This guy has changed again.

Seeing him like this, Chen Ti understood in an instant. However, he seemed to have become accustomed to this change, probably because he was not normal like the guy in front of him.

So he still lowered his eyes and smiled at the person in his arms as if he was sunny.

"I not only hug you, but also plan to give you artificial respiration. It's a pity that you woke up."

An Wujiu raised his eyebrows, closed his eyes and tilted his head slightly, stretched his cervical spine, and then turned over and came down from his arms, like a bird that could not be retained.

It was strange that when he was hugged, he smelled a trace of bitter almonds on Shen Ti's body.

He stepped on the ground with his feet, An Wujiu smiled and raised his hand to put his wet hair back.

"I came so late, and I still want to rely on artificial respiration to save my life?"

"It would have been cold here if someone else was here."

At one moment, Chen Ti thought of what An Wujiu, who escaped from the magma abyss, said.

[Fortunately I was at the end, otherwise it would be in trouble.]

It is obviously the same thing, but when it is bad and when it is good, it is completely different.

"You are not cold enough." Chen Ti looked at An Wujiu's ivory-like upper body without any evil intentions and made a new discovery.

After An Wujiu gets wet, he is more beautiful, with a layer of water light, like a halo of moon that cannot be fished out from the lake.

Hearing this, An Wujiu glanced at Chen Ti, and he knew that Chen Ti was talking about his body temperature.

So he deliberately walked closer, lowered his head and grabbed his vigilant wrist, pulled it over, and put his palm on his chest.

“Is it very cold?”

His movements were very slow, so he could let his careful fingertips touch his skin first, then his knuckles, palms, and wrists. The slightly darker palm pressed gently on his pale and moist chest, and the complex black lines of peony intersected with the palm lines and sank slightly.

An Wujiu controlled his dicky hand and wandered on his body, gradually moving down from his chest, brushing across flat and uneven until his fingertips touched the waist of his pants.

He suddenly let go.

Ren Chenti's index finger hooked the edge, and his bent knuckles pressed against his lower abdomen.

Then he raised his head, showed an extremely pure smile to Chen Ti, stretched out his hand, and picked the earrings hanging from the side of his face with his fingertips.

"You won't really like men."

The red coral shines in the dark, shaking around and unable to live in peace.

Chen Ti also raised his head, withdrew his hand, and looked at him.

It was strange that An Wujiu actually read a hint of ignorance from his eyes.

He clearly has a face that is easy to live in the Fengyue Field.

like?

For a moment, Chen Ti found that he could not answer this question.

Indeed, he had joked in front of Zhong Yirou before, saying that he didn't like women, but to be honest, he didn't seem to like men or people either.

He knew that liking requires favorable feelings, but he didn't know what degree of favorable feelings could be considered liking, nor could he clearly distinguish the gap between liking people and liking bionic cats, nor did he know that liking people can be divided into many kinds.

So be careful and choose to remain silent for the time being.

There is no difference between men or women.

Even An Wujiu in front of him was the same. No matter whether he was kind or evil, there was no sense of separation in Shen Ti's eyes, he was a complete person.

Because he looked very much like a bionic cat that Chen Ti had encountered in his long-lasting memory. The cat only set two behavior patterns: closeness and disgust.

So when Chen Ti touches it in the close mode, it will touch it with its head intimately. Chen Ti still remembers the touch of artificial fur friction. But sometimes, he is in another mode. No matter how Chen Ti approaches, he will dodge and even take a bite.

But Chen Ti didn't hate it at all, and even decided that it was cuter than a real cat.

Sleeping into a very clear memory, Chen Ti was like a toy with power off. He vaguely heard An Wujiu say "It doesn't seem to be true." Before he could react, but when An Wujiu's hands had unbuttoned the last button of his shirt, he suddenly plugged in the power supply to himself and woke up from the memories.

"What are you doing?" Chen Ti grabbed An Wujiu's hand.

But An Wujiu didn't care at all, and he continued to peel down his clothes with no shame. "Of course I'm taking off my clothes. Are your eyes really for appreciation?"

Chen Ti developed a complex emotion, which was funny and a little helpless, "It's indeed for appreciation only, so I didn't expect you to touch me." That's right, let An Wujiu slaughter.

An Wujiu sneered and put the clothes he had finally taken off on his body. He didn't button it up and reached out to pat Chen Ti's cheek, "I'm not a good person, I'm not interested in your sexual orientation. I'm very cold and need a piece of clothing."

After saying this with a high sound, he glanced down from his collarbone line to his abdominal muscles.

"You have a good figure, don't wear it anymore, let everyone watch it."

When he spoke, his red lips opened and closed, and when he spoke, he could almost see the tip of his tongue looming.

An Wujiu patted Shenwei's shoulder twice, then walked over him, stretching his waist while walking.

"Come and save me soon next time."

Chen Ti turned around, "Hey, what am I wearing?"

An Wujiu didn't look back and said shamelessly, "Buy less candy."

Chen Ti rolled his eyes and bought less candy to change clothes? Why is it his clothes originally?

"It's okay to eat candy or not, change my pants." An Wujiu continued.

It turns out that he was too kind...

After a moment of "brush", An Wujiu opened the curtain, narrowed his eyes in the strong light, and when he got used to it a lot, he walked out.

Wu You was very worried because he could not find Chen Ti and An Wujiu, so he simply sat cross-legged on the stage and guarded the curtain.

Unexpectedly, before sitting for a long time, An Wujiu opened the curtain, but his hair was soaked, his shirt turned from white to gray, and his face changed, and he tilted his head as soon as he saw him.

"Little Devil."

Wu You stood up unconsciously.

An Wujiu changed his condition again, and somehow, he was a little nervous.

But An Wujiu still looked the same way, walked over casually, touched his head very hasty when he passed by, and almost knocked off the baseball cap on his head.

Wu You held his hat and turned his head. An Wujiu sat down on the edge of the stage at this moment, supported his hands on the floor of the stage, and moved his neck, "I'm so tired."

The next second, when Wu You heard the sound of the curtain pulling open, he turned around and saw Chen Ti walking out naked with his upper body.

"What have you done?" Wu You frowned.

As soon as he finished asking, Chen Ti slapped Wu You on the face, and the hat he had just worn was removed again.

"Ask yourself how old you are before asking."

Wu You took a deep breath and stepped down from the stage with his hat.

He quickly walked to Nanshan, "Is there any curse that can calm down?"

Nan Shan sat on the chair, and he felt weak and his muscles were stiff. He heard Wu You's words, but he opened his panel. After a while, he said to Wu You, "Look at what I posted, in the same player message bar."

Wu You sat down next to him, listened to what he said, and opened the panel, and a bunch of dense words came out.

"This is the mantra of meditation. Laojun said: The great way is invisible, and it gives birth to heaven and earth..."

"So long? I'll keep being angry." Wu You turned off the panel and hugged his arms.

"Don't be angry or not." Nan Shan touched his head with a smile.

Originally, Wu You was very annoyed when touched his head, but because Nan Shan didn't remove his hat, he was not so annoyed.

Seeing that An Wujiu had come out, Zhong Yirou said carelessly: "It's okay, Wujiu." Her voice was still very weak and her face became worse and worse.

An Wujiu's head was originally tilted back, but when she heard her voice, her chin was straightened.

"Who am I? Can I trap me with these tricks?"

After saying that, he looked around, "Where is that fake? I haven't seen it yet."

Shen Ti, who was behind him, walked over and squatted beside An Wujiu, pretending to be sorry, "Ah, by the way, I accidentally killed him."

Missing?

Wu You continued to have nothing to say.

"Diet?" An Wujiu turned his face and said cruel words with a pure face, "Why don't you leave a living and let me play with it?"

Off the stage, all three people who did not participate in the last round of the game with them were surprised. An Wujiu, who was in front of them at this moment, and An Wujiu, who entered the cage an hour ago, were completely two.

Josh's Adam's apple rolled up uneasyly, looked at the body that was still tied to a chair, and then looked at the one on the edge of the stage.

"I, are we wrong?" He had already begun to doubt himself, "Who is the real and who is the fake?"

Shen Ti and An Wujiu looked at each other and then laughed at the same time.

Zhong Yirou had known this would be the case. She kindly explained, "No, now what you see is really An Wujiu, but his brain is a little problem and his personality will be good and bad."

Josh doesn't quite understand, "Is it a dual personality?"

An Wujiu held his hand on the stage floor and jumped down, "Double personality do I still remember you? Josh."

"It's not a problem of personality. Double personality is a special mental illness. Different personality is a completely different person. From intellectual factors to life experience, and even gender, there is no memory connection and no social relationship. It is possible that a person is a child genius with super intelligence, a person is a seventy-year-old, and a middle-aged man with a irritable personality and accomplished nothing. This is multiple personality."

"Wujiu is different. He just suddenly changes from the kind and reliable character he used to be, from good to evil now..." Zhong Yirou said too much and couldn't help coughing a few times, "Anyway, it's like bipolar, the state of a person will change, but it's still the same person."

Yang Erci frowned.

"Are you born like this?"

An Wujiu raised his eyebrows casually, "Who knows?"

Wu You explained to him, "He has lost his memory and I don't remember many things."

Nanshan was also curious. Although she was in poor condition, she asked a few more questions and chatted with her. Chenti looked at An Wujiu with her shirt open in front of everyone, and felt strange, so he buttoned him.

"What are you doing?"

"Qukouzi? Can't you see it?" Chen Ti learned from him.

"What's the matter with you if I don't take it?"

"I'm so wronged that you can just unbutton my clothes and take off my clothes and let me touch you. I'm not allowed to dress you well."

Nanshan: "They do have some problems."

Josh: "Touch...Touch?"

Wu You pressed down the brim of the hat and manually autistic.

"Amnesia...that's even less like being born." Yang Erci replied softly.

Zhong Yirou heard it and glanced at her, "Do you think it's artificial?"

Yang Erci nodded and said nothing else.

"I suspected that he used a problematic prosthesis, which was infected by a virus, causing brain nerve disorders, but..." Zhong Yirou's voice was very low, not entirely because of weakness, but was deliberately suppressed. "The metal bones installed in his wrists are not as good as those available on the market. The probability of this prosthesis has a problem is very small, and it has a self-defense mechanism and auxiliary immune function. I suspect that someone has moved his brain nerves."

After she finished speaking, she felt very tired and took a deep breath.

Yang Erci raised his eyes and looked in An Wujiu's direction, thinking about something.

Soon, a gate suddenly appeared in the hall of the Circus Theater, exactly the same as the gate of heaven on the first floor. However, this time, the gate did not have any other puzzles or levels installed, but opened automatically.

Josh breathed a sigh of relief, "Can we finally go up to the third floor?"

They have been sleepy on this floor for too long, and one-third of the limited 72 hours have passed.

An Wujiu stood in front of the door, and his black pupils reflected the familiar spiral staircase inside the door.

"By the way," he said to everyone, "You'd better forget the stupid things I said before."

Josh was puzzled, "What are you talking about?"

An Wujiu turned his head and smiled at him like a spring breeze, "For example, I promise that everyone will definitely survive."

Qiao Xi was stunned. The man in front of him was really different. Before, he calmed everyone's anxiety when he was the most uneasy and told them firmly that he would be fine.

And now, he broke this beautiful and fragile glass cover with his own hands.

He also tried to defeat the public trust he had built himself.

"Someone will die at any time, and I will not ignore other people's lives like before, so..."

An Wujiu shrugged, "Everyone asks for good luck."

Originally, he thought that when he said something ugly, these guys would immediately forget the savior face he had at the beginning and clearly understood that he was now a complete evil man.

"You're right." Josh said, "We will protect ourselves."

After hearing this, An Wujiu showed a confused expression on his face.

"Don't worry." Josh patted his shoulder, "I know you're doing it for my own good, but I'm no longer the first one!"

Chen Ti laughed out loud and said in a realistic manner, "I know you are for our own good."

The others laughed out loud.

"Idiot." An Wujiu had nothing to say and walked towards the stairs.

The others followed him, and still had the same group attitude as if they had forgotten that this was actually a personal battle.

The altar has not mentioned what the final point reward will be. It is probably a fixed amount of points, and the survivors will share them equally.

If this is true, of course, the fewer people survive, the better.

According to the mechanism currently shown in this game, the more people on the lower floors go up, the more they are limited and the worse their physical strength. From this point of view, it coincides with the settlement mechanism he thinks.

An Wujiu was plotting in his heart and was very disdainful of his behavior of being a hero. It was like a person who was unable to understand his past self when he was in extreme emotions. So he walked alone in front of him. The spiral staircase connected to another door. Just as An Wujiu put his palm on, the door opened, which was no different from when he entered the second floor.

This layer is very cramped.

The gate is still open in the middle of a wall on the corridor, but this time the corridor on the left and right is sealed, with only a small space, like an elevator.

There were steel walls on the left and right sides. An Wujiu walked over and observed them from top to bottom. Finally, he squatted down and looked at the bottom of the steel wall. Sure enough, there was a thin slit.

It seems to be a vertically opened sliding door.

Others also came in one after another, and the door closed and could no longer be opened.

"Strange, I can't get through either side this time." Josh tried to push the steel wall on the right, without moving at all.

Shen Ti felt that An Wujiu looked very good in his gray shirt, so he exchanged a similar one for himself when he was going up the stairs. An Wujiu also noticed that his hem was not stuffed properly, and he looked like a romantic young man who had no time to sort out his love.

"Welcome to the third floor."

One is obviously the sound of artificial intelligence, with a full sense of mechanicality.

Then, a robot appeared in front of them. It was made very simple, without imitating human figures, only a simple metal skeleton.

"After completing the challenge, you can choose where you are, left or right."

"What challenge?" Josh asked.

"Assigning..."

Soon, the robot answered, “Sorting Challenge.”

"You should have seen an integer that belongs to you in your field of view, and there is no limit on the range of numbers. You cannot tell this number to anyone else, otherwise you will be regarded as a foul and you cannot continue the game. In this case, you must arrange the order according to your number sizes, from small to large."

An Wujiu did see a number suspended in the center of his vision, which is 5.

But this is his only message.

"How do we arrange this? We can't even know each other's numbers."

The robot also said, "I can help you, but you can't ask me 'who has the largest number', 'who has the smallest number' or 'who is what number'. I can only ask me questions in pairs, and I can only tell you who is bigger and who is smaller, and you can't tell specific numbers. If more than three people refuse to answer."

"Please prepare for everyone."

The robots completely ignored whether they were ready or whether they had a solution, and started the game directly.

“Sorting challenge, limited to 5 minutes.”

"Start now-"

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The author has something to say:

I should say it again. Wujiu means Wujiu, there are no black or white. He likes Shen Ti, and does not distinguish between personality. Isn’t everyone’s favorite person when they have a good temper and bad temper? And it is also written in the article. Shen Ti is quite different, so he feels that Wujiu’s personality has no effect on him. He thinks that this is An Wujiu and is very interested in him. He will not think of Wujiu as a separate person.
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