Logically speaking, in this era that blurred the geographical scope and eliminated the national boundaries, no one who looks like this should think it is strange.

But this face made his thoughts ethereal to the medieval descriptions of aliens recorded in the text, as if they were not of the same kind.

"The ears are really powerful." Chen Ti opened his mouth and broke An Wujiu's unrealistic imagination in just one second.

"It's pressing me, it hurts."

An Wujiu smiled angrily.

What do you think of him?

"Does it hurt?" An Wujiu pinched Chen Ti's neck hard, "I'm so afraid of the pain, so I'll kill you."

The tiger's mouth jammed the sun and one-eye on his Adam's apple, and the muscles and bones on the back of his hands and the blue veins on Chen Ti's neck rose and rose.

The hand was blunt by the red neck and became whiter.

Chen Ti was so pinched that he coughed. His two gloved hands held An Wujiu's left hand, but he was still provoking, "How do you want to kill me... use your cult?"

An Wujiu felt his heart moved, but he showed a curious smile on the surface, "My cult? Who are you?"

The hand that grabbed his neck was upwards and pinched his cautious chin, "Are you?"

Trying again.

He could clearly feel these green eyes staring at him, scanning him like a lie detector, but An Wujiu smiled like this and looked directly at him.

During the confrontation, Chen Ti could not detect any abnormalities from An Wujiu's face.

But this person is already abnormal enough. Whether it is a real change in temperament or a strict disguise, it is not simple.

"What do you think?" An Wujiu pinched his chin hard, "I have been staring at me since the warm-up match. Do you think you can cheat something, or do you really want to give me your eyes?"

Chen Ti smiled and smiled, and the coral earrings on the earlobe began to shake again.

"How can I say that to me? I looked at it a few more because you are good-looking. Is it strange?"

"Besides, I'm not the only one watching, right?" Chen Ti's mouth still had a smile, "After that, can you even find that I'm looking at you while wearing a mask?"

He caught a point that could be controlled, An Wujiu was about to speak, but the guy started to explain in a fake way: "Oh, I understand, it must be because my mask is too exaggerated, it must be because you are staring at me."

An Wujiu looked at him coldly, quieted for three seconds, and then laughed out loud.

"Chen Ti, your black line shouldn't be connected to me."

"I was so eager to find evidence that I manipulate the cultists because you knew you couldn't kill me through duels, so just give me a damn charge?"

I was still laughing and being cautious, and the smile on my face pretending to be childish gradually faded, but it was not the embarrassment and uneasiness after being exposed, but a subtle smile.

It seems to be enjoying.

"Yes, I signed an agreement with you, killing you is a foul." His response was ambiguous.

"Agree?" An Wujiu shrugged, leaned into Chen Ti's ear, and spoke softly in a gentle tone.

"Then you pray to God quickly, so that I can starve to death in the bunker early."

There is not much time left to force sleep.

An Wujiu got up from Chen Ti's body, got out of bed, and mercilessly issued an order to expel him.

"Go back to your room."

Chen Ti looked reluctant, "It's all the time, everyone is here, it's all guests, I'll give you a face..." Before he could finish speaking, An Wujiu grabbed his neck again.

"You really want to die in my hands." An Wujiu said coldly.

Chen Ti closed his nerves and his expression became serious. He returned An Wujiu's words just now, and even held his wrist.

"You won't kill me, you can't kill me."

An Wujiu stared at him.

He could not know who his red line was connected.

Besides, I changed it once.

After a few seconds of calmness, he laughed silently and said his reason, "You hit me and you are a foul. Then the system will shock you, and you will be even more indifferent to what I do."

An Wujiu's face was cold for a moment, and she smiled again. She turned around on her own, but was directly grabbed by Chen Ti, "Where are you going?"

"Since you want to sleep in my room, I'll go to your room."

Chen Ti smiled, "You are so afraid of sleeping with me. Could it be that you are going out to do bad things at night?" He sat beside the bed and looked up at An Wujiu, "Or you have to instruct others to do bad things."

"I won't guess it."

An Wujiu didn't say anything. After a moment, he opened his panel, found the points redemption page, and searched for a while.

He was obviously tit-for-tat just now, and Chen Ti thought he could cheat something, but he didn't expect this guy to do something else.

At this moment, the scene of them lying side by side on the same bed was really strange and subtle.

“It really is.”

An Wujiu chuckled and clicked on the panel a few times. A ball of blue light appeared in the void in front of him, gathering into a pair of silver handcuffs.

Immediately afterwards, An Wujiu put his wrists together, facing the inside up, and handed them to Chen Ti, and surrendered. He raised his chin to Chen Ti.

Chen Ti glanced at his wrist, looked up at him again, and raised his right eyebrow.

“Is this something you can do without paying money?”

"Don't pretend to be crazy." An Wujiu raised his eyes and smiled kindly, "You came to my room because you think I'm related to a cultist. I want to see if I can find some clues or cheat something out."

As he said that, with a click, he handcuffed his left glove, "I'm afraid I'll go out to do something bad at night? Then I'll handcuff it first, how about it?"

Just as he was about to copy another seriously injured wrist, the other half of the handcuffs was pulled directly by Chen Ti, and simply pulled them decisively on his hand, and with a click, he locked them.

"It's not okay to just mess with you alone. Can you still leave if you want to?" In the dark, a cautious voice smiled, "It's better to tie it together. If I don't get up, you have to lie down."

"Hey, you..."

"Ah, it seems that there is hypnotic gas, I feel dizzy, I'm sleeping." Chen Ti, who was standing sideways, patted An Wujiu's shoulder, "Good night."

An Wujiu stared at the silver handcuffs on his left wrist, and his eyes extended to the weirdo on the other end.

He fell asleep facing him with his eyes closed, looking unsuspecting.

But An Wujiu knew very well that this person was very confused.

If your fraud is based on incitemental remarks and human speculation, then this guy's way of existence is fraud. There is no credibility in every word or action.

It seems that there is no strategy or plan, but this illusion can perfectly hide his purpose.

Staring at Chen Ti's face, An Wujiu suddenly had a bad idea in his mind.

He stretched out his hand and touched the tiny ruby ​​between his eyebrows with his fingertips.

Like a drop of blood.

"Hey." Chen Ti still closed his eyes and grabbed An Wujiu's wrist.

"If you can't pick it up, give up."

Failed to succeed.

An Wujiu held his breath a little and wanted to shake off Chen Ti's hand, but he didn't expect that he was still very strong at this moment. After struggling for a while, a familiar sweet smell suddenly appeared in the air.

The attack of hypnotic gas made An Wujiu lose the ability to break free.

He had some dreams about his childhood.

The world in the dream is flowing, full of blurry and weird colors. The blood-red sky, the white sun, the dark blue walls and the burnt yellow floor. When he was a child, he stood in front of a door and heard the singing sounds. His mother crawled on the floor quickly flipping through a note, and the paper made a restless sound.

And he stood at the door of the room, watching his mother's bizarre behavior.

It was strange. An Wujiu called her over and over again in his dream, but his mother flipped and recited so carefully until he let out a long scream in the dream, like a blood-crying bird.

The mother kneeling on the floor then raised her head, her eyes filled with tears, her eyes were filled with fear, and her momentary awakening and resistance.

She stood up, ran quickly to the door, and slammed the door.

An Wujiu, who was standing outside the door, suddenly fell into a bottomless abyss, falling constantly and falling rapidly.

Without any warning, he fell heavily to the ground.

Then he woke up in cold sweat.

"You're a ghost pressing the bed." Chen Ti sat cross-legged beside him, tilted his head to stare at him, and then glanced up with a little self-doubt, "...Is it called a ghost pressing the bed?"

An Wujiu looked at the ceiling, still gasping for some reason. The sequelae of hypnotic gas caused him to have a headache. He wanted to raise his hand and press his temple, but he pulled up another person's hand.

Turning his head, he saw that one of Chen Ti's hand was pulled up, and the other party raised his eyebrows, as if saying "What's wrong".

Chen Ti stared at An Wujiu's face and developed a wonderful intuition, but he was not sure enough, until An Wujiu sat up with his hands on the bed, sat upright, and said to him.

"Feel sorry."

Sure enough, it will really return to normal. Shock and self-affirmation appear on his cautious face.

An Wujiu didn't notice his inner activities and looked calm, "Sorry, I'll split your mask in half."

He even apologized. Chen Ti laughed out loud. After laughing, he found that An Wujiu's speech speed seemed to be faster than when he first met him, and he didn't stutter so much.
To be continued...