Little Robot on the Run

Chapter 38

Just wash it off.

It was very quiet around.

Nan'an looked at the package in front of him, and slowly stretched out his hand. He knew that now was an excellent opportunity to determine whether it was a brain chip or not.

And the moment his fingertips touched the outer edge, there was a slight click.

— Lin Ze is back.

Just for a moment, Nan An quickly withdrew his hand. He was flustered for a moment, but he took a few steps back in the next second and calmed down.

He turned his head to look at Lin Ze, pointed at the package: "It was just delivered."

Lin Ze frowned.

"Who sent it?" he asked.

Nan An shook his head: "I don't know."

As he spoke, he glanced at Lin Ze again, and saw that the other party's eyes also fell on it, as if he was in deep thought.

Nan'an suddenly felt a little confused.

After a while, he carefully said, "Who sent this?"

Lin Ze pursed his lips and didn't answer, his gaze was still very light, but Nan'an felt that compared with usual, he seemed a little colder.

So Nan'an didn't ask any more questions.

He was eager to ask what was in the package.

However, if he did, his risk of exposure was greatly increased.

His peripheral vision stayed on the package for a few seconds, then turned to look at Lin Ze, pretending to be curious and asking, "Where have you been?"

Lin Ze didn't speak, he tilted his head.

A silver-white robot walked in from outside the door.

After seeing it clearly, Nan'an let out a wow: "It's Mr. Housekeeping Robot!"

He didn't care about Lin Ze any more, and ran over directly.

It has to be said that the level of human technology is still quite powerful.

Nan'an remembered Aina's destructive power at that time, even smashing Lin Ze's house.

But now, it is incredible for Nan'an to be able to make it look like a brand new one.

So Nan'an greeted Mr. Robot.

When he brought the robot to the cooking table, he asked Lin Ze: "Is it repaired by the repair shop?"

Lin Ze: "Yes."

"Then the business hours... What time to what time?" Nan An asked softly.

Lin Ze looked at him: "Are you very concerned?"

Nan An immediately shut up.

After a few seconds, he patched softly: "I also have a small alarm clock, it's been broken for a long time..."

Actually not.

For some reason, since Nan'an fought Aina last time, his arm has been feeling a little condensed, and even the lubricating oil is useless.

Besides that, the body too.

If I insist on describing it, it is a very strange feeling. It is not considered sour, but I always feel that something is missing.

Therefore, Nan'an felt that if this feeling continued, he would secretly go to the repair shop behind Lin Ze's back to see if he could come back with some tools and repair it by himself.

The plan works.

Nan An nodded in satisfaction.

While the robot cleaned up the kitchen, Nan An moved the table to the window.

This is one of the few places where you can see the city view. Looking out from the window, under the blue-purple light, you can see dense residential areas, power plants, and modern buildings in the rain and fog.

Speaking of the scenery, Nan An felt that this was not as good as his oasis.

But with the love omelet rice he prepared and the cute little silver spoon, it is instantly eye-catching.

It's afternoon time.

Nan'an heard from Lin Ze that there will be a meeting to attend later, which is about solar storms.

Nan'an doesn't know what base's university hall it seems to be in.

In his opinion, this kind of academic meeting should be attended by people at the level of the white-bearded grandfather, and they should bring a thermos cup when they go on stage, trembling, such as Professor Biddle.

So Nan'an sneaked a few glances at Lin Ze again.

Wow.

I really can't imagine.

At this time, the young scientist was sitting on the other side of the table, with a calm expression, and his slender fingertips lightly pressed against the handle of the spoon. He had no idea that he had become the image of a grandfather in Nan An's heart.

"What's wrong?" He glanced at Nan'an.

"No... nothing."

Nan An settled for a few seconds, then pushed the omelet towards Lin Ze: "I made it."

After finishing speaking, like a well-behaved kitten, it opened its eyes wide and looked at Lin Ze without saying a word.

Lin Ze's eyes fell on the omelet rice.

On the golden egg skin, there are small hearts made by Nanan with tomato sauce. In the middle, there is a double-layered heart, which is very unique, like a kitten pressing its paws and covering it. own little stamp.

Nan An looked at him and asked, "How is it?"

Lin Ze put down the silver spoon and looked at the boy in front of him.

At this time, he was looking at himself expectantly. Under the slightly curled eyelashes, the watery eyes were a little nervous, very well-behaved, and even a little ketchup was stained on his fair cheeks.

At this moment, Lin Ze saw Nan An take out a little bit of the leftover chili sauce again, and he said that it was not counted last time, but this time, adding a little bit would make it more delicious when mixed with the rice.

For a moment, Lin Ze suddenly felt that he was being too harsh on him.

He looked at Nan'an, a young man who was so innocent that he didn't seem to belong here. After a long while, he said lightly, "It's delicious."

When Nan An heard it, his eyes brightened immediately: "Really?"

"Ah."

With Lin Ze's approval, Nan'an let out a wow in his heart.

He looked like a cat who got a cat teaser. He looked very happy and couldn't wait to share the secret of Nan'an-style omelet rice with Lin Ze.

But maybe I was too excited. When I was talking about beating eggs, I couldn't control the chili sauce in my hand, and poured it all on Lin Ze's omelet rice.

Nan'an: "!"

He quickly took a small silver spoon to make amends, trying to scrape off the chili sauce, but the whole omelet rice became a paste.

Nan'an: "!!"

So he hurriedly poured some water again, trying to wash the omelet rice.

As a result, it became a bowl of soup-style omelet rice.

Nan'an: "QAQ."

It's over again.

It was hard to maintain such a small image in front of Lin Ze, but now he has been defeated by himself.

It's all this damn Mr. Chili Sauce.

Thinking of this, Nan An couldn't help but pouted, and angrily tapped the chili sauce in his hand, getting angry with it.

He looked at the plate of omelet rice in red soup, and asked Lin Ze in a low voice, "Do you want to change mine..."

Before he finished speaking, Lin Ze pulled the plate back.

The expression on his face was still very pale, as usual.

"That." Nan'an continued, "My little heart is still there..."

Lin Ze: "No need."

Nan An was slightly taken aback: "Don't you want to change?"

Lin Ze shook his head.

After that, he gently picked up the silver spoon and started to eat just like before.

Nan An blinked at him.

I have to say that in Nan'an's eyes, this kind of omelet rice has become a bowl of rice with red soup covered with egg skin.

Lost the original soul.

Nan'an didn't know if it was because the tolerance of the human beings on the other side was too high. If he faced such food, he would be thrown into limbo.

They ate in silence for a while.

The housekeeping robot on the side is packing Nan'an's candies and biscuits. Its joints are flexible, and every time it makes a movement, there will be a slight mechanical sound.

Accompanied by such a sound, Nan'an fell into thought again.

He dug the omelet out of a small cave with a small spoon, as if he was in a daze—until the crisp silver spoon sound came.

Nan An raised his eyes and saw that Lin Ze had finished eating.

The empty plate in front of him is clean, the silver spoon is placed on the right side, and the water cup is placed on the left side.

In order not to make the scientist wait too long, Nan An speeded up his meal.

Without the restraint he had before, he ate spoon by spoon, and finally picked up the plate with his small hands, buried his head, like a little hamster, and started to gobble it up.

At the moment he finished eating, he suddenly remembered something and let out a oops.

"I haven't had the borscht yet." Nan'an said vaguely, he hurriedly put down the plate, and was about to serve it, when Lin Ze said, "No need."

"Household robots can do it." He said, "Just let it do it."

Nan An made a "hmm".

In fact, he is also a robot, no different from a housework robot, but he can't say anything.

The precision of the housekeeping robot is very high. Nan'an saw that it gave each bowl three pieces of potatoes, twelve onions, and two slices of red sausage.

For a moment, Nan'an suspected that even the borscht soup was prescribed in how many milliliters.

But Nan'an didn't say anything more.

He said thank you by radio, and when he was about to pick up the Luosong soup, he saw a red light flashing on the chest of the housekeeping robot.

Nan An frowned suspiciously.

After a while, he pointed with his finger and asked, "What is this?"

"Tracking chip." Lin Ze said.

"track?"

"To put it simply, it is to detect actions, chip operation, etc." Lin Ze said, "to prevent any abnormalities in the robot."

Nan'an heard and nodded: "The robots in the rose area are all implanted, right?"

"Ah."

Listening to the answer, Nan An was a little lost again.

It seems that Lin Ze is still rigorous. When humans have chip mutations, they can reverse their thinking and prevent robots from having any abnormal reactions—or in other words, this is not a prevention.

Nan'an is more of an investigation.

So he suddenly remembered the story of the post-apocalypse period told by Biddle and him on the previous rainy day.

At that time, Biddle told him that whether human beings can meet the future depends entirely on the development of technology and human attitudes towards it.

At that time, he really knew a lot.

But he still doesn't know another story, the one related to Lin Ze - the split between the two factions that happened ten years ago.

In fact, Nan'an also secretly investigated, but it seems that what he found were only superficial words, as if everything had been erased.Those researchers who knew kept silent, while those who didn't know said only a little.

——It seems that the disappearance of the Ministry of Artificial Intelligence and the division of the city seem to have turned into dust and buried them deeply.

Nan'an put down the small spoon.

He looked at Lin Ze, pondered for a few seconds, and suddenly said, "Can I ask one thing?"

After the voice fell, Lin Ze's gaze flicked over.

The two stared at each other for a few seconds.

After a while, Nan'an plucked up his courage and asked, "Why on earth did Yinling... want to split with us?"

The author says:

Today is curious Anzai.