The eyes of that face are not normal, and the eyelids are thin pink, like newly-born meat. From above, the capillaries are clear and even the complete shape of the eyeballs can be seen.

The two eyeballs flexibly rotate under the almost transparent eyelids, giving off the sound of water and liquid that makes people feel "bone", as if they are the result of squeezing the glass body inside each other.

His skin was pink, like a newborn, and the corners of the upturned lips were also pinky.

... the eyes did not capture the prey he imagined in the hole.

From the top down, Bai Anyi looked at the looming face outside the tree hole.

As long as he recognized that those feet weren't "Bai Anyi", he moved.

… He walked away from the tree hole, leaning on the inside of the trunk with his back, pedaling on the dry inside trunk, and leaning himself a little bit against the gap above the tree hole with his waist.

What the man saw outside was an empty tree hole.

But as long as he stuck his head in, turning it a little ...

Bai Anyi clenched the stone knife in his hand.

In such a small place, if the comer finds him, he is dead.

But if he dies, what will Bai Anyi do?

He is not alone, his life and death are related to the existence of another person.

But the worst thing did not happen.

The man's face flickered and disappeared before the hole.

Bai Anyi did not slacken. Holding a stone knife, he stuck the folds in the tree hole with his heel. He did not move, and only used his nose to breathe, to ensure the minimum oxygen content.

At this instant, Bai Anyi's mind was exceptionally clear.

He stared at the flying dust in different colors in front of his eyes and thought about many things.

His back was soaked with sweat.

A large blue-winged insect that perched on the top of the cave landed on his face, and moved his feet to creak from his right face to his left.

Because he heard the score.

Outside, there was no footsteps stepping on the broken leaves.

Facts have proved that Bai Anyi's hiding technology is really not clever.

... therefore, the man did not leave, and was always outside the tree cave, waiting for him to go out.

Weight, the weight of the air, and the weight of a beating heart made Bai Anyi breathless.

He held a mirror and pointed at his face.

There were sparse small holes in the tree, and the light was shining inward, reflecting a confused face.

"Bai Anyi" did not appear at all.

Bai Anyi held a stone knife in her arms, thinking, what kind of skills did she wake up to?

Before he had time to test it, he was reported by Jiao Qingguang and entered the monitoring agency. After entering this world, even with the protection of "Bai Anyi", he tried it more than once, but often ended in failure.

He didn't know where to work hard, just like he knew that there was a treasure in the mountain, but he didn't know where to shovel.

"Bai Anyi" asked him not to worry, to find it slowly.

But right now, the man was just outside the tree cave, waiting patiently for his exhaustion.

What else can he do to escape birth?

After a while of confusion, Bai Anyi held the mirror in her hand, closed her eyes, and silently recited a few formulas she liked to stabilize her mind.

While chanting, he suddenly heard strange movements from outside.

A faint murmur sounded, opening his eyes.

When the sound of shivering footsteps came from the long silent tree cave, even though Bai Anyi had already prepared, he could not help but explode into a cold sweat.

He was holding the slightest bit of fluke, hoping that the man found something unusual or left urgently.

However, after the footsteps chased a few meters, they stopped.

The comer smiled and said, "I thought it was such a powerful power. It turned out to be a blinding eye?"

The rushing footsteps from outside made Bai Anyi cut off the last glimmer of hope.

He suddenly lifted his feet and shoved toward the inside of the trunk.

The bark fell down at his feet, making a crisp, cracking sound.

Just in the fallen bark, a head came in from outside the tree hole, turned over, and looked in the direction he was in.

That was an adult's head, but there were no hairs on the head, the color was pink, and the voice was soft and indistinguishable from male and female. The childlike voice wagged in the hole of the tree. Goosebumps echoed: "... you are really here."

Bai Anyi did not give him a chance to speak again.

He jumped down from the top of the tree hole he was hiding in, and stabbed his right-handed stone knife at his head!

The sound of flesh peeling in the imagination did not sound.

A snake-like arm penetrated inconceivably at an anti-ergonomic angle, catching Bai Anyi's hand in advance.

The immature voice blinked and smiled, "Catch ~ live."

Bai Anyi only saw the rust-like blood stains on his hands that had gradually solidified through the light penetrated through the hole, and his eyes burned instantly.

What happened next was not even Bai Anyi himself.

At the moment of life and death, he burst into a strong force, grabbed his arm with his left hand, and dragged the man into a tree hole with little room to dodge!

In the chaos, Bai Anyi didn't know what he had caught, but only remembered that he had clumsily locked the man's throat. He was like a pink catfish, struggling desperately and holding his elbows to his ribs.

Bai Anyi only thought about one thing.

To live, go out alive, to find Bai Xuechang.

In the end, it was Bai Anyi who was struggling to climb out of the tree hole.

When exposed to the false skylight outside, he seemed to be immersed in cold water, took a nap, and looked back at the dark tree hole.

Immediately, he lowered his head and looked at his hands.

On his hand, there were large and strange weird scars.

The threads shred his flesh with a trace of blood, filling the entire palm, and he took the blood off the back of his hand to barely see the shape of the scar.

... where's the line?

He didn't have time to think about it, and set his sights on the tree hole again.

As a scholar in the ivory tower, he is indeed more naive than ordinary people.

But again, he has his own strict logic that ordinary people cannot reach.

Just like in the laboratory, if you want to complete the experiment safely, you must eliminate all possible hidden dangers.

When Bai Anyi took it out, he hurriedly took out the stone knife in his arms and took it out. He walked to the tree hole, leaned into the hole, and fumbled and cut his veins with no reason to be bruised.

Strangely, his blood did not flow much from his neck, and the blood color was strangely pale pink, as if it had been diluted.

Bai Anyi pulled out his hand, An An quietly sat down on his knees for a while, and in order to make sure that one in ten thousand might not happen, he leaned again into the hole and nailed each of his heart and forehead.

This time, it was completely dead.

Supporting numb legs, Bai Anyi stepped in the direction of "Bai Anyi" leaving.

After taking dozens of steps, he stood firm.

"Bai Anyi" lay on the ground with a huge wooden claw nailed to her chest.

The tip of the wooden clog came in from behind him and nailed him face down on the ground. I don't know how he turned himself over.

He opened his mouth, held him with a greasy, blood-stained hand, and wanted to say something to him, and Bai Anyi waited.

But "Bai Anyi" said nothing.

Bai Anyi was looking forward, looking forward, until his fingers began to harden.

Bai Anyi kept him for a long time, until the time was up, "Bai Anyi" became more transparent and finally dissipated in a breeze.

From the clasped left palm of his hand, a strange pattern of iron medals fell out.

The iron chain is broken. Bai Anyi hasn't seen it before. It should be ripped off from the pink skin man just now.

Bai Anyi Mumu was dull, picked up the iron plate from the ground, and put it in his pocket.

He seemed to have witnessed his death with his own eyes.

Bai Anyi touched the cold, clotted blood on the ground, thinking for a while, the senior is coming back to rest, and then he needs to rest for a while.

Bai Anyi was holding the mirror and was alone on the road.

He walked in the long wasteland, as if in a silent vacuum universe, meteorite, stardust, little comet trailing the fire, slipped past him silently, and he was always alone.

With any hope, Bai Anyi looked down at herself reflected in the water from time to time.

But "Bai Anyi" never appeared.

Bai Anyi thought, has he not yet taken care of himself? Does that have to rest him?

During the aimless journey, he met an acquaintance.

The man was carrying a corpse, with a petite woman by his side, and his clothes were tattered.

The two sides turned over the dunes, separated by a distance of 100 meters, and unavoidably met each other.

But the other party did not intend to attack, just stared at him.

Bai Anyi has a very good memory. He remembers this face and the name that was pasted on the outside of his capsule.

He greeted him from a distance: "Wei Xili?"

Wei Shiliu was a little surprised: "Remember me, little glasses."

Bai Anyi smiled and answered.

Wei Shiliu took a few steps towards him, and realized that he was bearing a heavy load, and stood still.

"We just lost a teammate here." Wei Shiliu actively invited, "What is your ability? Would you like to join? Can you have a companion?"

Bai Anyi replied, "No, I'm company."

Wei Shiliu neither hurt him nor invited him with enthusiasm.

He remembered that Wei Shiliu greeted him warmly on the truck.

However, after nearly ten days have passed, he probably has no initial enthusiasm.

Bai Anyi opened his watch and took a look. Twenty-six people remained alive, and his odds rose to 1 to 8.

He wasn't so happy, he just put the data on the watch into the mirror and let the reflection inside look.

Two nights later, after a long journey, he came to a wide water.

These days, he has a poor life and can only rely on memorizing formulas to pass the loneliness in his heart.

The only accident worth mentioning was that he encountered a skinny woman lying down on the ground face down on the road.

She fell to the ground with another broken male body, next to the burnt fire.

Bai Anyi went to search for something useful on her.

Of course, because he can deeply understand his weakness, he is an insurance-oriented person.

After trying her breath, he raised the stone knife and pierced the woman's back heart.

Who would have thought that the woman suddenly burst into pain, like a fish caught on the lips and thrown ashore, rolled over, hit the ground a few times, and her blood-filled eyes stared at Bai Anyi.

Then she died.

Bai Anyi paused for a while before realizing what the trick was.

A woman's ability may be to hold her breath and survive with low circulation and low consumption.

Most people see dead bodies, and they will most likely search for what else is available on them. She used herself as a bait.

… Like lying down beside her, the thigh was shaved from the bone of the male body.

However, Bai Anyi was so proficient in making up the sword that she probably met for the first time.

Bai Anyi flipped over her, and unexpectedly gained something.

An iron plate with the same weird pattern made the look of a necklace and hung it around her neck.

Bai Anyi took out the iron card that had fallen from "Bai Anyi", and after comparing them, he bowed his head helplessly.

He had tens of millions of questions and had no chance to ask her again.

After dropping his feet by the water, Bai Anyi was bored, raised his hands, and touched the water.

The surface of the water rippled as he touched it.

No answer.

The water is dark, like a huge mouth.

Looking at his reflection, Bai Anyi became foolish.

Only at this time will Bai Anyi be awake.

... "Bai Anyi" is indeed gone.

The other person in the world who understood Bai Anyi, no matter how he called, would never come out again.

... his friend with only seven days of fate.

In a solitude, Bai Anyi's reflection in the water looking down was actually moved.

He reached out and touched the water: "Senior, come out ..."

The shadow in the water even spoke.

"My little Narcissus," said the reflection in the water. "The rest is a bit long. I have waited so long for you, sorry."

Bai Anyi's spirit shook, and she held her hands by the water: "Senior? You ... Are you okay?"

Under the snowy white moonlight, the reflection in the water smiled: "Yeah."

It reached out of the water: "Come, come to me. Want to see what it looks like in the mirror?"

Bai Anyi naturally hands up.

When dragged into the water by a mighty force, he couldn't tell whether he was calm or panic.

Countless water was squeezed into his lungs, and when the blood vessels in his lungs were split, across the water, he could vaguely see that two figures stood by the water.

"I don't know what he saw."

"What he wants to see, what I can give him. Are you sure the brand is on him?"

"I'll know when he gets him up."

The buoyancy of the water pushed him up. He wanted to see who killed him. He didn't want to fall into a mess, but Bai Anyi's hair just came to the surface, and he was pressed hard by a cold hand--

Drowning is an extremely long process, so Bai Anyi's mind flashed through many fragments.

The two years with Jiao Qingguang ended in his pitying eyes, just like the parents who sent their children to quit the internet addiction school, and thought that it was for the children's good.

Get along with "Bai Anyi" for seven days, every frame is vivid.

Who killed him? Who killed himself again?

Who is holding the iron sign?

He hasn't figured out what happened, he can't die.

If he wants to see him and save him, he cannot die.

Holding such a thought, Bai Anyi sank to the bottom, like a narcissus in Greek mythology, and died following her own shadow.

Bai Anyi died in the hands of a psionicist who was good at making hallucinations. Unknown name, unknown identity.

...

Time goes back to now.

"Bai Anyi" is not concerned about many issues and is very organized. Most importantly, like Bai Anyi, he has a strong ability to accept reality.

Knowing the cause of death of Bai Anyi's previous life, "Bai Anyi" has already asked important things.

"Don't know who killed him?" "Bai Anyi" said, "It's like him."

He asked again: "He agrees to lend you his body?"

After getting a positive answer, "Bai Anyi" muttered: "Don't discuss it with me."

Immediately afterwards, "Anny Bai" asked a third question: "Who are you?"

This question is directed at Lou Ying.

"His facilitator." Lou Ying pointed to Chi Xiaochi and introduced himself. "The power is data decomposition, and the name is something in the pool."

Chi Xiaochi: "..."

"Just kidding." Lou Ying laughed, "Chi Jiangyu."

After a preliminary consensus was reached, "Bai Anyi" was also less hostile to them.

They camped in the grove.

In the last-day world, Chi Xiaochi exchanged ten military tents, high-powered hand-cranked power generation boxes, fully automatic cookers, electric ovens, various tools, and even high-quality **** skins.

When he took out the range hood, "Any Anyi" tilted his head and said, "His power is Doraemon?"

Chi Xiaochi put the dissected snake into the bottom of the pot, stabbed, and the oil scented: "What is his power, don't you know?"

"Bai Anyi" thought about it and replied, "He is no different from normal times."

After having dinner, "Bai Anyi" released the power avatar and returned to Bai Anyi's body.

For those who are not Bai Anyi, he is not interested.

For safety, Lou Ying and Chi Xiaochi slept in the same tent.

Lou Ying asked him, "What are you going to do?"

Chi Xiaochi said: "Iron medal, Fanpi. There are enough clues, and the next thing is to investigate."

"How to investigate? Bai Anyi's ability is unclear, your body ..."

"Ok--"

Chi Xiaochi stretched his arms and covered his eyes.

"Uh, uh, uh ~"

Lou Ying laughed out of the strange sound he made when he meditated: "Think slowly, I don't urge you."

Chi Xiaochi turned his head to the side and showed an eye under his arm: "Speaking of it, how do you make yourself look like this?"

He spread his arms, touched his mask, lifted it a little, and frowned angrily.

Lou Ying looked sideways at him: "Do you like me like this?"

Ikkoike froze a little, blushing, and moved his body unconsciously.

Lou Ying turned her body completely to the side, exposing the shiny studs on her right ear, and whispered, "Re-introduction yourself, Chi Jiangyu. The power is especially fond of you."

Chi Xiaochi leaned over his face: "Nasty."

Lou Ying: "I'm serious about you, and you feel unreal. What about it?"

He seriously said: "I'm not the brother of your neighbor's house. I help you with homework assignments, copy formulas and sort out wrong questions all day, I think ..."

Ji Xiaochi suddenly turned over and sat up.

Lou Ying wondered: "What?"

Chi Xiaochi said urgently: "Formulas! Which formulas did he memorize?"

Lou Ying quickly responded: "Bai Anyi? In the tree cave?"

Lou Ying's computer memory came in handy at this moment.

He recalled: "The first ... AdS / CFT holographic duality? 'AdS' = 'CFT', referring to 'a gravitational system is equivalent to conformal field theory at its boundaries'. It's just an assumption Inference, there is no realistic basis. "

Chi Xiaochi meditated again, shaking his head: "Not this."

"1 / u1 / v = 1 / f, the lens imaging formula."

Chi Xiaochi read it again.

Still nothing happened.

Did he guess wrong?

Chi Xiaochi hesitated for a moment: "Are there any?"

"Dx / Ax = dy / Ay = dz / Az, the vector line equation."

Chi Xiaochi closed his eyes and finished his meditation.

And when Chi Xiaochi opened his eyes again, it caught his eyes and made him speechless for a moment.

The dust that had been hanging over his eyes spread out, and in his palm, there was a light blue light twirling round and round. When his fingertips moved, there was substance.

Lou Ying suddenly had a hint of surprise: "The Pink Man in the tree hole ..."

Chi Xiaochi looked at the middle of the palm, and the mottled blue light floating in the palm of his palm reflected in his eyes, beautiful.

He said: "... strangled by vector lines."