Iris is in a dilemma.

Her system keeps getting a red interface with failed calculations and failed calculations.

The basket began to tremble as he was carrying his things.

The little robot in front of him seemed to sense something, and his remaining hand kept scratching and making a sharp grinding sound on the ground.

"Zizi...... Save ......"

Iris struggled for a long time, but still put down the basket and walked towards him.

Alas, who let himself meet, save it, it's not a person, but if you don't save it, it's a real dog.

She looked around cautiously. There are no other demons and robots.

So she walked forward.

In front of the tattered door, Iris came over and picked up his severed limb, took a look at it, and wiped it on his body. The wires on it have been stuck with sludge.

The robot saw her and moved its sludge-stained head slightly.

"Zizi...... Save...... Zizizi—"A mechanical voice with the same sense of electricity as hers."

"I know you want me to save you." Iris walked up to him: "I'm here because of this." ”

Iris helped him up and leaned against the corner of the warehouse, and wiped his face with her hand.

It's a very kind little round face.

The outer skin of his massive body was mostly torn. Some of the epidermis still have scratches and many superimposed footprints.

"Maybe you'll have to wait." Iris placed his mechanical arm at his side, then pulled a large rag from his pocket apron.

"Although you should be waterproof, it's better to wipe it. What if the coating is scratched? ”

The little robot struggled to speak, but unfortunately the system was out of order, and all he could now make was the sizzle of broken machinery.

Iris ran to the side and lifted a pile of raged wood onto his lap.

"There's not much time, long story short."

"You've got to get some sleep, little one. Because I won't fix it. I'll have to find somewhere else to copy some basic maintenance knowledge. Iris continued to pile planks on him.

"Alas, God knows why I came to save you. Get yourself in trouble. Iris sighed, then loaded the backup energy into his energy trough.

"It can last three days. Three days later, I didn't come, and I guess you're really finished. Iris put the last piece of wood on him.

Now, it's really tight.

The little robot clearly turned on the power-saving mode.

And Iris walked out of the factory, carried the vegetable basket at the door and walked back.

The sun hung blazing behind her, and Iris watched her short shadow walk forward.

The next point is where to get the repair tools and repair knowledge. It's got to be planned. If you're not careful, it's easy to have big problems.

In this tribe, no one will deliberately repair a robot, everyone has passed the quality inspection, and if it is scrapped, it will be scrapped directly.

Basically all the documents about repairing and researching machines are in the only small research institute in this tribe. It's said to be a research institute, but in fact, it's no different from a robot's slaughterhouse, and sending it there is basically equivalent to being dismantled and played.

However, this is the kind of place, and it is also the most heavily guarded place in the entire tribe. Not to mention humans and demons, even a dog can't get in.

Iris walks slowly because she's calculating the plan.

In fact, I was a little worried, but since I have done it all, I hope that I have given it to others, and it is probably a little late to regret it.

I don't know, what she's for, including herself, she doesn't understand what she's trying to do. Maybe it's to satisfy an innocent life's desire to survive, or maybe it's to find a companion in a long and sad life.

In short, after a long struggle, she still felt that she had to go this way.

The best plan calculated is to burn.

So that night, she quietly set a fire, lit up many shops on the other side of the institute, and slipped in while the chaos was there.

It was a way to put the dead on the ground and survive, the fire was spreading so fast that she had to get the data out before the fire engulfed the research institute.

Before leaving, Kite took a lot of repair tools and materials with her.

In the end, Iris managed to escape. It was when she retreated that she was smashed in the face by a falling beam, and it burned nearly half of the simulated epidermis of her face.

The fire burned all night, and most of the chaotic guards and nearby demons did not notice the sneaky figure of Iris.

Kite Rou ran along the path to the warehouse, mended the skin of the little robot that night, and gave him a hand.

But what was left was not enough for her to tinker with her face.

The firelight outside was extinguished with the white sky. Iris leaned next to the little robot and was a little silent.

Her own time may be running out. Someone must have remembered what she looked like last night. The system also showed that 90% of her would be detected and destroyed within two hours of the fire being extinguished.