Shortly after the sound of cold machinery echoed from the depths of the passage, a scrawny figure slowly emerged from the corner at the end of the passage.

Even though the lights in the passage kept flickering, Wu Ming could still see the appearance of the comer&ash;&ash; it was a robot.

Or, to put it more accurately, it is a rudimentary robot skeleton that resembles a skeleton.

An oval skull made of jet-black shiny unknown metal is connected to a silvery-white metal spine, and blue and red wires run from under the skull and down the spine. The next section, roughly the position of the shoulders and collarbones of a normal person, is equipped with a beam bracket used to fix and connect the interface of the two hands, and the two ends of the beam are connected to his arms.

Continuing down his spine, his legs were as rudimentary as his hands.

With no armor or shell encapsulation, the thin-armed, thin-legged robot looks like a stickman.

Wu Ming can see at a glance that although the workmanship of this robot is very shoddy, it can definitely be regarded as black technology.

Because he didn't see the power supply.

This simple robot can not be seen to see anything similar to the energy core.

And this kind of thing that can drive itself without energy is either an unreasonable supernatural product, or its energy system has reached a level beyond Wu Ming's conventional imagination&ash;&ash; either it has a wireless charger on it that can continuously charge itself, or it has miniaturized the energy to the point that it can be stuffed into that oval skull.

Yo, it's really out?

Wu Ming raised his eyebrows, raising his vigilance to the top, and at the same time secretly strengthening the strength of the shield and spirit filter: What? After peeping on the side for so long, you finally couldn't sit still and ran out?

Organism, your provocation is pointless. The stickman's prosthetic eyes swept over with a red glow, as if he had done a quick scan of the two intruders, and then the stereo in his head emitted the cold, mechanical broadcast sound from before, and we had no ill will towards the outsiders.

Wu Ming turned sideways and pointed to the few members of the bone team who had not yet been included in the containment space under his feet: You watched these people repeat what they just said? Then he pointed to the bullet holes in the narrow passage, and these bullet holes, you call this no malice?

I believe you're a ghost! Dogs are much worse than robots.

The stickman's voice remained the same, as if he didn't feel the embarrassment of opening his eyes and being exposed: this is some extraordinary trick to prevent you from going too far into the Tower without knowing it, and please forgive me.

So? Wu Ming casually threw the last few members of the bone team into the containment space.

I hope that you will hand over the organisms that you may have captured, and stop the illegal access. The stickman patiently explained: The fire passing ceremony is an important ritual once every ten years in Night City, and no one can interfere with it.

Wu Ming said with interest: Oh? You also know I caught a rare Pokémon? Although this thing was done on the street, it wasn't so big that everyone knew about it, right?

Hehe. He let out two dry laughs without emotion, although he couldn't understand what the other party's mouth was about 'rare Pokémon', but according to the current context, he could still understand the implicit meaning of the other party's words, and the whole Night City was my eyes.

Half a month ago, you were brought back to Night City by an organism codenamed Ah Dog, and entered the lower city through the South Gate, and since then, you two organisms have been living in a hut owned by Ah Dog.

Soon, the stickman was full of joy and reported their itinerary after arriving in Night City.

Male organisms. As he said this, he raised his finger and pointed at Wu Ming: The code name is nameless (nona) and has very little time to go out on weekdays

Sitting in Ah Gou's house part of the time, reading all kinds of books, and at the same time having a material generation method suspected of alchemy, he can refine the loess into various ingredients for daily consumption, and in half a month, he went out seven times in total

The intelligence work is doing a good job

I've confirmed my eyes.,It's the same person who likes to put surveillance everywhere.。

A look of approval flashed in Wu Ming's eyes, and what he cared about the most was how the other party knew that he could refine into matter.

This method, he has only quietly used it a few times in the house of Ah Dog and Ah Cha, unless this stickman is so mad that the homes of the residents of Night City will be put into surveillance for surveillance, then theoretically the only person who may know this little secret is Lina, and maybe you can also count Ah Dog and Ah Cha who may know

However, as he pondered this, the stickman had already continued.

Seven times, he accompanied the female organism codenamed Elizabeth to wander around the lower city of Night City, the factory area, and the greenhouse area, performing meaningless singing activities, and even organizing workers to gather many times

Wait a minute! At this time, Wu Ming suddenly interrupted him loudly: You dare to say that the street concert I organized is a meaningless act?

Lacking a clear purpose, they only incite the emotions of the workers through songs, but do not properly guide their emotions, but leave them alone, let their emotions calm down on their own, and waste them in vain. The red light flashing in the eyes of the machine stickman is indeed a meaningless act.

Wu Ming suddenly became angry when he heard this: Fart! You're questioning my abilities as an idol producer!

The light in the righteous eyes of the robot stickman changed to white, and he glanced at Wu Ming, who even saw the meaning of 'too lazy to argue' from his demeanor, and then continued: The female organism, codenamed Elizabeth, has a strange charm, can instantly dissolve the vigilance and hostility of the organism, and the nature of the singing voice is similar to that of the old world siren kraken, with a confusing effect, and a strong melee combat ability

After arriving in Night City, he has repeatedly traveled to various locations outside of Uptown and the wasteland outside the city, dissipating the vigilance of other organisms through strange charms of unknown origin, diluting their personal will, and transforming them into obedient slaves, which is extremely dangerous

Wu Ming listened to the cold sweat that was about to fall, and subconsciously poked Elizabeth beside him with his elbow: Tell me honestly, what do you do when you go out every day? Why is it still brainwashing? If Lao Zhao knows about this, he will definitely punish you for kneeling on the washboard when you go back!

Elizabeth was aggrieved: Big brother, I didn't, I just finished walking and was a little hungry

And then you don't agree with each other and brainwash others?

Although Wu Ming knew very well that Elizabeth would not do anything to brainwash others, he was afraid that he would have some kind of aura of reducing intelligence

No, I just found a few talkative people to have a few meals

The two of you said a word to me, and they blatantly deserted in front of the enemy.

Fortunately, there was a robot standing in front of them, and the corresponding emotional logic circuit was not set, otherwise they would have been angry by the actions of these two to vomit engine oil.

You are a great threat to Night City, and it stands to reason that the object that should have been eliminated is right, just as the two of them whispered to each other, the voice of the stickman came slowly, as long as you are willing to hand over Meng Yiran and leave the energy tower, I will not be responsible for your actions in the past.

What if I don't want to?

As if he was trying to make him angry, Wu Ming had to slap him like this.

So, you can see for yourself

The stickman's eyes flickered, and he threw a beam of light that reflected on the ground and played an image.

This is Wu Ming looking at the projected image, and his expression finally changed slightly, are you threatening me with them?

It's weirdly tiring to tell the story

Ah Cha finished telling the story on the radio program, turned off the radio equipment and went off the air, leaning back on the somewhat unstable chair and stretching.

The eight-hour work week and weekends also sighed, and couldn't help but think of the opinions I heard from Wu Ming these days, which sounded like a science fiction story

science fiction stories,

It is the vocabulary he heard from his parents when he was a child, and in his already somewhat vague and hazy memory, he vaguely remembers that his father often told him some stories, and he still remembers the specific content of the stories, most of which are in some times when the scientific and technological background is very developed, and people have been freed from heavy labor and begun to expand their horizons to a wider world

Set out to the universe to wander in the sea of stars and meet the brave pioneers of the hideous insect swarm; A bone man who has the same feelings as a real person, and is finally killed by a bone killer at the moment when he finds the meaning of life; A brave girl who travels through time and space and reincarnates again and again, just to change the ending of her best friend

He was fascinated by each story and told it to his sister and friends again and again.

As for why it's called a science fiction story?

He didn't remember either, but he knew that his father's father said the same thing, and his grandfather's father said the same thing, and he didn't know it earlier, but in short, the word was passed down from generation to generation.

However, according to his understanding, it may be the kind of story that has a certain scientific basis, but most of the fantasy elements

According to this standard, the eight-hour working day and the weekend system are also considered to be the background settings in science fiction stories.

Lena, whose whole face was covered tightly, heard this word, and there was a glint in her beautiful brown eyes: "Dog, tell me the story of the bone killer again, right?"

But now it's best to stay still, let yourself reduce your calorie consumption, Ah Dog is a little hesitant, although our supplies are quite sufficient, we must always take into account the unexpected

Lena's eyes flickered, a little lost: Eh, won't you talk about it today?

Lena, don't listen to your brother's nonsense. Ah Cha stretched his waist, your brother's level of storytelling is really not flattering, I have also heard the story of the bone killer, I will tell you!

The little girl's eyes suddenly lit up again: yes!

She also felt that her brother's storytelling was a bit dry, and when it came to storytelling skills, it must be that the brother Ah Cha in front of her was more powerful.

I said you, Ah Gou wanted to stop it, but when he saw his sister's expectant eyes, he didn't say what he wanted to say in the end, and he carried the pot well: Okay, you can tell it, I'm really not good at telling stories

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