Ai Yu silently took out the gun with his hands behind his back: "Brother, why are you here?"

Qian Cheng was in a dilemma, not knowing how to explain to Ai Yu: "I don't know. I was just walking down the street when I saw a flying roast chicken." He swallowed, "It smelled so good, I couldn't resist..." He licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, "This oil, these seasonings, they're the best in the world. Ai Yu, do you want to try it?"

He grabbed Sixteen who was lying on the ground, tore off his remaining intact arm, and handed it to Ai Yu: "Here, there's a piece of chicken wing left."

Ai Yu was silent and looked at Sixteen.

Something is wrong...

Something is very wrong...

"Ai Yu? Don't you want to eat it? Then I'll eat it." Qian Cheng said as he put the arm into his mouth, "It smells so good..."

Ai Yu put away the gun and snatched the arm away: "Brother, stop eating. Repeat after me, a clear mind is like water, clear water is like a mind..."

Although Qian Cheng was puzzled, he still followed Ai Yu. After reading it, Ai Yu asked him if there were any changes around him. Qian Cheng shook his head: "No, sister, if you don't eat these chicken wings, don't waste them. Give them to me."

Ai Yu tutted and kicked the still conscious Sixteen: "Speak."

Sixteen didn't know what had happened to her, her broken body trembling as she shook her head, refusing to speak. She stared at Ai Yu with wide eyes, shaking her head repeatedly.

Ai Yu tilted her head: "Huh?"

"Ai Yu, what's wrong with you? Who are you talking to?" Qian Cheng had already grabbed Shiliu's arm and started biting it.

Something is wrong. Qian Cheng doesn't have the arm strength to pull someone's arm.

Ai Yu looked at Sixteen, squatted down and asked, "What's going on here?"

Sixteen just shook his head and refused to speak.

"Ai Yu, what's wrong with you? Why are you chatting with Shao Ji? Oh, by the way, Ai Yu, I forgot to ask you, why are you here?"

Ai Yu looked up at Qian Cheng who was eating happily: "Why are you here?"

Qian Cheng stopped chewing the chicken wings and said, "Well, I'm here to find something."

"Raphael Reagent Experimental Data?"

Qian Cheng was a little surprised: "Eh? Ai Yu, how did you know? When did you start talking to me?"

Ai Yu stood up and took two steps back.

It’s so strange. Everything that has happened since entering the Qimen base building has been so strange.

"Are you... Qian Cheng?" Ai Yu had to ask this stupid question, "When is your birthday? When did you meet me? When is your mother's birthday?"

"Of course I'm Qian Cheng. My birthday is April 4, 2161. We met in Jigong on July 31 last year. My mother's birthday is the same as mine, April 4. Ai Yu, what's wrong with you? Why are you asking all this suddenly? Do you suspect I'm fake?" Qian Cheng turned sideways and pushed his trouser pocket. "Ai Yu, I have a pack of napkins in my pocket. Can you help me take it out? My hands are all greasy now."

Ai Yu hesitantly took out Qian Cheng's napkin, then opened the package and handed him a few pieces of paper: "In your eyes, is this really a flying chicken?"

"Yes, it smells delicious. It's a pity you don't want to eat it." Qian Cheng carefully wiped his mouth and hands several times, put the waste paper into the bin, and patted Ai Yu's shoulder. "Come on, I'll take you to see the laboratory of those old guys."

Ai Yu didn't answer, but just followed Qian Cheng.

Just like the scene just now, Qian Cheng was looking for research data on Raphael's reagent in the laboratory: "Strange, why is it different from what I expected."

Ai Yu stood beside Qian Cheng and watched, but found that there was no record of Li Yuzhen in the materials Qian Cheng was reading.

Qian Cheng touched his nose, put down the information, and started looking for other things.

Ai Yu watched Qian Cheng check everything in the lab, and finally stood in front of the glass tank. "Do these old guys still keep fish? Why are there no fish?"

"elder brother."

"Hmm?" Qian Cheng turned his head to look at Ai Yu, "What's wrong? You've been acting weird since just now, Ai Yu."

Ai Yu frowned. "I feel weird?" She rested her chin on her hand and began to think. "Really?"

"Yeah, you didn't have so many words and questions before. And why do you think I'm fake?" Qian Cheng flicked his finger on Ai Yu's forehead. "Don't think so much in a day, little head. You have a memory that's almost hyperthymesia. Don't put too much pressure on your brain. Be careful not to get dementia before you reach old age."

Ai Yu didn't react, thinking about Qian Cheng's words: "Am I...thinking too much?"

Really? Is that so?

"Ai Yu? Ai Yu?" Qian Cheng patted Ai Yu many times, but the latter didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

Ai Yu suddenly came back to his senses: "I think I know."

"What?"

Ai Yu ignored Qian Cheng and ran up the stairs with a flashlight. She found Shiliu lying on the ground, barely breathing. Ai Yu squatted down beside her head and said, "Can we talk?"

Sixteen stared at Ai Yu blankly with lifeless eyes.

"Everyone has potential energy. Energy generates energy, lies generate lies. Energy is always conserved, and lies are passed down from generation to generation. What is real, what is false, and what is the lie of the lie?"

Sixteen, lying on the ground with a twisted posture and a missing torso, chuckled: "A lie within a lie, is it another lie, or is it the truth? Ai Yu, you guessed wrong."

Ai Yu frowned: "All this is not a dream, right?"

After hearing this, Sixteen's pupils shrank sharply.

Ai Yu looked at Sixteen's reaction and curled her lips slightly. She calmly took out a pistol and pointed the muzzle at Sixteen's forehead. As the bullet burst out of the chamber, Ai Yu's terrifyingly calm voice sounded like the whisper of an ancient god.

"I'm awake from my dream."

After a brief dizziness, Ai Yu regained consciousness. She looked around and found herself standing at the entrance of the Qimen base and had not walked in at all.

"Brother Monkey."

Sun Wukong came out immediately: "Girl, what's the matter?"

Ai Yu pointed a finger and said, "Brother Monkey, use your flaming eyes to see if there is anything strange in here."

"Can you please not call me out for such a trivial matter?" He cursed, but Sun Wukong still helped Ai Yu to see every corner of the building clearly. "Nothing special, just a lot of resentment inside."

"Grudge?"

"Yes, the resentment of an unjust death. Do you want me to go to the underworld to ask for you?"

Ai Yu interrupted Sun Wukong and said, "Brother Monkey, I appreciate your kindness, but there is no underworld or heaven in this world. They are just people's obsessions. You are just a literary character."

Sun Wukong: ...

Ai Yu slowly realized that he seemed to have said something wrong and turned to look at Sun Wukong: "Brother Monkey, I'm sorry."

Sun Wukong crossed his arms and turned his head away: "Well, even if I am fake, I am still the number one demon in the world."

Ai Yu smiled: "Yeah."

Sun Wukong seemed embarrassed and turned away, "I'm leaving."

Resentment...

Ai Yu looked at the building again. This result was expected.