MTL - Survivorship Bias-Chapter 95 pious oath

An Wujiu's answer to the wrong question made Shen Ti even more anxious.

He could only pull An Wu Jiao into his arms and put his hand on his back, trying to give An Wu Jiao a sense of security.

"I see."

An Wu Jiu was not awake, many unfamiliar pictures rushed into his mind, like waste paper scattered all over the place, it was too late to pick it up.

He thought of Shen Ti's question in a trance, so he said, "I was ten years old at that time, three years older than her."

From An Wu Jiao's few words, Shen Ti felt the pain in his heart for the first time in his life, as if his heart was connected with An Wu Jiao's.

"You remember she escaped, don't you?"

An Wujiu rested his forehead on his shoulder and nodded slightly.

"She's so small, it's possible..."

Long gone.

“She is not as smart as Noah, she is a little squeamish, she has to ask me for everything.” An Wujiu said, suddenly choked up.

The memories that seemed to be erased came back, and he was sure that this was true, because these memories could truly hurt him.

"This is all a matter of chance." Shen Ti comforted him, "Let's try to find it, maybe she is doing well now?"

An Wujiu knew that he was trying to find a way to comfort him, and he also understood that this is not the time to be sad.

"I am twenty years old this year. I was ten years old when I was kidnapped. According to the information that Gabriel helped find, my mother died ten years ago."

An Wujiu analyzed calmly and calmly, as if separating his sensibility and rationality, in front of Shen Ti.

Although Shen Ti feels sad, he also understands that An Wujiu is a person who cannot indulge in sadness, he must keep walking towards the goal so that it will not hurt.

So Shen Ti took An Wujiu's hand and walked with him, "You mean, your mother died in the year you and your sister had an accident."

An Wujiu gave a light "um", "But in my memory, she sent my sister and I to the car, a self-driving car, the destination seems to be very far away place, I just remember the expected mileage was very long. But the car was hit by another car halfway through and we were taken away."

After finishing speaking, An Wujiu frowned slightly, "Why doesn't she go with us?"

This is what makes Shen Ti strange.

According to Gabriel's investigation, An Wu Jiu's mother was forcibly taken away because of delusional disorder, which is consistent with what An Wu Jiu said before about burning the house.

It always feels weird to put kids in the car because of paranoia.

"Is it possible..." Shen Ti guessed, "Do you want to move the tiger away from the mountain?"

An Wujiu was stunned, he didn't think about this reason.

His hand was originally in the pocket of the old coat, and when he saw them coming, he pulled it out.

Shen Ti paid more attention and walked over with An Wujiu, the elevator door just opened, and they followed in.

Shen Ti was very cautious, seeing that the old man with his back to them was slow to press the floor, so he did not press it, but reminded him aloud.

The other party responded twice, saying that he forgot, I was very sorry, and then pressed the 13th floor. Shen Ti stretched out his hand and pressed the floor over him. It was not 43 where Yang Erci lived, but 44.

An Wujiu sensed the meaning behind Shen Ti's silence very tacitly, he also put his eyes on the old man in front of him. He smelled of decaying vegetation, and the back of his neck was covered with brown age spots, like an old tree.

The reflective inner wall of the elevator reflected the old man's dry hands, he opened his coat and reached in.

Just as she was about to turn around, An Wu Jiu stood in front of Shen Ti, this subconsciously shocked Shen Ti.

But what the other party took out from the jacket was not the gun they thought, but a heavy old book.

A false alarm, An Wujiu raised his hand down.

The old man whispered indistinctly, the sound was like a grunt coming from the throat, An Wujiao could only vaguely recognize a few words, but he kept repeating, repeating .

An Wujiu reluctantly concatenates these into one sentence.

"God is coming, follow me, and you will witness the resurrection of the ruler of the world..."

He was holding a dusty thick book in his dry hands, trying to stuff it into An Wujiu's hands. This is too weird, An Wu Jiu resisted subconsciously, Shen Ti stretched out his hand and shoved the weird old man, and the book fell to the ground with a snap.

The cover of the book was brown-green, suede, and there was a scratch in the middle of the book, which looked like it was drawn.

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The 13th floor suddenly arrived.

The elevator door opened, the old man almost fell, he fell back tremblingly, the muffled voice in his mouth became sharp and high-pitched, and he shouted to flee, like a madman.

"You will see it! You will see it with your own eyes!"

The words echoed in the elevators and corridors like ghosts. The elevator door was about to close, An Wu Jiu suddenly pressed the door button.

"It's a little weird, I'll go check it out."

Shen Ti also chased out.

But the strange thing is that after a while, people have disappeared.

"That person must be a cult too."

An Wujiu nodded, people didn't catch it, and they didn't take the book. Afraid that Yang Erci would wait, the two decided to go first. When I got back to the elevator, the book was gone, it was probably picked up by someone else.

I don't know if it was because of the memory recovery, An Wujiu became more and more suspicious, he always felt that this person came by no accident, just like this, he followed Shen Ti to Yang Erci's residence after thinking all the way.

After a while, the door of the apartment opened, and it was Noah who opened the door. She said hello to An Wujiu and Shen Ti, and said, "Sister Erci and Sister Yirou are repairing the host."

“Repairing the host?” An Wu Jiu and Shen Ti looked at each other, entered the room, followed Noah to the studio, and saw that both of them were in front of the workbench.

Seeing Zhong Yirou sitting on the handle of Yang Erci's chair, very close, Shen Ti coughed twice.

"What's the matter?"

Zhong Yirou was startled by him and got up from the chair.

"You guys are here." Yang Erci also turned around and said concisely, "Sit down."

An Wujiu looked towards the host, his eyes accidentally fell on the desktop beside Yang Erci, his whole body stiffened.

How...

The book they left in the elevator appeared on Yang Erci's workbench!

Shen Ti also saw it, and he asked calmly, "Where did this book come from?"

Yang Erci glanced at it, "Oh, Noah just brought it in, saying that someone knocked on the door and didn't stuff it into her hand."

An Wujiu turned to look at Noah, Noah nodded and described the man's appearance.

"Before I opened the door, I thought it was the blameless brother, you're here, but it turned out to be a silver-haired old man who was rambunctious, dressed in tatters, put this book on me and left ."

After she finished speaking, she put both hands on the chair behind and sat on it.

Things are getting weirder.

An Wujiu walked over and picked up the book, intending to turn it over to see what was inside.

But he couldn't open it.

Not only him, everyone except Shen Ti tried it once, and no one opened even the first page.

"Shall I try?"

The series of events were so magical that Shen Ti wondered if he had left the altar. He took the book and tried to open the cover.

But there seems to be a powerful force preventing him from moving, but Shen Ti is a stubborn person, even if he feels it, he wants to open it.

I didn't expect to actually turn a page for him, but he couldn't turn it anymore.

This page seems to be a title page, the paper is yellow, and there are many words that are incomprehensible.

Although An Wu Jiu didn't understand what was written on it, he felt familiar.

In his memory, there is also such a book, but the color of the cover seems to be different.

He recalled hard, vaguely remembering that it was red.

Red as blood.

Shen Ti spread the book flat on the sofa, hugged An Wujiu and sat down, feeling his hand was a little cold, Shen Ti grabbed his hand and wrapped it in his own.

Yang Erci turned the swivel chair and rubbed her temples, "My host seems to be infected with a virus. It was fine last night, and now I can't show it to you."

“Virus?” An Wujiu asked, “What is it like?”

"It's strange, it's turned green now." Yang Erci still tried to throw them out, but as she said, only a sticky green was left, which was uncomfortable.

"I was just checking the mail, and suddenly a new one appeared. The sender was a stranger. I didn't click it. The video, like a monster-style horror game trailer, is like this when it's over."

An Wujiu looked at the green hologram and felt a little strange.

"The game trailer, is it also related to belief?"

Yang Erci recalled, "Forget it, but it's not a conventional Western belief, not so beautiful."

The nightmare she had was like a preview, and these disgusting and weird things appeared first in her dream.

An Wujiu turned his head to look at the book, the doubts in his heart became more and more serious.

"Leave that."

Yang Erci's host was damaged, but fortunately, she had the foresight to copy all the information sorted out last night and sent it to Zhong Yirou.

Zhong Yirou showed these to An Wujiu at her request, while Yang Erci talked about her conjecture.

She was a little surprised, when An Wujiu heard this, there was no expression on her face, as if she was not surprised or unexpected at all.

When they finished speaking, An Wu Jiu spoke.

"I see." His voice was soft, and he had actually thought about these suspicions, which coincided with what Gabriel said.

"You should be right."

Yang Erci had some confidence in her heart, but when she heard An Wu Jiao's affirmation, she couldn't be happy. She suddenly developed a little sympathy for the man who seemed to be victorious in front of her, even though it was not without guilt.

Given an extra day of rest, An Wujiu was a little helpless, after staying at the altar for a long time, he seemed to have forgotten how to live in real life.

Shen Ti looked at him sitting outside the floor-to-ceiling window in a daze, the flood of light from the city at night hit An Wujiu, looking strange. He was blank like a screen, accepting everything the world gave him.

“Don’t want to sleep?” He sat next to An Wujiu and handed him the hot milk in his hand.

"No stars at all." Shen Ti looked out the window, "Not a single one."

“Yes.” An Wujiu said in agreement, also looking at the night sky.

The aircraft flew around like a ghost in the air, wandering non-stop. An Wujiu suddenly thought of Gabriel's words, he said that the more advanced technology is, the emptier human beings will be.

The more empty you are, the more you want to have a sustenance, such as faith.

"Do you believe there is a **** in this world?" he asked Shen Ti.

Shen Ti raised his head and smiled casually, "I don't believe it."

"Are you so sure?" An Wujiu turned to look at him.

Shen Ti leaned over and touched his with his forehead, smiling like a child, "Of course not sure."

"And how does God define it? Human beliefs are not necessarily all supernatural."

An Wujiu lowered his eyes, his eyelashes swayed slightly, "Yes."

Today's human beings rely so much on and believe in technology that they almost begin to lose their human essence.

Replaced organs can be replaced with artificial ones, artificial ones, bones with metal, and skins with rubber.

To what extent, people can no longer be regarded as people.

“If it is now, the quickest and most convenient way of preaching should not be like the old man today.” An Wujiu chuckled lightly.

"What is that?" Shen Ti leaned on him.

"For example, citizen chips, networks, etc., everyone has to use them every day. These things have become an inseparable organ of human beings."

That's true.

Shen Ti suddenly thought, "If I were a god, I would definitely not want to occupy the earth."

An Wujiu felt that his statement was absurd, but he couldn't help but ask: "Why?"

"Humans are really boring, you can see right through it at a glance, what can they offer me? trouble me."

An Wujiu felt that his words were inexplicably childish, "Really? Then a **** like you should be very lonely."

Hearing this sentence, Shen Ti suddenly stopped and tilted his head slightly, making An Wujiu think of some kind of cute little animal, and his mood was much better unconsciously.

"You're right."

Shen Ti suddenly raised his hand and hugged An Wujiu, "Then you should be my believer."

An Wujiu pretended to be cold, "I am an atheist."

Shen Ti was half coquettish and half cheating, "It's not true, you can't lie to me?"

"Okay, okay." An Wujiu was shaken by him, "I agree."

Shen Ti thought he had succeeded, and was rather proud, but An Wujiu suddenly raised his hand.

"Although I don't believe in God, I won't leave you alone."

An Wujiu said softly, cupping Shen Ti's face with both hands, and placing a pious kiss on his forehead.

The disturbing neon also comes to witness.