A transparent cylindrical container is located in the center of the room, with silk-like light tracks floating in the tumbling liquid. It is the solidified and liquefied ether, fully integrated into the ether, creating an ether-rich environment.
The blue light saturated everyone around him, and so did Boluogo. He felt like he had walked into an aquarium, and in the central cylindrical container, there was an exquisite ornamental fish.
Bologg wanted to take a closer look, but he found that there was another glass wall blocking the way. The complicated light prevented Bologg from noticing its existence.
"The patient needs to rest, and it will be fine if he takes a look here."
Bailey wasn't joking before. As Aimu's attending physician, the advice she gave was really to rest.
Boluogo nodded, then looked at the broken body in the container.
Bologg didn't think there was anything wrong with using the word ornamental fish to describe Aimu. At this moment, Aimu was really like a fish, immersed in liquid.
Different from the last pitiful appearance in the memory, under Bailie's emergency repair, Aimu's body returned to the position of the abdominal cavity. Although it is still in a half-body state, it is much better than before. At least it can be seen now.
A vague human shape appears.
From the cross-section of the torso, Boluogo could see the intricate mechanical structure and densely packed cables inside. The soft gel shell was no longer made of cold metal armor.
The metal spine extended out, and many floating cables were connected to it. A faint blue light surged through the gaps in the metal, flickering.
Aimu's face has lost its previous beauty. The shell that imitates human skin is no longer replaced by a mask shell that is similar to a doll. She is now bare, with metal welding gaps all over her head.
The left eye goes out, and the right eye flashes a faint light from time to time to indicate that Aimu is functioning normally.
A series of external cables were connected to Amu's mind and the spine on his back. Finally, they were bound together and extended to the top of the container.
"Amu's injuries are very bad. Except for the two key parts of the mental projection and the constant motion core, which are not damaged, basically all the damaged areas are damaged."
Bailey said, "When I picked up Amy, her head was split...literally 'split'."
Boluogo blamed himself a little. If he hadn't brought Aimu to participate in the mission, these things probably wouldn't have happened.
But if Boluogo allowed Aimu to stay in the alchemy workshop, then Aimu might have disappeared with the alchemy workshop at this moment, or even...
"Phew, you almost killed my little junior sister. If Aimu also dies, I don't know if I can have a little junior sister."
Bailey kept mumbling on the side, which made Boluogo's sad mood feel at a loss.
"Little junior sister?"
Bologger couldn't understand this damn name.
"Alice is the junior sister, Aimu is the junior junior sister, and the next one is the junior junior sister. Is there any problem?" Bailey asked in return.
Burlogo shouldn't have talked to Bailey.
"Fortunately, the sublimation furnace core has enough technology to repair Aimu. What you see now is the repair and debugging of the main body. This is a complicated process. It takes us a long time to set various parameters.
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Bailey pointed to an isolated area next to her. Sparks were flying from the small machine tool. Researchers wearing protective clothing directed the robotic arms, constantly polishing the metal and assembling them one by one.
"You can think of Amu as a construction toy. Now they are remaking her limbs. After the main body is debugged, they can be installed directly."
Bailey explained these complex processes to Bologna.
"Then there's the added protective coating and more anthropomorphic treatments. Oh, by the way, there's also hair transplantation. It's really ugly when it's bare."
Bailey thought for a while and described it, "It's like a baby bird that doesn't even have all its feathers. It's so ugly."
"Is she conscious now?" Borlog asked.
"Yes, look at her eyes, they are still shining with light, which means that Aimu is still running stably," Bailey said, "but currently she is unable to make any feedback to external stimulation."
"Why?" Boluogo didn't understand.
"If we use humans as an example, Amu has lost all his senses now."
Bailey looked at Boluogo's body, from his eyes to his lips, from his ears to his skin.
"Just like a human being, she loses vision, hearing, touch, taste, smell...all the abilities to perceive the outside world are blocked, and she also loses all means of communicating with the outside world.
You see, she is essentially just a piece of scrap metal now. She can't speak or make any moves."
Aimu in the container is like a precise handicraft. Apart from the twinkling light in her eyes, she cannot react to the outside world in any way. And this flickering light only confirms that she is operating normally.
Contact with the outside world was completely cut off, and Aimu could not get any feedback.
"It's like being locked in a dark prison."
Boluogo murmured to himself.
Burlogo was very familiar with Bailey's description. He had experienced it before, in that deathly dark prison.
But in that dark prison, Boluogo could touch himself and hear his own breathing. He could confirm his existence, but Amu couldn't. All she could feel was pure darkness.
"It will take some time for us to reload Aimu's senses. You can't wait here forever," Bailey said.
Boluogo understood this. He looked at Aimu in the container again. The innocent and cute look was no longer there. Now she became bare, with only her torso left, and her body was slightly curled up, like an ugly caterpillar.
"Well, I will come again later."
After confirming Aimu's status, Boluogo said goodbye to Bailey and left.
Boluogo's thoughts were in a mess and he had endless strange thoughts. He left the Order Bureau and walked on the streets of Linna District.
In his arms were information about his resurrection from the dead, and the caterpillar appearance of Amu flashed before his eyes. Bologg stopped while walking, raised his head, and unknowingly arrived in front of the Undead Club.
Boluogo pushed the door directly and walked in. As soon as he entered the door, he could see Sere sitting lazily on the side with several wine bottles in front of him. There was a smell of incense lingering in the air. Weier was nestled on the bar.
, lumped itself into a lump. If you don’t pay attention, it’s really difficult to distinguish Weier.
"Did you start drinking in broad daylight?" Boluogo couldn't help but asked looking at Sere's drunken appearance.
"No, to be precise, I have been drinking since last night," Sere raised his eyebrows at Boluogo, "I just sent those pestering guys away."
"I can smell it. This perfume is too choking."
Boluogo nodded, and he thought about what happened. Sere took the woman back to the Undead Club at night, and they drank together until now. The women had just left not long ago, and Sere was paralyzed on the side, his eyes still a little blurry.
It's quite normal, at least for Sere, this is part of his daily life. Relying on being an immortal, Sere happily swims in the ocean of alcohol.
Boluogo looked forward to the day when he would drown.
Sitting in front of the bar, Sere also stood up and came behind the bar, facing Bologo as a bartender.
"Yo! Bologo!"
Weier smelled the breath of Boluogo, and it woke up and rubbed against Boluogo's body, leaving black cat hair on Boluogo's body.
The Undead Club is still so enthusiastic, but fortunately Boluogo is used to it.
Sere pushed over a glass of orange juice, and Boluoge took a sip and felt that his mental state was much better.
"Is there any room available here?"
"Have you decided to live here?" Serei's eyes lit up.
"No, I'm just staying for a while."
The place where Boluogo lived was really too far away. When Palmer was hospitalized, there was no way to send him by bike. In addition, with all these messy things in his mind, he also had information about resurrection from the dead in his pocket.
All of this made Boluogo exhausted, so he decided to rest for a while in the Undead Club. It just so happened that these guys would always amuse himself in some strange ways, which could be regarded as killing two birds with one stone.
But what really made Boluogo decide to come here were two other reasons. One was that the Undead Club was very safe. Although these undead people were more incompetent than the last, they were all old monsters who had lived for who knows how many years.
They can be noticed from the attitude of the Order Bureau towards them.
Others are...
"Serei, after the Dawn War, are all your Night Clan dead?"
"No, most of them are dead, and the rest are under house arrest in the Land of Eternal Night. What happened?"
"That is to say, except for you, the rest of the Night Clan should be in the Land of Eternal Night and unable to leave for the rest of their lives, right?"
"Yes."
Sere didn't notice the change in Boluogo's expression at all. He jumped out from behind the bar, grabbed a glass of wine, and was about to clink glasses with Boluogo.
"Are you sure you are the only one left?"
Boluogo looked at Serei coldly, making Serei feel a little embarrassed.
"What...what happened?"
Sere tried hard to recall the relevant things, but unfortunately his brain was almost poisoned by alcohol and he couldn't think of anything at all.
"Have you ever heard of this name?"
Boluogo observed Sere's expression, and then said slowly.
"Olivia Villeless."
puff--
The moment he heard the name, Sere sprayed out all the wine uncontrollably, turning Bologo into a drowned rat like a showerhead.
Boluogo didn't have any big reaction. He was used to all this. He silently picked up a tissue and wiped his face, and said slowly.
"It seems you know her, right?"
Sere swallowed, his eyes wandering. This old monster, which had lived for who knows how long, was trembling in front of Boluogo's gaze.