"Beep beep~" With a sound, the door was opened.
Zhao Fugui hummed a tune with great interest and pushed the door open.
Huh?
At first glance, he didn't see the runaway robot he was looking for in the laboratory.
It was just that in the place where the runaway robot was placed that day, the machine was covered by a super large cloth.
The laboratory, illuminated by incandescent lights, could be seen from end to end. There were no obstructions, only a few prominent instruments.
No matter how Zhao Fugui looked at it, he felt that the runaway robot must be under this huge, blanket-like cloth.
Zhao Fugui walked up to the covered machine, then reached out his right hand, grabbed a corner of the huge blanket, and pulled it with a slight tug.
The blanket slowly slid down, revealing the top of the robot's head.
Zhao Fugui grinned. Just by looking at the head, he could tell it was the long-haired runaway robot he was looking for.
He knew it couldn't possibly not be here!
However, before the smile could fully form, it was replaced by pure shock.
"Holy! Shit!"
Zhao Fugui was so startled by the revealed robot that he fell onto the ground, looking quite disheveled.
"What the hell is this!" he roared, utterly stunned.
Robots created by humans were always beautiful and good-looking, representing the highest popular aesthetics of humanity.
The long-haired runaway robot was no exception. In fact, among robots, the long-haired runaway robot was considered quite outstanding.
The long-haired robot had the appearance of a mature woman, with a cool demeanor, and paired with long black hair, it was very eye-catching.
But now, the runaway robot before him was still eye-catching, but in a rather terrifying way.
The extremely black and shiny long hair of the long-haired robot before him was gone. In its place was hair that was uneven, as if gnawed by a dog.
The robot's face was also covered in scars from sharp objects, revealing the metal underneath. There was even a very deep scratch that went directly from its left forehead, across its nose bridge, and down to its right jawline.
Now, there was no trace of a beautiful face or features on its body. If this were to happen to a human, it would be considered disfigurement, and a thorough one at that.
Zhao Fugui's gaze, filled with horror, moved down. He saw that the long-haired robot's hands, which originally had long fingernails like manicures done by ordinary girls, with patterned black nail polish, were now completely missing.
The runaway robot before him had lost all its fingernails.
Although Zhao Fugui had only recently become an adult, he had experienced many things and had a good understanding of human nature.
He was an orphan raised in an orphanage, enduring bullying and scorn. His only good friend was killed by a runaway robot.
While he also hated runaway robots, seeing the runaway robot before him in such a state still felt like too much.
The runaway robot before him had kept its eyes closed since the blanket was pulled down.
Hearing Zhao Fugui's roar, which was too loud, it finally opened its eyes and looked at the human before it. Now, in the runaway robot's eyes, there was more than just the initial anger. Zhao Fugui even felt he saw sadness.
If Zhao Fugui wasn't mistaken.
Zhao Fugui saw the runaway robot clench its fists, but with its fingers missing bone joints, it couldn't form a proper fist, nor could it close its hand. It could only futilely try to bring them together.
Zhao Fugui: "..."
He ran a hand through his hair and asked with some frustration, "How did she do this to you! Is that woman crazy?"
As soon as he finished speaking, there were two "drip~ drip~" sounds.
Then came the sound of the door being pushed open.
Followed by clear footsteps, Ren Liuliu walked in.
She saw Zhao Fugui in the laboratory, saw the blanket that had been pulled down, and Zhao Fugui's angry gaze.
She didn't offer any explanation for the scene before her, but simply picked up the blanket that had fallen on the ground.
It was indeed a blanket. She sometimes rested here and used it to cover herself.
She unceremoniously folded the blanket and carefully placed it on a chair nearby.
Zhao Fugui looked at the woman and asked in disbelief, "If you want to kill, kill. Why did you do this to it? To humiliate a runaway robot?"
Ren Liuliu glanced at Zhao Fugui. Her expression remained unchanged, as if she didn't understand why his words were limited to this. She directly retorted, "Is that all you have to say?"
Zhao Fugui's anger turned into confusion, "Otherwise?"
Ren Liuliu said, "I thought you were here to deliver a message. Since you're here, go tell Gou Zhe that I've obtained the information he wants. If he wants to know, he can come here to find me himself."
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Night fell, and the pitch-black darkness enveloped the earth.
Wen Bai walked around his garage, with the tall and sophisticated robot 575 following behind him.
They were choosing which car to use for the night.
System 001 kept reminding him, "Host, the place we're going to requires a car that isn't too flashy. You need to drive a more discreet vehicle."
After walking around, Wen Bai still felt that the most discreet car was his favorite black supercar with hidden wing patterns.
But even this car was rejected by System 001, which said it wasn't discreet enough.
Wen Bai simply gave up on these four-wheeled vehicles.
He walked over to a luxurious motorcycle and nodded. Two wheels, surely that's more discreet.
He turned back and asked 575, "Can you ride this?"
Service robots were designed to serve humans, so they could basically ride any mode of transportation, even airplanes. A motorcycle was nothing.
And 575 was a top-tier service robot. What couldn't it do?
The tall robot's sapphire blue eyes moved, and it said to its master, "I can, Master."
Wen Bai decisively made up his mind.
He nodded again expressionlessly. Then it's this one.
System 001 really wanted to say that this would be even more ostentatious, but thinking that the motorcycle could be parked in a secluded spot later, it might be alright.
Seeing how excited the host was, System 001 rationally chose not to object.
Wen Bai waited outside for a while and then saw robot 575 emerge, wearing a form-fitting motorcycle suit that perfectly showcased its figure.
However, Wen Bai was momentarily stunned. Did one really need to dress like this just to ride a motorcycle?
System 001 nodded to itself. As expected of the clothes it bought, they showcased 575's pectoral muscles and perfect physique to their fullest. It could only give itself one evaluation: Excellent!
The perfectly built robot handed Wen Bai a helmet, then gracefully straddled the motorcycle, and put on its helmet.
Seeing that Wen Bai hadn't moved, the perfectly built robot patted the back seat of the motorcycle, "Master, get on."