MTL - Survivorship Bias-Chapter 126 candid confession

Yang Erci is a very intuitive person.

Just like the day she saw her father for the last time, she felt that his father seemed to be leaving her.

She still remembers the windy day and her father, in a grey woolen coat, made her her favorite creamy chicken stew, almond chocolate pie and beetroot soup after a long absence , Usually he will feel that these foods are too high in calories, so he is not willing to make them.

Yang Erci was under a lot of study pressure that day and was very busy, so she didn't have time to sit down and eat well, so she left in a hurry.

My father said a lot that day abnormally.

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At that time, she did not take these words to heart.

[By the way, Xiaoci, do you still remember where I stored the electronic passwords of trust funds and deposits before? ]

She was in a hurry, so she just relayed it to her father indifferently before leaving.

When Yang Erci finally finished her work and was on her way home from school, she suddenly felt that something was wrong. Outside the window is the sky full of neon, dazzling, but in her mind, the expression of her father sending her out, his movements, and some unusual details have always appeared in her mind.

My father's memory is the best, why can't he remember?

Yang Erci hurried home, the house was empty, no one was there, only the food that was on the table had changed places and was put in the kitchen to keep warm.

She felt that her father was gone, so she searched all the places where her father might stay, and contacted every acquaintance of her father, but she could not find any whereabouts.

Reminds her of her mother.

When my mother died, she spit out a lot of blood, just like this bowl of soup.

She has experienced the departure of her mother when she was a child, and has always been dependent on her father. She didn't understand that her father was also leaving, and he didn't even give her an explanation.

For so many years, Yang Erci grew up alone, she became taciturn because of lack of security, she only did what was beneficial to herself, precise and decisive, she never gave up investigating the disappearance of her father, in order to find him , did not hesitate to try her best to get into the company where her father worked before, but bizarrely, she could not find any records about her father, as if it had been artificially deleted or hidden.

But she found many studies on her father, which proved that he did work at Chauvin.

More and more secrets and more and more missing persons were investigated, making Yang Erci unable to stop. The more likely you are to find your own father.

She thinks so.

She took An Wujiu to the rooftop of this building. Different from the night, the night in this city is covered with darkness and rendered by neon, and even the dilapidated places can be hidden and turned a blind eye.

The air was gray, An Wujiu stood still, facing Yang Erci and said, "In the last game, we met your father."

Yang Erci raised her eyebrows, she reached out and groped for something in her large and old suit jacket pocket, and finally grinded out a pack of cigarettes.

"Then what?" She ordered one for herself and put it to her lips, looking a little indifferent and indifferent.

The unwillingness to face seems to have become An Wujiao.

He lowered his eyes and whispered, "We are divided into different camps by the altar."

An Wujiu raised her head and looked into her eyes through the lingering white smoke, "Actually, it can be said that your father died because of me."

He put all the responsibilities on himself, as if saying that, Yang Erci could vent through this, accept that her long-term efforts were finally turned into nothing, and be a little better.

An Wujiu doesn't understand what it feels like to have all of a person's beliefs collapse, he has experienced this feeling too many times.

But the Yang Erci in front of her was nothing, she just smiled, put the cigarette between her slender index and middle fingers, turned around, and leaned against the fence on the rooftop.

"An Wujiu, do you think I don't know you?"

She leaned on her casually, but her back was always lonely, An Wujiu walked to her side without speaking.

Yang Erci flicked the soot and looked at the gray sky and the desolate concrete forest. Those noisy and oppressed crowds were like ants snatching food, eager to trample each other to death.

"The law in the altar is that the weak eat the strong, whoever is stronger wins, so the winner doesn't have to apologize, and I know very well what a holy father you are, if you can make everyone survive, You will do it if you fight your life."

After Yang Erci finished speaking, she lowered her head and let the wind blow herself, "But I'm really unlucky, I've met you so many times, and I've met you once. met him in a round."

"Damn the altar." Yang Erci scolded in a low voice.

She can only do this, because she knows very well that it is not anyone who is an enemy of her father, she can't blame the father who betrayed her, how can she blame the innocent An Wujiao.

Only the altar was the culprit.

An Wu Jiu didn't know how to comfort him, he also understood that Yang Erci didn't need his comfort.

For a person like her, even the collapse only stays inside. Even if she doesn't want to believe this fact, she will pretend to accept it calmly, but it is cruel to expose it.

"Did he die in the game?" Yang Erci asked.

An Wujiu knew what she meant, but he couldn't deceive her, "Yes."

"Then...it should be impossible..." She said intermittently and in a low voice, as if to remind herself to wake her up.

A silent grief flowed slowly in the air between the two, as if it were about to freeze liquid, but it was not completely frozen, and there was a sense of flow.

An Wujiu's guilt prevented him from saying a word, because no matter what he said, Yang Erci would definitely say that it had nothing to do with him.

The two were silent for a long time, thinking about each other's thoughts, the first to break the silence was An Wugui.

"Your father said something to me, and by coincidence, he happened to know my parents."

Yang Erci looked at him, "You seem to remember a lot this time."

“Well.” An Wujiu told Yang Erci everything he remembered intermittently, including the innovation plan that his father and Yang Erci’s father participated in at the same time, as well as the one he encountered when he was a child Those anomalies, his father's suicide, his mother's madness, but Shen Ti's affairs were not to blame.

Half of Yang Erci guessed these contents, and the other half was shocked. She thought that An Wujiao might be a clinical subject of human enhancement, but she never thought that there would be so-called human innovation Plan, there will be experiments like him.

There are even supernatural so-called evil gods.

At this moment, seeing those crazy people on the road again, Yang Erci's mentality is completely different, she put out the cigarette, quieted down, trying to let herself from the shadow of her father's complete departure for a while walk out.

"I didn't expect..." Yang Erci frowned and said, "Our parents are actually related."

"Well." An Wujiu said, "Accurately speaking, they used to be colleagues, the way and content of the human innovation plan should not be so cruel and extreme at the beginning, my father is not a perfectionist, After he died, I was forcibly taken there, and your father became a double spy, while being placed in the Innovation Project team and joined another mysterious organization. Now imagine that taking me in and making your father unable to The people who continue to serve Chauvin willingly should be the same, and if they weren't hostile to my father, they wouldn't arrest me on purpose."

His analysis was very logical, and Yang Erci completely accepted, "This person can only be Russell, Chauvin's head chair."

"Well, I think so too." An Wujiu added, "And according to Zhou Yijue, the altar was also funded by the Chauvin Group at first, but Chauvin finally gave up the altar , I think Chauvin, or Russell, didn't want to give up the altar, but let it go."

Yang Erci thought carefully, she thought of some memories when she was still working in Chauvin, "When I first joined the company, a senior reminded me that Russell is a moody person, very arbitrary Dictatorship, I am not surprised, people who can build a business empire are naturally not simple people.

But that senior was someone who worked in Chauvin for a long time, he told me that Russell was not like this in the beginning, he was approachable and very friendly, and even often had breakfast with them. But he had a very serious illness and needed to replace the organs in his body. At that time, he used the most advanced artificial organs, but it was still useless and could only continue his life. "

"I don't know what happened later, he suddenly got better and better than before, but his personality has changed a lot, like a different person."

Seeing An Wujiu frowning, Yang Erci said, "You don't think it's right either."

"Well, he has a business empire like Chauvin that monopolizes global biotechnology and advanced medical care. None of these high technologies can save his life, then I can only suspect that he passed There are other ways to survive."

Yang Erci nodded, turned her back against the guardrail, "I couldn't figure it out before you said this, but now I have doubts about it."

For a researcher like her, it is not easy to accept such surreal and supernatural things, but since Yang Erci set foot on the road to find her father, she has seen too many extraordinary things weird things. Those people either disappeared, went crazy, or ***, burned their family and friends to death.

And the characteristics of these people are very similar, when they are dying or going crazy, they all speak similar language, and she has no idea what it is.

But his father is not. He is different from these people. Like Yang Erci, he is all for the investigation, and the deeper he gets.

In retrospect, Yang Erci felt chills all over.

Because the mother's death state was also very strange.

"Now it's a little trickier to investigate from Chauvin."

Yang Erci somewhat regretted her decision when she left.

It's hard for her to get in now.

An Wujiu saw Yang Erci in a daze, and was about to ask her what she was thinking when a phone call came in, Yang Erci pulled away from her daze and answered the call.

Although An Wujiu couldn't hear the content, but seeing Yang Erci's change of expression, he guessed it was Zhong Yirou.

Yang Erci just made a few “um”, most of the time she was listening to her words, then she suddenly raised her eyes to An Wujiu.

From her eyes, An Wujiu also read the information about herself.

"Okay, let's go back right away." Yang Erci said.

An Wujiu planned to go with her, but Yang Erci stopped and seemed to be listening to her.

"We didn't go anywhere else, we just came to the rooftop. Well, back."

An Wujiu waited for a while, thinking in his heart, Shen Ti is not worried at all.

But when he thought about it, it seemed that few people could move him.

Yang Erci hung up the phone and went down the stairs with An Wujiu from the rooftop to the top floor waiting for the elevator. It was always quiet when it was just the two of them.

The elevator was halfway up when Yang Erci suddenly asked, "Do I smell of smoke?"

An Wujiu stood there and smelled it without offending, "It's okay."

Yang Erci nodded, and finally took off her coat and put it on her forearm. Until they walked into the elevator, went down, and returned to her apartment, An Wu Jiu watched her put the coat on the entrance, but didn't bring it in.

She disguised her pain drippingly, as if she walked towards Zhong Yirou without the slightest burden, only An Wujiu knew what she had just experienced.

"You're back!" Zhong Yirou didn't get up, she seemed to be in contact with someone, she just waved to Yang Erci and asked her to come to him, and when she saw An Wujiu, she also made a move to him.

But An Wujiu was halfway through and was grabbed by Shen Ti, to be precise, he was grabbed by Shen Ti who was lying on the sofa with an open book on his head.

An Wujiu didn't know how he just reached out.

"Where have you been?" Shen Ti tilted his head, the book fell to the floor, he stared at An Wujiu upside down, beckoning him to squat down.

"Go to the rooftop with Erci to talk for a while." An Wujiu also squatted down as he said, approaching Shen Ti, he still thought about Noah's discomfort before, "What about Noah?"

"Sleep in the room." Shen Ti replied casually.

An Wu Jiu happened to be close to Shen Ti's head, so he also reached out to brush his hair and touched the earrings, thinking that this is like a gesture of washing one's hair.

The earrings are so beautiful, they look like drops of blood.

An Wu Jiu was admiring it, when Shen Ti suddenly came up to him, he fell like this, raised his head and kissed his lips.

An Wu Jiu was stunned for a moment, her fingers still holding the earrings.

But Shen Ti was quite proud, as if he had completed a very interesting prank, and smiled contentedly.

Wu You on the other sofa seemed to have had a nightmare and woke up at this moment. Nan Shan on the side covered him with a blanket, so Wu You fell asleep again.

"What are you in a daze?" Shen Ti turned over, lay on the sofa, gently scratched An Wujiu's face with his flexed fingers, then suddenly sat up and leaned over Smell, I wish I could bury my nose in his chest.

"Why does it smell like smoke?" Shen Ti said to himself.

Zhong Yirou heard this and looked towards them. An Wu Jiu immediately turned on the blame mode, and naturally admitted, "I smoked it."

He heard Zhong Yirou say to Yang Erci, "No wonder I smelled smoke."

Shen Ti laughed and pinched An Wugui's chin, "You still smoke."

An Wujiu raised his eyebrows, "Of course."

Shen Ti's lips pursed into a smile, and when he spoke again, his voice became very soft.

"Liar."

An Wujiu is not someone to be kneaded, when he heard these words, his eyes were fixed on Shen Ti, and he slowly looked at his face, the corners of his eyes and brows were more than usual Sub-soft provocation.

"to each other."

“Wu Jiao,” Zhong Yirou hung up the call and said to An Wu Jiu, “A former guest of mine asked me to change his prosthesis, he has something to do with the police station, I I asked him to help me find out about your sister, and after so long, he finally found out."

Hearing this news, An Wu Jiu immediately stood up to her side.

This was a pleasant surprise to him, but he was afraid to hear it because An Wujiu was afraid that it would be bad news.

He couldn't lose anyone anymore.

"Here is the list he gave me." Zhong Yirou showed him the list, "The above are some missing girls of the same age as your sister, the geographical scope is in country A, fortunately there are Asian In this way, the scope is narrowed a lot, because you don't have a citizen chip, and I guess your sister doesn't either, so I screened out some more, and you can see if there are any familiar faces among these people."

An Wu Jiu looked at them one by one, several of them didn't look like her younger sister when she was a child.

“She should be more like me.” An Wujiu said.

"I'm just weird." Zhong Yirou has seen all the girls on the list, "It stands to reason that if you look like you, it should be very eye-catching, and there are quite a lot of beautiful people in it. Girls, but they don't seem very similar."

Yang Erci raised a possibility, "Is there such a possibility, the innocent sister has undergone plastic surgery now."

"It's very possible." Zhong Yirou explained, "Nowadays, plastic surgery is very common, and the technology is also very developed. It is not difficult to give people a new face."

She rested her chin in her hand, looking at the girls on the list and where they might currently live.

"How about we split up and look for each one?"

An Wujiu added: "About your father."