each other's thoughts, it was An Wujiu who broke the silence first.
"Your father said something to me. Coincidentally, he happened to know my parents."
Yang Erci looked at him, "You seem to remember a lot this time."
"Yeah." An Wujiu told Yang Erci intermittently what he remembered, including the innovation project that his father and Yang Erci's father participated in at the same time, and the abnormalities he encountered when he was a child, his father's suicide, his mother's death, etc. An Wugui didn't say anything about Shen Ti's madness.
Yang Erci had guessed half of these contents, and the other half was shocked. She thought that An Wujiu might be a clinical test subject for human enhancement, but she never imagined that there would be a so-called human innovation plan, and there would be people like him. experiment.
There are even supernatural so-called evil gods.
At this moment, seeing those crazy people on the road, Yang Erci's state of mind was completely different. She put out her cigarette and became quiet, trying to get herself out of the shadow of her father's complete departure for the time being.
"I really didn't expect..." Yang Erci frowned and said, "Our parents are actually related."
"Well." An Wujiu said, "To be precise, they used to be colleagues. The human innovation plan should not have been so cruel and extreme in the way and content at the beginning. My father was not a perfectionist. After his death, I was forcibly Arrested there, and your father became a double agent. On the one hand, he was dismissed from the Innovation Project Group, and on the other hand, he joined another mysterious organization. Now imagine, arresting me, and making your father unable to continue to serve Chauvin willingly, It should be the same one, and if it wasn't for my father who was hostile to me, he wouldn't have arrested me on purpose."
His analysis was very logical, and Yang Erci fully accepted it, "This person can only be Russell, Chauvin's number one."
"Well, I think so too." An Wujiu said again, "And according to what Zhou Yijue said, the altar was also funded by the Chauvin Group at the beginning, but Chauvin eventually gave up on the altar. I think Chauvin, or La Searle is not trying to abandon the altar, but to let it go."
Yang Erci thought about it carefully, she thought of some memories when she was still working in Chauvin, "When I first joined the company, a senior reminded me that Russell is a moody person, very authoritarian, I am not surprised, People who can build a business empire are naturally not simple people.
But that senior is someone who has worked in Chauvin for a long time. He told me that Russell was not like this at the beginning. He was approachable and very friendly, and he often even had breakfast with them. But he had a very serious serious illness and needed to replace the organs in his body. At that time, he used the most advanced artificial organs, but it still didn't help, and he could only continue his life. "
"I don't know what happened later, he suddenly recovered, and he was even better than before, but his personality changed a lot, like a different person."
Seeing An Wujiu frown, Yang Erci said: "You also think it's wrong."
"Well, he owns a business empire like Chauvin that monopolizes global biotechnology and advanced medical treatment. None of these high technologies can save his life, so I can only suspect that he has continued his life through other means."
Yang Erci nodded, and turned his back against the guardrail, "Before you said this, I couldn't figure it out, but now I also have doubts about it."
For a scientific researcher like her, it is not easy to accept such surreal and supernatural things, but Yang Erci has seen too many extraordinary and strange things since he embarked on the road to find his father. Those people either disappeared, went crazy, or committed suicide, burning their family and friends to death.
Moreover, the characteristics of these people are very similar. When they are dying or going crazy, they all speak similar languages, but she doesn't understand what it is at all.
But the father is not, he is different from these people, he is the same as Yang Erci, all for the investigation, getting deeper and deeper.
Looking back now, Yang Erci felt chills all over his body.
Because the mother's death was also very strange.
"Now if you want to investigate from Chauvin, it's a bit tricky."
When Yang Erci thought of his decision to leave, he somewhat regretted it.
It's hard for her to get in now.
Seeing that Yang Erci was in a daze, An Wujiu was about to ask her what she was thinking, when suddenly a phone call came in, Yang Erci pulled away from his daze, and connected the call.
Although An Wujiu couldn't hear the content, but seeing Yang Erci's slightly relaxed expression, he guessed that it was Zhong Yirou.
Yang Erci just said "um" a few times, most of the time he was listening to her, and then he suddenly raised his eyes to look at An Wujiu.
From her eyes, An Wujiu also read information about herself.
"Okay, let's go back right away." Yang Erci said.
An Wujiu planned to go with her, but Yang Erci stopped, as if he was still listening to her.
"We didn't go anywhere else, we just came to the rooftop. Well, we went back."
An Wujiu waited for a while, thinking in his heart that Shen Ti was not worried at all.
But when he thought about it again, it seemed that few people could move him.
Yang Erci hung up the phone, went down the stairs with An Wujiu from the rooftop to the highest floor and waited for the elevator. It's always so quiet when it's just the two of them.
The elevator was halfway up when Yang Erci suddenly asked, "Do I smell like cigarettes?"
An Wujiu stood there and sniffed without offending, "It's okay."
Yang Erci nodded, and finally took off his coat and put it on his forearm. Until they walked into the elevator, went down, and returned to her apartment, An Wujiu watched her put the coat in the entrance, but didn't bring it in.
She disguised her pain impeccably, as if she walked towards Zhong Yirou without the slightest burden, only An Wujiu knew what she had just experienced.
"You're back!" Zhong Yirou didn't get up, she seemed to be in contact with someone, she only waved at Yang Erci to let her come to her side, saw An Wujiu again, and beckoned to him too.
But when An Wujiu walked halfway, he was grabbed by Shen Ti, to be precise, he was grabbed by Shen Ti who was lying on the sofa with an open book on his head.
An Wujiu didn't even know how he just reached out his hand.
"Where have you been?" Shen Ti tilted his head, the book fell to the floor, he stared at An Wujiu upside down like this, beckoning him to squat down.
"I went to the rooftop to talk to Erci for a while." An Wujiu also squatted down as he said, approaching Shen Ti, he was still thinking about the uncomfortable matter of Noah before, "Where is Noah?"
"Sleeping in the room." Shen Ti replied casually.
An Wujiu happened to be close to Shen Ti's head, so he also reached out to brush his hair and touched the earrings, thinking that this was very similar to someone washing his hair.
The earrings are so pretty, like a few drops of blood.
An Wujiu was admiring it, when Shen Ti suddenly came up to him, leaned upside down like this, raised his head and kissed his lips.
An Wujiu froze for a moment, his fingers were still holding the earrings.
But Shen Ti was quite proud, as if he had accomplished a very interesting prank, he smiled contentedly.
Wu You on the other sofa seemed to have a nightmare, and just woke up at this moment. Nanshan at the side covered him with a blanket, so Wu You fell asleep again.
"Why are you in a daze?" Shen Ti turned over, lay down on the sofa, gently scratched An Wujiu's face with his bent fingers, then sat up suddenly, leaned over to smell it, wishing he could bury his nose in the his chest.
"Why does it smell like smoke?" Shen Ti said to himself.
Zhong Yirou heard it and looked at them. An Wujiu immediately turned on the blame mode, and admitted naturally, "I smoked."
He heard Zhong Yirou say to Yang Erci, "No wonder I smell smoke."
Shen Ti laughed, pinched An Wujiu's chin, "You still smoke."
An Wujiu raised his eyebrows, "Of course."
Shen Ti's lips were pursed into a smile, and when he spoke again, his voice became very soft.
"Little liar."
An Wujiu is not someone who can be kneaded by others. Hearing this sentence, he fixed his eyes on Shen Ti and slowly looked at his face, the corners of his eyes and brows were a little more provocative than usual.
"Each each other."
"Wujiu," Zhong Yirou hung up the call on the other end, and said to An Wujiu, "One of my previous customers asked me to change the prosthetic body. He has connections with the police station. I asked him to help me find out about After so long, he finally found out something about your sister."
Hearing this news, An Wujiu immediately got up and went to her side.
This was a surprise to him, but he was afraid to hear it because An Wujiu was afraid that it would be bad news.
He can't lose anyone anymore.
"This is the list he gave me." Zhong Yirou showed him the list, "It's full of missing girls who are about the same age as your sister, and the geographical scope is in country A. Fortunately, there is a restriction of Asians, so the scope will be narrowed down. A lot, because you don't have a citizenship chip, and I guess your sister doesn't have one, so I screened out some more, and you see if there are any faces you are familiar with among these people."
An Wujiu looked over one by one, and several of them didn't look like his younger sister when she was a child.
"She should be more like me." An Wujiu said.
"I'm just surprised." Zhong Yirou has already looked at all the girls on the list, "It stands to reason that if they look like you, they should be very eye-catching. There are quite a lot of beautiful girls here, but they don't seem to be very similar. .”
Yang Erci raised a possibility, "Is there such a possibility? Wu Jiu's younger sister has undergone plastic surgery now."
"It's very possible." Zhong Yirou explained, "Plastic plastic surgery is very common now, and the technology is very advanced. It's not difficult to change someone's face."
Resting her chin on her hand, she looked at the girls on the list and where they might currently live.
"How about we split up and look for each one?"
An Wujiu added: "About your father."