Chapter 2287

This is anti-theft, the text will be ready soon, the update was unstable a few days ago, I apologize to everyone... I will change my mind next, for sure

Where to put future sci-fi characters in a tragic seventies family story?

Bohemia and Yuan Xiangxi watched the robot walk into the room, not knowing what to say for a while. The robot's guest etiquette is indeed impeccable; it didn't forget to nod at the family pet, turned around and closed the door, turned its head like a stapler 360 degrees, and thanked the hostess: "Thank you, you Your home is so beautiful. I lost some photos, and I'll pick them up for you."

The family photos that the puppeteer lost his temper and sent flying before were still scattered on the ground. The mechanical arm protruding from the body of J7 changed its appearance again at this time. After the two pieces of metal were opened and clamped, several photos were "shoveled". The stapler-shaped head tilted slightly towards the photo, and a white light suddenly lit up on 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, and then put 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, and asked the question that had been hovering over their heads: "This is a copy, don't you know? What are you doing here, acting as a telephone?" "

J7 paused on the spot, with a mechanical arm stuck in mid-air, and turned his head for a while: "... huh?"

"Come on, what the hell are you!"

J7 seemed to be more dazed than she was, the stapler-shaped head turned back and forth, and nothing came out except for the slight sound of the movement.

Bohemia couldn't understand it, so she just raised her head and shouted upstairs: "My lord, my lord! There is a strange thing coming into the house!"

A black figure appeared on the stairs silently. When he walked downstairs slowly "creaking, creaking", it seemed that the originally warm and bright first floor shivered with cold. At any time, the puppeteer always looks as if it is painted a pale color, with no trace of blood—only J7 doesn't feel any difference in this human being, and stretches out his mechanical arm to him, saying: "This is the first time. See you, hello."

The puppeteer paused for two seconds, and seemed to be stunned for a rare time.

"...Isn't the veterinarian assigned by the dungeon?"

His wife immediately took a few steps closer and explained in a low voice: "You may not have heard clearly. I just said that the calendar said that the veterinarian came to 'see' the small sugar cubes, which means that they have already finished reading it."

"I noticed that you seem to have doubts about me. I am a mechanical lifeform with self-awareness, and I happened to pass by."

J7's mechanical arm is still straight, and I haven't realized that the puppeteer will 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, let me automatically make an identity judgment on you. Could it be that you are the evolutionaries who entered the copy? You are not husband and wife and... and cats?"

"Do cats look like this?" Bohemia pointed to her face.

J7 thought for a while. "Well, there are indeed two sets of logic operating in this area. I think your situation is complicated. I'd better not get involved. Goodbye."

It left without delay—the three watched as it turned and twisted and twisted the doorknob with its robotic arm for a moment.

The sound of "da da" when the metal hit lasted for a while in silence. J7 even patted it several times at the end, and finally turned around again, pointing to the door: "I can't open it."

None of them showed a look of surprise.

Yuan walked to the west, opened the door smoothly without any trouble, and stood in the porch. J7 seemed to be puzzled for a moment, and was about to follow out, but suddenly stopped at the door.

"But if I leave, you don't have..." It thought for a while, "There is no toaster. This makes me feel that I can't leave."

"Sure enough, I knew you were going to play household appliances!" Bohemia clapped her hands, "This dungeon really—"

She promptly swallowed back the half-sentence of "good at assigning roles" and changed it to: "This dungeon is really easy, you can pass the level by playing a role."

A toaster certainly has no reason to be in and out of the house by itself. While muttering that this was a serious downgrade for him, J7 accepted his fate honestly - anyway, even if he didn't accept it, he couldn't let himself out.

"Didn't you lie to me?" J7 walked into the corridor, its stapler-shaped head turned round and round, as if it didn't feel at ease looking at everyone all the time: "Humans are a species full of deceit... Eh, eh?"

I don't know where its "eyes" are; its head suddenly 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 low breath.

"Is there any offal she doesn't know?"

...When the three of them gathered around Lin Sanjiu and finally got a general understanding of each other's situation, the sound of the rain outside the window still seemed to never stop, and the smearing made the inside of the house dim. Gray. The house was powered on in 1973, and the hostess Yuan Xiangxi simply turned on all the lights, and the whole house was immersed in a bright warm yellow. He didn't know when he made himself a cup of hot tea, took a sip, and took a long breath: "So, let's rest now and wait for Xiaojiu to wake up by himself?"

Pophemia was already drowsy. The puppeteer dressed in black leather sat on the sofa for one person, still with a sullen expression on his face, which seemed incompatible with the warm and peaceful family atmosphere, as if death metal had suddenly been added to a softly hummed lullaby. The bread machine was the only "person" who was worried about Lin Sanjiu's situation, so he leaned 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 don't you try electrifying her?"

"Maybe it's possible," Yuan Xiangxi said with a smile as he looked at him and was about to fall asleep.

The living room fell into silence again, only the steady and long breathing of Popimia, rising and falling on the verge of snoring. It's hard to believe that the house now is a copy of the house in 1981; the sound of the rain seems to have a hypnotic effect, rustling on the eardrums, gradually relaxing their nerves—to be honest, if it weren't for Lin San Alcohol is still in doubt, it is indeed a rare luxury opportunity to relax physically and mentally in the end of the world.

The puppeteer stood up gently, and turned his eyes around the people on the ground. There are so many people around him, but none of them are his dolls.

The sound of leather when he was walking did not wake up anyone, only the toaster turned its head slightly, and a gleam of light lit up on the edge. J7 didn't make a sound, and the puppeteer certainly didn't intend to talk to others; when he was about to walk out of the living room, he suddenly stopped and looked back at Lin Sanjiu who was on the ground.

Under his gaze, Lin Sanjiu's eyes were closed tightly, his lips were pale, and beads of sweat gradually appeared on his forehead at some point. The sweat was trembling little by little, like the sparkling water of a lake after being smashed; immediately, her skin, hair, and body trembled with the waves, becoming more eager and intense.

"What's wrong with her?" J7 got up immediately.

Yuan Xiangxi and Bohemia opened their sleepy eyes; when they saw Lin Sanjiu's strange condition, they immediately woke up. "Can you complete the upgrade this time?" Bohemia said as she jumped off the sofa and squatted down beside her - just as soon as she squatted down, she jumped up again and called out, "Huh?"

Everyone immediately turned their attention to her.

Before Bohemia had time to explain, she hurriedly bent down again, touched a few times from the swaying man's hand, and pulled out a long whip. "This, isn't this Lin Sanjiu's tornado whip? She didn't take it out before?"

The puppeteer turned around and approached a few steps, the leather made a sharp sound. Yuan Xiangxi sat on the ground, and suddenly felt something hit his knee; he reached out and picked up a can - it wasn't the can he got back from the Big Bear Market, those cans had already been let down by Bohemia It was thrown away——the one he picked up was obviously a product of the Twelve Worlds, and the label said: "Meat dry food, do not heat with a special heat source."

"That's also Lin Sanjiu's!" Bohemia cried out with sharp eyes.

As Lin Sanjiu's body trembled, more and more things that she put into the card library fell out one after another. [The power of description], a mug filled with hot coffee, a pile of sand, and a large stack of identical field pants... Almost as soon as everyone understood the situation, the living room was occupied by a small piece of things that kept pouring out ground.

Bohemia suddenly took a low breath: "Grab the toaster, let's run!"

"What?" Yuan Xiangxi got up, "Why?"

"Quick," Bohemia wasn't even afraid of the puppeteer, and squeezed to the door of the living room next to him in two steps: "Lin Sanjiu still has a container on him!"