Zhong Yirou looked at An Wujiu, then at Shen Ti's mask.
"You two are playing with me."
"No." An Wujiu shook his head with a serious expression.
Zhong Yirou looked at him suspiciously, An Wujiu bent down and picked up the wine bottle that had just been placed on the ground, only to find that he was holding a bottle of champagne in his hand, a little unbelievable, "Where did this come from? I Remember there is no such thing in the supplies.”
An Wujiu directly pointed at Shen Ti with the wine bottle, and honestly said, "His."
"You dare to drink his, what if it's poison?" Zhong Yirou almost rolled his eyes, feeling that the boy who looked like a little white rabbit in front of him didn't look like the person Yang Ming was talking about.
Could it be a scam? Find an initial target to attack, and then defeat each one.
An Wujiu explained: "I only drank after he drank."
"Okay..." Zhong Yirou finally understood, and looked at Shen Ti, "Then where did you get it?"
Shen Ti, who was being questioned, brought up the virtual panel, turned to the point exchange interface, swipe his finger back and forth, found the same champagne, and showed it to the two of them.
From his actions, An Wujiu actually saw a hint of pride.
Zhong Yirou's reaction was bigger than An Wujiu's imagination, "Are you crazy? Everyone has a chance to exchange for each round of the game, and you use it to buy wine?"
She glanced at the price tag under the champagne on the screen again, wishing she could pinch herself, "This bottle of wine actually sells for 3,000 holy coins! I only got 5,000 coins in the last round of the game. The price is so outrageous why don't they Go grab it?"
After finishing speaking, she made a gesture of sinking her dantian again, "No, you can't lose your temper. It's not elegant to lose your temper."
Shen Ti shrugged, and slid his fingers casually, as if showing her other product interfaces.
An Wujiu paid special attention, and suddenly understood why Shen Ti didn't buy other things, probably because of the nature of this game, the food and drinks on the product page showed that they could not be purchased, and the only thing that could be bought was this expensive wine.
"It's so expensive." He muttered to himself, and then took the initiative to pass the wine in his hand back to Shen Ti. If his right hand wasn't injured, he would return it with both hands, "Sorry, I... only took a sip."
But Shen Ti only stared at his hand, then raised his head and crossed An Wujiu, expressing his refusal to accept.
"It must be because he's not used to drinking, what a prodigal." Zhong Yirou shook his head and said to An Wujiu, "You take it, you don't have any other supplies."
Her tone made An Wujiu ponder for a while, it seemed to be comforting, but also a little bit apologetic.
After finishing speaking, Zhong Yirou gently tapped An Wujiu's cheek with her slender fingers, "I wanted to say just now, what's wrong with your face? It's so red, and there are fingerprints on it." She moved closer, An Wujiu His skin was too white and too thin. I don't know how hard the other party used it, and the marks left were particularly obvious.
"Nothing." An Wujiu shook his head lightly.
Zhong Yirou didn't believe it, she raised her eyebrows, "Someone must be bullying you!"
An Wujiu didn't speak, he stared at Zhong Yirou's face.
He didn't say that it was not for showing off, but he hoped to show his weakness and innocence in front of those who had already targeted him.
There seemed to be resentment and righteousness on her face, but he wasn't sure if the woman could be trusted. But if the current perception is really quantified into a balance, so far, the [trusted] side must have gained a little more tilt.
If isolation is inevitable under Yang Ming's guidance, then An Wujiu needs to use this isolation to pave the way for himself to be unable to resist.
In the end, An Wujiu didn't respond to Zhong Yirou's words, but instead asked another question, "Why did you enter this game?"
Zhong Yirou glanced at him and corrected: "It's not 'you', it's us."
Because of An Wujiu's statement, she seems to have begun to accept the possibility of this person's amnesia, and the expression on her face relaxes, "Everyone comes in for different purposes, some are for money, want a lot of money, and some just want to live When you go to a wealthy area, you want to breathe clean air and see the sun. There are still people who want to save other people's lives, and save their own lives... "
She smiled, "Actually, it's the same, they just want to satisfy their own desires."
Help.
This keyword drew An Wujiu's attention.
He guessed that his original purpose of coming in was probably to save his mother on the sick bed. It's just that he was a little surprised. He originally thought that many of these participating players would be forced to enter, but he didn't expect that they all participated voluntarily.
Was it yourself at the time
Now the formal medical resources are simply astronomical for ordinary people. If a dying mother wants to survive, she can only spend money, a lot of money.
This may be his only way.
"Do you know? After I won the first game, I came back to reality and exchanged all my holy coins for bonuses. There were a total of 20,000 yuan. I bought beautiful clothes with them, and I also had a good meal." Big meal." Zhong Yirou's expression was not as happy and excited as she said, "That was the first time I ate real steak, not cheap synthetic protein, but meat. I also opened a bottle of wine, which was extravagant I poured two glasses full, and poured one on the ground." She showed a small expression of fear of being said to be a waste, and explained, "Give it to my friend."
"Sorry." An Wujiu said softly.
Zhong Yirou smiled, "Why are you sorry, it has nothing to do with you."
An Wujiu asked again, "Can I return to reality every time the game ends?"
Zhong Yirou nodded, "Yes. But there are only 24 hours. If you don't return to the game cabin after the time, you will be executed." She stretched out her finger and tapped her forehead, "I still remember the man before the warm-up game Well, the same fate."
24 hours…
At least this way we can see each other.
"Hey." Zhong Yirou folded his arms around his chest, and glanced at An Wujiu's hanging hand, "How did you get injured, don't you remember?"
An Wugui came back to his senses and shook his head at her.
"This is how tragic the last level was to suffer such a serious injury."
The entire right arm was severely contused, and the skin and flesh of the right wrist were directly torn apart. The wound was neat but jagged, as if it had been sawed alive by a chainsaw. If it weren't for this metal skeleton, I'm afraid this hand would be gone.
Zhong Yirou mentioned something, but it made An Wujiu fall into deep thought.
If what Yang Ming said was true, and he was on the same level as him, and he was the one who controlled the overall situation to win the biggest victory, then why was he injured seriously, but Yang Ming was fine, and his suit wasn't even damaged in the slightest.
This is very unreasonable. But if what Yang Ming said was a lie, it would be difficult to hide the fear in his eyes.
Looking up, An Wujiu noticed Zhong Yirou's slightly narrowed eyes. She frowned and stared at her wrist, or rather his mechanical wrist bones.
This expression clearly showed something.
But she quickly raised her hand, found a reason to turn away, and then turned to Shen Ti who had been standing silently by the side and said, "By the way, I want to go to your room." She went to room No. 7 , but I couldn't turn the doorknob.
An Wujiu calmly said to her: "You forgot the rules."
"That's right," Zhong Yirou patted himself on the head, "You can't enter other rooms at will."
Her strange behavior made the balance in An Wujiu's heart tilt a little towards [distrust].
But among these people, he always thinks that Shen Ti, who acts strangely and doesn't speak a word, is even less trustworthy. But at this time, Shen Ti didn't move a step away, just stood in front of him.
An Wujiu thought he was already tall, but he didn't expect Shen Ti to be half a head taller than him. He was wrapped tightly, and even his hands were always covered with gloves, only his neck was exposed.
An Wujiu suddenly noticed that there was a pattern printed on his Adam's apple - the sun totem, but in the center was an eye.
Hearing a sigh, An Wujiu looked away and saw Zhong Yirou take off the roll bag that was always on his back.
"I can't give you supplies, so it's considered a clear line, which is tantamount to courting death." Zhong Yirou said very realistically, "But I can help you deal with the wound, as a benefit to you."
She raised the corners of her mouth and smiled beautifully, "I remember."
The roll bag was opened, and inside was a very complete row of tools, from scalpels to screwdrivers, and even pipe wrench.
An Wujiu didn't speak, but frowned slightly.
When Zhong Yirou stretched out her hand towards herself, An Wujiu realized that the palm of her left hand had been seriously injured, and it was also artificial skin. The round mirror in the center of her palm was embedded in the artificial skin, and the metal ring was roughly combined with the edge of the pulled skin. Probably because she disliked being unattractive, so she simply dyed the artificial skin of the entire palm into fluorescent pink, which instead created some weird beauty.
"Why did you install the mirror?" An Wujiu asked softly.
"Because I love beauty," Zhong Yirou pointed the palm of his left hand at himself, "It's so convenient."
After speaking, she put down her hand and took out a small bottle of spray wound disinfectant, "I'm a prosthetic doctor, professional. Bear with the pain."
Although An Wujiu had already guessed that it was close to ten, he was still surprised by her frank help.
Zhong Yirou disinfected An Wujiu's wrist neatly, and muttered, "This injury is really... It would be great if there were micro-robots for debridement."
"Hey, masked man," she called to Shen Ti, found a small flashlight and threw it into his arms, "Do me a favor, take a picture."
"Why are you so white." Zhong Yirou looked down at An Wujiu's forearm, "I've been dead for three days and I'm not so white."
Shen Ti coughed in the mask, as if he had choked on Zhong Yirou's words, and then laughed softly, just hearing the laughter, it seemed not so strange anymore.
He turned on the flashlight and pointed it at An Wujiu's wrist, and shivered after lighting it on, as if frightened by the injury.
After disinfecting the suture needles, Zhong Yirou pursed her lips, and her expression became very serious.
"There is no anesthesia needle, I will sew it up quickly."
"Mm. Thank you." An Wujiu looked calm, and even focused on observing the process of his own healing, watching how the thin needle pierced the skin, and sewed up the wounded flesh with the needle thread.
"Where's your own wrist bone?" Zhong Yirou stared at the wound and stitched it finely, but asked about An Wujiu's past, even though he might not be able to give an answer.
"I don't remember." An Wujiu said.
"Most people would not replace their intact wrist bones with mechanical ones. This operation is very dangerous." She sewed carefully, not wanting to leave obvious scars on the person in front of her, "Unless..."
An Wujiu asked: "Unless what?"
Shen Ti at the side stretched out his arm and waved it between the two, but his hand in black glove was hidden in the cuff.
Zhong Yirou raised her eyes and nodded, "Disabled people." But soon, she denied this possibility, "But your hand is not a complete prosthetic body, the skin and muscle tissue grow naturally, it cannot be The disabled hand was directly connected to a new one."
This is very strange.
"What is this..." Zhong Yirou opened An Wujiu's arm to check the inside, and found a very thin old wound, a slightly protruding slender scar, running upwards along the bone, she rolled up her sleeves, and the scar continued upwards.
"Let me see." She held An Wujiu's other arm and continued to check, then frowned and asked seriously, "An Wujiu, you really don't remember anything? You know you are What kind of person is it from?"
An Wujiu was sure that Zhong Yirou had discovered something, but he really had no memory.
"I have forgotten how I entered the game and what happened after entering the game. But I have memories from birth to before entering the game. I was born in an ordinary family, and my mother raised me and my sister alone. The education I received when I was young comes from My mother, when I was an adult, went to a regular university, and when I was a sophomore, my mother became seriously ill."
Zhong Yirou asked again: "What disease?"
An Wujiu tried hard to recall, and finally found an electronic medical record from his memory.
"Brain tumor... She has hallucinations and auditory hallucinations, and she is blind."
Zhong Yirou fell into silence.
"You don't have the money to treat her, that's why you came in." She came to this conclusion, and then stared at him questioningly, "Are you really not lying?"
An Wujiu shook his head.
Standing aside, Shen Ti also shook his head, not sure if he had listened to the conversation, but he was matching the atmosphere anyway.
But An Wujiu was stunned.
Just now, he suddenly heard a certain sound, like the crashing sound of wind chimes made of shells that he had seen when he was a child, but it was very slight, almost inaudible.
Following the voice, An Wujiu looked at Shen Ti who was wearing a mechanical mask.
But Shen Ti just lowered his head, playing the shadow lamp on the operating table very seriously.