The workshop where the I-27 robotic arm is located is in the deepest part of Area I.
Avis Machinery Factory works in three shifts, working 24 hours a day. It is approaching the evening shift change time, and workers are coming in from outside the factory one after another.
He Ao mingled in the crowd and quickly followed the road signs to find the workshop where the I-27 robotic arm belonged. There was a palm-sized ink screen at the door of the workshop, which displayed today's shift schedule for each operation room in the workshop.
He Ao found the schedule of the I-27 robotic arm. He is currently working the afternoon shift. The operators of the morning shift are named Michael and Li Qi.
After looking over it, He Ao walked inside and pushed open the door of the I-27 robotic arm operation room.
What came oncoming was the huge noise of mechanical assembly.
Two workers in gray work clothes were operating a robotic arm in the workshop. The one on the left was thin and had short, patchy hair, while the one on the right was strong and looked naive.
"For the change of shift?" When the sturdy worker heard the door open, he didn't even look back. He looked up at the operating monitor in front of him and said, "You're early. You'll get off work in half an hour."
He Ao took a look at what the two were wearing and found that both of them were wearing smart bracelets, so he smiled and said,
"I'm here to help Brother Mi Gao find something. He dropped his bracelet. Let me see if he dropped it here."
Upon hearing this, the thin man raised his head and glanced at He Ao, then returned his attention to the robotic arm.
"Mi Gao?" The sturdy man was startled, and then looked back at He Ao, "Isn't Mi Gao a woman?"
He Ao:?
The movements of his hands were stiff.
"Michael is a man, and the Liqi who is with him is a woman."
The thin man on the side looked at the operation screen and said slowly.
"Oh oh oh," the strong man nodded and said to He Ao, "then hurry up. You will be fined for wandering around the workshop. You will be in trouble if the foreman catches you later."
"Okay, okay."
He Ao nodded quickly.
He walked to the cabinet behind the two of them and started checking it.
While inspecting it, he raised his head and glanced at the robotic arm, and asked casually, as if by accident, "Your robotic arm is so cool. It's much cooler than the robotic arm I have over there."
"That's it," the strong man laughed and patted the console, "This is a good thing worth ten million. Ten million. People like us can't earn ten million even if we work for hundreds of years."
At this moment, the thin man pressed the temporary automatic control button next to him and looked at the strong man, "Please check it for me. I'll go to the toilet first."
"Okay, go and come back quickly."
The strong man laughed.
He Ao continued to rummage around. After the thin man left, the strong man basically stopped talking. Instead, he stared at the operating table intently and devoted himself to it.
After rummaging around and finding no valuable documents or clues, He Ao walked to the console and looked at the densely packed buttons and two joysticks on the left and right.
His eyes moved down and he noticed the words on the operating table, [Abbott Intelligent Machinery TB-167A Robotic Arm.]
"Hey, don't move around." The strong man who was concentrating on operating the mechanical arm glanced at He Ao, "This thing is very complicated, and you need someone to teach you how to do it."
"Oh," He Ao glanced at it and asked casually, "Isn't there a manual for this device?"
"Yes," the sturdy man didn't look at He Ao this time, but was looking at the robotic arm intently, "There are only paper ones. I heard they are in the archives. They are like bricks standing upright."
It’s still thick, so I think you definitely don’t want to look at it. Anyway, I feel sleepy when I look at it.”
"Indeed," He Ao nodded in agreement. He looked around and said, "Brother Mi Gao's bracelet doesn't seem to be here. I'll go out and look for it."
"Okay," the sturdy man responded casually, "If you ask him to search carefully, he can always find it in the toilet or in the cracks of the bed."
"Yeah, thank you," He Ao thanked him and walked towards the door, "I will tell him."
When leaving, he closed the door behind him.
The sturdy man glanced at the closed door of the operating room, shook his head, and continued working.
On the other side, the thin man who originally went to the toilet leaned in a corner, raised his bracelet, found an avatar, clicked it, and started typing.
"Who are you going to send this message to?"
A cold voice came from behind him, and then he felt a hard thing pressing against his waist.
He glanced down and saw only a pistol covered with dark red lines, sticking out of the night.
And as he looked at the gun, a violent aura suddenly rushed into his mind, causing him to fall into a brief dizziness.
When he came back to his senses, the face of the somewhat sickly young man appeared in front of him.
His eyes met the young man's cold eyes, and he felt a bone-chilling chill rush into his heart, like falling into an ice cellar.
The sense of crisis from biological instinct prompted him to want to escape from here as soon as possible.
A little later and you will really die!
But under the young man's gaze, his body was completely frozen at this moment, and he did not dare to move at all.
"Um?"
He Ao tilted his head and looked at him doubtfully, as if waiting for his response.
"Here, give it to the foreman," the thin man said tremblingly, "if you report someone who is tampering in the workshop, you can get half of the fine as a reward."
At this moment, he realized that the young man in front of him was probably not a simple worker.
As he spoke, he carefully lifted the bracelet and showed He Ao the chat he had just finished with the foreman. It read,
[Foreman, I just saw...]
"Oh," He Ao put the gun back, "How to get to the archives room?"
"Next to Building B," the thin man raised his hand tremblingly, "go downstairs and follow the path in front of the door to the end."
"Okay, thank you," He Ao reached out and patted his shoulder, "Open your mouth."
The thin man didn't know why He Ao asked him to open his mouth, so he could only slowly open his mouth. In just a moment, he felt something being put into his mouth.
It's a bit sweet, a bit like sugar.
"Chew it and swallow it."
He Ao continued.
The thin man chewed it up and swallowed it obediently. Then he asked tremblingly, "What is this?"
"A slow poison,"
He Ao's hand that patted the thin man's shoulder was slightly raised, his index and middle fingers were separated, and a small ant caught between his two fingers traced along the thin man's neck and into his collar, "You
Do you feel like your body is itching now, like an ant crawling on you?"
He didn't say it was nothing at first, but as soon as He Ao said it, the thin man felt that his body started to itch, and he couldn't help but reach out and scratch his shoulders and back.
He Ao let go of his hand and looked at the thin man calmly,
"You do something for me, and I will give you the antidote. Of course, you don't have to help me, and that will take up to half an hour..."
