MTL - Survivorship Bias-Chapter 118 Ritual prophecy

The last piece of information Zhou Yijue revealed was the numbering issue that An Wujiu was most concerned about.

"Does it mean that the number on the back of our hand represents the model we were initialized in?"

After An Wujiu finished speaking, she wanted to deny herself, if this is the case, everyone here is No. 98, including Wu You Nanshan who has played with An Wujiu several times in a row. Not an outsider breaking into other models?

Zhou Yijue thought for a while, "I thought about this when I found out that everyone's hands were numbered, since it's already such a coincidence, I can't help but think in this direction. ."

After he finished speaking, he looked at the floating timer and said to the two: "Time is running out, that's all I want to say, you can rest assured, I'm here to achieve my own The purpose is to share the information I have, so every word I say, you don't have to doubt it."

Zhou Yijue opened the door after speaking, intending to return to the room.

Hearing him talking about information sharing, An Wujiu was shaken, but still shared a usable information to Zhou Yijue.

In addition to telling him that everything here is not pure technology, but has more unknowable power, he also informed Zhou Yijue of the content of the human innovation plan.

“The altar is not a simple game, as you can see, maybe this place truly lives up to its name, it is a real altar.” An Wujiu said in a low voice.

Zhou Yijue was silent for a moment, then nodded, before the corridor parted, he said to himself, "If you want to investigate further, go to Chauvin."

After he left, Shen Ti took An Wujiu's shoulder, "He doesn't seem to be lying this time."

"I think so too." An Wujiu said softly, "If Zhou Yijue keeps smiling, it's time for him to fool others."

Once he stopped laughing and other emotions appeared, that was the real him.

An Wujiu thinks, Zhou Yijue will rush to tell him this information at this time, probably not only because of the serial numbers on the backs of people's hands during the sacrifice, but also because he knows that tonight I'm afraid it's him who died, let alone, at least there won't be a chance in this game.

"Go back and rest." An Wu Jiu let Shen Ti take him to the door, turned around and leaned against the door, smiled at him.

But Shen Ti didn't turn his head and left, but opened his arms and embraced him.

An Wujiu kissed Shen Ti's collarbone, buried his head in his shoulder and rubbed it, then heaved a long sigh.

"I know you're tired." Shen Ti raised his hand and gently rubbed An Wujiu's back, "No matter what happens, I will accompany you."

An Wujiu nodded in his arms, he knew this was not just a promise.

Shen Ti has always been like this.

He finally raised his head and put a kiss on Shen Ti's lips. The timing was just right. When he returned to the room alone, he had no vision.

Invisible eyes, An Wu Jiu did not draw the last card.

According to the words of the day, the only ordinary werewolf on the field is Megan, and it should be difficult for her to target him tonight. I can't let go of the tomb guard who jumped out.

After a while, the **** arrow appeared in front of An Wu Jiu again, pointing in the direction he should go.

But An Wujiu is too lazy to test, Matsuura Mori has no need for verification here, since Andrew is a good person, Matsuura can only be a wolf.

An Wu Jiao didn't want to go through the process of smearing the autopsy again, so he touched the bed and lay down and closed his eyes.

Compared with the previous games, this dungeon looks long and psychedelic, full of bizarre religious colors, both true and false, coupled with the gradually retrospective memory, many things are unclear.

As soon as I closed my eyes, those memories reappeared. An Wu Jiu suddenly discovered a strange thing, if he really recovers his memory naturally, why is he still unable to recall his memories at the altar, these memories seem to have been arranged, when, in a certain A node restores a part.

For example, in this game, he can just remember what happened in his childhood and even his youth.

These all seem too "artificial".

If it is true that someone deliberately destroys his memory, then what kind of purpose does this approach want to achieve?

An Wujiu tried to imagine from that person's point of view.

Without memory, you won't remember the terrible things that happened when you were a child, the pictures of your father dying in front of you, the operation of those experiments and the experiences you've been subjected to. torture.

It is undeniable that most of the memories he has are cruel and better to forget.

In this way, the other party's purpose seems to be well-intentioned, trying to make him live a life closer to "normal". Thinking of Yang Ming, and the man who matched the wrong match in this dungeon, they all seemed to have played against the self before the amnesia, so they were particularly fearful.

An Wujiu can't think of anyone who treats him so kindly, and would not hesitate to erase his original memory and implant new, peaceful ones, so that he can be a good human being.

The only thing he can think of is those "scientists" who regard themselves as research objects.

Maybe they did this, just to be a control group before and after amnesia. In their eyes, he was just one of the more special ones in this huge data set.

Or rather, one of many offerings.

Probably because he gradually accepted his own destiny, An Wujiu's heart suddenly calmed down, he no longer thought about the past, no longer thought about why the evil **** chose his family.

So God seems to have spared him a little night, let him sleep peacefully until dawn.

When I opened my eyes again, my vision had recovered, and it snowed outside again, dazzlingly white.

"Good morning, players."

Holy sound broke the quiet morning.

"Today is the day when the water city holds a festival, all kinds of taboos in the city can be specially opened today, so the discussion of the morning sacrifice of the priests has also been changed from the morning to the afternoon, that is to say, in the afternoon, everyone starts Discuss and exile the sacrificed in the evening."

Sheng Yin paused, "Enjoy this grand ceremony, you will definitely gain a lot."

His voice disappeared.

An Wujiu was a little dizzy, he thought, maybe Shengyin and the rabbit are the same body, they may be the evil god.

When he opened the door, he thought he would see Shen Ti, but he didn't expect the door to be empty, An Wu Jiu turned his head and found Shen Ti leaning against the wall beside the door, seemingly still sleeping.

How can you sleep so soundly?

He squatted down and poked Shen Ti's cheek with his index finger.

No movement.

"Shen Ti."

He pushed.

I didn't expect Shen Ti to actually fall to the other side.

An Wujiu's heart seemed to slump, he stretched out his hand to touch his heart.

Who knew that at this moment, Shen Ti suddenly laughed, grabbed his wrist, and fell into An Wujiu's arms with a smile.

"I lied to you!"

His eyes were full of crescent laughter, he hugged An Wujiu and pulled him up, seeing An Wujiu's face changed, Shen Ti felt that his joke was a bit too much, "Scared you?"

An Wujiu shook his head.

"No? Then you really don't care about me at all." Shen Ti smiled and said, "What if I really die? Wouldn't you be sad?"

“Of course I will be sad.” An Wujiu lowered his eyes, “So stop talking nonsense.”

Shen Ti immediately said yes, and then kissed An Wujiao's forehead.

They walked outside side by side, An Wujiu didn't speak all the way, just listened quietly, occasionally responding twice. Before they reached the hall of the temple, they heard singing and dancing from outside.

“There seems to be a lot of people gathered in the water city.” An Wujiu said softly.

These days, the once warm and humid water city has been immersed in the heavy snow for days and become lifeless. Today's festival ignites the original enthusiasm and carnival here.

Due to the postponement of the morning sacrifice, everyone could not know who died last night, and the eight remaining from yesterday are still present today, they looked at each other, suspicious in their hearts, no one knew who was beside him Is it a wolf or a dead man.

The Holy Voice asked them to go down and participate in the festival together with the townspeople.

The blizzard outside was even worse than yesterday, but An Wu Jiu saw from a distance those city residents dancing in the snow with their bare feet, their frenetic dancing almost made those thick snow When they were all stepped flat, their feet were blue and purple from the cold, almost the same as those stone carvings.

"Is it cold?" Wu You trembled while holding his arm.

"Are you cold?" Nan Shan proposed to take off his cloak and put it on him, but Wu You waved his hand.

"I don't need it." Wu You breathed a sigh of relief, the white mist blown in front of his eyes, "You wear it yourself."

Shen Ti smiled and hugged Nan Shan's shoulders, trying to lead him to a sympathy, "Aiya, some children are really unscrupulous, aren't they?"

Nan Shan smiled and said "no no", while Wu You turned to ask An Wu Jiu with a face down, with displeased written all over his face, "Brother Wu Jiu, does it have to be him?"

An Wujiu opened his eyes slightly, "What?"

"Just..." Speaking of this, Wu You pulled up his collar to hide his unnaturalness, "I mean you have to like him, what is there in his whole body worth you? Do you like it?"

An Wujiu raised his eyebrows, and once again accidentally answered the question, "Is it so obvious?"

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Shen Ti pulled away his raised hand, "What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me? In this world, besides me, there will be another person who is willing to be a bitter and hateful little boy like you. Is the child bickering?"

Wu You: "Don't you think it's sensible that you quarrel with children?"

Shen Ti: "You admit that you are a child!"

Wu You:…

Why haven't I changed my name to Speechless.

Nan Shan looked at An Wujiu and found that he seemed to have a natural barrier that separated him from the noisy two people, and was completely unaffected. Now he is going down the stairs while thinking seriously.

“Actually…” An Wujiu raised his head, “Many people will like Shen Ti.”

Wu You turned her head when she heard the voice.

An Wujiu said earnestly, "From what I heard, Shen Ti has already been praised by many people."

He is also very honest, "When I opened his mask and saw him for the first time, I thought he was very attractive to me, and very special. You don't think his eyes are very good-looking ?"

Wu You: …Enough.

He hates himself for speaking.

An Wujiu added: "Even if you don't look at the appearance, Shen Ti's character is very interesting, smart but very good at pretending to be stupid, deceiving but sometimes very frank, sad but serious Looks very attractive, doesn't it?"

The corners of Nanshan's mouth can't fall.

The only one who can be honest is yourself.

He thinks that An Wujiao is also a very special person, not to mention the extreme two-sidedness, just his thoughts of calculating and playing games on weekdays, and now his frank and lovely, contradictory and incomparable Unity, this is something Nanshan can't see in others.

Thinking about it this way, she is really a good match for Shen Ti.

An Wujiu made the praised deity stunned in place, even forgetting to leave.

Zhou Yijue, who passed by and overtook him, laughed, and the laughter drifted into Shen Ti's ears, and he suddenly regained his senses.

Shen Ti never thought that he has so many advantages, the advantages in An Wu Jiu's eyes.

“I can’t say anything else.” An Wujiu smiled, “Maybe I just like someone special.”

After he finished speaking, he realized that Shen Ti hadn't kept up and was not around, so he turned around.

Shen Ti just raised his eyes and saw his clean, pure look back in the snow.

But in the next second, An Wujiu raised his eyebrows and deliberately did something bad, "These two sentences made you blush?"

Shen Ti immediately raised his hand to cover his face.

An Wujiu smiled, walked over and stretched out his arm towards him.

Shen Ti took him into his arms naturally, "Did you lie to me?"

An Wujiu shook his head in his arms and leaned against him quietly.

I thought I would hug him, after all, they were already behind the big army, Shen Ti didn't expect that An Wujiu didn't seem to want to let go, but hugged him quietly, with his side face close to him his chest.

"Is it cold?" He touched An Wujiu's cheek.

"Not cold."

An Wujiu had enough, and came out from Shen Ti's arms.

Shen Ti was keenly aware that something was wrong with him, but that feeling was fleeting, just when he was about to speak. A white object flew towards them at great speed.

An Wujiu was trained to be sensitive to danger, so he tilted his head subconsciously, trying to pull Shen Ji away, but he didn't.

A snowball hit Shen Ti's side neck directly, the snowflake shattered instantly and fell into his robe.

Behind the scenes is Wu You's rare childish laugh, calling him an idiot.

An Wu Jiu watched the two of them make trouble again, and made excuses for Shen Ti.

After all, he is a young man, and it is normal to be naive.

He stepped in the snow step by step, following them forward.

He deliberately held him for so long just now, just to hear Shen Ti's heartbeat.

How many times they hugged each other and had intimate contact in the past, An Wujiu never noticed it, until today Shen Ti joked with him, he stretched out his hand to probe, only to find that he didn't have a heartbeat.

He didn't know if it was the current moment or the normal state, so he just hugged him again and listened carefully.

Heard nothing.

Shen Ti has breathing, pulse, and warm body temperature, but no heartbeat.

Before entering the city through the frozen lake, there were suddenly many more townspeople around them. Some of them held torches, some carried oil lamps, and many of them carried huge stone carvings and stone pillars together, and others danced around the stone carvings. The flowers here are all withered by the extreme cold, and they wrap withered vines into a wreath and wear it on their heads.

Those stone carvings are all kinds, but they are all like the avatar of the **** in the temple, only a part of it. The torch gradually turned blue, the blue dots were like aquamarine dotted on white velvet, An Wu Jiu followed the firelight and looked into the distance, and at a glance, he saw the glass room at the top of the tower.

In the daylight, it shines like the most precious diamond.

In order to celebrate this grand ceremony, the city residents built countless red tents, and each household offered their own precious food. They walked forward tent by tent, Wu You was attracted by the red jelly-like food in one of the bowls, and asked the townspeople what it was.

"This is a cactus piece that has been peeled off, my dear high priest, we have marinated it with cochineal sauce, so it has such a beautiful red color." The young man proudly said he said.

"Welcome, my dear priests."

There must be an old woman sitting in the tent. Her face is painted with a dark blue totem, which covers the whole face and looks a little weird.

An Wujiu stared at her face, thinking of Shen Ti's hand.

"This is fortune-telling?" Nanshan picked up one of the stone cups, and inside it were two pieces of animal bones cut into strange shapes.

"Yes, that's right, your eyesight is really good." The old woman giggled, her face wrinkled, she warmly solicited, and set out four stone cups, "Let me divination for you, this will be the greatest honor of my life."

An Wujiu subconsciously wanted to refuse, but the other party had already acted and shook the stone cup.

Shen Ti was curious and wanted to see how she was going to divination, so he crossed his arms and stared at the old woman's movements.

She shook the stone cups one by one, and then added some strange potions in order, red and green, extremely sticky. The old woman stirred with her index finger, and Wu You was so frightened that she thought she was going to eat it, but the next moment, the old woman threw a flint and set all four stone cups on fire.

When the stone cup was burnt out, she looked inside, raised her eyes again, and smiled strangely at the four of them.

"Okay." The old woman pushed out one of them and pointed to the guide fir, "This is yours."

Some words did appear on the inner wall of the stone cup, but Nanshan couldn't understand it.

The old woman explained to him directly: "This is written: Abandon, pious, cherish and believe."

Nan Shan heard this, and his heart moved slightly, "Is this the past or a prophecy?"

"Maybe both, maybe none." The old woman didn't stop, and launched a new one.

"This is yours." He pointed to An Wujiu, "Yes, it's you."

An Wujiu stood there and nodded.

The old woman squinted, looked at it carefully, and finally smiled at An Wujiu, "You are also three words: desperate, repeating the same mistakes..."

"The last one," her expression changed, "self-destruction."