After lying flat, An Wujiu lowered his hand holding his chest and clothes in a state of silence, endured the pain in his heart, and pretended that nothing had happened.

It is not a sensible thing to expose weakness to the other side.

But Chen Ti doesn't seem so rational, and his every move is very emotional. He does whatever he wants, and does whatever he wants.

For example, now, he was lying sideways beside An Wujiu, looking straight at his side face from a slight distance that could be ignored.

An Wujiu's vigilance can naturally feel this strong and direct gaze, like a leopard's lock on its prey.

Just as he was about to ask why he was staring at him, he still spoke first.

"Your side face looks..."

He paused for two seconds, as if thinking about the adjective, making An Wujiu a little curious.

“So accurate.”

Accurate, what is this description?

"Why?" An Wujiu turned his head and no longer looked at the "ceiling" of the container, but his face was cautious. He spoke very quietly because he remembered Zhong Yirou's instructions.

He turned his face and Chen Ti actually added, "The face is the same."

Chen Ti's expression was a little like a child, and answered An Wujiu's previous question, "I just feel... it is a face that is very suitable for modeling as a representative of human appearance."

After saying that, he added, "If only one human can be chosen."

This sounds so strange that An Wujiu didn't feel the huge meaning of praise at the first time.

What he cared about was why Chen Ti seemed to set himself up as a bystander who was different from humans.

But he recognized one thing very much, so he said to Chen Ti very directly: "You give me a...a feeling that is not my race."

If the conversation between the two is replaced by another person, it may be difficult to proceed smoothly.

Chen Ti listened, raised his lips and gave 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 vaguely said: "Maybe."

"I see your face and it seems that I can directly see what you looked like when you were a child." Chen Ti once again returned to the "precision" discussion, "the kind that is reduced in proportion."

An Wujiu closed his eyes, "I almost don't remember how I looked when I was a child." He only knew that he looked very thin and blurred in his dream.

"It looks pretty good." Chen Ti gave himself the answer he thought, as if he had really seen him when he was a child.

I don’t know why, because of the few words in my eyes, An Wujiu’s heartache seemed to gradually fade, but some unnamed emotion came up little by little, obliterating him.

He raised his hand and covered his face.

Therefore, the observant object was forced to become An Wujiu's hand.

The fingers are long and thin, as white as covered with snow, but the raised blue veins give people a subtle sense of power.

There is also a number on the back of the hand - 99.

"You're also tattooed with this number?"

Hearing Chen Ti's voice again, An Wujiu then put down his hand and shook his head.

"No, this only appears after entering the game."

After saying that, he turned his head to Chen Ti, "Don't you?"

Chen Ti shook his head gently, and he thought of something, so he said, "But I have met other people in the game and there are numbers on them, but it is not 99."

An Wujiu thought about it, "Maybe it was made by the altar." But he hadn't figured out the purpose yet.

They just participated in the same round of games, and they should be polite and superficial when talking, but perhaps because Chen Ti is so weird that he can't treat Chen Ti as an ordinary person.

Even if he convinced himself, these manifestations may be carefully designed scams.

"Why did you enter the altar?" An Wujiu still asked a deeper question.

But after he asked, he felt a little regretful and felt that he was crossing the line. Because this was very similar to the question he asked Chen Ti after he left the game factory before.

He probably doesn't want to answer such a private question.

It was uncomfortable to maintain a movement for a long time. I moved my head a little while and accidentally touched An Wujiu's head, and then I pressed it against it without moving it away.

"I said, I really want to die." He repeated the previous words, but also gave more, "Well... I remember that from birth to entering the altar, I seemed to be repeating one thing, and it was a very painful thing."

But perhaps because of the brain's self-protection mechanism, he couldn't remember what it was.

"I have no way to get relief, and I want to find a meaningful, way of death."

An Wujiu listened and a very mythical story appeared in his mind.

Sisyphus, who was offended the public, was punished by the gods and wanted to push a huge rock to the top of the mountain. When he really reached the top of the mountain, he would fall down again. So he repeated this work again, pushing the huge rock to the top of the mountain, repeating it over and over again, and using it endlessly.

An Wujiu looked at him.

"Maybe death is not relief."

Chen Ti turned his face and looked into his eyes.

“So what is?”

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 Chen Ti felt the warmth of non-physical meaning for the first time, which made him feel a great strange feeling.

So much so that he didn't sleep well all night, closed his eyes and listened to An Wujiu's even and slight breathing sound intermittently.

This kind of peace that had never been seen lasted until the morning. When the sky was light, he got up and sat on the ground again, leaned over his hands on the bed and stared at An Wujiu, quietly looking at his side face, slightly undulating chest, and then stretched out his index finger.

Press down on the end of An Wujiu's long hair scattered on the bed, and then let go when he didn't notice it.

The boring and fulfilling morning activity lasted for half an hour, and An Wujiu woke up.

He always looked confused after waking up, and could be alone for a long time, like a mushroom.

Until Zhong Yirou's voice penetrated the iron wall of the container.

"It's time to go!"

So the four of them set out on their 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 didn't speak.

He is a non-talking child.

After parking the aircraft at the game factory, he followed his brothers and sisters without saying a word until everyone chose a random game cabin and was about to step in.

Zhong Yirou said a lot, probably because she wished everyone good luck. Before entering, she helped An Wujiu tie her hair up and tied it high behind her head.

Wu You said a second before closing the glass hatch door, "You will all survive, right?"

The robotic arms appeared in the game cabin, piercing the nutrient-input tubes into An Wujiu's arms, and his eyes looked at Wu You next door.

"I will do my best, so do you."

Chen Ti was a little unable to understand the desire to survive, but he nodded.

"Of course!" Zhong Yirou shouted, "Next time I'll make roast chicken for everyone!"

Wu You pursed her lips, "Then...no need."

Unlike before, he entered the game without knowing anything, this time An Wujiu smiled slightly, prepared, and made an agreement with others.

In a kind state, he is completely opposite to Shen Ti. He is a person who is easy to establish emotional relationships with others. He has strong empathy, will sympathize with others, and is willing to extend his hand to help others.

Therefore, the people around you are easily affected.

A familiar voice came from the game cabin.

"The database interface is connected."

The moment he heard the Shengyin, An Wujiu felt a beautiful dream was shattering.

Their peace simply pressed the pause button.

“Surviving data is being loaded.”

"loading--"

"The environment is configured successfully, variable initialization-"

“Welcome back.”

He had a brief period of blindness and deafness, as if he had fallen into the tranquil white.

“The warm-up game configuration is loading.”

In an instant, countless blue light particles appeared in the field of view, and these tiny particles gradually gathered together to model a dark space.

Unlike the rooftop of the building in the last warm-up match, this time they came to a dim hall, and the only light source was the ceiling lights shot from the dome in the center of the hall.

Soon, a huge bird cage appeared under the ceiling light, and a circle of cylindrical low platforms were placed on the outer edge of the bird cage. An Wujiu paid attention to the number, a total of six.
To be continued...