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In a tragic family story from the 1970s, where should we insert future science fiction characters?
Bohemia and Yuan Xiangxi watched the robot enter the room, and didn't know what to say for a moment. The robot's guest etiquette was indeed impeccable; it didn't forget to hedge the family pet and nodded and turned around.
After closing the door, he turned his head like a stapler 360 degrees and thanked the hostess: "Thank you, your home is so beautiful. Some photos have fallen, I will help you pick them up."
The family photos that the puppeteer had thrown away before when he lost his temper were still scattered on the ground. The mechanical arm that opened and poked out of J7's body changed its appearance at this time. After opening the two pieces of metal, he clamped a few photos.
The "shovel" started. The stapler-shaped head tilted slightly towards the photo, and a white light suddenly lit up around the edge - as if some program had been activated.
"This is really a beautiful wedding photo," it "looked" at one of the photos for a few seconds, then placed it back on the small round table. "Is it here?"
Yuan Xiangxi was stunned and nodded: "Ah... that, yes."
"Where did you come from?" Bohemia finally couldn't help it anymore and asked the question that had been lingering on their heads: "This is a copy, don't you know? What are you doing here, playing a telephone?"
"
J7 paused on the spot, a mechanical arm stuck in the air, and turned his head for a while: "...Huh?"
"No, what the hell are you!"
J7 seemed even more dazed than she was. His stapler-shaped head turned back and forth, but nothing came out except the slight sound of the machine running.
Bohemia couldn't understand it, so she simply raised her head and shouted upstairs: "My lord, my lord! A strange thing has come into the house!"
A black shadow appeared silently at the top of the stairs. When he slowly walked downstairs "creeping, creaking", it seemed that the originally warm and bright first floor shivered with cold. No matter what time, the puppet master
It always looked like it was painted a pale white color, without any trace of blood - only J7 didn't feel that this human being was any different at all. He stretched out his robotic arm towards him and said, "Hello, first time we meet."
The puppet master paused for two seconds, seemingly stunned for the first time.
"...Not the veterinarian arranged by the copy?"
His wife immediately took a few steps closer and explained in a low voice: "You may not have heard clearly. I just said on the calendar that the veterinarian came to 'visit' the sugar cube, which means that it has been seen and gone now."
"I noticed that you seem to have questions about me. I am a mechanical life form with self-awareness, and I happened to be passing by."
J7's robotic arm was still stretched out straight, and it was not yet realized that the puppeteer would not shake hands with it: "At the same time, I also noticed that when I walked in, I received a series of signals from nowhere.
, formed a flow of information, allowing me to automatically make an identity judgment on you. Could it be that you are the evolvers who entered the dungeon? You are not a couple and... and a cat? "
"Does a cat look like this?" Bohemia pointed to her face.
J7 thought for a while. "Well, there are indeed two sets of logic running in this area. I think your situation is complicated, so I'd better not get involved. Goodbye."
It left immediately without any delay - the three people watched it turn around and use its mechanical arm to twist and turn the door handle for a while.
The "click-click" sound of the metal hitting it lasted for a long time in silence. J7 finally even patted it several times, and finally turned back again and pointed at the door: "I can't open it."
None of them showed any surprise.
Yuan Xiangxi walked over, opened the door smoothly without any trouble, and stood in the porch. J7 seemed confused for a moment, and was about to follow him out, but suddenly stopped at the door.
"But if I leave, you won't have..." It thought for a moment, "There will be no bread machine. This makes me feel that I can't leave."
"As expected, I knew you wanted to play the role of household appliances!" Bohemia clapped her hands, "This copy is really——"
She promptly swallowed back the half-sentence of "I'm pretty good at assigning roles" and changed it to: "This dungeon is really easy. You can pass the level just by playing a role."
Of course, a toaster has no reason to go in and out of the house by itself. While J7 muttered that this was a serious downgrade for itself, it honestly accepted its fate - anyway, even if it didn't accept it, it wouldn't
Can't let myself out.
"Didn't you lie to me?" J7 walked into the corridor, his stapler-shaped head turning around and around, as if he was not at ease unless he looked at everyone all the time: "Humans are a species full of deceit...
Eh, eh?”
I don't know where its "eyes" are; its head quickly turned to the living room, and then even the electronic sound was raised a bit: "Lin Sanjiu? Is that Lin Sanjiu?"
The puppeteer closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"Is there any bastard she doesn't recognize?"
...When the three of them gathered around Lin Sanjiu and finally understood each other's situation roughly, the sound of rain outside the window still seemed like it would never stop, making the interior of the house dim.
The house was gray. In 1973, the house had electricity. The hostess Yuan Xiangxi simply turned on all the lights, and the whole house was bathed in a bright warm yellow. He made himself a cup of hot tea at some point and took a sip.
, took a long breath: "So, let's rest now and wait for Xiaojiu to wake up on his own?"
Bobimia was already drowsy. The puppeteer in jet black leather was sitting on the single sofa, still looking surly and surly. He looked incompatible with the warm and peaceful family atmosphere, as if he was singing a lullaby softly.
Death metal was suddenly added to the mix. Breadmaker was the only "person" who was worried about Lin Sanjiu's condition, and would come over from time to time to listen to her heartbeat.
"I don't know much about the physiological functions of the human body," J7 suggested. "If she still can't wake up, why not try to electrify her?"
"Maybe," Yuan Xiangxi said coquettishly, looking at him about to fall asleep.
The living room fell into silence again, except for Bobimia's steady and long breathing, rising and falling on the edge of snoring. It's hard to believe that the house now and the house in 1981 are actually the same copy;
The sound of the rain seemed to have a hypnotic effect, rustling on the eardrums, gradually relaxing their nerves - to be honest, if Lin Sanjiu hadn't still been uncertain about his life or death, it would have been a rare luxury opportunity to relax physically and mentally in the end of the world.
The puppet master stood up gently and looked around at the people on the ground. There were so many people around him, but none of them were his puppets.
The sound of leather as he walked did not wake anyone up. Only the toaster turned its head slightly, and a faint light lit up at the edge. J7 did not make a sound, and the puppet master certainly had no intention of talking to others;
When he was about to walk out of the living room, he suddenly stopped and looked back at Lin Sanjiu on the ground.
Under his gaze, Lin Sanjiu's eyes were tightly closed, her lips were pale, and a layer of sweat gradually appeared on her forehead. The sweat shivered little by little, as if a lake of water had been broken up.
The waves were sparkling; immediately, her skin, hair, and body began to tremble with the waves, becoming more and more intense.
"What's wrong with her?" J7 immediately got up.
Yuan Xiangxi and Bohemia opened their sleepy eyes; when they saw Lin Sanjiu's strange condition, they both woke up immediately. "Can the upgrade be completed this time?" Bohemia said, jumping up and down.
He got off the sofa and squatted down next to her - as soon as he squatted down, he immediately jumped up and shouted: "Eh?"
Everyone immediately turned their attention to her.
Bohemia didn't have time to explain, so she hurriedly bent down again, touched the man's hand a few times, and actually pulled out a long whip. "This, isn't this Lin Sanjiu's tornado whip? She
Haven't you taken it out before?"
The puppet master twisted his body and took a few steps closer. The leather made a sharp sound. Yuan Xiangxi was sitting on the ground, and suddenly he felt something hit his knees. He reached out and picked up a can——
These were not the cans he got back from the Big Bear Market. Those cans had been thrown away by Bohemia a long time ago - the one he picked up was obviously a product of the Twelve Worlds, and the label also said: "Dry Meat Food"
, do not use special heat sources for heating.”
"That's Lin Sanjiu's too!" Bohemia shouted with sharp eyes.
As Lin Sanjiu's body trembled, more things that she had put in the card library fell out. [The power of description], a mug with hot coffee, a pile of sand, and a large pile of identical field battles.
Pants... Almost as soon as everyone understood the situation, a small area of ground in the living room was occupied by things that kept pouring out.
Bohemia suddenly took a deep breath: "Grab the toaster, let's run!"
"What?" Yuan Xiangxi got up, "Why?"
"Quick," Bohemia was no longer afraid of the puppet master, and squeezed to the door of the living room next to him in two steps: "Lin Sanjiu also has a container on her!"
