"Why do you think I'm lying?" An Wujiu asked.

"Nothing." Zhong Yirou changed the subject, "Fortunately, there is this mechanical bone, and this synthetic metal has high hardness, otherwise your wrist will be ruined." Zhong Yirou turned her head, grabbed An Wujiu's intact hand, and shook his wrist and five fingers.

Then she said to herself, "I'd love to cut your hand open..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the dazzling light made Zhong Yirou unable to open her eyes. She spread her hands to cover her eyes, "What are you doing, the man in the mask? I didn't say I'm going to cut it open now!"

Chen Ti then re-appeared the flashlight in his hand against An Wujiu's wrist.

Zhong Yirou rolled her eyes, "I just touched her and felt something was wrong with his bones. I wanted to see what was wrong, but I can't scan it now."

Although Zhong Yirou didn't say it clearly, An Wujiu also understood what she meant. Her wrist bones were artificial metals, and other bones.

"My memories were probably also artificially cleared." An Wujiu confessed his guess directly to her.

Zhong Yirou raised her eyebrows, her expression seemed to be skeptical, "Have your hippocampus neurons been tampered with?"

After all, she was a prosthetic doctor and had seen any strange surgery. So after thinking about it, she said another possibility: "Maybe it was removed selectively, and then a new insert was encoded."

Chen Ti, who was standing beside him, began to shine the back of An Wujiu's head with a flashlight. Zhong Yirou called her back. She closed her tail, cut off the thread with scissors, wiped the blood from An Wujiu's skin, and applied some medicine.

"Does it hurt?" Zhong Yirou asked, "Put you a shot of endorphin?"

"No, it's okay." An Wujiu answered truthfully, his speech was still not fast, and he seemed very calm.

"Okay, that thing is so expensive, I can't bear to leave it." Zhong Yirou didn't know what to say. After being injured to this extent, the person in front of her had no reaction at all, and even the deep suture without anesthesia was only slightly painful.

An Wujiu observed Zhong Yirou calmly and found that the virtual machine interface in her brain was exposed. Behind her ear, the black carbon arc ring extending from the interface directly bypassed the right earlobe and wore it on her head like a special kind of jewelry.

Subconsciously, An Wujiu went to see Chen Ti again, but he wore a helmet and An Wujiu got nothing.

Zhong Yirou discovered his intention and told him directly: "Ours were installed before entering the altar. If we had drilled our skull and installed a brain machine before, even if we had money and installed it well before, we would have been uninstalled before coming in. Now we are all virtual experience machines inside the altar."

As she said that, she turned her head to look at An Wujiu's ears, but found that it was different from hers. There was no sensory hub ring on his auricle.

"Let me see where are your interface?" She murmured to herself, put away the tools and turned over and gently grabbed An Wujiu's hair. "Your hair is longer than mine." She twisted her hair with her hands, a little surprised, "It turned out to be true." After saying that, she seemed to suddenly remember something, "By the way, I just wanted to check it."

Zhong Yirou turned around, pinched An Wujiu's face with her hands, and pulled it, and carefully observed the pores and tiny light-colored fluff on her face.

"Your face is also real, not bought it." She couldn't help but sigh, "There are too few natural handsome guys now, and many of them have changed their faces before they become adults."

"Is face important?" An Wujiu asked.

Zhong Yirou raised her eyebrows, "Of course, what are you thinking." She shook her head, "In the world, violence, hallucinogens and sex are all hard currency. To put it bluntly, beauty is a kind of sexual ability? Especially natural beauty, those rich people hate to pinch the same cell faces. Do you know what a cell face is? It is the epidermis that is cultivated with human skin tissue. It sounds like a dou, but in fact the skin in the Petri dish is so weird, like rubber..."

Speaking of this industry, Zhong Yirou talked a lot. But An Wujiu didn't feel much about his appearance and didn't think this was a rare characteristic.

Zhong Yirou held An Wujiu's chin and looked at his face carefully, and came to a conclusion, "But it seems that your face is not as good as you can't get the current technology. This skull and the shape of this eye are really good..."

The stern flashlight shot wildly on An Wujiu's head to remind Zhong Yirou that it was time to do serious things. But Zhong Yirou glanced at him, "Male mask, why do you wear a mask? Could it be disfigured?"

An Wujiu also turned his head to look at him, but Chen Ti shrugged, as if he was accusation. Zhong Yirou's face showed some insincere pity, "I have good plastic surgery skills, and I guarantee that I can have a good face. Although I can't become a handsome guy, I absolutely don't need to wear a mask."

"And the price is fair and the old man is innocent, how about it? Think about it?" As soon as the money was mentioned, Zhong Yirou's beautiful eyes began to shine.

But Chen Ti just shook his head and pointed the flashlight at An Wujiu's head.

"Don't forget it." Zhong Yirou curled her lips, no longer continuing to promote her plastic surgery skills, and lowered her head to concentrate on checking the back of An Wujiu's head.

"Touched."

The two interfaces are located one inch above the tips of An Wujiu's ears 45 degrees above, respectively, and are hidden in his hair. A very small square bulge is the closed threshold of the liquid metal electrode. "Your virtual machine is different from ours, and the electrodes are also different. Why?"

She was puzzled and tried to open the closed threshold, but found that the entire virtual machine is currently in the terminated program state.

"I can't open it." Zhong Yirou used several tools to try it, and even used forced-open encoding to operate it, but none of them succeeded. "No. This startup program is a built-in encryption program, and I can't do it."

An Wujiu understood this, "It doesn't matter, I'm in the altar now, which means it is operating internally. Perhaps some of the procedures have been suspended."

Zhong Yirou was a little dissatisfied with this. After all, she thought she was a prosthetic doctor with very strong business skills. After thinking about it, Zhong Yirou clapped her hands, "By the way, I can help you install a sensory hub ring. Your lack of pain may be related to this."

She took out a metallic grey flowing ring from her tool kit, which stuck in An Wujiu's auricle at one end and the magnetic sensing device chain on the other end outside his hidden interface.

"This is the latest generation of space silicon carbide, which is much easier to use than what we installed in our heads. It was originally reserved for me. I will install it first, and it will not take effect in the altar. If I can go out alive from this round, I will load you in the real world and your bones, and I will scan it."

An Wujiu also expressed his gratitude to Zhong Yirou.

"I will help you." His tone was gentle and sincere. Zhong Yirou was not used to it yet, so she just smiled, "Then there is no need, just give money, ten thousand sanctuaries."

Zhong Yirou just said casually and stretched out her hand. After all, ten thousand sanctuaries are enough to smuggle half a box of space silicon carbide materials in the real world.

Unexpectedly, An Wujiu immediately retrieved the panel and then entered Zhong Yirou's name in the transfer interface. After confirming his personal information, he transferred the money without hesitation.

When he heard the prompt, Zhong Yirou realized that the speed of her money-guarding slave was shocked for a moment and had nothing to say.

What a happy day this is? I met a pair of prodigal sons at one time.

Just as he was sighing, the fourth person broke into the porch of the lounge. It was Wu You.

"Why are you all here?" He held the door with his hand, hesitating if he was about to come in.

"Look at what the lounge looks like." Zhong Yirou carried the tool kit on her back again, grabbed the rope with both hands and tied it around her slender waist, and tied it with a knot.

Wu You glanced at it with some caution, and suddenly spoke out in an extremely straightforward manner, mentioning topics that several people had never discussed before, and even avoided the discussion.

"Will you join Yang Ming?"

Zhong Yirou was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "The child is just direct."

"I'm not a child." Wu You stood up straight and frowned slightly, "I'm sixteen years old."

"Puff, okay." She had to raise her hands and surrender, "You are not you are not."

However, this kind of appearance that directly expresses your wishes to strangers is not mature no matter how you look at it.

"At least he won't join forces with me." An Wujiu said slowly, "no matter what position he stands."

"That's true." Zhong Yirou nodded, "Yang Ming may be trying his best to figure it out now, thinking about how to kill you."

Wu You looked at Zhong Yirou and asked, "What about you? Why are you so pleased An Wujiu so much? Could it be that the red line you connected to is him, right?"

Zhong Yirou showed a puzzled expression, "What are you talking about?"

Wu You pointed to the tool kit she was carrying, "I saw it all, you sewed the wound on his hand. You really have a crush on An Wujiu."

"I have a crush on him?" Zhong Yirou sneered, "I have a crush on you."

Seeing them having a small fight, An Wujiu actually had the illusion that this was not a survival game, but only for one second. Although he was not used to it at the beginning, now he also understood the rules of this game.

Zhong Yirou patted his shoulder, "I tell you, you can't just give up so easily. If you really lose your memory, then you will be a novice in this game. I can tell you with great mercy that you can't be soft-hearted when participating in any game in the altar, otherwise you will definitely lose."

An Wujiu's mouth raised slightly straight, "But you can't be reckless."

Zhong Yirou was stunned, "...it's true. But no matter what game you get the worst card and stay in the worst situation without resisting, the situation will be even worse. Just like a worthless person, how can you survive?"

An Wujiu didn't speak.

It is indeed difficult for people who have no value to survive.

But a worthless person can be invisible from intrigue. Especially the invincible dangerous person in the legend, once he loses and retreats and retreats, his opponent will relax and his self-esteem will be greatly expanded, so that he, a worthless person, will not take him seriously.

This is the only way An Wujiu can escape without hesitation.

He was seriously injured, had no supplies, and was not the highest number of blood. He was regarded as the strongest person by everyone, which was the biggest obstacle to victory.

To win, you have to lose.

"Why don't you speak?" Zhong Yirou sighed, "I have never seen a guy like you who can't plot against others at the altar. Although Yang Ming has very few blood bars and cannot duel directly with you, he will definitely use other people..."

Before they could finish speaking, a harsh alarm suddenly sounded in the room, and then their familiar holy voice appeared.

"The player initiates a duel."

Chen Ti, who was standing aside, whistled, but it didn't sound, which was a little embarrassed.

No one expected peace to be so short.

"Initiator: Robber Rogue Character - Liu Chengwei"

"The side of the fight: Intern - An Wujiu"

"The duel will start in three minutes. Please ask both parties to come to the duel room on the right side of the reception room. The respondents are not allowed to refuse the duel, otherwise the blood bar of this round will be deducted directly."
Chapter completed!