The eyes on that face were not quite normal, the eyelids were a thin pink colour, like newborn flesh, from which the capillaries were well defined, even the full shape of the eyeball could be seen.

The two eyeballs rotate flexibly under the almost transparent eyelids, making a creepy “bouncing” sound of watery fluid, as if the vitreous humours were squeezing each other internally.

His skin is pink, like a newborn, including the upturned corners of his mouth, which are also pink-skinned and so tender that they poke at each other.

…… Those eyes didn’t catch the prey he thought they would in the cave.

Bai Anyi looks up and down at the face that looms out of the hole in the tree.

Early on, when he recognised that the feet did not belong to ” Bai Anyi “, he made his move.

…… He moved away from the hole, rubbed his back against the inside of the trunk, planted his feet on the dry, jagged inner trunk and pushed himself up a little by his back into the gap above the hole.

All the man saw on the outside was the empty hole in the tree.

But if he sticks his head in, with a little twist ……

Bai Anyi tightened his grip on the stone knife in his hand.

In such a small place, if the visitor found him, he would be ten dead.

But if he dies, what will happen to “Bai Anyi”?

He is not alone; his life or death, the existence of another, is at stake.

But the most dreadful thing of all did not occur.

The man’s face shifted and disappeared in front of the cave.

Bai Anyi, however, does not let up, holding his stone knife in his hand, jamming his heel into the folds of the hole, not moving at all, and breathing only through his nose to ensure a minimum level of oxygen.

In this moment, Bai Anyi’s mind was unusually clear.

He thought about many things as he stared at the flying dust of various colours in front of him.

His back itched and tingled from the sweat seeping all over it.

A large blue-winged insect perched on the roof of the cave landed on his face and crawled from the right side of his face to the left side, crawling on its legs as if he were a monk in meditation.

Because he heard it clearly.

Outside, there was no sound of any footsteps trampling away on the dead leaves.

Bai Anyi’s hiding skills proved to be less than stellar.

…… Therefore, the man did not leave and stayed outside the tree hole, waiting for him to go out.

The weight, the weight of the air, and the weight of a pounding heart left Bai Anyi breathless.

He held up the mirror to his face.

There are small, sparse holes in the tree that let in light and reflect a bewildered face.

And ” Bai Anyi” does not appear at all.

Bai Anyi holds a stone sword in his arms and wonders what kind of skill he has awakened.

He had not had time to experiment properly before he was reported to the watchdog by Jiao Qingguang; after entering this world, even with the protection of the “Bai Anyi”, he had fumbled more than once, only to end up failing every time.

He simply did not know where to apply his strength, just like knowing that there is treasure in the mountain but simply not knowing where to shovel down.

” Bai Anyi” told him to take it easy and take his time to find it.

But for the moment, the man was outside the hole in the tree, waiting patiently for his breath to run out.

What other ways does he have to escape?

After a moment of confusion, Bai Anyi held a mirror in her hands, closed her eyes and recited a few favourite formulas silently to steady her mind.

While chanting in silence, he suddenly heard a strange movement coming from outside.

A faint “eek” sounded, causing him to open his eyes.

Even Bai Anyi was prepared for the rustling of footsteps outside the long-silent cave, but he was still in a cold sweat.

He held on to what little luck he had, hoping that the man had noticed something unusual or had left in a hurry.

However, the footsteps chased out a few metres and then stood and stopped.

The visitor smiled and said, “I thought it was some kind of powerful psychic power, but it turns out to be a blindfold?”

The sound of rushing footsteps from outside cut off Bai Anyi’s last hope.

He suddenly lifted his foot and kicked hard at the inside of the trunk.

The bark rustled and fell beneath his feet with a crunching, breaking sound.

Just out of the falling bark, a head poked through the hole in the tree, flipping and folding, looking in the direction he was.

It was clearly an adult’s head, but without a few hairs on it, pink in colour, and with a voice that was indistinguishable from a man’s or a woman’s. The voice of a young child echoed through the tree cave in a disgustingly goosebumpy way: “…… You are really here.”

Bai Anyi didn’t give him another chance to speak.

He leapt from the top of the hole in the tree where he had bent over to hide and aimed his right stone blade at his head and stabbed it down hard!

The expected sound of flesh splitting open did not ring out.

A soft, snake-like arm burrowed in at an uncanny, anti-ergonomic angle, catching Bai Anyi’s hand in advance.

The childish voice blinked once and said with a smile, “Caught~it.”

Bai Anyi could only see the rusty blood on his hands by the light coming through the hole, and his eyes burned with pain.

Even Bai Anyi himself did not understand what happened next.

In a life-and-death situation, he exploded with intense force, grabbed his arm with his left hand and dragged the man hard into the hole in the tree where there was essentially no room to dodge!

In the confusion, Bai Anyi didn’t know what she had grabbed, only that she had clumsily locked the man’s throat and he was struggling desperately like a pink catfish, taking his elbow to dislike his ribs.

Bai Anyi has only one thing on his mind.

To live, get out alive, and go to the White Schoolmaster.

Eventually, it was Bai Anyi who struggled to climb out of the hole in the tree.

Exposed to the false light of day outside, he shivered as if he had been dipped into cool water and looked back into the darkened hole in the tree.

Whirling around, he lowered his head and looked at his hands.

On his hands were large, bizarre, thread-like scars.

Those threads strangled his flesh with a trickle of blood that permeated his entire palm, and he rubbed the back of his hand to remove the blood before he could barely make out the shape of the bruise.

Where did …… get the line?

He didn’t have time to think this through and redirected his gaze to the hole in the tree.

As an academic in an ivory tower, he was indeed a little more naive than the norm.

But equally, he has a rigorous logic that is self-contained and beyond the reach of the common man.

Just as in the laboratory, if you want to complete your experiments safely, you must eliminate all possible pitfalls.

Bai Anyi took out the stone knife he had tucked into his arms in a panic on his way out, walked to the hole in the tree, probed into it and fumbled to cut his unjustifiably bruised neck vein.

Strangely, not much blood gushed out of his neck and the blood was a weird pale pink colour, as if it had been diluted.

Bai Anyi pulled his hand out, sat quietly on his knees for a moment, and then, just to make sure that the one in a million chance of that happening didn’t happen, again reached into the hole and stabbed him once in the heart and once in the head.

Now, it’s completely dead.

Bai Anyi braced his numb legs and took one step in the direction ” Bai Anyi ” had left.

After taking a few dozen steps, he stood firm.

” Bai Anyi” lying on the ground with a huge wooden pound nailed to its chest.

The tip of the wooden pound was stabbed in from behind him, pinning him face down to the ground, and it is not clear how he managed to turn himself over.

He opened his mouth and took his in his slippery, blood-soaked hand, trying to say something to him, Bai Anyi just waited.

But ” Bai Anyi” said nothing.

Bai Anyi waited, expectantly, until the fingers holding him began to harden.

Bai Anyi guarded him for a long time, until the time limit was up and the form of ” Bai Anyi ” became more and more transparent, finally dissipating in a breeze.

From the palm of his clenched left hand, an iron plate with a peculiar pattern fell out.

The chain of the iron sign was broken, Bai Anyi had not seen it before and it must have been ripped from the body of the pink-skinned man just now.

Bai Anyi, dumbfounded, picks up the iron plate from the ground and puts it away in his pocket.

It was as if he was witnessing his own death.

Bai Anyi touched the cold, clotted blood on the floor, thinking in a trance that the seniors had come back to rest, so he would have to rest a little longer.

Bai Anyi, holding a mirror, is on her way alone.

He walks through the wilderness as if he were in a lonely, silent, vacuum universe, where meteorites, stardust, small comets with fiery tails, glide silently past him, and he is always alone.

Bai Anyi is hopeful, looking down every now and then at herself reflected in the water.

However, ” Bai Anyi ” never appeared.

Bai Anyi wondered if he hadn’t gotten well yet. Should he be given a break then?

On his aimless march, he came across an acquaintance.

The man was carrying a corpse on his back, followed by a petite woman, covered in tattered clothing.

The two sides went over the dunes, a hundred metres apart, and met in an inescapable encounter.

But the other man had no intention of attacking, just staring at him.

Bai Anyi’s memory is quite superior and he remembers the face, as well as the name attached to the outside of his capsule.

He greeted him from a distance, ” Wei Shiliu ?”

Wei Shiliu was a little surprised: “You remember me, little glasses.”

Bai Anyi smiled and rightly replied.

Wei Shiliu took a few steps towards him, but then realised that he was carrying a weight and stopped.

”We’ve just lost a teammate on our side.” Wei Shiliu offered an invitation, “What are your abilities? Do you want to join? Have some company too?”

Bai Anyi replied, “No. I’ve got company.”

Wei Shiliu neither hurt him nor invited him with much enthusiasm.

He remembers Wei Shiliu greeting him warmly on the carrier.

However, nearly ten days have passed and he has probably lost his initial enthusiasm.

Bai Anyi opened his watch to see that twenty-six survived, and his odds, too, rose to 1 to 8.

He was not much delighted, but simply shone the data from his watch into the mirror and let his reflection in it take a look.

Two nights later, after a long journey, he arrived at a wide stretch of water.

These days, he has no choice but to memorise formulas to pass the loneliness of his mind.

The only accident worth mentioning was that he met a woman face down on the ground, skinny and bony, on the road.

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

Bai Anyi went to search for anything on her that would work well.

Of course, being able to be deeply cognisant of his own weakness, he is a man who preaches insurance.

After testing her breath, he raised the stone knife and stabbed the woman in the back of the heart.

Who would have thought that the woman would suddenly howl in pain, like a fish hooked on the lips and thrown ashore, and roll over, thrashing a few times on the ground, her bloodshot eyes staring at Bai Anyi.

Then she died of exhaustion.

Bai Anyi froze for a moment before realising what a ploy this was.

A woman’s psychic ability, perhaps, is to close her breath and survive in a state of low circulation and low exertion.

The odds are that when a normal person sees a dead body, they will search for anything else available on them. She had used herself as bait and should have caught a lot of food.

…… Like the male corpse lying beside her, this one with the flesh scraped clean off his thighs on the frontal bone.

However, this is probably the first time she has seen someone as well versed in the art of mending knives as Bai Anyi.

Bai Anyi rummaged through her body and came up with something unexpected.

An iron medallion with the same odd pattern, made to look like a necklace, hangs around her neck.

Bai Anyi took out the iron plate that had fallen out of ” Bai Anyi “, compared it and hung his head helplessly.

Even if he had a million questions, he wouldn’t have the chance to ask her again.

After settling down at the water’s edge, Bai Anyi, bored, lifts his hand and touches the surface.

The surface of the water rippled with his touch.

No answer.

The water is dark and heavy, like a giant mouth without borders.

Looking at his own reflection, Bai Anyi becomes obsessed.

It is only at times like these that Bai Anyi comes to his senses.

……” Bai Anyi” is indeed missing.

The other him in the world, the one who understands Bai Anyi, will never come out again, no matter what he calls it.

…… his friend who was only meant to be there for seven days.

In a daze, Bai Anyi’s reflection in the water, which he was looking down at, moved.

He reached out and touched the water, “Seniors, you come out ……”

The shadow in the water, surprisingly, speaks.

”My little Narcissus.” The reflection in the water spoke, “It was a bit of a long break, sorry to keep you waiting so long.”

Bai Anyi’s spirit shook and she held her hands on the edge of the water, “Senior? Are you …… you okay?”

The reflection in the water smiled in the salt-like snow-white moonlight, “Yes.”

It reached out from the water, “Here, come to me. Want to see what it looks like inside the mirror?”

Naturally, Bai Anyi handed it over.

He couldn’t tell if he was calm or panicked as he was dragged under the water by a huge force.

As countless streams of water squeezed into his lungs, bursting the blood vessels in his lungs, across the water he vaguely saw, two figures standing at the water’s edge.

”And I don’t know what he saw.”

”Whatever he wants to see, I can give him. Are you sure the sign is on him?”

”We’ll find out when we fish him out later.”

The buoyancy of the water propelled him upwards, trying to see who had killed him, not wanting to die a confused death, but the top of Bai Anyi’s hair had barely risen to the surface when a cold hand pressed down hard –

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

The two years with Jiao Qingguang ended in his pitying eyes, like a parent who sends his child to a school for Internet addiction and is bent on the good of the child.

Seven days with “Bai Anyi”, on the other hand, is vivid in every frame.

Who killed him? And who killed himself?

Who is the man with the iron sign?

He hadn’t figured out what was going on and he couldn’t die.

He cannot die if he is to see him and save him.

With this thought in mind, Bai Anyi sinks into the water, like the Narcissus in Greek mythology, and dies following her own shadow.

Bai Anyi, died at the hands of a shifter skilled in creating illusions. Name unknown, identity unknown.

……

Time back to the present.

” Bai Anyi” is not concerned with many issues and is very organised, and above all, like Bai Anyi, he accepts reality with aplomb.

Having learned the cause of Bai Anyi’s death in her last life, ” Bai Anyi” has finished asking the important questions.

”Don’t know who killed him?”” Bai Anyi” said, “Rather like him.”

He asked again, “He agreed to lend his body to you?”

After receiving an affirmative answer, ” Bai Anyi” muttered, “And you didn’t consult with me.”

Immediately afterwards, ” Bai Anyi” asked a third question, “And who are you?”

This question was directed at Lou Ying.

”His facilitator.” Lou Ying points to Chi Xiaochi and introduces himself, “Ability is data decomposition, name is pool.”

Chi Xiaochi : “……”

”Just kidding.” Lou Ying laughs, ” Chi Jiangyu .”

After the initial consensus was reached, the ” Bai Anyi ” became much less hostile towards them.

They set up camp in the grove.

In the post-apocalyptic world, Chi Xiaochi has redeemed ten military tents, a powerful hand-cranked generator, fully automatic pots and pans, an electric oven, all kinds of tools and even a good quality tart crust.

As he pulled out the extractor, ” Bai Anyi” cocked her head, “His powers are doraemon?”

Chi Xiaochi put the dissected snake section into the bottom of the pan with a prickling sound and the fragrance of oil: “What is his supernatural power, don’t you know?”

” Bai Anyi” thought carefully and replied, “He is no different from his usual self.”

After eating, ” Bai Anyi” was released from his alien doppelganger and returned to Bai Anyi’s body.

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

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

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

Chi Xiaochi says, “Ironclad, pink-skinned man. There are enough clues, next, the investigation.”

”How do I investigate? Bai Anyi’s powers are still unclear and your body ……”

”Well-”

Chi Xiaochi Stretch out your arms and cover your eyes.

”Well, well, well~”

Lou Ying laughed out loud at the odd sound he made as he pondered, “Take your time, I won’t rush you.”

Chi Xiaochi turned her head sideways, showing one eye from under her arm, “Speaking of which, how did you get yourself into this mess?”

He spread his arms to feel his mask, uncovered it and looked at it a little, frowning heartily.

Lou Ying turned to him sideways: “Would you like me like this?”

Chi Xiaochi was stunned, blushed a little and unconsciously moved her body out of the room.

Lou Ying turned her body completely sideways, revealing the shiny stud in her right ear, and whispered, “Re-introduce yourself, Chi Jiangyu, the psychic ability is particularly fond of you.”

Chi Xiaochi turned his face away, “Flesh.”

Lou Ying : “If I say I like you too seriously, you’ll think it’s not real. What about this?”

He said seriously, “I’m not your neighbour’s brother anymore, helping you with homework, copying formulas and sorting out mistakes all day long, I think ……”

Chi Xiaochi suddenly rolls over and sits up.

Lou Ying was surprised: “What?”

Chi Xiaochi said urgently, “The formulae! Which formulas did he memorize?”

Lou Ying quickly responded, ” Bai Anyi? In the hole in the tree?”

Lou Ying’s computer memory comes in handy at the moment.

He recalls: “The first ……AdS/CFT holographic pairing? ‘AdS’ = ‘CFT’, referring to the conformal field theory of ‘a system with gravity equals on its boundary’. It’s just a hypothetical deduction, not yet grounded in reality.”

Chi Xiaochi reads it silently once and shakes his head, “Not this one.”

”1/u 1/v = 1/f, the equation for imaging through a lens.”

Chi Xiaochi reads it out.

Still nothing has happened.

Had he guessed wrong?

Chi Xiaochi hesitates for a moment: “Is there more?”

”dx/Ax = dy/Ay = dz/Az, the vector line equation.”

Chi Xiaochi closes his eyes and finishes his meditation.

And when Chi Xiaochi opened his eyes again, he was struck by a momentary pause.

The dust that had been enveloping his eyes dispersed, and in his hands, circles and circles of pale blue light twisted around him, as substantial when his fingertips tugged.

Lou Ying’s consternation was tinged with a hint of surprise: “The pink-skinned man in the hole in the tree ……”

Chi Xiaochi looks at the line in his palm, and the dappled blue light floating between his palms reflects beautifully in his eyes.

He said, “…… was strangled by a vector line.”