The first time I went online, I saw that Sheriff A2-’s connection was still there, and An Ran calmed down.

The result is not the worst.

Call up Sheriff A2-room monitoring during sleep.

Play 20 times faster.

This speed is not acceptable to normal people, but it is nothing to the super-brained Enron.

What's more, the picture is almost static.

After he logged off, the female boss went back to her room and never came out again.

The surveillance in the living room is a local surveillance that is disconnected from the Internet, but with Sheriff A2- serving as a forwarding base station, it becomes Enron's eyes.

It can be seen that even using local storage information is not safe. At least a signal shield must be added.

What is the female slave doing in the room? Or not in the female slave's room... or forget it, people need privacy, let alone a girl.

Connect to Sheriff A2-.

An Ran woke up in the body of Sheriff A2- and gained the five senses of Sheriff A2-.

Missed communication x1.

It's a call from a superior.

An Ran ignored the communication for the time being and stared at the two boxes in front of her.

The two boxes sit on the table and have never been moved.

The lock above is...

An Ran looked at the unfamiliar Yuanpan.

Block pop-ups answer Enron’s doubts.

The telekinesis lock appears to be composed of a large disk and three nested small disks on the outside. It has a more delicate structure inside, and requires telekinesis users to use telekinesis to penetrate and control several mechanisms at the same time to open it.

It's so high-end, it's worthy of being a box used to hold top-notch genetic medicines.

Now comes the problem.

Do you want to open the box?

Sheriff A2 - is just a disguised identity. He is a mechanical puppet doing things for him. Even if he wants to strengthen it, he does not need golden genetic medicine. If he really wants to use this fake body, this behavior is simply more luxurious than buying a villa for a dog.

In addition, there is another layer of risk in using genetic medicine for the prosthetic body, who knows whether it will suddenly come back to life.

The one who came back to life is Sheriff A2-or something else.

Top-level genetic potions are made from legendary creatures.

The color of the genetic medicine is not a color additive that distinguishes grades. It is a strong and visible glow produced by mental power and biological magnetic field.

Looking with mechanical eyes, what you see is transparent liquid.

It’s hard to decide...

Why didn’t the female slave take the initiative to open this box?

That way things will be easier to handle. If you don't have any evil intentions, you are a trustworthy assistant. If you have evil intentions and take something away, then he will have a way to recover it.

But this girl didn't even touch the box, and the difficult choice fell to him again.

Block pop-up data analysis.

The possibility of the female slave rebel: 99%

Chance of not being tempted: 1%

I also kindly remind you that this is a percentage chart. If it is a thousandth versus a ten thousandth, it can be even lower, laugh.

Intellectually speaking, An Ran also knows that human nature cannot stand the test.

But for some reason, he has some expectations, expectations for human nature, or expectations for the emergence of someone he can trust.

Human beings may be such entangled existences.

His fear of death makes him want to hide.

But his expectations for his companions gave him unrealistic fantasies.

Block pops up, plan 2.

Sending one box to a bank safe and leaving another box for testing can reduce losses.

A good plan, but can it still be called a test?

His original plan was to use a genetic potion to enhance the female slayer.

That’s why it’s a test.

The precious golden gene potion cannot be given to White Eyed Wolf.

When it is difficult to make a decision, Enron likes to use coins to decide, coins...

There are no coins in this unfortunate world.

Finally, An Ran found a protein bar in the refrigerator, closed her eyes and threw it away.

He tests your face when you look at it horizontally, and gives up when you look at it vertically.

"Boom." The frozen protein bar fell on the solid wood floor.

An Ran opened her eyes and stood "Oh!", can you believe it?

Knocked on the door, waited, no response...

I knocked again, but still no response.

Turn the handle and the door is unlocked.

Inside the house, the female slave was lying on the bed, already asleep.

An Ran tentatively touched the forehead of the female demon.

The sensor gives an accurate body temperature of 40℃.

Pull out a data cable from the neck and plug it into the data socket on the other person's neck.

The female slave's health system data appeared in front of An Ran.

Fever is caused by immune rejection caused by the large-scale use of medical robots.

The wound was on the right shoulder, a tearing wound. According to data, the arm was almost torn off and glued back again.

Such a serious injury...

"I was negligent. The kinetic energy of the artillery shell cannot be offset by level 4 telekinesis. There will definitely be a problem the moment you board the plane. You should be equipped with an exoskeleton armor..."

Block popup.

Analyze part of the memory of the female slave.

In the picture, the female slayer's right arm was equipped with an exoskeleton armor, but it was torn apart.

If it weren't for the exoskeleton armor, the wound would not only tear off an arm, but probably half the body, killing him on the spot.

"Sorry."

An Ran came up with the plan, so the responsibility naturally falls to him.

An Ran arranged the clothes for the female slave, wrapped her in a blanket, and picked her up.

This kind of injury can no longer be solved by oneself. I need to go to a prosthetic doctor.

There are more professional medical robots there that can reduce rejection reactions.

Of course, you can also take an injection of immunosuppressant at home, but that is very risky.

After all, the female slave's rejection reaction was not caused by mechanical modification.

An Ran packed two laptop-sized boxes into a larger suitcase and called a float truck.

An hour later.

The female demon woke up and her body temperature dropped to the normal range.

The little hand holding An Ran also loosened up, and she blushed a little.

"Sorry." An Ran apologized before the female slayer could.

The female boss who was robbed of her lines was slightly stunned.

"We'll talk about the rest later when we get back. By the way, you have to pay for the medical expenses yourself."

"This is what it should be." The female slayer finally found something to say and hurriedly paid the medical bills.

Wait, her balance doesn't seem right.

"I also want to tell you that I called a float truck because the situation was urgent, and you paid for it."

Call a floating car in the city?
To be continued...