Survivorship Bias

    An Wujiu's smart face showed such an embarrassed expression for the first time.

    Shen Ti was very useful. Seeing him coming to take the mask from his hand, he deliberately put his hand behind him.

    "You give it to me."

    An Wu Jiu threw his hands at him.

    Shen Ti originally wanted to make fun of him, but looking at him like this, he was reluctant to make fun of him, for fear that he would not be able to grasp the balance and make An Wu blame unhappy.

    So he stretched out his backed hand, but when An Wugui went to take the mask, he didn't let go.

    An Wujiu raised his eyebrows, he didn't want to speak, but he repeated it with emphasis, "I haven't glued it yet, let me do it again."

    Shen Ti was amused by his seriousness, "Alright alright, here it is."

    He handed it over, sat back on the bed, scratched his sleepy hair, and glanced at the time displayed on the wall.

    It's just before six o'clock.

    "You woke up so early?" Shen Ti took one of his hands, rubbed his fingers, and accidentally caught a glimpse of the scar on his wrist.

     , In An Wujiu's hands, it looks pretty good.

    But Shen Ti didn't say it, he felt that his aesthetic estimation was not so normal, and he was afraid to scare him.

    Hearing him ask about waking up early, An Wu Jiu thought in his heart that he didn't sleep all night.

    But he didn't say it, just fooled him with something like "was awakened by the sound of the aircraft outside".

    He looked around the mask and checked the part where the glue was spilled, only to find that Shen Ti was staring at his wrist.

    “It’s already healed.” An Wujiu sat down next to him and stretched out his wrist for Shen Ti to pinch, “I don’t feel it at all.”

    Shen Ti smiled, just touched it lightly, rubbing the scar with his fingers.

    "Why do you still keep my mask?" Shen Ti teased him deliberately, "You must have fallen in love with me at first sight, so you left this souvenir."

    An Wu Jiu originally looked down at the broken part of the mask, when he heard this, he raised his head and glanced at Shen Ti sideways.

    Shen Ti was so cute by this blaming look, although he knew he was talking nonsense, he was still happy.

    "No, then how can you keep my things? I think about it..." Shen Ti deliberately thought about it, "It's not that you have a crush on me... Then I can only think of one situation."

    “What’s the situation?” An Wujiu was actually aroused by him.

    Shen Ti was serious, "Only a perverted murderer will keep the victim's belongings as a souvenir after killing a person, you won't be so perverted, right?"

    An Wujiu sighed, "Your brain circuit is really different."

    Although he was quite perverted when he first changed his state.

    An Wujiu bowed his head to re-stick the mask, and explained to himself, "I went back and picked it up later."

      Still there, thinking that when I switched to another state, I really had the thought of killing you."

    After he finished speaking, he glanced at Shen Ti, feeling guilty of making a mistake.

    Shen Ti didn't think there was anything, "Then what?"

    "Then I felt very guilty, because you were also forced to fight. I felt like I was crazy and wanted to kill everyone. It happened that Yirou taught me how to use the collection threshold. Just try to save your mask."

    Shen Ti knew in his heart that An Wujiu was such a person, he would feel remorse for his malice, and would despise his former kindness in extreme times.

    In fact, everyone he met was like this, just not as extreme, nor as shameful as An Wujiu.

    “Yesterday when you mentioned it, I suddenly thought that this mask is still in my collection.” An Wujiu continued, “I heard Wu You say that the collected items can be 3D printed for a fee. Come out, as long as it's not too large, but that kind of thing can't be collected."

    "It prints like that."

    The streets here are full of 3D printing machines, An Wu Jiu ran out in the middle of the night, walked two streets to find the best looking one, paid for it by scanning the code and printed it out. A lot of money, and was approached by a drunk man halfway through, An Wu Jiu was so disturbed that he lost his patience and almost broke his hand.

    But the glue sold by the small shops along the way is really not easy to use, if you are not careful, you will squeeze out too much. But it really doesn't look good.

    He didn't say any of these, because he didn't think it was interesting.

    Shen Ti slumped on top of him, "Why don't you print out the handcuffs in your collection?"

    An Wujiu was stunned for a moment, and was about to ask what the printing handcuffs did, but before he could ask, he suddenly wanted to understand, so the words he almost said were choked in his throat.

    Seeing his reaction, Shen Ti felt very funny, wrapped his hands around his neck, kissed the back of his head, and thanked him in his heart.

    In this world, I am afraid that only a fool like An Wujiu would try to protect his anxiety caused by strangeness.

    “Is this ok?” An Wujiu scraped off the previous glue, glued it with a new one and handed it to him.

    Shen Ti nodded, "Okay, give it to me, I will wear it for the rest of the game."

    “Why?” An Wujiu felt a little wasteful.

    Shen Ti put on An Wu Jiu's recovery mask and said seriously, "I want to keep the festival for you."

    An Wujiu laughed, but seeing him put it on, the image of the first encounter suddenly popped up in his mind.

    He said that he was withdrawn and had no company, but he was helping him from the moment he appeared.

    An Wujiu still remembers that when Yang Ming humiliated himself, Shen Ti used a champagne bottle cap to hit him in the back to force him to stop, and he deliberately showed that champagne was hard to drink It looks like, deliberately left it, so that I can have some resources to maintain my life.

    Think about it...

    "Shen Ti," An Wujiu turned his face, "It seems that it was you who fell in love at first sight."

    Shen Ti just took off the mask, still holding it in his hand, was stunned by An Wujiu's sudden blow.

    But he didn't stay stunned for too long before he recognized it.

    "So what?" Shen Ti raised his eyebrows, "You wanted to kill me at first, but didn't you end up in my hands?"

    An Wujiu never thought that this guy could be so shameless, but his focus is not here.

    "I didn't want to kill you, I thought about this for a moment." An Wujiu clarified seriously.

    "Good good." Shen Ti just thought he was cute, he hugged him in his arms and forced An Wujiu to sleep with him for another two hours.

    An Wu Jiu didn't plan to struggle, just let him hold it like this, Shen Ti's hands were around his waist, and he was wearing the leather gloves that covered the lines. For some reason, An Wu Jiu had a thought, pulled out his hand from his arms, and peeled off the glove on his left hand.

    Those hidden cyan lines covered the whole hand, slightly raised, like vines wrapped around the skin.

    An Wujiu's fingers went down along the lines, wrapped Shen Ti's with his own hands, and clasped his fingers.

    He knew that Shen Ti hadn't fallen asleep, and Shen Ti hadn't fallen asleep either. With his eyes closed, he felt that he gently shook hands with him, took his hand, and placed it on the chest.

    No one has ever treated Shen Ti like this.

    In his memory, he has no parents, nor any mentors and friends, and all the people who may have an emotional connection with him do not exist, nor does he have any feelings. It took a lot of work.

    All he has is peace of mind.

    Yang Erci took Zhong Yirou and Noah back to her residence. At night, she had a nightmare. The dream was full of very metaphysical things, evil spirits, altars, tentacles monsters, and the long-lasting mist on the sea.

    She attributes these to the aftermath of the altar, which, after all, goes against her materialism.

    It was only four o'clock in the morning when she woke up from the nightmare. Yang Erci made herself a cup of hot black tea. The studio is now inhabited by Zhong Yirou. The guest bedroom was given to Noah, and he had to sleep on the sofa bed in the studio without even closing the door.

    Yang Erci wanted to check something, but after thinking about it, she still brought tea into the studio. She moved very lightly and put the teacup on the desk. Seeing that the thin blanket on Zhong Yirou's body was kicked to the ground, she bent down and picked up the blanket to cover her.

    Zhong Yirou is quite beautiful when she wears makeup, but she looks like a seventeen or eighteen year old girl without makeup.

    Yang Erci went back to the workbench and sat down, she found some documents and browsed it, and checked the mail in the mailbox.

    A letter caught her attention, about her father.

    [I have searched many people for your father's disappearance, and there is no relevant record in the archives. I feel that he knew something and was dealt with in secret.

    I found a list of people who were fired, and several of them disappeared, just like your father. This can never be a simple resignation. ]

    This email is from a researcher who is close to her, and these contents are already suspected by her, and there is not much available.

    Yang Erci received the list, she knew that she could not find these people in just 40 hours, but what if they appeared at the altar.

    There are five people on the list, three white, one black and one Asian, and the youngest looks similar to her.

    She flipped down and found another important unread email. After clicking it, there was only one attachment, which was a clear picture that she asked a friend in the technical department to restore.

    That is, Zhong Yirou scans the metal endoskeleton for An Wujiu.

    She saw the string of unclear codes, and she intuitively felt that there was something wrong. It was like that kind of whole-body replacement technology, which not many laboratories could do within her cognition.

    Chauvin's Prosthetic Research Department counts as one.

    The picture was loaded, and the codes and patterns on the bones became clear. After zooming in, Yang Erci finally saw the content clearly.

    [Evoorg00021, CV]

    There is also a small sun-shaped sign on the far right of the code, similar to the sign that frequently appears in the altar.

    Yang Erci vaguely felt that she had discovered something.

    There must be something wrong with An Wujiu's memory, he can't be an ordinary student who has not participated in any experiments, even if we don't talk about the technical difficulty of transplanting these metal bones, just buying these high-tech prosthetics It is impossible for the student to bear the expenses, not to mention his bedridden mother who is seriously ill.

    The CV in the code is the abbreviation of Chauvin Company, but the sun sign behind it is not Chauvin's symbol, and as a core researcher of Chauvin's biological department, she never knew the production of these metal endoskeletons, Looking at the state of An Wujiao, these bones are already quite advanced, and can completely replace the original human bones, or even surpass the performance of the original bones.

    What does Evoorg stand for?

    This is not an English word, is it a small language.

    There are not many people who use small languages ​​anymore.

    Yang Erci frowned and put these aside for the time being to deal with the rest of the emails, but looking at it, she suddenly realized something.

    If Evo and org are separated, the latter org will remind people of many words, organizations, and living things.

    Evo…

    Evolve

    Evolution?

    Evolving organisms, evolving organisms…

    In the early morning, the white neon lights outside the window suddenly flashed in front of Yang Erci.

    She had a chill on her back.

    Could it be that An Wujiu is an evolutionary experiment whose memory has been tampered with?

    Put him on the altar for testing?

    She was silent, backing up these data, and preparing to tell An Wujiu later during the day.

    Yang Erci, who learned this information, was no longer sleepy. She sat in front of the workbench and stared at a small gap on the table in a daze.

    She seems to be getting closer to the truth she has been looking for, but she digs deeper and deeper.

    What she has now is far more than she imagined.

    Probably this time it is very stable, and the things I want to solve have been solved. An Wu Jiu slept soundly in Shen Ti's arms, he thought it was a long time, but when he woke up, he found that it was only three hours.

    Shen Ti was washing up when An Wu Jiu got up and washed with him.

    They are like the most ordinary and ordinary couples, they only need to worry about the trivial things in work and life, not whether they can survive after thirty or more hours.

    An Wujiu received Yang Erci's message and asked him to interview.

    "The tone is very serious, maybe there is something urgent."

    "When is she not serious?" Shen Ti joked.

    There is nothing to clean up, the two left the room, An Wujiu intends to find a service staff to explain before leaving. Unexpectedly, as soon as I got out of the elevator and walked to the club dance hall on the first floor, I saw a so-called "guest" splashing there.

    The man looked about the same age as the two of them. He was tall and thin, and he didn't look very strong, but when he came up, he kicked a girl to the ground with one foot. He was insulting, and the words were extremely ugly.

    An Wujiu glanced at the girl, the lights here are not blue during the day, people can see people more clearly, she didn’t wear a mask this time, but An Wujiu still glanced at her body shape Recognized that she was the head of the group of girls last night.

    "I'm sorry for the customer, they have to brainwash before each service, maybe they recovered in the middle? I don't know how to offend you, I'm really sorry, how about we compensate you for a bottle of wine ?"

    The waiters couldn't stop the scolding guests.

    Just when he was about to punch the girl who finally stood up, An Wujiu grabbed his wrist.

    "Stop fighting."

    The man was startled by the strength of his hands, he wanted to resist, but his fist-swinging hand couldn't move at all, and An Wujiu held it tightly, like he was not in shackles.

    His anger was aroused all of a sudden, "What are you messing around with! It's so **** lenient, who do you think you are!"

    But he couldn't push An Wu Jiao away at all, he only felt that his wrist was hurting more and more, and his bones were about to be broken by him.

    An Wujiu looked at him coldly and said lightly, "What if I want to take care of it?"