The air cooled and black fog filled the air.

Inside the study, where he couldn't see his fingers, Bill tried to control the black fog and let them slowly enter the little robot.

When one of the small robots is completely filled, Bill controls the black fog to move on to the next one, but it would be more accurate to say that he can't completely control the black fog.

It's like being the conductor of a concert, the black mist is the musician who listens to the conductor in the room, and the power of the shadow is Bill's hands.

And the black blood is probably the baton.

Squeak, crunch, crunch......

The black mist burrowed into the links of the little robots, gradually dyeing them close to black, until the twelve little robots could not bear any more, and Bill began to guide the thick mist that had not yet been used up back into the shadow space.

Calm gradually returned to the study, and there was no longer a fog blocking his view, and Bill looked at them expectantly, expecting that something magical would happen soon.

After waiting for a moment, the little robots on the desk didn't seem to change anything other than the color turned black, and Bill was a little disappointed to set them up.

"Isn't it useless?"

"Also, how can it be so simple to create life......

"The matter of the military and the Brotherhood has not been clarified yet, but this matter should have nothing to do with the military, after all, Shawei is now back in the army, and he has taken the initiative to communicate with me. ”

"I hope the government can solve the problem of the Brotherhood as soon as possible and do the pacifying work they should do, otherwise they will definitely target me with their character, right?"

With that, Bill stretched and got up to leave.

There were other things that had to be done tonight besides packing, or he wouldn't be able to leave with peace of mind, after all, these things had already been so obvious.

Worries must be addressed immediately, and they must not wait until things get bad.

Bill pushed the door open......

Syllable!

......

The sound of falling objects sounded, and you turned your head in an instant!

Bill's eyes widened as he saw the little robot he had just set up fall to the ground, and there was no one else in the room.

"I put it in the middle of the table. ”

"Are they ......?"

Swallowing saliva unconsciously, an inexplicable sense of tension rises, and Bill lights the kerosene lamp hanging on the wall for the first time, filling the study with light.

He stared at the little robot carefully?? , and sure enough, he felt a little weird, as if he was being scrutinized by something, and he was no longer the only one in the room.

Not daring to take his eyes off them for a moment, Bill clenched his fists, and the blackness spread to the whites of his eyes......

Creak......

It's, all of a sudden!

It's just the slightest jitter, though!

But in the shadowy eyeballs, the veins of the black fog inside each little robot are clearly reflected!

This strange fusion energy is slowly becoming part of the little robot, and providing the power of a black mist sufficient to animate such a tiny object.

Soon, the twelve little robots were all clucking......

They shook violently, and like a convulsive human, Bill remembered the images that had been eroded by the shadows, and the feeling of cold despair.

But these little robots are undoubtedly lucky, because they are not equipped with receptors, so they do not feel cold, nor do they feel the negative emotions of loneliness and despair, and it can even be said that they do not lose their minds......

Because these little robots are not humans, even if they gain something, they will not fall into that kind of madness, but will just merge with the black fog with the most basic feelings, and become a vehicle that has the possibility of evolving consciousness.

"You ......"

"Can you understand me?"

Bill picks up the robots that have fallen to the ground, and while he doesn't get a specific response, he finds that they seem to be shaking even more violently, and seems eager to complete the metamorphosis right away.

The black mist, who already had a certain spiritual connection with Bill, was undergoing a strange change, and he could no longer suppress his curiosity, and after a few turns of his eyeball in the socket, a shadow slowly burrowed out of his right index finger.

And Bill is detaching himself from Williams's body little by little, and his consciousness burrows into this reflection, becoming a mini-sized shadow and climbing onto the office desktop.

When he became a shadow, Bill's consciousness connection with the black mist became stronger, and the shadow, which was only the size of a palm, suddenly rubbed the shadows of the little robots, making their originally vague shadows clearer.

Immediately afterwards, Bill even separated a little bit of his own shadow into the little robot, which has almost no subjective consciousness in these shadows, but only the most basic common sense and experience of living as a human for many years.

For example, when walking, avoid obstacles, tell them that the side with their eyes and mouth is in front, and that cleaning and cooking are basic life skills that belong to human needs......

Another example is that I am your master......

"Are you feeling better now?"

It was strange to give his shadow to other creatures (machines?), and Bill was lying on the table, just in time to see the little robots' desperately shaking joints returning to normal from below.

Their eyes, noses, and mouths were fake, so without the help of their receptors, the black mist suddenly emitted a little bit around them.

Relying on the collision of the black mist with the environment as a sensor, these little robots gradually moved, and they gradually became familiar with what it was like to have a fixed form of body.

Bill was very satisfied with this idea, when his own shadow entered the little robot, it was originally just a faint connection, but now it has become a close connection.

The shadow slipped back into Williams' body, and Bill broke his stiff neck and fingers, not entering the shadow for a long time, a feeling that made him feel familiar.

"Hey, kids, come here!"

Waving to the twelve little robots, Bill sat in his chair and smiled.

When the little things that were screwed to their heads or necks and couldn't move heard the familiar call, their whole bodies turned in Bill's direction.

A small robot with hair made from a spring tries to take a clumsy step forward as it tries to pull off the screw legs.

Its body was still wobbly and unstable, but the other little robots quickly simulated its movements, and suddenly it fell to the table, and the little robots behind it also learned how to behave, and they all fell......

Seeing this, Bill rubbed his temples with a bit of a headache.

"Looks like you still have a lot to learn. ”

"But I don't have time to teach you today, let's go out with me first, after all, this kind of human world is complicated......"

"I still need you to experience it yourself to know how to deal with these problems, and learn more from me in the future. ”

Bill picked up the little robots in both hands, and couldn't put them down, but he seemed to think of something, blew out the kerosene lamp in the study, and left.

After returning to the bedroom, he gently placed the little robot on the ground and turned over the cabinets, took out the clothes that needed to be carried, put all the black ones into the shaded space, and put the colored ones into the light handbag.

Then rummaging for a while, finally rummaging under the wardrobe found a pistol holster that could be tied to a belt around the waist.

"It turned out that Esther received this kind of place, but fortunately it wasn't thrown away. ”

These holsters, which can be pinned to the belt, were bought by Bill a long time ago, after all, sometimes it is inconvenient for him to take out his weapons and equipment from the shadow space, so he also has a gun with him.

After slightly modifying the two pistol holsters, Bill straps them on his body and gently placed the curious little robots crawling around into the pistol holsters.

"Bear with me in there for a while, and I'll give you a new home in a while. ”

"Don't crawl out of the house, although we have a spiritual connection, even if you lose it, I can find it, but if someone else picks it up, it may be dismembered. ”

The energetic little robots climbed onto the top of the pistol holster one by one, and the head was unbuttoned, revealing only half of its small head.

Although they do not rely on fake eyes to see their surroundings, there is no doubt that they are more accustomed to seeing with their eyes after human experience.

Bill didn't restrict their movements, using his shirt to block the pistol holster tied to his waist, he grabbed his handbag, walked quickly down the stairs, and disappeared into the forest path.

......

Returning from the West Hill Psychiatric Hospital to the northern industrial area, when the horse-drawn carriage slowly drove into the machine factory, Langes's complicated feelings seemed to be calmed.

But he knew it was an illusion of quiet for a while, and now that his mind was full of Bill's inheritance, Langus felt like he was in a demonic obstacle.

And even if he knows that there is a problem with his mentality, he can't pull himself out of it.

In the middle of the night, except for the doorman who kept vigil in the factory, everyone else had already fallen asleep because of the busyness of the day, and the evening wind blew the placket of his clothes, and the middle-aged man with a long beard jumped out of the carriage.

"Langes, you don't look right today, are you in a trance because you've been working too much lately?"

Lao Wei drove the carriage, still very worried about Langes's physical condition, after all, Bill was constantly going out, so there were many things in the factory that depended on him.

Lao Wei is also very aware of the importance of the existence of Langes to the factory, although he does not know what Bill and Langes usually do in private, but the problems encountered in opening the factory have been solved one by one.

It has to be said that Langes is a capable man.

"That's probably the reason......

Langes was listlessly accepting the speculation, and he was in no mood to refute it at the moment.

"Then you have to pay attention to rest, we need your healthy body, because without your efforts, there would be no factory today!"

“...... I, I know, thank you. ”

Lao Wei, who received the response, nodded, and drove the carriage back to where it should have been parked, and Langes turned his head and walked to his temporary room, his back full of loneliness.

Lao Wei looked at his back and shook his head, no longer caring why he was depressed, he also needed to rest as soon as possible, so that he could have the energy to devote himself to tomorrow's work.

There are also toads around who know how to feed and feed, and don't know where to hide, Girougiroud, which makes the night lit by the bright moonlight lively.

Distraught by the sound of insects, Langus returned to his room, took a match from his bosom and lit the kerosene lamp hanging on the wall.

Whew-

The lights were blazing, and Langes took out a cigarette, pinched the tail of the cigarette with only his thumb and forefinger, and took a puff with his lips to his fingertips......

"Boss Langes, you ...... today"

"Who!"

Startled by the sudden sound, Langus instantly jumped backwards half a step and hit the wall, and a figure stepped out of the darkness, and the shadow shook from the flickering kerosene lamp.

"Why did you come back at this time, I've been waiting for you here. ”

"How's the investigation into Williams?

The accountant's shriveled body was illuminated by the light, and Langes steadied his emotions and squinted to observe, only then did he see the man under the dazzling light.

"It's you, scared me to death......"

Langes was no longer afraid, sat back in his chair and smoked, the smoke did not force the thief-eyed accountant to retreat, he leaned over to Langes again, rubbing his hands in the palms.

"Boss Langes, what do you think about this, Williams is so crazy that he can sign an asset transfer agreement with us?"

Faced with the question of accounting, Langes didn't know how to explain it at the moment, he took two puffs of cigarette harder, and paralyzed it with nicotine as if he had gained and lost.

"Bill ......"

"He has now left the psychiatric hospital, saying that he has been diagnosed as a normal person by a professional doctor and does not need to continue to stay in the psychiatric hospital for treatment......

"What!?"

Before Langes could finish his soulless words, the expression on the accountant's face was already even more distorted and shocked than when Langes learned the news.

"W-How is this possible!"

"Boss Langus, that Williams Cliff is obviously abnormal, even when we usually contact him, we can feel that he is a madman!"

"How could a professional doctor say that he was a normal person and let him out of a psychiatric hospital?"

"Damn, what the hell is this kidding!"

The accountant could barely control the volume, and he almost grabbed Langus and shook frantically to express his displeasure, but he also scratched his head desperately, hissing incessantly.

"Okay, okay, calm down, don't mention this matter again. ”

"Williams wasn't that easy to deal with, he was completely insane and we had a show, but obviously he wasn't completely crazy yet, and he didn't know anyone who was ordinary......"

After saying these words, Langus recognized the gap between himself and Bill again, and he sighed, and the gray smoke came out of his nostrils, and he felt very tired.

"But boss Langes, are you willing to work for Williams?"

"Even if we can't get the assets directly, as long as we have this place, we can transfer the money earned by the factory little by little in the coming days, and even establish a shell company to ......"

Bang ——!

"That's enough, I say shut up!"

"Now that I have a factory platform, I come into contact with government officials and big bosses every day, and I don't believe that I will always work for others and be a bastard at the bottom of society for the rest of my life!"

Langus suddenly shouted, and his right hand slapped the wooden table, startling a burst of dust and startling the accountant.

“...... You go back first, I'm tired today. ”

Finally kicked the accountant out of the door, Langus extinguished the kerosene lamp in a daze, lay down on the creaking wooden bed, and quickly fell asleep.

And before he fell into a complete stupor, he seemed to hear a familiar voice......

"Langes, that sentence saved your life. ”

"You should be glad ......"