Little Robot on the Run

Why do this?

Nan'an saw the old man take out many tools.

Those tweezers, screwdrivers, and chrome vanadium steel covered with copper rust are all packed in a transparent box, which also has the silver bell flower logo.In addition, there is a trace of wear and tear, and the words "Curiel" can be vaguely seen.

With a click, the box was opened by the old man.

He took out a screwdriver and pried open the shell of the communicator, exposing the complicated wiring and copper wires.

"Broken?"

"Ah."

The old man didn't say anything, he fiddled with the copper wire in the communicator, and occasionally, there would be a red light at one or two o'clock, but the old man ignored it and kept working on it, occasionally asking Nan'an to help him. Go ahead and give him the tools and replacement parts from the box.

In the end, not even the flickering red light disappeared.

"It fell hard enough." The old man took a screwdriver to remove the chip board bit by bit, "Who gave it to you?"

Nan'an wiped away tears and sobbed softly: "A good friend."

The old man sneered: "Friend? I thought you were a lover when you cried like this."

Nan An blinked blankly.

"lover?"

"Hey, they're all clichés." The old man replaced the new copper wires and wires, as if muttering, "That kind of love is so desperate to leave some traces for the other party, and it's not good to say goodbye. It's free..."

Nan'an didn't understand what this was.

But according to what the old man said, it seems that those things he and Lin Ze have experienced again can be matched one by one.

The old man didn't speak anymore, so Nan'an looked at him from the corner of the table. The blue-purple light came in along the rain and mist, and dripped on the communicator. After an unknown period of time, there was a soft sound, and the black casing was reinstalled.

"Charge it first, wait until the frequency is stable and try again."

Nan An whispered: "Thank you."

"Don't use these polite words." The old man spat on the ground, and when he put the tools back, he looked Nan'an up and down again, "Let's sleep here tonight."

"is it okay?"

"There are quilts and pillows in the cabinet. If you are hungry, go to the public kitchen by yourself. There is still half a can of beans in tomato sauce in the cabinet on the right."

Nan'an responded.

Just as he was going to get the quilt, and then hugged the pillow and swayed around, a blanket was thrown from the other side: "Use this to make a bed."

"Thank you." Nan'an still repeated his previous words.And the old man was still snorting. He covered a thin woolen blanket, leaned against the window sill with a wine bottle, and smoked silently.

Smoke quickly spread throughout the room.

Same as at the research institute, Nan An made the bed, patted the dust on the small pillow, hugged the pillow, and silently looked at the old man smoking in front of him.

The communicator on the side beeped.

After a while, Nan'an asked, "Can I ask a question?"

Seeing the old man's gaze, he pointed to the repair box: "Who is Kuril?"

long silence.

The old man didn't answer, as if recalling something, he smoked a few more cigarettes.

Just when Nan An felt that he would not answer again, he heard him say slowly: "This is our family's surname."

Nan An was slightly startled: "Curiel?"

"En." The old man responded.

Nan'an was lost in thought when he heard about it. In his impression, there was no scientist with that name in the institute—at least he hadn't seen one around him.

But listening to Curiel's tone, the elder brother who can be called a scientist is still in the rose area and making due contributions.

Nan An paused for a few seconds: "Then your brother..."

"He stopped calling it a long time ago." Currier twisted the last cigarette. "After that breakup, he changed his name."

As he said that, he found a photo from the cabinet on the other side, a chip-shaped photo from more than ten years ago, an electronic image made of glass, when it was thrown to Nan'an, it was still popping, revealing a little snowflake screen.

Nan'an opened his eyes wide.

This is a group photo in front of the research institute. Two scientists with the same pupil color are standing in front of the signboard of the "Latest R&D Chip Base", holding certificates and smiling slightly at the camera—the one on the right With wanton eyebrows and eyes, Nan'an recognized the young Curiel.

And the one on the left is...

Nan An was completely stunned.

He held the corner of the quilt with his small hand, and clenched it uncontrollably, for a long time, he murmured: "Biddle..."

Although the scientist in the photo is very young, Nan'an will not mistake those eyes, those eyes with human wisdom.

"What's his name now?" Kuril glanced at Nan'an, and his eyes fell on the photo, "What a coincidence."

"Huh?" Nan An looked at him and asked, "What did you say?"

"You don't need to know." Kuril took back the photo, lay down and turned his back, "Leave here before ten o'clock tomorrow morning, remember to lock the door."

The whole room fell silent.

Occasionally, I heard the sound of mice gnawing, mixed with the faint sound of water droplets, echoing in the room and corridor.

Nan An clutched the quilt, closed his eyes tightly, and wanted to fall asleep, but no matter how hard he tried, it was useless—even though he was exhausted and only drank a small amount of nutrient solution throughout the day.

If it was him before, he would have lost his temper a long time ago.

So Nan'an raised his eyebrows and continued to fight against insomnia.

But at this moment, he heard a slight creaking sound—it was the sound of the floor being stepped on, like someone getting up on tiptoe, Nan An quietly opened his eyes, and saw Kuriel bent over, very softly, Walk towards the door step by step.

The sound of closing the door sounded quietly.

Nan'an pondered for a few seconds.

Although in his understanding, the act of stalking is not good, but for some reason, a deep feeling pulled him, like a call from the universe, so he lifted the quilt and decisively pulled it out. The charged communicator followed out the door.

The environment was still wet and dirty in front of him. Seeing Nan'an, the mice that were constantly eating ran away along the water pipe, and then led the cockroaches that were eating garbage, and slipped into the cracks in the floor.

Nan'an looked around, but did not see Kuril's figure.

After thinking about it for a few seconds, he decided to look forward. In order to prevent getting lost, he took out a marker pen from his cloth bag and scratched a small circle almost every few steps he took.

When he walked to the other end of the corridor, there was a sudden noise from the stairs—Nan An quickly hid behind a discarded door panel, poked his head out again.

The familiar old figure appeared before his eyes again.

Nan An gasped softly, feeling nervous for some reason.

After a while, seeing that Kuril didn't notice him, and turned to go upstairs, he also followed in small steps.

This time, Nan'an really felt the complexity of the Shangshuilongtang. There are hundreds of corridors intertwined with passages. It seems that every place can be opened up, and it seems that every floor is a dead end, like a large maze.

But Curiel looked familiar. It didn't take long for him to push open a rusty iron door and disappear into the corridor on the top floor.

It was only when the iron door slammed that Nan'an crept up to the iron door along the wall—compared with the previous cramped environment and small space, the top floor seemed to be a little taller, and the circular ceiling shape reminded him of a dome , the structure of the four-city base.

For some reason, Nan'an suddenly remembered the experience of the four cities, those apertures that change colors day and night, and those introductions...

"More than 30 mechanical doors on the left and right, and twelve elevator doors on the dome above." Nan'an opened his mouth.He said softly, "The dome is guarded by strict guards..."

Before the words fell, he seemed to have guessed something, and took a quick breath.

The iron door creaked with the wind, and the slang and noises from the surrounding rooms were still there, but Nan'an couldn't care less. As he walked forward, he recalled the conversation between Lin Ze and Jason in his mind——

"How many entrances are there to the dome?"

"Don't the research institute know? Just like this, you are still responsible for the evacuation of the underground base?"

"How many places?"

"There are twelve elevator doors, and there are 34 other mechanical doors. Please inform other personnel of the research institute. The police department will only answer this kind of ignorant question once."

……

Nan'an pushed open the iron gate.

The neon light on the outside of the platform shone down, and the distant view of the city was divided into several lines by the electric wires, which were divided into areas in front of the eyes, just like the area where the members of the research institute study——

"It would be great if we were assigned to the study group in Area A, so we won't get lost in the dungeon in the future."

"The researchers around me, Ellie, they are all in Area C."

……

"The security in Area A is adequate, don't worry."

In the sound of rapid breathing, Nan An seemed to hear a familiar young male voice again. He was originally only in Area C, but he knew the structure well, "There are fifteen escape points near Area A, close to the arch. There are also emergency communication points for residents to use."

In the blurred peripheral vision, Kuril stopped not far away.

The dazzling neon light outlines a thin figure, he is wearing the uniform of the research institute, the corner of the white coat is lifted by the breeze, exposing the mechanical arm, and his back is facing them.

"Fixed?" said the man.

"Soon." Courier said, "Now that most of the security robots are conscious, the base will fall soon."

"You did very well."

Kuril looked at him: "In return, my brother..."

Before the words fell, the man smiled lightly.

"It's not that time yet, don't worry." He said slowly, "I'm his assistant, and I spend more time with him than anyone else. I will satisfy you whatever you want."

Listening to their conversation, Nan An's breathing almost stopped, and a chill rushed up his spine.

Kuril in front of him was still talking, Nanan no longer cared about it, he had to go to Lin Ze immediately and tell him what happened here.

at this time--

There was a light bump.

He accidentally knocked down the wire frame in front of the iron gate, and the discarded aluminum frame on one side fell to the ground together, making a loud bang.

In an instant, the surroundings fell into dead silence.

Like a pool of death, it gradually spreads out in every corner.

Sensing two gazes on his body, Nan'an took a quick breath.

After he calmed down, he turned around pretending to be calm, and looked at them—unsurprisingly, he met those eyes with a gentle smile in the research institute.

"Why did you do this?" Nan'an's voice was almost trembling, and he repeated, "Why did you do this... Flo?"

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