Survivorship Bias

    Shen Ti's words caused An Wujiu to change his state briefly.

    "Together?"

    An Wujiu's expression was a little confused when he repeated the four words.

    So Shen Ti immediately discovered that his state had changed.

    But in the next moment, An Wu Jiu laughed, the corners of his mouth curved making people unconsciously terrified. He lowered his head and opened the game panel while talking.

    "You're right, I'm not that stingy. The fun of chaos, it's boring to be monopolized by one person."

    After buying the bullet, he grabbed it with his right hand, lowered his head to change the bullet quickly and skillfully, then raised his eyes and smiled at Shen Ti, "However, I don't like you very tentative. guy."

    "It's endless."

    The voice fell, An Wujiu raised the gun, crossed Shen Ti's body and hit a monster that had reappeared.

    Shen Ti didn't know whether An Wujiu's last sentence was aimed at the monster behind him or him.

    But this sentence inevitably had an impact on him.

    Want to try a one-on-one strategy?

    "It appeared again." Wu You looked at the monsters, so he also exchanged a weapon from his panel, which was the machine gun that An Wujiu said should be exchanged.

      The tip of a tentacle is a mouth full of fangs. When it is opened, mucus overflows from the gap between the teeth and makes a sharp whistle.

    The voice was like viscous syrup, sticking in the throat, making it inaudible, like a repeated, unfamiliar language.

    Wu You is a little unfamiliar with machine guns. The monster in front of him fell down, and the splash of mucus made him nauseous.

    The tentacles continued to grow forward, faster than they thought. Shen Ti threw the incendiary bombs that had not been used up before, creating a wall of fire with precision.

    The opportunity is here.

    An Wujiu needed a continuous firing weapon, he shouted at Wu You, "Give me the gun!"

    Wu You was about to throw the gun, but a thick tentacle covered with synovial fluid quickly stabbed An Wujiu sideways through the fire wall.

    "Be careful!"

    An Wujiu turned his head, a second before the huge tentacles attacked him, a wooden sword with golden light appeared and cut off the tip of the tentacles.

    It is the sword of Nanshan.

    Nan Shan seals Yujian with both hands, her lips are extremely pale, "You go to the other side first, I will break it later!"

    Backing is not the answer.

    An Wujiu frowned, this place is different from the previous two floors, it is not a circular corridor, even if they retreat, it is a dead end.

    Is it really necessary to annihilate these monsters, the door to the large room in the middle will be opened?

    “What did you find over there?” An Wujiu asked Josh.

    Josh replied in a panic, "Only found a ball, made of metal, very small, in Nanshan."

    "Metal ball?"

    Not the kind of clues it used to be.

    Wu You guessed that these monsters are supernatural products, only Nanshan can compete with them on the field, and his peach wood sword can ward off evil spirits, maybe it is really useful.

    But he was worried about Nan Shan's physical strength at this time. If Zhong Yirou was used as a reference, Nan Shan should have been completely unconscious at this time. He was forcibly overdrawing his physical strength with a spell.

    This peach wood sword is indeed slaying demons and slaying demons now, but without Nanshan, this is a fake sword that cuts grass.

    As Wu You thought, Nanshan obviously felt powerless. When chanting the mantra, the mantra was scattered and could not be condensed. And those tentacles that were cut open in front of them gave birth to many new tentacles, and it was almost endless.

    An Wujiu is still aiming at the gun, he wants to know where the vital points of these monsters are.

    Header?

    But even if he was shot, he was still able to act.

    Neither tentacles.

    The wall of fire blocked the monster and also interfered with his vision.

    "No blame!" Josh grabbed him and ran back, "Go! They're coming!"

    "You can't hold it!" Wu You was reluctant to leave. He held a machine gun and shot the monsters behind the fire wall.

    "Don't worry about me," Nan Shan's face was pale, her trembling hands supported the knot in front of her chest, "Children can't risk their lives..."

    He didn't finish speaking, he took a half step back as if he couldn't resist the power, the peach wood sword in the air also stagnated for a few seconds, and finally did not recover, the golden light instantly extinguished, and the wooden sword went straight to the ground fall.

    But it didn't actually land.

    One toe picked up, the peach wood sword rebounded and rose, and was finally held by a black gloved hand.

    "Nanshan, lend it to me."

    The hilt of the sword was held in the palm of his hand, Shen Ti only felt that a huge resistance was transmitted from the wooden sword to his body, and even the blood could feel the vibration.

    Incompatible but tamable.

    But soon, the ringing stopped, and a new force flowed back into the sword along the wooden handle.

    "Watch out for tentacles!"

    The tentacles hit the red dot on his forehead, and just before they touched it, Shen Ti cut it off with a peach wood sword.

    An Wujiu frowned immediately.

    This wooden sword is in his hand, why does it work?

    Shen Ti doesn't know how to use a sword, but just now he observed the movement of the Taomu sword in the air, imitating and reproducing it quickly, the speed of beheading is getting faster and faster ruthless.

    At the same time, the palm of his hand holding the sword seemed to have a wound open, bleeding out, and the bright red blood flowed along the sword body and reached the tip of the sword.

    The peach wood sword suddenly burst into light, but it was not the golden light that appeared when Nanshan Yujian was used, but the scarlet light mist.

    At the moment of the turning point, Nanshan gradually lost consciousness, only the dim red firelight and the chaotic green of mucus were in front of his eyes.

    Wu You caught him behind him before he fell.

    At the moment when Nanshan tilted her body, An Wujiu caught a small ball shining with metallic luster, falling from Nanshan's pocket and falling to the ground, Then start scrolling.

    An Wujiu tried to pick up the ball, but his eyes followed the ball for a long time.

    He suddenly found a problem.

    Josh is very strange, An Wu Jiu clearly saw the metal ball, why didn't he pick it up.

    "No blame?" He prepared to bend over to pick it up.

    “Wait a moment.” An Wujiu stopped him, “Don’t move.”

    He just stood there, watching the ball roll toward the ordering service passage, rolling further and further away, without showing any signs of stopping.

    "No fault, why not pick it up?"

    "Because the ball should have stopped."

    An Wujiu only gave him an inexplicable sentence.

    What does it mean?

    An Wujiu squatted down, put one knee on the floor, and pressed his palm to the ground, as if he was observing something.

    "But it didn't stop."

    The whole baby making factory consists of a "honeycomb" built against the wall and a production line. The various sections of the assembly line are connected together like a small maze.

    A pleasant piano music is playing in the space, with a melodious sound.

    From Yang Erci's ears, this is no different from human beings who massage and listen to music to cattle in order to eat more delicious beef.

    She looked up and couldn't find a place to play music. Surprisingly, she didn't find a surveillance camera either.

    [To provide you with the most private and secure service. ]

    In the middle of the piano music, some such vocal announcements will be inserted from time to time, probably the advertisement of this surrogacy factory, to give psychological hints to those "customers" who come to order and visit the assembly line.

    Yang Erci's current position is at the beginning of the production line, that is, the concentrated waiting area for conception.

    This is a conveyor belt that rolls forward slowly, with a guarded robot standing on the right, and a long flow table on the left. The table is clean and conveys the pregnant mother.

    But it was cut off by glass and Yang Erci couldn't touch it.

    Every one of them stood on the orderly round platform of the conveyor belt, lined up in a single queue and was transported to a huge transparent cabin, which contained many robotic arms that were only operating.

    According to the instruments attached to these robotic arms and their operating procedures, this is where the fertilized embryos are transferred into their bodies.

    Looking back, Yang Erci found something unusual. Those "honeycombs" that she thought would surround and leave no gaps were not fully built, there was a place in the corner behind her. blank wall.

    No, not blank.

    She saw some English words on the wall, like door signs.

    There is a hidden door.

    Yang Erci squinted, trying to recognize the English above.

    Power distribution…

    [To provide you with the most private and secure service. ]

    The voice appeared again, disrupting Yang Erci's thoughts.

    Looking far away, she turned her head.

    Yang Erci's front and back are different women, wearing outdated clothes, her white coat looks out of place. Although everyone has different faces, they all seem to have lost their souls, neither speaking nor responding.

    Most of these women are Southeast Asian faces, with obvious facial features, and many Caucasian looks. There are relatively more black people and few East Asians, so Yang Erci saw Zhong Yirou's back at a glance. Not far in front of her, her loose black curly hair had an anachronistic and vibrant beauty in this place.

    Like these women, Zhong Yirou seems to be just a consignment product, but at least she didn't faint. Yang Erci looked at them, and there were seven women between them.

    Oddly, the back of her neck hurts. Yang Erci reached out and touched it, and at the same time glanced at the back of the neck of the previous woman.

    Number.

    There is a series of numbers on the back of her neck, and even a slightly raised square.

    Yang Erci touched it, it was probably a chip.

    At the same time, she found that every time they were sent a distance of about thirty centimeters, a horizontal red laser would appear in the sky, like a border, a door.

    When they penetrate the laser, the laser also penetrates the back of their neck, scanning the chip on the neck.

    [In information input, the total number of transplants to be transplanted: 54, the number of people who passed: 54, no omissions. ]

    Listening to this information, Yang Erci's conjecture was verified.

    The conveyor belt continued to move forward slowly, and soon, Zhong Yirou, who was in front, was about to be sent to the embryo transfer cabin.

    Yang Erci felt a little panic, she forced herself to calm down.

    Insert the ad again in the piano song.

    [To provide you with the most private and secure service. ]

    If it is recorded with a chip, will these artificial intelligences have the function of face recognition and scanning?

    She stretched out her hand and shook it in front of the robot in front of her, without getting any interaction.

    Several 30 cm laser lines passed in a row, and the next one was coming soon. Seeing that he was about to move before the red laser, Yang Erci took a step back and got down from the round platform after thinking.

    The red laser scans the circular platform to send out a buzzing alarm, and the robot beside it also starts to move. It raises an arm, and the mechanical finger emits a blue laser, which seems to be tracking the chip. Location.

    Yang Erci felt wrong. She took a step forward, and the blue laser almost penetrated her body. Fortunately, she dodged in time, and the target of the laser was missed, and finally hit Yang Erci. Glass bezel on the left.

    The glass baffle shattered.

    The red laser on the top scanned Yang Erci's body again, the buzzing stopped, and the robot retracted its arm.

    After sweeping the remaining people:

    [In information input, the total number of transplants to be transplanted: 50, the number of people who passed: 50, no omissions. ]

    Yang Erci understands what the so-called "privacy" and "safety" in the advertisement mean.

    Because there won't be any images of their surrogacy factory going public.

    They specially only use the chip to record the number and information, but no artificial intelligence for monitoring and visual scanning.

    There is no impermeable wall in the world, unless the wall itself does not exist.

    She took a deep breath, stared at Zhong Yirou's back not far away, and then, just like before, under the premise that the robot would move, she left the round platform and took two steps back.

    The robot really tracked where the chip moved and raised its hand to attack. One second before the blue light appeared, Yang Erci returned to the round table. The blue light hit the glass plate as before, cracking but not shattering.

    In the moment after passing the detection of the red line, Yang Erci raised her leg and kicked the crack on the glass baffle with one foot, and the glass shattered and spattered instantly.

    The next red line is just one point away.

    She quickly picked up the nearest piece of debris and held it tightly in her hand.

    After passing the red line, stretch your hand back and cut the skin of the back of your neck along the raised line. Blood trickled down her fingers, dripping onto the clean and orderly conveyor belt.

     Being transported forward constantly, Yang Erci kept seeing new scenes.

    In the transparent transfer chamber, a small woman was transferred a full five embryos. This is their way of ensuring the survival rate of the embryos. Before delivery, they will cut and discard other unwanted embryos.

    In the production cabin at the other end, a sharp scalpel at the top of the robotic arm cut open a woman's stomach, which was smooth and seemed to have no resistance.

    It's like cutting a cake with a hidden surprise, slicing a ripe fig.

    Yang Erci released his right hand, and the glass fell. She pressed the wound on the back of her neck, bent down, and moved her blood-stained hand to her mouth, learning the prayer method her father taught her back then, and kissed the chip.

    She is very devout and keeps praying in her heart that luck will come for someone.

    But she is not religious enough, because her eyes are always looking at Zhong Yirou's back.

    Zhong Yirou was less than two meters away from the embryo transfer cabin.

    She will soon be inserted into it, with long needles penetrating mucous membranes and muscles and into the uterus…

    Time is running out.

    The elegant piano music flutters over the orderly factory, and the only rioter is running towards the white invisible door under the watchful eyes of artificial intelligence.

    The blood-stained chip stayed on the round table instead of her, waiting to be scanned.

    Zhong Yirou, who lost her self-consciousness, entered the cabin and waited for conception.

    An Wujiu followed the metal ball to the depths of the corridor, in the end, the metal ball seemed to be stuck by an invisible thread on the ground and suddenly stopped.

    Josh and Wu You followed the unconscious Nan Shan, "No fault."

    An Wujiu didn't want to listen to his question, so he said it himself, "This floor is not a horizontal plane, so you can't see it with the naked eye, but for this metal ball, such a slight inclination is enough Let it resist friction and keep rolling forward."

    Just as he finished speaking, as if the answer had been verified, the invisible line appeared and became a blood-coagulated line, like a dividing line, separating the gate of life and the gate of death.

    An Wujiu looked in the direction they came from, but did not see Shen Ti.

    "Where are the others?"

    He felt weird asking such a question.

    Josh also looked back, "Shen Ti just said, let's go first and follow you, he will stop later."

    What kind of hero is this time?

    "Whatever."

    An Wujiu bent down, lowered his head and picked up the stationary metal ball on the ground, in an instant, the smooth sphere shot out several green laser beams, staggered vertically and horizontally, and finally fixed into four up and down, left and right, forming a rectangle.

    The door opens.

    Maybe it was because of familiarity, or maybe it was some kind of guidance, the first time I opened the door, I saw the transparent round cabin directly through the production line.

    I also saw Zhong Yirou lying in the cabin. One robotic arm peeled off her clothes, and the tip of the other was connected to a long needle that was about to pierce her body.

    It was almost uncontrollable, a certain part of An Wu Jiu's body was awakening, and that force was forcing him to rush in.

    Save her, hurry up.

    Quick, that's my friend!

    An Wujiao had a splitting headache and felt that her body was not under the control of her present self.

    The next moment, goodwill broke through the confinement, and he finally rushed in.

    However—

    [Give you the most private,

    The piano music came to an abrupt end.

    Everything in the bright and clean surrogacy factory was suddenly interrupted and plunged into a dead silence.