Yang Erci nodded, re-planned his itinerary, and said, "The masked guy just now seems to want to kill us. I thought he was planning to steal the time between Yirou and me, but it doesn't look like it. Do you know him?"

"Yes." An Wujiu told them what happened before as briefly as possible. Without keeping aware of this plug-in, he could not directly transmit the memories of the previous reincarnation to these two people, and could only dictate them.

After hearing what he said, Zhong Yirou was stunned for several seconds.

"Is this true? Can you travel through time?"

An Wujiu nodded, "So, it can be said that masked man is very dangerous."

"It's not just danger. If that's true, he will be your old enemy." Zhong Yirou believed him unconditionally. After hearing the story of the complete failure of the previous cycle of reincarnation, he was not depressed and was still optimistic. "Then this time you saved us, it's also considered changing history. Thinking of this, I feel different now, and I feel so lucky."

"But every change may cause other disasters, which is indefinitely." An Wujiu said.

Yang Erci whispered, "It's enough to hold on to the present."

She glanced at An Wujiu through the rearview mirror. In so many crises before, he showed freedom and controlled the overall situation. He rarely got hurt and covered in blood like he is now. His whole body looked like a broken but beautiful porcelain that was still glued together.

"Thanks."

Hearing this sentence, An Wujiu raised his eyes half a beat and looked at Yang Erci's eyes in the mirror.

"Thank you for your hard work, no blame."

The blood-stained face was originally extremely calm. After this sentence, the cold eyebrows and eyes bent, revealing a bright smile.

The first time she saw An Wujiu laughing like this, even making her a little childish.

"They will definitely be very happy to see you meet safely."

Yang Erci had a strange feeling.

She thought, maybe An Wujiu could be knocked down many times, even broken many times, full of broken marks, but he could also do it all over again in a complete manner.

He is obviously a very smart guy, but he is so persistent that he is clumsy.

"By the way." An Wujiu thought of something, and his smile drooped, and he hurriedly asked, "Did you receive your father's email? Before the game begins."

Yang Erci nodded, "That's right."

"The masked man seems to want this email very much." An Wujiu told her, "The last time he killed you because of this."

Yang Erci understood, "It was indeed sent by my father. According to what you said, it might be that a living father in the parallel world sent me by chance. In fact, I haven't completely cracked the email content yet, and the time has not yet been enough, and the damn game began."

She told An Wujiu without reservation: "This email was probably the information collected by her father about Chauwen and the altar. Twelve years ago, a prosthetic body manufacturing factory belonging to Chauwen was stopped because a researcher named Chen discovered a bug in the code and thought it should not be executed, so she was stopped at that time. However, according to my father's investigation, all the prosthetic bodies made in this factory were later processed by one person, sold at a low price, and circulated on the market. The man was coincidentally the father of our old friend Maguire."

An Wujiu frowned.

"That was the earliest batch of problematic prosthetics he traced back to, including implanted endoskeletons, prosthetic eyes, and prosthetic limbs. The circulation is very wide. And because of the network use of prosthetics, the 'virus' in these neural networks are circulated in these neural networks connected to each other, and the carrier connecting each other will have it in almost everyone."

An Wujiu thought of it, and he should have thought of it long ago.

“Citizen Chip.”
Chapter completed!