MTL - Survivorship Bias-Chapter 49 free to leave

When An Wujiu said "I don't want to kill", there was a sense of lazy boredom in his tone.

fog.

If you keep fighting, you will either be completely controlled or lose your last stamina.

But choosing not to kill this time means that the remaining people will continue to lose their will and be controlled by this black fog.

An Wujiu always thought that he needed to get rid of it to pass the level, but Josh's words made him have some kind of conjecture.

The whistling outside the door and the neighing inside the door are the same language.

Maybe the rules of the game are not like that.

Maybe they were simply misled by the danger.

“You killed all those monsters outside?” An Wujiu faced the gate of heaven without looking at him.

"Almost," Shen Ti said succinctly and calmly, as if killing was just a trivial matter to him, "In short, they have no ability to continue to split."

An Wujiu felt strange, but he did not seize this point and continued to ask, but asked another question.

"Where are they now? Gone?"

Shen Ti lowered his head and touched the still hot muzzle, "It's just outside."

The black mist in front of me continued to collide and scream in this closed and bad territory, and the blood in the air became heavier and heavier. Despite its elusive shape, its impact did not appear to be completely random. The black mist slammed into almost every "hive to be born" frantically, like some kind of struggle.

An Wujiu looked around the factory after hearing this.

And what was in his heart was directly spoken by Shen Ti.

"Are you looking for a surrogate woman in the factory?"

An Wu Jiu turned to look at him at this time. Black shadows would appear on top of their heads from time to time, like a dark cloud covering a certain moment, the flickering light illuminated Shen Ti's face, and those eyes revealed an anonymous divinity.

Shen Ti moved his neck slowly, and said casually, "When I came in, I found that there is no so-called 'product source' in this factory, it is empty here, maybe it really is like in that According to the information in the ordering room, there is not enough supply here."

"You guessed wrong, it was there before the power outage."

An Wujiu saw it, even though his eyes were focused on Zhong Yirou.

Shen Ti raised his eyebrows, "So you mean, they disappeared collectively at the moment when the power was cut off."

An Wujiu raised his head and looked at the black fog that didn't stop for a moment, it roared tirelessly and collided tirelessly.

And then from time to time penetrate the body of An Wu Jiao and Shen Ti. Because they were the last two people who couldn't be charmed by it, and the last target.

His line of sight gradually moved down, landing on the factory door that he entered from the outside, but never observed from the inside. At this time, An Wu Jiu discovered that the inside of this door actually had a pattern painted on it.

It is a golden birdcage.

The fog was bumping around in the house, why couldn't it touch the door.

The stinky mist receded, Shen Ti looked at An Wujiu's face, and saw a subtle smile gradually emerge from the corner of his mouth.

"Can that door still be opened?" His chin was slightly pointed in the direction where Shen Ti came just now.

"It's completely locked." Shen Ti replied, "I specifically confirmed it after closing it."

An Wujiu seemed unsure, picked up the gun on the ground, aimed at the door and fired several times.

Not a single trace left.

He opened the panel and put away the gun, behind him was the gate of heaven exuding divine brilliance, but walked towards the closed factory gate alone.

After a few steps, he turned around and leaned back, those abyss-like eyes looking at the black mist that was now in the corner of the ceiling, smiling, and spreading his arms towards it.

"Come on, don't you want us all to watch you?"

An Wujiu raised his eyebrows, "Want to take revenge, right?"

"Then hurry up." With an expression of waiting to die, he put his hands in his trouser pockets, and repeated those words, as if to constantly exert pressure and hints on the fog, " Come on, come and control me."

The next second, the black fog reunited in the air actually dived towards him as he wished.

Just before hitting the target, An Wujiu dodged.

Then tilted his head, showing a provocative smile to the black mist.

"Sorry, missed."

An Wu Jiu rolled up his sleeves, revealing his pale forearms. Like a coach encouraging his players, he clapped his hands at the black fog, "Come on, can't you control people? Control me."

The original cycle of hunting has become one-on-one bullfighting.

Shen Ti stared at An Wujiu's eyes, although he was still provocative, swirling spots of light would appear in those eyes from time to time, just like they had just been controlled by their minds.

But in An Wu Jiao's pupils, the light spot kept appearing and suppressed.

He was wrestling with the power that controlled him, so he became more and more frantic and uncontrollable.

And the black mist also inflated due to An Wujiao's verbal attacks, nourishing and spreading little by little.

“Don’t you want revenge?” An Wujiu dodged all the attacks of the black mist, but because of looking straight at him for a long time, a wave of extreme anger and sadness flooded him like sea water, trying to overturn him All the sanity, the brain uttered a terrible scream and wailing with this black fog.

His speech speed is getting faster and faster, and the light vortex in his pupils does not dissipate.

"Want to control me...because you've been stuck with people your whole life, right?"

"Because of poverty? The objectification that you have been taken for granted for so long? Or commodity fetishism."

The darkness made An Wu Jiao unable to distinguish, and the extremely angry black mist hit him, before he could dodge completely, he was hit in one arm.

The arm was completely unable to move, but he was still laughing, the naked pain almost split his body, and at a certain moment, some perspectives that did not belong to him flashed in front of his eyes.

.

Hollow out, hollow out completely.

stitch by stitch, whitewash the truth of commercialization.

"Many of you were killed on the operating table. Your whole, living life was simply seen as a commodity to sell , live like livestock, produce again and again, and create value, but the children you conceived in October may not necessarily have a better future."

"They are goods that can be picked at will."

While speaking, An Wujiu stepped back until his back was attached to the factory gate.

An Wujiu raised his head and glanced back, and slammed the door with his hand, it was really solid.

There are not many opportunities.

"Come here, hit me here." He looked directly at the black mist that was coming towards him.

"Abandoned they are right outside the door."

He moved away at the last second.

The roaring giant black mist surged forward, with the deepest hatred, the greatest helplessness, and the most powerful motherhood, hitting the door that imprisoned them.

Smashed hard.

An Wujiu turned his face to the side of the black mist that was leaving.

His voice was very light, like a distant fog, fading away from extremes and madness, and finally said to them.

"Fly freely."

During this process, Shen Ti was always holding the gun in his hand, trying to protect the safety of the reckless adventure. But in the end the gun didn't work either. He put it into the panel and walked through the darkness to An Wujiu's side.

The shattering of the factory gate is like their rebellious souls tore a hole in the darkness, and An Wujiu stood at the junction of light and darkness, looking extraordinarily lonely.

Shen Ti walked to the side and heard the baby crying.

In an instant, it disappeared again. The screams of the entire floor also completely dissipated, and everything was calm.

"You think that these women who are trapped here are gone, and the black mist is struggling in the factory again. Guess this is their soul."

"So you deliberately angered, led the black mist here, and let them go."

Shen Ti looked at An Wujiu and found that his eyelashes trembled slightly, like a butterfly about to fly away.

But the other party turned his face, and turned into a world-weary and irrelevant look, and turned around with a sneer, "Do I look like such a noble person?"

Five golden shards appeared in the void.

[innocent]

[children]

[truly]

[destroyed]

[revenge]

Innocence; Children; Sincerely; Destroy; Revenge.

Other words that seem to be related.

An Wu Jiu grabbed the debris floating in the air without hesitation and held it in his hand. It's like asking for your own commission.

He continued his last sentence, "Just trying to find a way to finish the game."

Just as he accepted the shard reward, the gate of heaven slowly opened, and the spiral staircase inside the door led to the fourth floor of this containment center.

Wu You was the first person to wake up. His legs were pinched by Nanshan, a little numb, and he finally sat up, followed by Yang Erci, the blood from her wound finally stopped . They helped Nan Shan and Zhong Yirou, who were in a coma, respectively. The last one to wake up was Josh, his eyes opened suddenly, and he was still muttering, "No blame, their language is the same..."

Josh sat up suddenly, "No blame! That black one is the monster kid outside!"

shouted, people are also a little clear, originally looking for An Wujiu, but what they saw was Shen Ti laughing out loud, and the more he laughed, the more serious it became.

"I..." Josh scratched his fluffy hair, "Am I wrong?"

“It’s so smart.” An Wujiu has a smile on the corner of his mouth, “It’s all guessed by you, it’s a pity that you are controlled, otherwise maybe you can solve them by yourself.”

A compliment will come when he opens his mouth, An Wu Jiu walks towards the gate of heaven with an indifferent attitude.

"That, that has been resolved now?" Josh got up from the ground, feeling a little weak, feeling like his chest was leaking, and he couldn't breathe.

An Wujiu shrugged, pointed his thumb to Shen Ti lazily behind him, and said to Josh in an encouraging tone, "Go and thank him."

Shen Ti's smile subsided, his hands up, and he stretched his waist.

"Some people really hate being a hero."

The two were pushing and pulling riddles back and forth, making Josh in the middle puzzled.

"Who killed that black shadow..."

Yang Erci did not question An Wujiu about the key fragments this time, because she actually did not expect An Wujiu to come.

Perhaps part of the motive was to find the gate of heaven on this floor, but he came too soon and too soon, not entirely for profit.

She looked at An Wujiu, An Wujiu also glanced at her.

"What? Can't make it? Don't you like holding her?"

After he finished speaking, Yang Erci's expression changed, which made An Wujiao very useful.

But what Yang Erci said was beyond his expectations.

"Thanks."

An Wujiu turned his face, looked towards the front of the stairs, but did not respond.

Nan Shan gradually woke up from the coma, but still had no strength to move on. He said to Wu You who was supporting him, "You can put me on this floor."

Wu Youjing took a few seconds and said in a very disgusting tone, "I finally dragged you here, you said you won't go up?"

"Come on, the kid won't grow any longer." Seeing this, Shen Ti stepped forward and put Nan Shan's arm on him. He'd never do such a thing, thinking he didn't quite understand what motivated the act of helping each other in individual matches at the altar.

He can see human nature very well, but it is difficult to understand the complex feelings between people.

"By the way, go back with your peach wood sword." Shen Ti supported Nanshan and moved forward step by step.

"Well...it's in my sleeve." Nan Shan thought of the sword being used by Shen Ti, doubts in his heart surged again, he turned his face weakly and stared at Shen Ti, "You is not it…"

He paused for a long time, as if he wanted to ask something, but in the end he didn't ask.

"Do you want to ask me if I have studied Taoism? Or what is my origin?" Shen Ti asked himself, and then answered himself, "No, I haven't learned it, ordinary origin."

Nan Shan laughed and coughed a few times.

"Dude, your face is not something that ordinary people can have. Are you Chinese?"

Shen Ti smiled and said "thank you" to Nanshan on a whim in Russian, which was a random language in his mind, and had nothing to do with him. Hearing the compliments for his appearance, Shen Ti's first moment was to subconsciously look forward to An Wu Jiao.

The snow-white pattern on the side of his neck is particularly distinct, and the hem of his shirt is lifted by the wind, revealing light, and the line around his waist can be vaguely seen.

Shen Ti didn't know which country he belonged to. He had the blood of a Caucasian or a yellow race, and what his ancestors should look like.

He even felt that he had no ancestors and no bonds.

The door of the fourth floor was opened, and this floor did not have much peculiar landscape. It was restored to the previous ring structure, very similar to the first floor, clean, neat and bright.

Going forward to find An Wu Jiu, only to find that he was standing in the same place and did not leave.

Like waiting for him.

This made Shen Ti feel a little more happy.

An Wujiu turned his face and looked at Shen. Seeing him approaching him, he also leaned into his ear.

"The story you told me last time was a lie."

Shen Ti thought about it for a while, and then he remembered which time was the last time, and what he made up.

"You said my dad was an alcoholic?" He admitted frankly, "Yes, I said it last time, I lied to you."

He also had this kind of mentality, just after meeting An Wu Jiao.

They are indeed the same kind.

An Wujiu did not speak, doubts arose in his heart, the man in front of him could control the peach wood sword and fight monsters outside alone, but his body was not even stained with mucus, he could even stop the fission of monsters with a single sword .

He is not controlled by the black fog at all, even if he looks directly, his willpower is not shaken for a moment.

"Are you curious about me?" Shen Ti smiled, his jewel-like eyes shining brightly.

An Wujiu hates things he doesn't understand the most, he only needs the chaos he makes.

“Yes, I am super curious.” An Wujiu smiled.

"But it doesn't matter, one day I will skin you and dismantle you and eat it clearly."