An Wujiu's answers to the question made him even more anxious.

He could only pull An Wujiu into his arms and press his hand on his back, trying to give An Wujiu a little more secure.

"I see."

If the younger sister was only seven years old at that time, An Wujiu would not be much older.

An Wujiu was not sober, and many strange scenes surged into his mind, like waste paper scattered all over the floor, and it was too late to pick it up.

He thought of the question of Chenwei in a daze, so he said, "I was ten years old at that time, three years older than her."

From An Wujiu's words, Chen Ti felt the pain in his heart for the first time in his life, as if his heart was connected to An Wujiu's one.

"You remember she escaped, do you?"

An Wujiu's forehead pressed against his shoulder and nodded slightly.

"She is so small, it's possible..."

He has long been gone.

"She is not as smart as Noah, a little spoiled, she has to look for me for everything." An Wujiu said, suddenly he was even more swallowed.

The memories that seemed to have been cleared returned, and he was sure that this was true, because these memories could truly make him suffer.

"This is all a matter of possibility." Chen Ti comforted him, "We try to find it, maybe she is doing well now?"

An Wujiu knew that he was trying to comfort him, and he also understood that this moment was not the time to be sad.

He took a deep breath and retreated from his careful arms. Although his face was pale, he exuded a kind of dull determination, as if these things were normal to him.

"I am twenty years old this year. I was ten when I was kidnapped. According to the information Gabriel helped find out, my mother died ten years ago."

An Wujiu analyzed calmly and calmly, as if he had separated his feelings and reason from him, in front of Shen Ti.

Although Chen Ti felt sad, he also understood that An Wujiu was a person who could not indulge in sadness. He had to keep moving towards his target so that he would not hurt.

So Chen Ti took An Wujiu's hand and walked with him and said, "What you mean is that your mother died in the year when you and your sister had an accident."

An Wujiu said "yes" lightly, "But in my memory, she sent me and my sister into the car. A self-driving car, the destination seemed to be very far away. I only remember that the mileage was expected to be very long. But the car was hit by another car in the middle and we were taken away."

After saying that, An Wujiu frowned slightly, "Why didn't she go with us?"

This is also the strange point of Chen Tie.

According to Gabriel's finding, An Wujiu's mother was forcibly taken away because of her fantasy, and combined with An Wujiu's previous statement about burning the house, it was consistent.

If you put the children in the car because of your imagination, it always feels a little strange.

"Is it possible..." Chen Ti guessed, "Do you want to lure the tiger out of the mountain?"

An Wujiu was stunned. He had never thought of this reason.

Standing by the elevator door was an old man with a hunched back, white man with silver hair, skinny and bone-skinny, and his ankles were made of metal.

His hands were originally placed in the pocket of his old coat, but when he saw them coming, he pulled them out.

Chen Ti took a closer look and walked over with An Wujiu. The elevator door just opened, so they followed him in.

He was cautious and cautious. Seeing that the old man who turned his back to them was not pressing the floor for a long time, he did not press it, but instead reminded him.

The other party responded twice, saying that he forgot and was very sorry, and then pressed the 13th floor. Chen Ti stretched out his hand and pressed the floor. It was not the 43 where Yang Erci lived, but 44.

An Wujiu felt the meaning behind Chen Ti's silence in tacit understanding, and he also looked at the old man in front of him. There was a smell of decay of vegetation on his body, and the back of his neck was covered with brown age spots, like an old tree.

The reflective inner wall of the elevator reflected the old man's dry hands. He opened his coat and reached in.

Just as he was about to turn around, An Wujiu stood in front of Chen Ti, and this subconscious mind shocked Chen Ti.

But what the other party took out from the coat was not the gun they thought they were going to be, but a thick old book.

There was a false alarm, and An Wujiu put down his hand.

The old man whispered in ambiguously, the sound was like a purr from his throat. An Wujiu could only vaguely recognize a few words, but he kept repeating them, repeating them all the time.

An Wujiu reluctantly connected these into one sentence.

"God is coming, follow me, and you will witness the resurrection of the Lord of the World..."

He held a thick book covered with dust in his dry hands, trying to stuff it into An Wujiu's hand. This was so strange that An Wujiu resisted subconsciously, and Chen Ti reached out to shove the strange old man, and the book fell to the ground with a bang.

The cover of the book is brown-green and suede. There is a trace of being scratched by sharp claws in the middle, which looks like it is drawn.

The book fell off, and the old man looked up and accidentally met Chenwei's eyes. He seemed to be frightened. He kept retreating, leaning his back against the elevator door, screaming without warning.

The 13th floor suddenly arrived.

The elevator door opened and the old man almost fell down. He trembled and retreated out. The vague voice in his mouth became sharp and loud. He shouted to escape, like a madman.

"You will see it! You will see it with your own eyes!"

This echoed between the elevator and the corridor, like a ghost. The elevator door was about to close, and An Wujiu suddenly pressed the door opening button.

"A little strange, I'll go out and have a look."

Chen Ti also chased him out.

But strangely, in just a moment, the person had disappeared.

"That man should be a cult too."

An Wujiu nodded, but he didn't catch up with the book, and they didn't take it. They were afraid that Yang Erci and others would decide to go there first. When they returned to the elevator, the book was gone, and it was probably picked up by someone else.

I don’t know if it was because of the memory recovery, An Wujiu became more suspicious. He always felt that this person was not accidental. In this way, he thought and followed Chen Ti to Yang Erci’s residence.

Soon, the door of the apartment opened, and Noah was the one who opened the door. She said to An Wujiu and Shen Ti, and said, "Sister Erci and Sister Yirou are repairing the host computer."

"Repair the host?" An Wujiu and Shen Ti looked at each other, entered the room, followed Noah to the studio, and saw that both of them were indeed cats in front of the workbench.

Chen Ti saw Zhong Yirou sitting on Yang Erci's chair handle, close to her, and deliberately coughed twice.

"What's wrong? This is?"

Zhong Yirou was startled by him and got up from the chair.

"You are here." Yang Erci also turned around and said concisely, "Sit."

An Wujiu looked at the host, and his eyes accidentally fell on the desktop beside Yang Erci, and his whole body was stiff.

How could it be...

The book they left in the elevator actually appeared on Yang Erci's workbench!

Chen Ti also saw it, and he asked calmly: "Where did this book come from?"

Yang Erci glanced at him, "Oh, Noah just took it in, and said that someone knocked on the door and had to stuff it into her."

An Wujiu turned to see Noah, who nodded and described the person's appearance.

"I thought it was Brother Wujiu that you arrived before I opened the door. But the result was an old man with silver hair, who was so nagging, dressed in a ragged manner. He stuffed this book to me and left."

After she said that, she stretched her hands on the chair behind and sat on it.

Things are getting weirder.

An Wujiu walked over and picked up the book, intending to flip it over and see what it was inside.

But he couldn't turn it around.

Not only him, but everyone present tried it except Chen Ti, and no one opened even the first page.

"I'll try?"

A series of things were extremely magical, and Chen Ti was wondering if he had left the altar. He took the book and tried to open the cover.

But there seemed to be a powerful force in the dark that stopped his movements, but Chen Ti was a stubborn person, and even if he felt it, he would open it.

Unexpectedly, I really opened a page for him, but I couldn't turn it around again.

This page seems to be the title page, the paper is yellow and there are many words that you can't understand. It is originally a strange language and uses ancient flower bodies, which makes it even more difficult to identify.

Although An Wujiu couldn't understand what was written on it, he felt familiar.

There is also such a book in his memory, but the color of the cover seems to be different.

He tried hard to recall, vaguely remembering that it was red.

Blood-like red.

Chen Ti spread the book flat on the sofa, held An Wujiu and sat down. He felt his hands were a little cold. Chen Ti grabbed his hand and wrapped it in his palm.

Yang Erci turned the swing chair and rubbed his temples, "My host seems to be infected with the virus. It was still good last night. Now I can't cast the screen for you."

"Virus?" An Wujiu asked, "What is it like?"

"It's strange, it's turned into a green patch now." Yang Erci still tried to cast it for them. As she said, there was only a sticky green patch, which was uncomfortable.

"I was just checking the email and suddenly a new letter appeared. The sender was a stranger. I didn't click it. Unexpectedly, I was hit when I closed the email. First, a video appeared, just like a monster-style horror game trailer, and it became like this after it was released."

An Wujiu looked at the holographic green, and felt a little strange in his heart.

"Is the game trailer also related to faith?"

Yang Erci recalled, "Forget it, but it is not the conventional Western belief, it is not that beautiful."

The nightmare she had was like a trailer, and these disgusting and weird things appeared first in her dream.

An Wujiu turned his head and looked at the book, and his doubts became deeper and deeper.

"Not to talk about this for now."

Yang Erci's host was damaged, but fortunately she had the foresight and copied all the information she had sorted out last night and sent it to Zhong Yirou.

Zhong Yirou showed An Wujiu little by little as she asked, and Yang Erci said her guesses aside.

She was a little surprised. When An Wujiu heard this, his face was expressionless, as if he was not surprised or unexpected.

After they finished speaking, An Wujiu spoke.

"I understand." His voice was very soft. He had thought about all these suspicions, which coincided with what Gabriel said.

"You guessed it should be right."

Yang Erci was a little sure of it, but he couldn't be happy when he heard An Wujiu's affirmation. She suddenly felt a little sympathy for the person in front of her who seemed to be victorious, although this was not something An Wujiu needed.

An Wujiu was a little helpless after giving him an extra day of rest. After staying in the altar for a long time, he seemed to have forgotten how to live in real life.

Chen Ti watched him sitting outside the floor-to-ceiling window in a daze. At night, the light flooded the city hit An Wujiu, making him look weird. He was as blank as a screen casting cloth, emptiness to accept everything the world gave him.

"Don't want to sleep?" He sat next to An Wujiu and handed him the hot milk in his hand.

An Wujiu thanked him softly, took the milk and took a sip of it, and his paralyzed internal organs seemed to have received a brief and smooth comfort.

"I can't see the stars at all." Chen Ti looked out the window, "No one."

"Yes." An Wujiu said in agreement, looking at the night sky.

The aircraft flew around like a ghost in the air, wandering non-stop. An Wujiu suddenly thought of Gabriel's words, saying that the more advanced the technology is, the more empty the human beings are.

The more empty you are, the more you want to have a place for your thoughts, such as faith.

"Do you believe there is a god in this world?" he asked Chen Ti.

He raised his head intently and smiled casually, "I don't believe it."

"Are you so sure?" An Wujiu turned to look at him.

Chen Ti leaned over and touched him with his forehead, smiling like a child, "Of course not sure."

"And how should God define it? Human faith is not necessarily supernatural."

An Wujiu lowered his eyes, his eyelashes swayed slightly, "Yes."

Today's human beings rely too much on and believe in technology, so they almost began to gradually lose their true nature.

The replaced organs can be replaced by artificial, artificial, bones, and skins can be replaced by rubber.

When it reaches what point, people cannot be regarded as human beings.

"If it were now, the fastest and most convenient way of preaching would not be like the old man today." An Wujiu chuckled.

"What is that?" Chen Ti leaned on him.

"For example, civic chips, networks and other things, everyone has to use them, every day. These things have become an indivisible organ of human beings."

This is true.

Chen Ti suddenly thought, "If I were God, I would definitely not want to occupy the earth."

An Wujiu felt that his statement was absurd, but he couldn't help but ask: "Why?"

"Humans are really boring. They can see through it at a glance. What can they sacrifice to me? If I were God, of course I had everything. What those believers would do would only cause me trouble."

An Wujiu felt that he was inexplicably childish in his words, "Is that so? Then a god like you should be very lonely."

Hearing this sentence, Chen Ti suddenly stopped and his head tilted slightly, making An Wujiu think of some cute little animal, and his mood improved a lot without realizing it.

"you're right."

Chen Ti suddenly raised his hand and hugged An Wujiu, "Then you just want to be my believer."

An Wujiu pretended to be cold, "I am an atheist."

Chen Ti was half-coquettish, "It's not true, can you lie to me?"

"Okay, okay." An Wujiu was shaken by him, "I agree."

Chen Ti thought he had succeeded and was quite proud, but he didn't expect An Wujiu to suddenly raise his hand.

"Although I don't believe in God, I won't let you be alone."

An Wujiu said softly, holding his cautious face with both hands and printing a pious kiss between his forehead.
Chapter completed!