An Wujiu's answer was irrelevant, making Shen Ti even more anxious.
He could only pull An Wujiu into his arms, put his hands on his back, trying to give An Wujiu a sense of security.
"I see."
If his younger sister was only seven years old at that time, then An Wujiu would not be much older.
An Wujiu is not sober, many strange images rushed into his mind, like waste paper scattered on the ground, it is too late to pick it up.
He thought of Shen Ti's question in a daze, so he said, "I was ten years old at that time, three years older than her."
From An Wujiu's words, for the first time in his life, Shen Ti felt the pain in his heart, as if his heart was connected with An Wujiu's.
"You remember she escaped, don't you?"
An Wujiu put her 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 bit squeamish, she has to come to me for everything." An Wujiu said, suddenly choked up.
Those memories that seemed to be wiped out came back, and he was sure that this was true, because these memories were the ones that really hurt him.
"It's all uncertain." Shen Ti comforted him, "Let's try to find out, maybe she's doing well now?"
An Wujiu knew that he was trying to find a way to comfort him, and he also knew that this moment was not the time to be sad.
He took a deep breath and withdrew from Shen Ti's arms. Although his face was pale, there was a kind of plain determination, as if these things were already normal for him.
"I am 20 years old, and I was 10 years old when I was kidnapped. According to the information Gabriel helped to find out, my mother died ten years ago."
An Wujiu analyzed calmly and calmly, as if separating his sensibility from rationality, in front of Shen Ti.
Although Shen Wei felt sad, he also understood that An Wujiu was someone who couldn't indulge in sadness, he had to keep walking towards his goal so that he wouldn't feel pain.
So Shen Ti took An Wujiu's hand, walked with him and said, "You mean, your mother died in the year when you and your sister had an accident."
An Wujiu gave a soft "hmm", "But in my memory, she was the one who sent me and my sister to the car. It was a self-driving car. The destination seemed to be far away. I just remembered that the estimated mileage was very long. Long. But the car was hit by another car, and we were taken away."
After finishing speaking, An Wujiu frowned slightly, "Why didn't she go 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 delusional disorder, which is consistent with what An Wujiu said before about the burning of the house.
It always feels weird to put kids in a car if it's really delusional.
"Is it possible..." Shen Ti guessed, "Do you want to divert the tiger away from the mountain?"
An Wujiu was startled, he hadn't thought about this reason.
Standing by the elevator door was a hunched old man, white, with silver hair, skinny and skinny, with metal ankles.
His hand was originally in the pocket of his old coat, but when he saw them approaching, he took it out.
Shen Ti paid more attention, and walked towards An Wujiu, the elevator door just opened, and they followed in.
Shen Ti was on guard, seeing that the old man with his back to them had not pressed the floor for a long time, so he didn't press it either, but reminded him aloud.
The other party responded twice, saying that he forgot, I am very sorry, and then pressed the 13th floor. Shen Ti stretched out his hand, passed him and pressed the floor, it was not 43 where Yang Erci lived, but 44.
An Wujiu sensed the meaning behind Shen Ti's silence very tacitly, and he also set 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 old man's withered hands were reflected on the reflective inner wall of the elevator. He opened his coat and reached in.
The moment he was about to turn around, An Wujiu stood in front of Shen Ti, this subconscious shocked even Shen Ti.
But what the other party took out from the jacket was not the gun they thought it was, but a heavy old book.
False alarm, An Wujiu lowered his raised hand.
The old man whispered indistinctly, the voice was like a grunt coming from the throat, An Wujiu could only vaguely recognize a few words, but he kept repeating, repeating.
An Wujiu managed to string these together into one sentence.
"God is coming, follow me, you will witness the resurrection of the ruler of the world..."
He was holding a thick, dusty book in his withered hand, trying to stuff it into An Wujiu's hand. This is too weird, An Wujiu subconsciously resisted, Shen Ti stretched out his hand and shoved the weird old man, the book fell to the ground with a slap.
The cover of the book was brown-green, suede, and there was a scratch in the middle of the book, which seemed to be painted.
The book dropped, the old man raised his head, accidentally met Shen Ti's eyes, as if he was frightened, he kept backing away, leaning his back against the elevator door, screaming without warning.
The 13th floor suddenly arrived.
The elevator door opened, and the old man almost fell down. He backed out tremblingly, his muffled voice became sharp and high-pitched, and he yelled to escape like a madman.
"You will see! You will see with your own eyes!"
These words echoed in the elevator and corridors like ghosts. The elevator door was about to close, An Wujiu suddenly pressed the button to open the door.
"It's a bit strange, I'll go out and have a look."
Shen Ti also chased them out.
But the strange thing is that in such a short while, the person has disappeared.
"That person should also be a cultist."
An Wujiu nodded, no one chased him, and they didn't take the book either. Afraid to make Yang Erci wait, the two decided to go there first. When I returned to the elevator, the book was gone, probably picked up by someone else.
I don't know if it's because of the recovery of memory, An Wujiu became more and more suspicious, he always felt that this person came by accident, just like that, he followed Shen Ti to Yang Erci's residence in deep thought.
Not long after, 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 machine."
"Repair the host?" An Wujiu and Shen Ti looked at each other, entered the room, followed Noah to the studio, and saw that they were both lying in front of the workbench.
Shen Ti saw Zhong Yirou sitting on the handle of Yang Erci's chair, very close to each other, and deliberately coughed twice.
"what happened?"
Zhong Yirou was startled by him and got up from the chair.
"You are here." Yang Erci also turned his head and said concisely, "Sit."
An Wujiu looked towards the host, his eyes accidentally fell on the table in Yang Erci's hand, and his whole body froze.
how come…
The book they left in the elevator actually appeared on Yang Erci's workbench!
Shen Ti also saw it, and he asked quite calmly, "Where did this book come from?"
Yang Erci glanced at it, "Oh, Noah brought it in just now, saying that someone knocked on the door and stuffed it into her hand."
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 Wujiu who had arrived, but it turned out to be a silver-haired old man, muttering, dressed in rags. He gave me this book and left."
After she finished speaking, she pushed her hands on the chair behind and sat on it.
Things are getting weirder and weirder.
An Wujiu went over to pick up the book, intending to flip through it to see what was inside.
But he couldn't open it.
Not only him, everyone except Shen Ti tried it, and no one even opened 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 seemed to be a powerful force blocking his movements, but Shen Ti was a stubborn person, even if he felt it, he still wanted to open it.
Unexpectedly, he really 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 words written on it. It is in an unfamiliar language, and it also uses ancient cursive, making it even more difficult to read.
Although An Wujiu couldn'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 remember, but vaguely remembered that it was red.
Red as blood.
Shen Ti spread the book flat on the sofa, and sat down with An Wujiu's arms around him, feeling that his hands were a bit cold, Shen Ti grabbed his hand and wrapped it with his own 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. Now I can't cast the screen for you to see."
"Virus?" An Wujiu asked, "What kind of virus?"
"It's strange, it's turned into a piece of green now." Yang Erci still tried to cast it for them, and indeed, as she said, there was only a piece of sticky green left, which was uncomfortable.
"I was just checking my email, and suddenly a new email appeared, the sender was a stranger, so I didn't click on it. I didn't expect to be tricked when I closed the mailbox. First, a video appeared, like a monster-style horror It’s the same as the game trailer, and it’s like this after the release.”
An Wujiu looked at the holographic piece of green and felt a little strange in his heart.
"Is the game preview also related to belief?"
Yang Erci recalled, "Forget it, but it's not a conventional Western belief, it's not that beautiful."
The nightmare she had was like a preview, and these disgusting and weird things appeared first in her dream.
An Wujiu turned his head to look at the book, and the doubts in his heart became more and more serious.
"Let's not talk about this first."
Yang Erci's host was damaged, but luckily she had the foresight to copy and send all the information sorted out last night to Zhong Yirou.
Zhong Yirou showed these little things to An Wujiu at her request, while Yang Erci talked about her conjectures.
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 Wujiu opened his mouth.
"I see." His voice was very soft. He had actually thought about all these suspicions, and they also coincided with what Gabriel said.
"You should be right."
Yang Erci had some confidence in his heart, but he couldn't be happy when he heard An Wujiu's affirmation. She suddenly felt a little sympathy for the seemingly invincible man in front of her, although it was not what An Wugui needed.
An extra day of rest was given, but An Wujiu was at a loss. After staying at the altar for a long time, he seemed to have forgotten how to live in real life.
Shen Ti watched him sitting outside the floor-to-ceiling windows in a daze, the flood of light from the city at night shone on An Wujiu's body, it was strange. He was blank like a projection screen, empty-handedly accepting everything this world bestowed on him.
"Don't want to sleep?" He sat beside An Wujiu and handed him the hot milk in his hand.
An Wujiu thanked him softly, took the milk and took a sip, his paralyzed internal organs seemed to be comforted briefly.
"I can't see any stars at all." Shen Ti looked out of the window, "Not a single one."
"Yes." An Wujiu said in agreement, and also looked at the night sky.
The aircraft flew back and forth in the air like ghosts, wandering non-stop. An Wujiu suddenly thought of Gabriel's words, he said that the more advanced the technology, the more empty human beings will be.
The more empty you are, the more you want to have a thought sustenance, such as faith.
"Do you believe that 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 sure?" An Wujiu turned to look at him.
Shen Ti leaned over, touched his forehead with his own, and smiled like a child, "Of course I'm not sure."
"And how do you define God? Human beliefs are not necessarily all supernatural."
An Wujiu lowered his eyes, his eyelashes twitching slightly, "Yes."
Today's human beings rely so much on and believe in technology that they are almost beginning to lose the essence of being human.
The replaced organs can be replaced with artificial ones, bones replaced with metal, and skin replaced with rubber.
At what point can a human being cease to be considered a human being
"If it were now, the fastest and most convenient way to preach would not be like that old man today." An Wujiu smiled lightly.
"What's that?" Shen Ti leaned on him.
"Such things as citizen chips and the Internet are used by everyone, and they are used 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 definitely wouldn't want to occupy the earth."
An Wujiu thought his statement was absurd, but couldn't help asking: "Why?"
"Human beings are really boring. You can see through them at a glance. What can they offer me as sacrifices? If I were a god, I would have everything. If I ask those believers to do anything, it will only cause me trouble."
An Wujiu felt that his words were inexplicably childish, "Is that so? Then you must be lonely like a god."
Hearing this sentence, Shen Ti suddenly stopped, tilted his head slightly, reminding An Wujiu of some kind of cute little animal, his mood improved a lot unconsciously.
"you're right."
Shen Ti suddenly raised his hand and hugged An Wujiu, "Then you will be my believer."
An Wujiu pretended to be cold, "I am an atheist."
Shen Ti was half coquettish and half shameless, "It's not true, why don't you just lie to me?"
"Okay, okay." An Wujiu was confused by him, "I agree."
Shen Ti thought he had succeeded and was quite proud, but An Wujiu raised his hand suddenly.
"Although I don't believe in God, I will not leave you alone."
An Wujiu said softly, cupping Shen Ti's face with both hands, and kissed him devoutly on the forehead.
Disturbing neon also come to witness.