After lying down on his back, An Wujiu put down the hand that was holding the clothes on his chest calmly, endured the pain in his heart, and pretended nothing happened.
No matter how you think about it, it is not a rational thing to expose your weakness to the other party.
But Shen Ti doesn't seem so rational, his every move is very emotional. Do whatever you want, no matter how weird it is.
For example, now, he is lying sideways beside An Wujiu, looking straight at his profile from a negligibly small distance.
An Wujiu's vigilant mind can naturally feel this strong and direct gaze, like a leopard locking on its prey.
Just as she was about to ask him why he was staring at her, Shen Ti spoke first.
"Your profile looks..."
He paused for two seconds, as if he was thinking about adjectives, which made An Wujiu a little curious.
"It's so precise."
Accurate, what does this describe
"Why?" An Wujiu turned his head to the side, no longer looking at the "ceiling" of the container, but looking at Shen Ti's face. He spoke in a low voice because he remembered Zhong Yirou's instructions.
As soon as he turned his face away, Shen Ti actually added, "The same goes for the front face."
Shen Ti's expression was a little like a child's, and he answered An Wujiu's last question, "I feel...it is a face that is very suitable for modeling as a representative of human appearance."
After speaking, he added, "If only one human can be chosen."
These words sounded so strange that An Wujiu didn't immediately feel the great meaning of praise.
What he cared about was why Shen Ti seemed to set himself up as a bystander different from human beings.
But there was one thing he recognized very much, so he also said to Shen Ti very directly: "You give me a...feeling that I'm not of my race."
If any party is replaced by another person in the dialogue between the two, it may be difficult to proceed smoothly.
After hearing this, Shen Ti raised the corner of his mouth, giving a unique understanding of An Wujiu's evaluation.
"That means you think I'm special."
Seeing that he was so confident, An Wujiu didn't know how to react, so he said vaguely: "Maybe."
"I saw your face, as if I could directly see what you looked like when you were a child." Shen Ti returned to the discussion of "precision" again, "the kind that is scaled down."
An Wujiu closed his eyes, "I hardly remember what I looked like when I was a child." He only knew that in the dream he looked very thin and his face was blurry.
"It's pretty." Shen Ti gave the answer he thought to himself, as if he had really seen him when he was a child.
I don't know why, but because of Shen Ti's few words, An Wujiu's heartache seemed to gradually subside, but some kind of unnamed emotion came up little by little, obliterating him.
He raised his hands, covering his face.
Thus, Shen Ti's observation object was forced to become An Wujiu's hand.
The fingers are long, thin, and white as if covered with snow, but the raised veins give off a subtle sense of strength.
There is also a number on the back of the hand - 99.
"Is this number also tattooed by you?"
Hearing Shen Ti's voice again, An Wujiu put down his hand and shook his head.
"No, this only appeared after entering the game."
After finishing speaking, he looked sideways at Shen Ti, "Don't you have one?"
Shen Ti shook his head slightly. He thought of something, so he said, "But I met other people in the game, and they also have numbers on them, but it's not 99."
An Wujiu thought for a while, "Maybe it's made by the altar." But he hasn't figured out the purpose yet.
They were just competitors who participated in the same round of the game. Logically speaking, the conversation should be polite and superficial, but perhaps because Shen Ti's weirdness was too different, he seemed unable to treat Shen Ti as an ordinary person.
Even if he convinced himself, these performances may be a well-designed deception by Shen Zi.
"Why did you enter the altar?" An Wujiu still asked a deeper question.
But after he asked, he felt a little regretful, feeling that he was crossing the line. Because this is very similar to the question he asked Shen Ti when he first left the game factory.
He probably didn't want to answer such a private question yet.
It was not comfortable to maintain one movement for a long time, Shen Ti moved a bit, and accidentally bumped his head against An Wujiu's, and then just pressed against it without moving away.
"As I said, I really want to die." He repeated the previous words, but also gave more, "Well... In my impression, from birth to entering the altar, I seem to have been repeating one thing, and it is a A very painful thing."
But perhaps because of the brain's self-preservation mechanism, he couldn't remember what it was.
"I have no way to get relief, I want to find a meaningful way to die."
An Wujiu listened, and a very mythical story popped up in his mind.
Sisyphus, who offended everyone, was punished by the gods by pushing a huge boulder to the top of the mountain, and when he did reach the top of the mountain, he had to fall down again. So he repeated this kind of work again, pushing the boulder up to the top of the mountain, and it went round and round, endlessly.
An Wujiu looked at him.
"Maybe death is not liberation."
Shen Ti also turned his face to the side, looking into his eyes.
"Then what is it?"
An Wujiu's face showed a firm and peaceful expression.
"Find the meaning of living."
The temperature drops at night and the air becomes very cold.
But it was the first time for Shen Ti to feel the non-physical warmth, which made him feel a great sense of weirdness.
So much so that he didn't sleep well all night, with his eyes closed, he listened intermittently to An Wujiu's even and tiny breathing.
This never-before-seen tranquility lasted until morning, when he got up in the dim light of the sky, sat on the ground again, folded his hands and lay on the edge of the bed staring at An Wujiu, quietly looking at his profile, his slightly heaving chest , and then hold out your index finger.
Hold down the ends of An Wujiu's long hair scattered on the bed, and then let go when he didn't notice.
The boring but fulfilling morning activities lasted for half an hour, and An Wujiu also woke up.
He always looks dazed after waking up, and he can bury his hair for a long time by himself, like a mushroom.
Until Zhong Yirou's voice penetrated the iron wall of the container.
"Let's go!"
So the four of them embarked on the journey back to the altar again.
This time their mood became more and more complicated. On the aircraft, Wu You kept looking at the rearview mirror, but did not speak.
He is a quiet kid.
After parking the aircraft at the game factory, he followed behind his brothers and sisters without saying a word until everyone selected a random game cabin and was ready to step in.
Zhong Yirou said a lot, probably wishing everyone good luck, before going in, she helped An Wujiu tie up her hair and tied it high behind her head.
And Wu You said a second before closing the glass hatch, "You will all survive?"
The robot arm in the game cabin appeared, piercing the tubes for feeding nutrition into An Wujiu's arm, his eyes looked at Wu You who was next door.
"I'll do my best, and so will you."
Shen Ti couldn't understand the desire to survive, but still nodded.
"Of course!" Zhong Yirou yelled, "Next time I will cook roast chicken for everyone!"
Wu You pursed her lips, "Then... no need."
Unlike before entering the game without knowing anything, this time An Wujiu smiled slightly, prepared and made an agreement with others.
In a state of kindness, he is the complete opposite of Shen Ti. He is a person who can easily establish emotional relationships with others. He has strong empathy, sympathizes with others, and is willing to reach out to help others.
So people around you are also easily influenced.
A familiar voice came from the game cabin.
"The database interface is connected."
The moment he heard the holy voice, An Wujiu felt that a beautiful dream was being shattered.
Their peace just hit the pause button.
"Loading surviving data."
"Loading-"
"Environment configuration successful, variable initialization—"
"Welcome back."
He was temporarily blind and deaf, as if falling into a peaceful pure white.
"Loading warm-up game configuration."
In an instant, countless blue light particles appeared in the field of vision, and these tiny particles gradually gathered to model a dark space.
Different from the roof of the building in the previous warm-up match, this time they came to a dim hall, the only light source was the overhead light from the dome in the center of the hall.
Soon, a huge birdcage appeared under the overhead light, and a cylindrical low platform was placed around the outer edge of the birdcage. An Wujiu noticed the number, there are six in total.
There is another one in the very center of the birdcage.
Seven people
Just as he was about to turn his head, he felt someone lightly tap his right shoulder. He turned his head to the right. There was no one there, but a voice came from the left.
"What a coincidence."
It's Shen Ti.
Such a childish trick.
An Wujiu turned to look at him, Shen Ti had a lollipop in his mouth, with one cheek puffed up, he said vaguely
: "We are competitors again."
An Wujiu nodded, "Is this not common?"
Shen Ti thought about it seriously for a while, "Maybe there are, but I can't remember their faces."
The holy voice appeared again, "Welcome players."
"You are all survivors of the last round of games. You came here after a life-and-death struggle. There is no need to say much about the rules of the warm-up game."
For some reason, An Wujiu felt that the holy voice seemed to be more humane this time.
Maybe it's because the last time someone tried to skip the race, it was bloody from the start.
Soon, he saw a familiar figure wearing high heels from the black shadow opposite.
"Yirou is also there."
"Yirou?" Shen Ti repeated this sentence, but it was not in a questioning tone, but more like being surprised that An Wujiu removed the intimate name of her surname.
An Wujiu got the wrong idea, pointed to the opposite side, Zhong Yirou also saw them, and waved gracefully.
Shengyin started the introduction.
"There are seven players in this round of the game. Please come to the center of the hall and familiarize yourself with each other's names."
According to the regulations, An Wujiu and Shen Ti walked towards the center of the hall, he looked around and was surprised to find that Wu You was also there.
Wu You was very calm, even he was surprised by their reunion.
On the one hand, An Wujiu felt happy because there was someone he knew, but on the other hand, he felt uneasy because they had become rivals again.
An Wujiu noticed that there was a tall young woman standing directly opposite her, with a low ponytail tied behind her head, with a three-dimensional outline and a soft oriental face, probably of Russian descent, but with a kind of strangeness. into the feeling.
She wore black suit pants and a neat white shirt, buttoned up to the top, like a professional woman or a scientific researcher.
But An Wujiu denied his conjecture.
Why do researchers come here
In front of her is the name of the holographic projection.
[Yang Erci]
It sounds like a very Chinese name, but it really is of mixed race.
He turned his gaze to the other side, and beside Yang Erci, he saw a tall adult man with a bun on top of his head, wearing blue-gray clothes similar to priestly robes.
"Taoist?" He couldn't help whispering, this is a character he has only seen in books.
Shen Ti also looked over, "What is a Taoist..."
He only saw that Taoist priest was good-looking, with a bookish little white face.
But there was a mole in the corner of his eye, Shen Ti shook his head for An Wujiu pretending to be affectionate.
It doesn't look serious at first glance.
As if hearing An Wujiu's voice, the Taoist priest diagonally across from him bowed his hands to him.
His name is [Nanshan].
An Wujiu also nodded to him as a sign of courtesy, then looked to Nanshan's left hand side, there was a young boy with a European appearance, who seemed to be older than Wu You, with a pale face and slightly curly hair Brown hair fell down her cheeks.
His name is [Josh]
Josh, a common western name.
Counting the four of them who were already familiar, all of them came to the birdcage in the center of the hall and waited quietly.
"The name of the warm-up game is 'Bird in a Cage'." Sheng Yin said.
Soon, faint nursery rhymes came from somewhere in the hall.
[The bird in the cage, the bird in the cage, the little bird in the cage, when will you come out and jump
The night passed, and it was dawn, and fled with the crane and the tortoise. Guess who is behind the scenes? ①]
In the empty and dark hall, the sound was extraordinarily ethereal, echoing above the high and wide dome. I don't know if it was An Wujiu's illusion, but he vaguely saw a child standing in the birdcage, covering his eyes with his hands, with his back to them.
But in the blink of an eye, she disappeared again.
"Now announce the rules of the game. Please pay attention to all players. No sound is allowed during the entire game."
Accompanied by the nursery rhyme, Shengyin introduced: "As you can see now, there is a platform in the birdcage in front of you, and there are six platforms with numbers on the outside of the birdcage, which are 1 to 6."
"At the very beginning of the game, a player needs to take the initiative to stand up as a bird in a cage, blindfolded, and stand on the platform in the cage.
Everyone can take the initiative to ask to be a bird in a cage. If more than one player stands up voluntarily, the system will randomly select one from the candidates.
If there is no caged bird in the first round, 5 points will be deducted for each person. "
"The player in the cage calls out an integer from 0 to 6 on the premise that he cannot see the situation outside the cage. The other players stand on the platform outside the cage and move in a clockwise order according to the numbers called out by the bird in the cage. .”
"For example, if you are initially on platform 1, and the bird in the cage is reported as 3, then move forward three squares clockwise to platform 4."
"After the movement, the blindfolded bird in the cage stayed still and guessed who the 'bird catcher' behind him was."
"If the caged bird guesses correctly, the caged bird wins and gets 10 points.
If the bird in the cage guesses wrong, the bird catcher gets 5 points, and the others outside the cage get 3 points. 5 points will be deducted for caged birds. "
This is a blindfolded guessing game that can neither be heard nor touched.
"There are 4 rounds in the game. The bird catchers in the previous round automatically become the caged birds in the next round. After entering the cage and counting, the people outside the cage choose again according to their own wishes and stand on the platform outside the cage.
After 4 rounds, the player with the most accumulated points wins.
If there are more than one player with the highest score, there will be an extra match. "
"If a player makes a sound during the game, or fails to move or leave the platform as required, it will be considered a foul and will directly lose the qualification for the game."
"One minute later, the game begins."
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The author has something to say:
Shen Ti: He is very special to me (sure)
An Wujiu: I feel like you have just learned to be a human being for a few days.
①It comes from a nursery rhyme game. The rules of the game are that a group of people form a circle, and the person standing in the middle acts as a bird in a cage. The people in the circle sing the content of the nursery rhyme together. When the last word ends, the bird in the middle guesses who is behind it. Some adjustments have been made to the rules of this chapter, and the rules of counting and scoring birds in cages are adopted.