Zhong Yirou looked at An Wujiu and stared at Chen Ti's mask again.

"You two are playing with me."

"No." An Wujiu shook his head with a serious expression.

Zhong Yirou looked at him with a suspicion, An Wujiu bent down and picked up the bottle of wine that had just been placed on the ground. Then he realized that he was holding a bottle of champagne in his hand, and was a little unbelievable, "Where did this come from? I remember there was no supplies."

An Wujiu directly held the bottle and pointed at Chen Ti, and honestly explained, "His."

"You dare to drink his, what if it's poison?" Zhong Yirou almost rolled her eyes, feeling that the boy like a little white rabbit in front of her didn't look like the person Yang Ming said no matter how he looked.

Could it be a fraud? Find a starting target and then defeat them one by one.

An Wujiu explained: "I only drank it after he drank it."

"Okay..." Zhong Yirou understood and looked at Chen Ti, "Then where did you get it?"

Chen Ti, who was questioned, retrieved the virtual panel and then moved to the point exchange interface. His fingers slid around and found the same champagne and showed them both.

From his actions, An Wujiu could see a hint of pride and pride.

Zhong Yirou's reaction was even bigger than An Wujiu imagined, "Are you crazy? Every person has a chance to exchange each round of the game. Do you use it to buy wine?"

She glanced at the price tag under the champagne on the screen again, hoping to pinch the person himself, "This bottle of wine actually sells 3,000 sacred coins! I only got 5,000 coins in the last round of game. The price is so outrageous, why don't they grab it?"

After saying that, she made another move of qi sinking into her Dantian, "No, you can't lose your temper, it's not elegant to lose your temper."

Chen Ti shrugged and his fingers slid casually, as if showing her other product interfaces.

An Wujiu was particularly careful and suddenly understood why Chen Ti did not buy anything else. Perhaps due to the nature of this game, the food and drinks on the product page showed that they could not be purchased. The only thing that could be bought was this high-priced wine.

"It's so expensive." He muttered to himself, and then took the initiative to hand the wine back to Chen Ti. If it weren't for the injury of his right hand, he would have returned it with both hands. "Sorry, I... only took a sip."

But Chen Ti only stared at his hand, then raised his head and compared An Wujiu with a cross, indicating that he refused to accept it.

"It must be because he can't get used to drinking, he's really a waste of his life." Zhong Yirou shook his head and said to An Wujiu, "You can take it, you have no other supplies."

Her tone made An Wujiu think for a while, as if he was comforting and a little guilty.

After saying that, Zhong Yirou gently tapped An Wujiu's cheek with her slender fingers, "I just wanted to say, what's wrong with your face? It's so red, and there are fingerprints on it." She leaned closer. An Wujiu's skin was too white and thin, and I don't know how much force the other party used, and the marks left were particularly obvious.

"Nothing." An Wujiu shook his head gently.

Zhong Yirou didn't believe it, she slapped her eyebrows, "Is someone bullying you!"

An Wujiu didn't say anything, he stared at Zhong Yirou's face.

He did not say that he was not showing off his power, but hoped to show his weakness and innocence in front of those who had already targeted him.

Her face seemed to show resentment and loyalty, but he was not sure whether this woman could believe it. But if the current perception was really quantified into a balance, so far, the party [trust] would inevitably gain more tilt.

If it is inevitable to be isolated under Yang Ming's guidance, then An Wujiu needs to use this isolation to lay the foundation for himself that he cannot resist.

In the end, An Wujiu did not respond to Zhong Yirou's words, but instead raised another question, "Why did you enter this game?"

Zhong Yirou glanced at him and corrected: "It's not 'you', it's us."

Because of An Wujiu's statement, she seemed to have begun to accept the possibility of this person's amnesia, and the expression on her face was a little looser. "Everyone came in for a different purpose. Some wanted to live in a wealthy area, want to breathe clean air, see the sunshine. Some wanted to save other people's lives and save their own lives..."

She smiled, "Actually, it's the same. She just wants to satisfy her desires."

Help.

This keyword attracted An Wujiu's attention.

He guessed that the purpose of his initial visit was probably to save his mother on the bed. But he was a little surprised. He originally thought that many of these players who participated in the competition would be forced to enter, but he did not expect that they would participate voluntarily.

Was it the same for me at that time?

Nowadays, formal medical resources are simply astronomical for ordinary people. If a terminally ill mother wants to survive, she can only spend money, a lot of money.

This may be his only way.

"Do you know? After winning the first game, I returned to reality and exchanged all my holy coins for bonuses, which were 20,000 yuan. I bought beautiful clothes and had a great meal." Zhong Yirou's expression was not as happy and excited as she said. "That was the first time I had a real steak, not cheap synthetic protein, but meat. I also opened a bottle of wine, poured two full glasses in a luxurious way, and poured one cup to the ground." She showed a small expression that she was afraid of being said to be wasted, and explained, "Give it to my friend."

"Sorry." An Wujiu said softly.

Zhong Yirou smiled, "No matter what apologize you, it has nothing to do with you."

An Wujiu asked again, "Can you return to reality every time the game ends?"

Zhong Yirou nodded, "Yes. But there are only 24 hours. If you haven't returned to the game cabin after time, you will be executed." She stretched out her finger and pointed her forehead, "Remember the man before the warm-up game, the same fate."

24 hours...

At least this will allow you to meet again.

"Oh." Zhong Yirou wrapped her arms around her chest and glanced at An Wujiu's hanging hand, "Why did your injury come from? Do you remember?"

An Wujiu came back to his senses and shook his head at her.

"This is how tragic the previous level was, so I was so seriously injured."

The entire right arm was severely contusted, and the right wrist was directly blooming. The wound was still neat but it was jagged, like a chainsaw saw. If it weren't for this metal skeleton, the hand would have been gone.

Zhong Yirou mentioned it, but An Wujiu fell into deep thought.

If what Yang Ming said is true, he is the same level as him, and he is the one who controls the overall situation and wins the greatest victory, then why is he seriously injured? Yang Ming is fine, and even has no damage to the suit.

This is very unreasonable. But if Yang Ming is telling a lie, it is difficult to hide his fear of himself.

As soon as he raised his eyes, An Wujiu noticed Zhong Yirou's slightly narrowed eyes. She frowned and stared at her wrist, or to be more precise, his mechanical wrist bone.

This expression clearly revealed something.

But she quickly raised her hand, found a reason to divert it, then turned to Chen Ti, who had been standing aside without saying anything, "By the way, I want to go to your room to see." She walked to Room 7, but couldn't unscrew the door handle.

An Wujiu said to her calmly: "You forgot the rules."

"Yes," Zhong Yirou patted her head, "You can't go into other rooms at will."

Her strange performance made the balance in An Wujiu's heart tilt a little toward [distrust] again.

But among these people, Chen Ti, who always thought that he was weird and did not speak, was even less trustworthy. However, at this time, Chen Ti did not move out of his way and stood in front of him.

An Wujiu thought he was already very tall, but he didn't expect that Chen Ti was half a head taller than him. He was wrapped tightly, and even his hands were always wearing gloves, only revealing his neck.

An Wujiu suddenly noticed that there was a pattern printed on his Adam's apple - the sun totem, but the center was an eye.

Hearing a sigh, An Wujiu moved away his gaze and saw Zhong Yirou take off the roll bag that had been on his back.

"I can't give you supplies. Even if you clearly stand in a team, it's equivalent to seeking death." Zhong Yirou said realistically, "But I can help you deal with the wound, just treat it as a benefit."

She curled the corners of her mouth and smiled beautifully, "I remember."

The roll pack opened and there was a very complete row of tools, from scalpels to screwdrivers, and even pipe clamps.

An Wujiu didn't speak, but just frowned slightly.

When Zhong Yirou reached out to her, An Wujiu discovered that her left palm had been seriously injured and had artificial skin. The round mirror in the center of her palm was embedded in the artificial skin. The metal ring and the edge of the pulled skin were roughly combined. Perhaps because she despised it was not good-looking, she simply dyed the artificial skin of the entire palm into a fluorescent pink, which gave her some weird beauty.

"Why put on a mirror?" An Wujiu asked softly.

"Because I love beauty," Zhong Yirou shone her left palm towards her, "It's so convenient."

After saying that, she put down her hand and took out a small bottle of spray wound disinfectant, "I am a prosthetic doctor, professional. I endure it a little bit of pain."

Although An Wujiu had already guessed it almost completely, she was still surprised by her honest help.

Zhong Yirou cleanly disinfected An Wujiu's wrist and muttered, "This injury is really...if there was a debridement micro-robot."

"Hey, the man in the mask," she called out to Chen Ti, found a small flashlight and threw it into his arms, "Do you a favor and take a look."

"Why are you so white?" Zhong Yirou lowered her head and stared at An Wujiu's forearm, "I haven't been so white after I've been dead for three days."

Chen Ti coughed in the mask, as if he was choked by Zhong Yirou's words, and then laughed softly. Just listening to the laughter, it seemed that it wasn't that strange.

He turned on the flashlight and met An Wujiu's wrist. After the flash, he shook, as if he was scared by the injury.

After disinfecting the suture needle, Zhong Yirou pursed her lips and her expression became very serious.

"There is no anesthesia needle, I will sew it quickly."

"Yeah. Thank you." An Wujiu looked calm and even focused on observing the process of being healed, watching how the thin needle pierced the skin, and sewed the wounded flesh together with a thread.

"Where is your own wrist bone?" Zhong Yirou stared at the wound and stitched it finely, but when asked about An Wujiu's past, he probably couldn't give an answer.

"I don't remember it." An Wujiu said.

"Often people will not replace their intact wrist bones with mechanical bones. This surgery is very dangerous." She was very careful about the stitching and did not want to leave obvious scars on the person in front of her, "Unless..."

An Wujiu asked: "Unless what?"

Chen Ti, who was standing aside, stretched out his arm and waved it between the two, but his hands wearing black gloves were hidden in his cuffs.

Zhong Yirou raised her eyes and nodded, "Disabled." But soon, she denied this possibility, "But your hands are not completely prosthetic, and the skin and muscle tissues grow naturally. It is impossible that the broken hand is disabled and directly received a new one."

This is very strange.

"What is this..." Zhong Yirou turned open An Wujiu's arm to look inside and found a very thin piece of Chen wound, a slightly protruding and slender scar, which was facing upward along the bones. She rolled up her sleeves, and the trace continued to extend upwards.

"Let me see." She held An Wujiu's other arm, continued to check, then frowned and asked with a serious look, "An Wujiu, you really don't remember anything? Do you know who you are from?"

An Wujiu was sure what Zhong Yirou had discovered, but she really had no memory.
To be continued...