Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 1265: Run!

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 did not forget to nod to the family pet. After turning around and closing the door, it turned its head like a stapler 360 degrees and thanked the hostess: "Thank you, you Your home is so beautiful. If you lose a photo, I can help you pick it up."

The family photos that the puppeteer had thrown away when he lost his temper are still scattered on the ground. The mechanical arm that opened and protruded from J7's body changed its appearance again at this time. After the two pieces of metal were opened and clamped, a few photos were "shoveled" up. 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 bear it any longer and asked the question that had been lingering on their heads: "This is a copy, don't you know? What are you doing here, acting on the phone?" Machine?"

J7 paused on the spot, a robotic arm stuck in the air, and his head turned for a while: "...Huh?"

"No, what on earth are you!"

J7 seemed to be even more confused 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 explain it to him, so he simply raised his head and shouted upstairs: "My lord, my lord! A strange thing has come into the house!"

A dark 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 was shivering with cold. No matter what time it is, the puppet master always looks like he has been painted a pale white color, with no trace of blood at all - only J7 doesn't think this human being is any different at all. He still stretches out his robotic arm towards him and says: "This is the first time. Hello.”

The puppet master paused for two seconds, seemingly stunned for the first time.

"...not a 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 he has now left. ”

"I noticed that you seem to have questions about me. I am a self-aware mechanical life form that 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 messages from unknown sources. The signals sent out form an information flow, allowing me to automatically judge your identity. Are you the evolvers who entered the copy? Are you 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 sound of metal hitting the metal 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."

No one showed any surprise.

Yuan walked to the west, 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 while, "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 it just by playing a role."

Of course, a toaster has no reason to go in and out of the house by itself. While J7 was mumbling that this was a serious downgrade for itself, it honestly accepted its fate - anyway, even if it didn't accept it, it couldn't let itself 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: "Human beings are full of deceit. Species...eh, eh?"

I don’t know where its “eyes” are; its head quickly turned to the living room, and then even the electronic sound became louder: "Lin Sanjiu? Is that Lin Sanjiu?"

The puppet master closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Are there any **** 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, smearing the inside of the house. Dim and gray. In 1973, the house had electricity, and the hostess Yuan Xiangxi simply turned on all the lights, bathing the whole house in a bright, warm yellow. He made himself a cup of hot tea at some point, took a sip, and took a long breath: "So, let's rest now and wait for the wine to wake up on its own?"

Bobemia was already drowsy. The puppeteer, who was dressed in jet black leather, was sitting on a single sofa, still looking surly and surly. He looked out of tune with the warm and peaceful family atmosphere, as if death metal had suddenly been added to a softly hummed lullaby. Toaster was the only "person" who was worried about Lin Sanjiu's condition, and he 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 never wakes up, why not try to electrify her?"

"Maybe," Yuan Xiangxi said vaguely, looking like he was 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 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 Drinking is still a matter of life and death. It is indeed a rare luxury opportunity in the end of the world to relax physically and mentally.

The puppet master stood up gently and looked around at the people on the ground. There are so many people around him, but none of them are his dolls.

The sound of leather as he walked did not wake anyone up. Only the bread machine turned its head slightly and a faint light lit up at the edge. J7 didn't say anything, 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 closed her eyes tightly, her lips were pale, and a layer of sweat gradually appeared on her forehead. The sweat trembled little by little, like the sparkling water of a lake that had been broken up. Immediately, her skin, hair, and body also trembled 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 behavior, they both woke up immediately. "Can you complete the upgrade this time?" Bohemia said as he jumped off the sofa and squatted down next to her - as soon as he squatted down, he immediately jumped up again and shouted: "Eh?"

Everyone immediately turned their attention to her.

Bohemia had no 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? Didn't she take it out before?"

The puppet master twisted around ~IndoMTL.com~ and took a few steps closer, the leather making a sharp sound. Yuan Xiangxi was sitting on the ground, and suddenly he felt something hit his knee; he reached out and picked up a can - it was not the can he got back from Big Bear Market, those cans had long been sold to Bohemia Throw it away - the one he picked up was obviously produced by Twelve Worlds, and the label also said: "Dry meat food, do not use special heat sources to heat it."

"That's Lin Sanjiu's too!" Bohemia shouted with sharp eyes.

As Lin Sanjiu's body trembled, more things she had put in her card library fell out. [The power of description], a mug filled with hot coffee, a pile of sand, and a large pile of identical field pants... Almost as soon as everyone understood the situation, a small area of ​​the living room was occupied by the constant flow of things. ground.

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!"