Their section of D20 was far from the heart of the action, and with only one screen in front of each bettor, the opportunity to watch the game was so valuable that no one would purposely move their screen from the fiercely contested area to focus on a single alien with instant odds of 1 to 17.

The highest odds, for the Dirty Dreadlocked Man with the blood for a gun earlier, have risen to 1 to 5.5.

At 1 to 17, no one will bet on this weak and slender white boy, and it’s a waste of a dollar if the odds are good.

Therefore, no one noticed that there was an extra person in the escape party of one hundred and one people who should not have been there.

Chi Xiaochi asked rhetorically, “…… aqua?”

The man who looked exactly like Bai Anyi put his left hand into the pocket of his white coat and smiled politely, “Hello. My name is Bai Anyi.”

His left hand was out of his pocket, but he brought out a throwing knife in his hand.

He opened the blade with his thumb in a skilful backhand, the silver blade cold and sharp, but so easily and skillfully manipulated that it looked like his own fingers.

He said, “For the second time. Who are you?”

Chi Xiaochi said, ” Chi Xiaochi.”

The shadow is polite, his hand on the hilt of his knife, quietly hanging at his side, staring intently at Chi Xiaochi, but his eyes behind his gold-rimmed spectacles are as penetrating as fire, his eyes cold and stern, like those of a predator looking for a chance to make a meal of it, making one’s skin tingle.

Yet his tone was still polite: “Excuse me, where is Bai Anyi?”

Chi Xiaochi : “He’s with me.”

The shadow trailed off slightly and gave a “hmmm”, as if in thought.

Even with Chi Xiaochi’s full concentration, he couldn’t see when the shadow raised his hand.

A silver light that forced its way to his face had flashed to the front of his left eye as he noticed that The Shadow’s hand was empty.

And he only had time to widen his eyes slightly before a dark shadow ran out from the side of the diagonal, back in time to shield him.

A series of “cackling” shattering sounds resounded in the man’s crossed and turned palm.

The silver light shattered into a cloud of dust, chalk-dust-like fragments of data floating slowly in his hands.

The Shadow raised one eyebrow in some curiosity, as if contemplating where this man had come out of nowhere.

Perhaps because the situation was so urgent, the man’s voice sounded familiar to Chi Xiaochi’s ears, but with a different, unmoving anger: “You are going too far.”

Shadow shrugged his shoulders, “I missed by three inches.”

The visitor said, “If you hadn’t meant to miss, I wouldn’t have just broken your knife.”

Chi Xiaochi pokes his head out from behind the visitor.

In a few short moments, he guessed The Shadow’s reason for striking out at him.

He explained succinctly, “I’m not the kind of shifter who has the ability to seize other people’s bodies. Even if you weren’t testing me with a knife and were really trying to kill me, I wouldn’t be able to escape.”

The Shadow closed his eyes slightly, as if waiting for his explanation.

Chi Xiaochi took the opportunity to peek at the face of the person in front of him.

It was still an unfamiliar face, half a mask on the left half of his face, revealing a small portion of skin that was somewhat burnt, making one wonder what kind of trauma the half of his face under the mask had suffered, while the exposed half was snow-white and clean, with the ends of his eyes pointed upwards in a pick, looking a bit gaudy and peachy.

The eyes that were fixed on the shadow with a touch of hostility could not help but soften the moment the afterglow touched Chi Xiaochi.

He asked softly, “Scared?”

Without further ado, Chi Xiaochi managed to dovetail with his signals.

He shook his head and gently squeezed Lou Ying’s arm, which was still crossed in front of him, down.

Instinctively, he felt that the Shadow would not really harm Bai Anyi’s body.

”It was Bai Anyi who ‘invited’ me in.” Chi Xiaochi explained his origins, “He died once.”

The shadow who called himself ” Bai Anyi” opened his eyes, “Who killed him?”

Chi Xiaochi pondered for a moment and took the opportunity to read Bai Anyi’s world line as he entered the match.

……

After the dirty braided man was the first to fire, Bai Anyi’s mind went blank as he watched the bloody half of Ye Huan’s brain blasted off by the cavity effect right in front of him, along with the white blossoms of brain matter running down the back of his neck.

Bai Anyi rolled onto his side and rolled underneath the truck, stomping on the bumps on the chassis of the SUV and holding the handrail with his hands, and let himself hang on like a gecko.

When the man with the dirty dreadlocks cut his finger earlier, more than a drop of blood flowed out, scattering a bloody bullet that leaked the fuel tank of this car, with oil dripping down.

A widening stain of colourful oil gradually extends under Bai Anyi’s brain.

His sweat-soaked black hair fell in drops of sweat, smashing a splash on the oil stains.

He was, after all, a sedentary laboratory physique, and survival gave him an instant burst of physical energy, but as time passed, he was losing a little of his breath.

A group of people had already run away and gradually, only one man remained, scavenging something from car to car.

Bai Anyi gritted her teeth and held on, but her back was getting sore.

His physical strength did not allow him to distract himself much from the situation outside, so he had to close his eyes in seclusion and start reading the seconds.

In 300 seconds he heard footsteps approaching the vehicle where he was hiding, felt the tremor of someone jumping in, faintly heard the sound of tearing wires and the snort of electricity flowing through his body and the low, angry curses containing pain, followed by the muffled sound of jumping out of the car.

His arms are getting weak and his lungs are burning with pain from the chronic lack of oxygen, but Bai Anyi doesn’t dare move a muscle, just holds his breath and closes his eyes to read the seconds.

At the count of 300, Bai Anyi opens his eyes and cautiously looks out.

He was really afraid that if he tilted his head, he would collide with a pair of eyes peering silently inwards from outside the bottom of the car.

Fortunately, his worst fears did not come true.

There are no more moving feet outside …….

There are no people in sight on the moor, only tumbleweeds rolling like wheels.

He took off and fell straight into a puddle of petrol on the floor, not caring about the smell of motor oil all over his head and gasping for air.

Only when his lungs felt a little better did he roll over and crawl out on his hands and knees.

The dry, sandy taste is inhaled in the lungs, as if there are particles pressing against the throat, and after a few coughs, there is a fine yellow sand mixed with saliva that flows out together.

Bai Anyi wiped the corner of her mouth with difficulty, scraped her knees against the rough gravel, and was just about to get up when she heard a grim sneer from behind her.

”…… Finally, I’ve waited you out, huh?”

Bai Anyi’s blood pressure rose sharply, and a neuropathic headache immediately set in, with his temples throbbing and throbbing.

He looked back through the pain only to see a strange man sitting cross-legged on the carriage he was in, his feet on the overhanging boards, with a fresh black burn at the corner of his mouth.

”…… also saves me from having to go in and get you.”

–As Bai Anyi closed his eyes to read the seconds, a man had already crouched down and watched him for a long time in silence.

The man snorted, “I thought you’d last ten minutes.”

Bai Anyi had just exhausted all her strength and now, with her arms braced on the ground, she was shaking uncontrollably.

The man leaps gently Qiao Qiao from the carriage and walks towards Bai Anyi, his fingertips beginning to glow with snowy sparks of electricity.

The shadow of death gradually loomed over Bai Anyi, and he did not even have the strength to retreat, but could only face him and hiss, “We have no need to listen to their words and kill each other ……”

”Not necessary for you, for me it is.” The man took a step forward, “You’re pretty unlucky. If I could just consume electricity, I wouldn’t need the bioelectricity in you.”

This person can only manipulate bioelectricity and can amplify the current of bioelectricity drawn from other creatures a thousand times for his own use.

Bai Anyi thought of the pulling she had heard earlier.

He pulled the cord, it turned out, for ……

Bai Anyi tries desperately for a silver lining: “Bioelectricity is capable of constant regeneration. If you keep me, I can be your storage plant ……”

”Oh? So obedient?” The man laughed, “Unfortunately, if I could suck the bioelectricity out of living people, why wouldn’t I take my own?”

Bai Anyi’s mind buzzed and a black fog gradually clouded his eyes.

Is he really going to die ……

Bai Anyi turned his face away like an ostrich, afraid to face his own death.

But out of sight, a shadow burst silently from the petrol on the floor, as fast as lightning, leaping straight onto the man’s back, lightly and silently wrapping its legs around his neck and spinning violently.

There was only a click and before the man could react, he collapsed limply to the ground, dying of breath.

In a clean move, the visitor kicked and rolled the man’s corpse to the bottom of the car.

Bai Anyi heard no movement for half a day, only the sound of an unfamiliar footstep coming slowly to him and not hurting him, before he dared to look up.

He had wanted to see where the man who could use bioelectricity had gone, yet the sight that met his eyes left his mouth open.

…… A man who looked exactly like him, still wearing a white coat, was on one knee in front of him, with one hand in his pocket, and was looking at him with a smile.

The man could not help but smile more at the corners of his mouth when he saw that he had been dazed for too long, “Hello. I’ve driven him away, don’t be afraid.”

He had a warm voice, like a very gentle man.

Bai Anyi shuddered, “You are ……”

The visitor moved his hand and used his index finger to scrape the sand off his face and nose: “I am Bai Anyi.”

Seemingly afraid that Bai Anyi would not understand him, he added, “…… I am you.”

Seeing that Bai Anyi could not understand, ” Bai Anyi” explained good-naturedly, “Little Bai Zi, do you remember when you were four years old and were pushed down the stairs by the gang of ‘little bullies’ from the orphanage.”

Bai Anyi vaguely recalls.

He grew up in an orphanage. He was often bullied by a group of eight-year-olds in the orphanage, nicknamed “the bully”, because he was quiet and did not like to play with others, always studying with a geology book.

On his fourth birthday, the “bully” asked his hand to come and grab his cake.

The cake was specially bought for him by his teacher who liked him, and was made in the shape of a tiny globe, which he liked so much that he wouldn’t let it go.

During the struggle, he fell down the stairs and was dragged a few metres by the collar by the “bully” who came and threatened him not to tell the teacher why he had fallen down.

He fell and suffered a mild concussion, fractured his right arm and spent a long time in bed in a daze.

When he was able to get down to the ground, the orphanage was nowhere to be found.

Later, Bai Anyi heard from his teacher that Little King had fallen down the same flight of stairs when he got up in the middle of the night, but his injuries were much worse than his, with both legs broken.

Returning to reality and seeing the exact mirror image of herself in front of her, Bai Anyi came up with a somewhat frightening suspicion: “You ……”

” Bai Anyi” gives an encouraging nod, like a teacher facing a student who has answered his question correctly: “Yes. That day was my birthday. From that day onwards, I awoke in your body.”

He said, “I am your other personality.”

Bai Anyi shook his head, “Impossible. I …… never knew you ……”

The dual personalities should be unaware of each other’s existence.

” Bai Anyi” stroked the back of his neck tamely, his eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses holding an encouraging smile: “You don’t know me. But I know you, know all about you, have read all the books you’ve read, all the treatises Wen . I’ve helped you clean your house, I’ve ordered takeaways, I’ve written reports for you.”

Bai Anyi remembers the report.

During that time, he followed his supervisor down to the pit, just in time for the end of the semester, he had 17 or 18 papers to submit, so he had to catch up on his reports after returning to school, and his head was spinning all day.

When the grades came in, he realised that he had scored an A in one of his natural science courses, the highest score of any course.

He was confused for a while about this and forgot whether he had written this report or not.

Seeing that he was impressed, ” Bai Anyi” nodded gracefully, “It’s not that the teacher forgot to collect it, I wrote it.”

Of course, he didn’t say who had forcibly rejected his lovemaking with Jiao several times, and who had taken over his body when he was taken into custody and subjected to electrocution, suffering the punishment for him over and over again, even once grabbing his exclusive “manager” by the hair and nearly knocking him to death against the wall.

Seeing that this man was not very bad and gentle, and was very dear to her, Bai Anyi was not so much afraid of him anymore, and feeling her chest, she asked, “You, how did you get out?”

” Bai Anyi” looked back at the petrol that was running down the floor.

The petrol reflects a blur of sky light and clouds.

”Maybe, when God assigned psychic powers, he treated us as two different people.” He said, “I have psychic powers too. You can think of it as ‘splitting’.”

”…… As soon as you look at something like a mirror that reflects light and has a reflection, I will come out of it ……” ” Bai Anyi’s voice was gentle, “…… to keep you.”