Facing Zhong Yirou's words, An Wujiu acted too calmly.
"We won't make a sound." His expression was cutely upright.
As soon as this answer came out, the other three people were stunned at the same time, and then laughed together.
Zhong Yirou smiled and supported the table, "You and you are completely two people in the game, where is that cleverness?" She pointed to Wu You who was covering his stomach and laughing, "Even this little kid like him can understand."
Being named, Wu You was a little embarrassed, cleared his throat, "I'm not a brat."
An Wujiu was still a little confused, he turned his face to look at Shen Ti. He didn't smile exaggeratedly, resting his chin on one hand, with an ambiguous smile on the corner of his mouth, he also turned his eyes to An Wujiu.
After staring at each other for a while, An Wujiu connected the incident of the handcuffs in the bunker in the last level in his mind, and suddenly realized something, he understood it all at once, then waved his hand and explained to Zhong Yirou: "We are not the kind of relationship you think."
"Really?" Zhong Yirou suppressed a smile, bit the tip of the chopsticks, and glanced at Shen Ti's face.
Shen Ti nodded with his chin in his hand, expressing his approval.
After An Wujiu breathed a sigh of relief, he added another sentence.
"Not yet."
What a guy who doesn't cooperate at all.
An Wujiu laughed dryly, "Let's eat."
"How do people eat this?" Wu You scanned the dishes on the table, pursed his lips, and stood up by himself.
"Hey, why are you going?" Zhong Yirou turned his head and asked.
Wu You picked up the apron from the back of Zhong Yirou's chair and put it on for herself, "Cook."
"The kitchen is on the right, will you start the fire?" Zhong Yirou was a little worried, even though she herself was the one who might blow up the kitchen, "Check the dates on the ingredients in the refrigerator!"
Wu You didn't reply, Zhong Yirou turned his head and muttered in a low voice, "The brats nowadays really know how to pretend to be cool."
Half an hour later, they saw the children serving four dishes and one soup, which looked a hundred times better than the previous dark dishes.
This hands-on ability cannot be underestimated.
Shen Ti smiled and said, "Adults are not as good at cooking as children."
Being ridiculed, Zhong Yirou made a neck-wiping gesture of "kill you" to him.
"Make something casually, there is not much to eat in the refrigerator." Wu You took off the apron, sat back on his seat, "Eat."
"Whatever??" Zhong Yirou's eyes glowed, and he exclaimed, "You're so amazing, brat."
An Wujiu also took a sip, and it tasted really good.
He began to be curious about Wu You.
Although he is still an underage child, he can complete the task seamlessly throughout the game, revealing his emotions when he should be exposed, and hiding his emotions when he should be hidden. The flying machine also looks like he should have assembled it himself, as if he lived a very independent life.
"Speaking of which," Zhong Yirou took a bite of the dish, looked at the other three, and said casually, "Could you all be homeless?"
These words seemed to hit the minefield of all the staff all at once, and there was no sound on the dinner table for a while.
In the end, An Wujiu spoke, "I used to live in the school, but my mother fell ill, and I also dropped out of school. For the last time I can remember, I have been staying in the hospital with my bed."
Wu You thought of their private conversation in the game before, so he asked, "Don't you still have a younger sister?"
"That's right..." An Wujiu frowned slightly, "But I remember that in the hospital, she had an argument with me. I forgot the specific reason. I only know that she ran away from home in the end."
"Run away from home..." Wu You repeated these words in a low voice, and then said casually, "Same as me."
Probably because everyone knows that their free time these days is nothing more than halftime in a bloody game. It is very likely that after this breakup, we will not be able to meet each other next time, so everyone is more honest than in the game.
"You too?" Zhong Yirou frowned, "Isn't it good to stay at home at a young age?"
Wu You lowered his head, took a few mouthfuls of rice, and replied vaguely, "I escaped."
Then he stopped talking.
The atmosphere suddenly became a little heavy, Zhong Yirou knocked on the side of the bowl, "It's okay, anyway, you can live here as you like!"
After she finished speaking, she smiled, "Anyway, we are not paupers without money!"
After a peaceful lunch, An Wujiu sat on the waste energy tank and watched Zhong Yirou weld his prosthetic fingers, Wu You wiped his aircraft, and Shen Ti dozed off by the container.
Such a peaceful afternoon away from the hustle and bustle is more like a dream than the fight in the altar.
They were clearly competitors in the game a few days ago, probably because of similar circumstances, and the tacit understanding of going through the same life-and-death struggle, they have become partners who can coexist peacefully.
An Wujiu couldn't find the hospital where his mother was now, and An Wujiu couldn't let it go.
Obviously everything in the hospital matches my memory, why isn't my mother there? Could it be that they were transferred to other places because of insufficient treatment and hospitalization fees
If my mother was still in Philadelphia, she might be able to find the answer from one hospital to another, but it would take time and cost, not to mention that he might not be able to get real information.
He glanced at the time, it was already two thirty in the afternoon.
Knowing his worries, Zhong Yirou thought about it and made a suggestion to him.
"If you're looking for a patient, you can try to find someone from Martor for help." She pulled a chair and sat next to An Wujiu, "This is a biopharmaceutical company that monopolizes Philadelphia. Now Philadelphia's medical system is It is an isolated island. Hospitals manage their user information in a closed manner. Even if you want to check it, it is difficult to find it. But almost every hospital uses Martor’s medicines and medical devices, and Martor has basically invested in every hospital. , the monthly flow and reports will be submitted, and there will be some usable information in it."
"Mator..."
"That's right." Zhong Yirou crossed his legs, "The current hospitals are equivalent to small enterprises, which have been commercialized into subsidiaries of the Martor Group. If you want to find one by one, you might as well start directly from the upper level. .”
She has a good point.
"But I don't have any connections."
"It's really hard to find." Zhong Yirou scratched his hair and curled it with his fingers, "I knew someone before, but now he owed a lot of debt and ran to the altar, then lost contact, probably died .”
"The dead can be seen on the death list." Wu You walked over with a bucket, "It's the list posted on the panel every two weeks, I have received it."
Zhong Yirou shrugged, "I'll take a look next week, but even if he's still alive, he certainly doesn't have the employee authority of the Martor Group now."
She patted An Wujiu on the shoulder, like a very reliable big sister, "Don't worry too much. You can recover from your injuries for half a day. You will enter the next round tomorrow morning, and your hands cannot be injured again."
An Wujiu nodded slightly.
In a way, he considers himself lucky to have met these people.
"Do we need to go back to the game cabin by ourselves?"
Wu You nodded.
"What if you don't arrive on time?" An Wujiu asked again.
"I will die." Wu You told him directly.
An Wujiu expected this answer. If everyone who enters the altar has their own special brain machine installed, then it is easy to kill the participating players.
"This round after round, when will it end?"
Zhong Yirou breathed a long sigh of relief, "We don't know either. I heard that if one's desires are completely satisfied, one can leave the altar, but no one knows if it's true or not."
At night, the abandoned factory is lit up. An Wujiu sat at the gate, looking at the gray-black sky outside, without a single star.
Vaguely, a trace of memory about his father appeared in his mind.
He seemed to have hugged himself and looked at the stars through the astronomical telescope.
"Do not sleep?"
An Wujiu heard Shen Ti's voice and turned his head. With a lollipop in his mouth, Shen Ti approached and looked down at him.
"You eat sugar again?" he said kindly. "Too much synthetic saccharin is bad for your health."
"I know." Shen Ti leaned against the edge of the door and said vaguely, "But I always want to have something in my mouth, otherwise it will be very uncomfortable."
Like does someone want to smoke all the time? An Wugui thought.
Zhong Yirou, who was sitting in front of the workbench, listened to it, and said loudly, "This is called the oral stage, and it usually occurs in infancy."
"Baby?" Shen Ti felt incredible, then suddenly heard a very light laugh, turned his face and lowered his head, and found that it was An Wujiu who laughed.
It seemed that it was the first time he saw An Wujiu being amused.
This beautiful face is either so calm that no flaws can be seen, or it is frighteningly crazy. It has never shown a childish smile like it is now, like a thin flower made of paper, giving birth to some fullness at a certain moment. vitality.
"What are you laughing at?" The tone was obviously not good, but the corner of Shen Ti's mouth was also twitching into a smile, and it was obvious at a glance that he was putting on an air on purpose.
An Wujiu's upturned face looks easy to bully, although he knows very well that this is a ruthless character who cannot be bullied.
The contrast seemed to make him all the more charming.
"Going back." An Wujiu spoke softly, stood up, and picked up the small bench Zhong Yirou gave him with one hand. The space Shen Ti left for him was very narrow, An Wujiu could only brush his shoulder and squeeze past.
It felt that Shen Ti's body temperature was also colder than others.
After simply cleaning up and washing, they rested separately. The container that Zhong Yirou arranged for them was blue, and there was a hospital bed slightly wider than a single bed inside. An Wugui originally considered sleeping on the ground, but there were many boxes of medical supplies piled up on the ground, and there were not many places to stay .
Shen Ti borrowed the bathroom to take a shower, An Wujiu went to bed first. He lay down on his side very obediently to ensure that he only occupied half of the space, and then closed his eyes.
The container was not very soundproof, he could even hear the sound of running water, and the sound of Zhong Yirou applying skin care products and slapping his face vigorously.
Perhaps because of Zhong Yirou's occupation, there was a smell similar to a mixture of medicine and metal, which made him inexplicably familiar. Since waking up from the altar, An Wujiu has been in a tense state for a long time, although he didn't show it.
At this moment, this familiar feeling inexplicably made An Wujiu feel anxious.
He cannot sleep.
Without the hypnotic gas, An Wujiu found that once he closed his eyes, he would inevitably have a strong sense of vigilance, and his heartbeat started counting seconds again.
Obviously his pain perception is very slow, but at a certain moment, An Wujiu felt the sharp pain in his heart again, as if he was tightly entangled by many thin threads, almost strangling him.
His hands clenched the clothes on his chest, and he frowned.
Even so, An Wujiu still didn't open his eyes, and tried to persuade himself to sleep, after all, he might leave here tomorrow morning and go to another battlefield.
Soon, there were footsteps outside, and then the sound of the container door opening.
Footsteps approached a little closer and stopped.
Immediately afterwards, An Wujiu felt the other half of the cold and hard hospital bed collapse slightly, and it was another person's body temperature and breath.
I can't tell if it's the smell of the shower gel or the smell of the other party itself. A faint sandalwood aroma gradually filled the air.
For a moment when his thoughts were vague, his shoulder was suddenly grabbed by a hand, as if trying to break it. An Wujiu immediately opened his eyes, and looked at the people beside him with vigilance.
The only source of light in the room was a ray of light coming in through the crack of the door, which hit Shen Ti right on his body. He was wearing a white coat, his hair was not completely dried, and there were still small drops of water in his hair, and his eyes were like cats. It also looks soft in dimly lit spaces.
"It's not the first time, why are you still scared?"
Shen Ti's tone was indifferent, his hand was still holding An Wujiu's shoulder, and he didn't seem to intend to stop because of An Wujiu's resistance. It's just that the movement is a little lighter, turning his tense body little by little until his back can lie flat on the bed.
"Don't turn sideways, watch your hands."
The Bird in the Cage of the Warm-up Match in Volume 4