It was the first time that An Wujiu showed such embarrassment on his clever face.
Shen Ti was very useful, seeing him coming over to grab the mask in his hand, he purposely put his hands behind his back.
"Give it to me."
An Wujiu spread his hands towards him.
Shen Ti originally wanted to play tricks on him, but seeing him like this, he was reluctant to play tricks, for fear that he would not be able to control his senses and make An Wujiu unhappy.
So he stretched out the hand behind his back, but when An Wugui went to get the mask, he didn't let go.
An Wujiu raised his eyebrows, originally he didn't want to say anything, but he repeated emphatically, "I haven't glued it together yet, let me do it again."
Shen Ti was amused by his seriousness, "Okay, okay, here you are."
He handed it over, sat back on the bed, scratched his sleepy hair, and glanced at the time displayed on the wall.
It's just before six o'clock.
"You woke up so early?" Shen Ti took his hand and rubbed his fingers, his eyes accidentally glanced at the scar on his wrist.
They have gone through three games together, and his wounds have healed, only the scars left by stitches, a few short horizontal lines, and a staggered vertical line, it doesn't look scary, in An Wujiu's hand On the contrary, it looks pretty.
But Shen Ti didn't say this out loud, he felt that his aesthetics might not be so normal, and he was afraid of scaring him by saying it.
Hearing him ask about getting up early, An Wujiu thought in his heart that he hadn't slept all night.
But he didn't say it, he just fooled it with words like "waking up to the sound of the aircraft outside".
He looked around the mask and checked the glue overflowing part, only to realize that Shen Ti was staring at his wrist.
"It's ready." 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 the scar lightly, rubbing his fingers against the scar.
"Why do you still keep my mask?" Shen Ti deliberately teased him, "You probably fell in love with me at first sight, so you kept this souvenir."
An Wujiu looked down at the broken part of the mask, but when he heard this sentence, he raised his head and cast a sideways glance at Shen Ti.
Shen Ti was so cute by the blaming eyes. Although he knew he was talking nonsense, he was still happy.
"No, why would you keep my things? Let me think about it..." Shen Ti intentionally pretended to think, "It's not that I have a crush on me...then I can only think of one situation."
"What's the situation?" An Wujiu was actually aroused by him.
Shen Ti was serious, "Only a perverted murderer would keep the victim's belongings as a souvenir after killing someone. You wouldn't be so perverted, would you?"
An Wujiu sighed for a long time, "Your brain circuit is really different."
Although he was quite abnormal when he first changed his state.
An Wujiu lowered his head to reattach the mask while explaining to himself: "I went back to pick it up later."
He always speaks 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. I saw your mask was still there, and thought I was switching When I was in another state, I really wanted to kill you."
After he finished speaking, he glanced at Shen Ti, feeling guilty that he had made a mistake.
Shen Ti didn't think there was anything wrong, "And then?"
"Then I felt very guilty, because you were also forced to go up to the duel. I felt that I was crazy at the time, and everyone wanted to kill. At that time, Yirou taught me how to store the threshold, so I tried to store your mask. gone."
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 cases.
In fact, everyone he met was like this, but not as extreme, nor as ashamed as An Wujiu.
"When you mentioned it yesterday, I suddenly realized that this mask is still in my collection." An Wujiu continued, "I heard from Wu You that you can pay for 3D printing of items in your collection, as long as they are not too large. , but that kind can’t be collected.”
"It's pretty much printed 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 to scan the code to print it out, which cost a lot of money, and was caught by a The drunk man strikes up a conversation, An Wujiu is disturbed so impatiently that he almost breaks his hand.
But the glue sold in the small shops along the way is really not easy to use, if you are not careful, you will squeeze out too much, An Wujiu worked hard for a while, and managed to stick the mask that was broken in half together, but it was really ugly.
He gave up, put the mask on the low table, lay on the edge of the bed and looked at his sleepy face for half an hour, and opened the door again before dawn.
He didn't say any of this because he thought it was meaningless.
Shen Ti fell on top of him, "Why don't you print out the handcuffs in your collection?"
An Wujiu froze for a moment, and was about to ask what the printed handcuffs were for, but before he could ask, he suddenly understood, so the words he almost said were stuck in his throat.
Seeing his reaction, Shen Ti found it very funny, wrapped his arms around his neck, kissed the back of his head, and thanked him in his heart.
In this world, probably only a fool like An Wujiu would try to protect his uneasiness caused by his weirdness.
"Is this okay?" An Wujiu scraped off the previous glue, and showed him the new one.
Shen Ti nodded, "Okay, give it to me, I will wear it for the next games."
"Why?" An Wujiu felt a little wasteful.
Shen Ti put on An Wujiu's recovery mask, and said seriously: "I want to keep the festival for you."
An Wujiu laughed, but when he saw him put it on, the image of the first meeting suddenly appeared in his mind.
He said that he was withdrawn and had no companions, but he was helping him from the moment he appeared on the stage.
An Wujiu still remembered that when Yang Ming humiliated him, it was Shen Ti who hit him in the back with a champagne bottle cap to force him to stop, and it was he who deliberately made the champagne taste bad and threw it down on purpose to make him stop. The zero-material self can have a little life-sustaining resources.
Even in duels, Shen Ti at that time was always tempting, and none of them were fatal.
Thinking about it this way...
"Shen Ti," An Wujiu turned his face, "It seems that you fell in love at first sight."
Shen Ti just took off the mask, still holding it in his hand, and was taken aback by An Wujiu's sudden blow.
But he didn't froze for too long, and recognized it smoothly.
"So what?" Shen Ti raised his eyebrows, "You wanted to kill me at first, but didn't you also fall into my hands in the end?"
An Wujiu never thought that this guy could be so shameless, but his point is not here.
"I didn't want to kill you, but I thought about it for a moment." An Wujiu clarified seriously.
"Okay, okay." Shen Ti only thought he was cute, hugged him in his arms, and forced An Wujiu to sleep with him for another two hours.
An Wujiu didn't intend to struggle, so he just let him hug him, with Shen Ti's arms around his waist, and he was still wearing those leather gloves that concealed the lines. For some unknown reason, An Wujiu had an idea, pulled his hand from his embrace, and peeled off the glove of his left hand.
Those hidden blue lines covered the whole hand, slightly raised, like vines wrapping around the skin.
An Wujiu's fingers went down along the lines, wrapped Shen Ti's with his own hand, and intertwined with his fingers.
He knew that Shen Ti hadn't fallen asleep, Shen Ti hadn't slept yet, with his eyes closed, he felt An Wujiu gently hold his hand, 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 teachers and friends, and all the people who may have an emotional connection with him do not exist, and he does not have any feelings. It has taken a lot of effort to imitate from scratch to what he is now.
All he has is An Wugui.
Yang Erci took Zhong Yirou and Noah back to her residence. At night, she had a nightmare. The dream was full of some very metaphysical things, such as evil spirits, altars, monsters full of tentacles, and long-lasting ghosts in the sea. Dispersed fog.
She attributed these to the sequelae of the altar, after all, these are contrary to her materialism.
It was only four o'clock in the morning when I woke up from the nightmare. Yang Erci made himself a cup of hot black tea. The studio is now lived by Zhong Yirou. She doesn't want to live in the master bedroom and wants to give up the guest bedroom to Noah. I had to sleep on the sofa bed in the studio, and I didn't even close the door.
Yang Erci wanted to check something, but after thinking about it, he went into the studio with tea. She moved lightly, and put the teacup on the desk. Seeing that the thin blanket on Zhong Yirou's body had been kicked to the ground, she bent down and picked up the blanket to cover her.
Zhong Yirou is quite glamorous when she wears makeup, but she looks like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl without makeup.
Yang Erci returned to the workbench and sat down. She found some documents and browsed through them, and then checked the emails in the mailbox.
One letter caught her attention, about her father.
[The matter of your father's disappearance, I found many people for you to check, and there is no relevant record in the archives. I feel that he knew something and was handled secretly.
I found some lists of people who were let go, and several of them disappeared, like your father. This is by no means a simple resignation. ]
This email came from a researcher she made friends with, and the content was already suspected by her, and there was not much available.
Yang Erci accepted the list. She knew that it was impossible for her to find these people in just forty 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 similar to her.
She scrolled down and found another important unread email. When she clicked on it, there was only one attachment, which was the picture she had asked her friends in the technical department to restore.
It was the film of Zhong Yirou scanning An Wujiu's metal endoskeleton.
Seeing the string of unclear codes, she instinctively felt that something was wrong. There were not many laboratories within her knowledge that could do such a full-body rejuvenation technique.
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, which is 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 you don't talk about the technical difficulty of transplanting these metal bones, just because of the cost of purchasing these high-tech prosthetic bodies, it is impossible for him to be a student. He can bear it, not to mention that he is still burdened with his mother who is seriously ill and bedridden.
The CV in the code is the abbreviation of Chauvin Company, but the sun symbol behind it is not the symbol of Chauvin, and as the core researcher of Chauvin’s biology department, she never knew about the production of these metal endoskeletons. Seeing An Wugui’s state, these Skeletons are quite advanced and can completely replace the original human bones, and even exceed the performance of the original bones.
What does Evoorg represent
This is not an English word, is it a small language.
There are not many people who use small languages now.
Yang Erci frowned, put these aside for the time being, and went to deal with the rest of the mail, but after watching, she suddenly realized something.
If you separate Evo from org, the latter org will remind people of many words, organizations, and life forms.
Evo…
Evolve
evolution
Evolved life form, evolved form...
In the early morning, the white neon lights outside the window suddenly flashed in front of Yang Erci.
A chill ran down her back.
Could it be that An Wujiu is an evolutionary experiment whose memory has been tampered with
Putting him on the altar is also for testing
She kept quiet, backed up the data, and was going to tell An Wujiu in the daytime.
After learning this information, Yang Erci no longer felt sleepy. She sat in front of the workbench, quietly staring at a small gap in the workbench in a daze.
She seems to be getting closer to the truth she has been looking for, but she digs deeper and deeper.
What she got now is far more than she imagined.
Probably because this time it was very stable, and the things I wanted to solve had already been resolved. An Wujiu slept soundly in Shen Ti's arms, he thought it was a long time, but when he woke up, he found it was only three hours.
Shen Ti was washing, An Wujiu got up and washed with him.
They are like the most ordinary and ordinary couples, what they need to worry about is only the chores of work and life, not whether they can survive after thirty or so hours.
An Wujiu received a message from Yang Erci and asked him to have an interview.
"The tone is very serious, it may be something urgent."
"When is she not serious?" Shen Ti joked.
There was nothing to clean up, the two left the room, An Wujiu planned to find a service staff to explain before leaving. Unexpectedly, as soon as I got out of the elevator and went to the club dance hall on the first floor, I ran into a so-called "guest" who was making a fuss there. There was only one person, but the crowd was so large that it attracted people's attention.
The man seemed to be about the same age as the two of them. He was tall, thin, and seemed to have no strength, but when he came up, he kicked a girl to the ground, and kept swearing, with extremely ugly words.
An Wujiu glanced at the girl. During the daytime, the lights here are not blue, so you can see people more clearly. She didn't wear a mask on her face this time, but An Wujiu still recognized her at a glance through her figure. She was the girl from last night. One of the heads of a team of girls.
"I'm sorry, customers. They have to brainwash each time before serving. Maybe they recovered halfway? I offended you by not knowing all of a sudden. I'm really sorry. How about we compensate you for a bottle of wine?"
The waiters can't stop the swearing customers.
Just when he was about to punch the girl who finally stood up, An Wujiu grabbed his wrist.
"stop fighting."
The man was startled by the strength of his hand, and wanted to resist, but the fisting hand couldn't move at all, it was tightly held by An Wujiu, as if it was in shackles.
His anger was immediately aroused, "What are you meddling with! You are so fucking lenient, who do you think you are!"
But he couldn't push An Wujiu away at all, he just felt that his wrist was getting more and more painful, and his bones were about to be crushed by him.
An Wujiu looked at him coldly, and said calmly, "What if I want to take care of it?"