The weather is not bad, and the light golden sunlight shines, making An Wujiu's exquisite outline clearer. The tiny fluff that is invisible in the bunker and the narrow and slender folds of double eyelids are all revealed in front of Shen Ti's eyes.

The wind blew An Wujiu's hair, and he raised his hand and tied the hair on his cheek behind his ears.

"I don't want to do it now." An Wujiu said.

Chen Ti asked him why.

"Because you don't want to say it now." An Wujiu pursed his lips and looked at Chen Ti with a very clear look, like the only lake in this wilderness.

"When you want to say it, you will naturally say it."

Because of An Wujiu's serious attitude, the atmosphere between them changed from joking to seriousness.

Chen Ti stopped joking and walked forward side by side with him.

This was a wonderful experience for both of them.

Having participated in so many rounds of games, Chen Ti had never had a companion. The reason is very simple, he didn't need to or was not interested. It was his first time to return to reality together.

And An Wujiu, who has amnesia, is even more unfamiliar.

"You said I'll take you in..." He turned his head, "Where is your home?"

Chen Ti smiled, "I don't have a home. There is no place to go."

"Then where did you settle down after you returned to reality from the altar?" An Wujiu frowned slightly, looking a pity-like beauty, but he himself spoke directly, like an interrogating police officer.

Chen Ti made a thoughtful look, paused, and then showed the expression of finally remembering, "Underground Club. I bought a special synthetic cocktail called pianoman."

Listening to him chatting about the underground club and wine, An Wujiu felt a little curious.

“Is it delicious?”

"Overall, it's all the smell of chemical synthesis agents. But it's so intense that I fell asleep after drinking it."

An Wujiu kept looking at him with his head tilted, "Where are you sleeping?"

"The club's booth is nestled there and sleeps. It hurts all over when you wake up in the morning."

In An Wujiu's impression, underground clubs are very chaotic and are usually not legal. However, the government's current governance is limited and it is difficult to reach elsewhere. Behind those clubs are often capitalist consortiums, which seem to be places for people to entertain, but in fact there are many criminal strongholds behind them.

Drugs, population transactions, pornography industries, illegal circulation of virtual coins, countless crimes.

"You dare to lie in that place all night," An Wujiu said slowly. "I heard that many people are confused in underground clubs. Those with better qualifications are forced to become sexual spouses, while those with lesser qualifications are used as organ suppliers."

This word sounds very high-sounding, but in fact it is for people to pick up organs and provide them with high prices to buy and adapt. Today, the environmental pollution is so serious that six out of every ten people will be replaced with diseases that require transplanted organs.

But An Wujiu didn't expect that Chen Ti's first reaction was so biased after listening to his words.

"Then do you think I belong to the category of good qualifications or have poor qualifications?"

As he was walking forward for a moment, An Wujiu stopped when he heard this question.

He turned around and looked at his careful face, especially those eyes.

This person's eyelashes are brown and will become translucent under the sun.

Generally speaking, being carefully looked at by someone will feel more or less discomfort, and I always feel that my appearance is being stared at by others. But it is strange that when An Wujiu stares at him, Chen Ti actually finds it very interesting.

It seems to be scanned by a sincere artificial intelligence.

The scan result was, “Okay.”

An Wujiu took back his gaze and added a sentence in his heart.

It's the best one.

Chen Ti laughed out loud.

"How did you become like this?" An Wujiu walked forward, so Chen Ti followed, "When you are kind, you won't lie at all, you will be so sincere. When you are bad, you will use any means and have no bottom line."

Of course, An Wujiu didn't know the reason.

So he walked forward silently without answering.

Suddenly, a strong gust of wind blew up, accompanied by the huge noise of the engine and wing wheel rotation. An Wujiu turned around and his long hair was raised by the wind.

This is a modified old-fashioned aircraft, similar in size to the helicopters of the past, and the shape is oval-spherical. The aircraft gradually descends, and the cracked glass windows also descend. A man poked half of his head out of it and pushed his flying glasses upwards.

It's Wu You.

Thinking of Zhong Yirou's motorcycle just now, this was the second thing that surprised An Wujiu after returning to reality.

Wu You controlled the button and opened the door of the aircraft. Although it was old, there was an empty seat for two people.

He suggested that Zai An Wujiu have been on the way. Before An Wujiu could say anything, Chen Ti got in first.

“The seats are quite comfortable.”

Wu You put her glasses back on, "I was found in the fresh market. My previous owner was a fat man who died of venereal disease and new tuberculosis."

After saying that, he added, "This is what the product introduction is written."

Chen Ti's expression became bad in an instant. He raised his butt and saw that An Wujiu had already sat in, so he could only sit down honestly.

"Disin it seven or eight times." Wu You glanced at Chen Wei from the rearview mirror and muttered in a low voice, "I'm afraid of the devil."

An Wujiu also discovered that many parts in the aircraft are of different colors, new and old.

It's like a piece of product.

"You little devil, you are really pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger." Chen Ti fell onto the seat, and the seat made a bang, as if it was very unstable.

There is indeed no good quality in the fresh market.

"Who said that?" Wu You pressed the safety button and observed An Wujiu's reaction from the rearview mirror.

An Wujiu also looked at him from the mirror.

"I discovered it the next morning." An Wujiu said, "You are not simple at all. The panic, impulse and timid you show after entering the game are all disguised. Because you hope I can sympathize with you or use you."

Wu You didn't comment, "Then how did you find out?"

"After getting up in the morning, I observed Yang Ming and Lao Yu's clothes. This is what I worry about the most. If you drag them, it is easy to leave traces. But you don't. I guess before you transfer, you took off Yang Ming's coat and Lao Yu's shirt. You will deal with it later."

Wu You shrugged, "So smart, it's very pleasant to work with you."

After saying that, he asked An Wujiu's destination. After thinking for a while, An Wujiu gave the address of a hospital. Wu You nodded and shouted a name, "Vivian."

[Good morning Xiaoyou.]

Wu You repeated what An Wujiu said, "St. Georgia Hospital."

[Okay, I'll be navigating you right away.]

The intelligent navigation system of the aircraft makes an electronic female voice with a natural and soft tone. Generally, men's timbre preference for synthesized voice is often sweet or a virtuous lady with a strong aura, but this one is obviously different. It is more kind than gentle than gentleness.

Soon, blue lines immediately appeared in front of the windshield of the aircraft, showing intricate maps and navigation routes within 0.3 seconds.

[Based on the current air traffic conditions, we recommend the following two routes for you.]

Among the blue lines on the glass, one turns orange and the other turns pink.

Wu You clicked on the pink route.

[Received, navigation is turned on, the estimated time is 19 minutes and 23 seconds.]

[Start flight, please be careful.]

The aircraft was driving at an extremely fast speed along an air route that was invisible to the naked eye. Soon, An Wujiu, whose back was pressed tightly on the seat, saw them from the glass window away from the wilderness and entering the city.

The city does not deviate much from his memories.

The turbid air coats all the landscape with a layer of gray. Looking down, the crowded slums underground gathering place is like a monster living in a cement forest. The dark and greasy walls are cast into shells, and the small windows are close to each other, like countless eyes gathering together.

It makes people feel nervous.

The male model of adult advertising holographic projection is as tall as the government building in Philadelphia behind it. The air medium causes his image to keep flashing, like an old TV with poor signal. He held a small can of pink medicine in his hand, shook it, and took another one, then showed an ecstatic look.

In the advertisement, he stepped on the floor of the administrative square with sewage flowing, and his head was higher than the slogans on the building - freedom, health, and prosperity.

On the ground, all kinds of people passed between the male model's legs. Everyone was wearing different VR devices, with no squint eyes and numb expressions. No one cared about the huge projection genitals hanging above his head.

Among the numb people, there are also some hunched and thin people, including young men and women, elderly people, and even children who look no more than one meter four.

"This is the most chaotic neighborhood in Philadelphia." Shen Ti held his face with his hands, and a sarcastic smile on his face, "I'm afraid the children here will be poisoned when they are born."

Wu You continued: "It's a lot, most of them are thrown on the scrap street. After all, contraceptive products are expensive enough for them to buy ten small bags of abortion pills, and abortions here will be arrested, so they have no choice."

The orphanages are stuffed, like canned sardines.

An Wujiu asked: "Didn't these people go to the altar?"

"No, there are many people like them." Wu You said, "but you can't survive the first round."

I wondered if it was because of the air, An Wujiu felt suffocated. He raised his head and looked up. The tall buildings of the city penetrated into the clouds, just like the tower of heaven in ancient Babylon.

The aircraft's route was adjusted a little higher, and An Wujiu saw a relatively low-high building. The rooftop of the building was a beautiful sky garden. The sun shone through the clouds and shone the rare roses like rubies.

The melodious sound of violin came from the garden, and you could vaguely see men and women dancing with red wine glasses in their hands.

Free, healthy, rich.

An Wujiu sighed slightly and briefly, retracting his gaze. His head hurts a little, like an electrode tube irritating his skin.
To be continued...