Survivorship Bias

    An Wujiu regained his composure, shook his head, "I lost my mind."

    After finishing speaking, he glanced at Shen Ti.

    "If I'm scared like this, isn't the pattern on my body just as scary?"

    Shen Ti was slightly startled, but soon, the corners of his mouth twitched.

    It's not a concept at all.

    The pattern on his body is more dangerous than scary.

    An Wujiu turned around, tried his best to suppress his undulating chest, then clicked the query with his gloved hand, and wrote his mother's name by hand.

    [An Congnan]

    Shen Ti stood beside him and asked in a low voice, "This is..."

    "My mother." An Wujiu replied, then looked up at the results on the consultation screen.

    [There is no such patient in this hospital. ]

    He frowned.

    I thought it was too sloppy, so he reached out and wrote it again, this time, stroke by stroke, very carefully.

    [There is no such patient in this hospital. ]

    This result made An Wujiao puzzled and thought about it.

    Passing by a nurse, An Wujiu immediately stopped her and asked, "Excuse me, can you check all the patients on this consultation screen?"

    The nurse originally wanted to walk away, but when she caught sight of An Wujiao's face, she could not help but stop, and replied in a friendly manner: "Yes, there are all, but we are out of privacy protection. Considering it, no other information other than the name will be disclosed. Of course, not everyone can come in and inquire. "

    "Can't you check it?" Shen Ti asked, "There will always be someone here to manage the hospital data, right?"

    Give the specific ward number."

    An Wu Jiu was silent, only he could not remember the specific floor and ward number.

    So he just nodded, thanked her, and turned to go out.

    "You don't know which ward it is?" Shen Ti followed.

    "My memory is a little fuzzy." An Wujiu walked out of the door, the wind blew the garbage bag not far away to his feet, "But I clearly remember this hospital."

    He stood still, subconsciously looking to the left of the street.

    “That’s right,” An Wujiu pointed in the direction he was looking, “and this red postbox, I remember that there was a little black man branded on the other side of the postbox.”

    They walked over to take a look, and sure enough, there really was a villain poured with molten iron at the end that was previously blocked from sight.

    "This is strange." Shen Ti said softly.

    As they both stood by the street, a whistle sounded. An Wu Jiu followed the prestige and looked across the road to Wu You, who was leaning against the wall, holding the Rubik's Cube in his hand.

    After they met, they walked three streets together before boarding Wu You's aircraft. During the period, Shen Ti also spent one dollar to buy five lollipops, all of which were chemical saccharin and thickeners.

    According to An Wujiu's request, Wu You positioned her destination at Zhong Yirou's house, which is a little farther from Philadelphia, and Vivian's estimated flight time was more than half an hour.

    An Wujiu was worried about his mother, very uncomfortable. But Shen Ti fell asleep as soon as he got on the aircraft, his long legs curled up with nowhere to rest, and the whole figure looked like a folded cat.

    He slept soundly with his head tilted, with a lollipop in his mouth, his fluffy hair swayed with the aircraft, the last one didn’t stop and slanted onto An Wujiu’s shoulder.

    An Wujiu, who had been looking out the window, suddenly felt his shoulders sink, and looked sideways, it was Shen Ti.

    His eyelashes are overgrown, light brown, slightly quivering, and very quiet when asleep, giving the illusion of closeness.

    An Wujiu immediately reminded himself that he is just a weird liar.

    When she arrived, Wu You even thought she had made a mistake.

    This place is clearly an abandoned chemical factory, and it doesn't look like a place to live.

    [Destination reached. ]

    The aircraft landed steadily on the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. An Wu Jiu looked down, Shen Ti seemed to be sticking to his shoulders, he slept very deeply and did not move at all.

    "Get up." An Wujiu's voice is always low, so there is not much deterrence, everything is like negotiating.

    Shen Ti remained motionless.

    An Wujiu had no choice but to move his arm and push Shen Ti again, this Lao Lai finally moved, like a snake that had ended its hibernation, stretched out his body.

    "...So fast?" He wrinkled his face forcefully, then let go, like a child, and then lightly patted An Wujiu on the shoulder, and said lightly, " thanks".

    This abandoned factory doesn't look very big, like a small chemical manufacturing plant, the steel gate is now closed. An Wujiu got off the aircraft and immediately found the cameras on the upper edge and corner of the gate.

    He walked over and waved at the camera.

    This is a bit funny, Shen Ti was amused by him, but An Wujiu couldn't see it.

    Soon, the heavy door was pushed open, Zhong Yirou changed into a large T-shirt and shorts, her long hair was coiled up, and an automatic facial scraper was fixed on her head. The small scraping pads scraped on her cheekbones at a constant speed one after the other.

    "Why didn't you say something first?" Zhong Yirou raised her neck to maintain the stability of the scraper, "I didn't make up!"

    Shen Ti held a lollipop in his mouth, and he was in charge, "It's all right."

    He didn't say anything like "You are born beautiful".

    It's "I don't like girls anyway."

    Zhong Yirou rolled her eyes and turned sideways to make room for them to enter the door.

    "Yes, can I still not know?"

    An Wujiu entered the door, I didn’t expect this abandoned chemical factory to have a strange place inside, five or six containers were placed on the first floor, as a separate room, the assembly line console outside was static, There are a lot of prosthetics made on it, with separate arms, various prosthetic eyes placed in transparent vessels, and mechanical leg bones without artificial muscles and skin.

    On the second floor, half of the curtains were drawn, and you could see a row of Zhong Yirou's clothes, probably the living area.

    "You modified this all by yourself?" Wu You looked around, "It's amazing."

    "Of course." Zhong Yirou took off her scraper, and her fair cheeks were red marks. She patted her face, "Sister can't do it in vain for so many years."

    The altar pretends to be a bad woman, but in real life, Zhong Yirou is like an ordinary girl.

    It's not very common, he can drive a car and also do prosthetics.

    "I'll show you." Zhong Yirou didn't bother, grabbed An Wujiu's arm and led him to the workbench, "It's all infected, I'll clean up your wound first, Then sew."

    She raised her eyes and looked at An Wujiu, "I have to scan the problem with the mechanical bones."

    “Yes.” An Wujiu nodded.

    Zhong Yirou immediately put on a pair of glasses and took An Wujiu into an operating room made of a shipping container, before entering the door, she shouted to the other two visiting guys, "Find your own place. Sit, there is a bed in the container and you want to rest and lie down, but don't go to the second floor and I will confiscate my underwear!"

    "Got it." Wu You responded, walked to the assembly line console with curiosity, and stared at the unfinished mechanical leg bone.

    Shen Ti finished eating one lollipop, opened the package of another, and stuffed it into his mouth. Then he walked in front of An Wujiu and Zhong Yirou and followed them closely.

    “Aren’t you tired at all?” Zhong Yirou gave An Wujiu an injection of anesthesia, and glanced at Shen Ti, “Usually when you come out of the altar, you can sleep a dozen times directly. Hour."

    Shen Ti pulled up a chair and sat back down, with his arms folded on the top of the back of the chair, his chin pressed against it, and a lollipop in his mouth to observe carefully.

    He is very contradictory. It looks sad, but sometimes it's too energetic. For example, at this moment, he must stare at them to sew.

    Zhong Yirou started her own business at the age of sixteen, falsified her age to open a small clinic in a slum, and was later driven out and changed her place like a guerrilla war. It took ten years to do this business, if nothing else, Medicine is very sophisticated. It didn't take long for An Wu Jiu's hand to be sewn together with precision.

    "Look at this suture, how elegant." She boasted.

    Shen Ti clapped his hands cooperatively. Seeing that An Wujiu was taken by Zhong Yirou to another closed white container.

    He stood up one step at a time, ready to follow them in, but was blocked by Zhong Yirou.

    "I'm going to do a full body sweep for him, don't get in the way."

    The door closed all of a sudden, after thinking about it, Shen Ti had to turn his back and squat down. He saw an ant passing in front of him, so he stretched out an index finger to block the ant's path.

    The little ant was blocked from the way, and simply climbed up to Shen Ti's index finger, so scared that Shen Ti almost jumped up, and threw his hand wildly.

    When he was finally not frightened by the foul ants, the door suddenly opened from the inside out, and it was heavily loaded on Shen Ti's back.

    "Ah, it hurts..." Shen Ti stood up and touched his back. When he saw An Wu Jiu, his expression was as calm as ever.

    "How is it?" Shen Ti asked, leaning on his waist.

     "

    Shen Ti raised his hand high, "Yes!"

    Zhong Yirou immediately put on a smile, "Then I'll do it for everyone!"

    An Wujiu looked at her and felt that things were not so simple.

    "You can just give me 200 dollars for lunch, um, if you still want to have dinner, then add 200 more, ah, if you have nowhere to go and want to sleep with me, then Just make it cheaper, give me 500!"

    The way she said these words, An Wujiu seemed to see the dollar sign in her eyes.

    Wu You walked over from the assembly line, "I agree, eating out will only be more expensive anyway, it doesn't matter what you eat, as long as you can fill your stomach."

    "Wrap it on me!" Zhong Yirou immediately stretched out her hand and charged five hundred dollars per person. An Wu Jiu didn't have any cash, so he gave her 50 points.

    Such a conversion, it seems really not too expensive.

    But when they sat down at the table and saw the dishes on the table, they chose silence at the same time.

    "Eat fast!" Zhong Yirou put down the last huge steel soup pot, took off the heat insulation gloves, "Eat it while it's hot!"

    Wu You heaved a long sigh of relief, and poked the mush in front of him with chopsticks, "Sister, are you from India?"

    "How is it possible! I am a pure Chinese beauty!"

    Shen Ti took a spoon and scooped up the pot of gray-black soup that looked like eyeballs floating, and his Adam's apple rolled, "Don't you put a prosthetic eye in it..."

    "Here are the limited edition plant-based meatballs I bought for Halloween! Expensive!"

    An Wujiu was placed in front of a black plate of unknown objects, he poked it with his chopsticks, "This should be a charcoal grilled steak."

    "Ah...that's my scrambled egg."

    Before eating, all the people at the table looked like vegetables, Zhong Yirou clapped her hands, cheered like a kindergarten teacher, and arranged it clearly, "Eat quickly! I won't go to bed hungry at night!"

    "Wu You, you are small, you sleep in the hospital bed in the red container!"

    Wu You took a bite of the elastic ball, but without biting, the eyeballs were full of mouth.

    "Shen Ti and Wu blame, you two..." Zhong Yirou thought for a while, as if there were not many hospital beds left, "I just sold one last time. Why don't you two squeeze and sleep together? Bar."

    An Wujiu's chopsticks were not clenched tightly, one of them fell off and rolled to the table, just in time to be caught by Shen Ti's hands.

    Zhong Yirou showed an expression of "I am the Virgin Mary with a beautiful heart" and covered her heart with her hands.

     "Just as if I will fulfill you and provide a venue."

    The next second she became serious again and held out her index finger, "But you need to keep your voice down."

    "I have a nervous breakdown and can't sleep."