Are you human?

"Sir, it's time for you to drink afternoon tea."

Congcong stood at the door of the room, his calf trembling with exhaustion, he went to the bathroom twice since he woke up, even the meal was served by the mechanical arm in the husband's room, and he honestly ate the prescribed portion.

Only the sound of steam from the kettle boiling came from downstairs, and the afternoon tea was sent up the handrail of the stairs and stopped at the stairs.

"Go get it."

Mr. Congcong's deep voice came out, and Congcong trembled all over, and then muttered dissatisfiedly: "Obviously I can get it by myself..."

"Scallion—" "I see, sir."

As soon as he took a step, Congcong felt a sharp pain in his heel. It was strange that this body was so delicate in these corners and unnecessary aspects. Even a day of corporal punishment made him exhausted.

He also thought that robots should be made to reduce the concept of tiredness and achieve the purpose of working day and night.

Holding the tray was still a little unsteady, Congcong brought the afternoon tea to the door with a sad face, and the door opened a small crack, and the mechanical arm took the tray gracefully.

Shouldn't this length be able to reach the stairs?

Without her husband's instructions, Cong Cong still stood at the door with her head down, watching the December rabbit at her feet taking a nap in the afterglow of the setting sun, and watching the cracks on the wooden boards.

This house looks like someone lived in it. I don't know that Mr. has had several robots before him.

They must have run away from home because they couldn't stand the husband's temper.

The sound of drinking tea came from the room, and the cup made a crisp sound when it hit the porcelain tray: "Okay, now let's discuss your staying up at night."

"I sleep, sir, I sleep every night."

"Oh, is it?"

Fu Lianyu called up the video of him sleeping last night for him. The little guy slept with a shocking difference. He would roll off the bed every once in a while, and then set off the alarm on the floor. Fu Lianyu was in the tremor of the system all night. Sleeping and waking up from time to time, in the morning he was so angry that he made Congcong stand at the door for a whole day, and now he woke up after a good sleep.

The mechanical arm stretched out its index finger, poked him on the forehead, and asked word by word: "Is it the first time you slept in bed last night?"

"It's not the first time..." Congcong swayed her body, grabbed her pants, and scratched her little leather shoes on the ground, and there were already new scratches on them.

Fu Lianyu wasn't going to engage in psychological warfare with him either, so the mechanical arm reached out to the December Rabbit, picked up the whole rabbit, and turned one finger into a blade.

"what--!"

The little guy covered his mouth and took a deep breath, staring at the sharp knife point on the mechanical arm with an incredulous expression, the hair on his head trembled.

Fu Lianyu hesitated for a moment, thinking that the point of the knife might be a bit too much, so he slammed the December Rabbit against the wall.

Unexpectedly, Cong Cong's expression became even more terrified, her small hands were trembling and held onto her chest, her eyes were wide open, her small mouth was slightly opened, revealing her white teeth.

The mechanical arm took advantage of the situation to put the December rabbit down and pressed it to the ground. The lazy rabbit didn't wake up after this toss, and finally it was able to continue to bask in the sun because it changed a place.

And Congcong already knelt down: "December Rabbit..."

"Cough cough."

Fu Lianyu cleared his throat to remind Cong Cong, the little guy finally sat up straight, but his eyes never left December Rabbit: "Sir, I'm listening, I'm listening."

"Why don't you sleep well at night?"

"Well... because I have dreams when I sleep, I'm so tired."

"Dream? What dream?"

"I can't remember clearly," Congcong scratched his head, "I read in the book that people can't remember the content of most dreams. Although I am not a human being, maybe I have a place to store it. Sir, you can take it apart. Come down and see."

Fu Lianyu choked, but had nothing to say.

Congcong tentatively stretched out her hand towards December Rabbit, and muttered in her mouth: "But I have a little impression that sometimes I will be very cold, and sometimes I will bleed. In my dream, there is also a peach blossom tree, and there is a An unknown man and an unknown woman."

Fu Lianyu guessed that it was probably some fragmentary memories left in his mind, and he would try to piece them together when he was resting at night, and it became what he called a dream.

In fact, the best result was that the core just copied his memory at that time, and sealed his own memory in his mind, so that he didn't need to break into the "host" to retrieve Fu Yu's memory. hands, who knows if it will be fed into it.

He even privately wanted the little guy not to think about the past, those were not good memories for him, but now he guides the other party and can create memories that belong only to the two of them.

Fu Lianyu shook his head, drove this thought out of his mind, sighed, and let Cong Cong carry his December rabbit back.

It's a pity that the real rabbit couldn't be bought, and his little dream couldn't be fulfilled, but at least the house wouldn't stink, God knows if Cong Cong will really feed it green onions.

Congcong happily embraced December Rabbit, rubbed its little furry head, watched the mechanical arm retreat into the room, and the door closed again.

"I actually sleep here sometimes, sir."

"Ok?"

"I'll spread the blanket here," Congcong drew a small square on the ground, then lay down on it, "and sleep here."

"Why, isn't it comfortable to sleep down here?" Fu Lianyu looked at the little guy outside on the monitor screen and smiled, but he never noticed it once, and there were no sensitive sensors on the floor of the second floor. A small loophole was exploited by the other party.

"Because, sir sleeps inside." Congcong caressed the door and replied seriously, "This is the closest to sir."

The smile on Fu Lianyu's face gradually faded, and he put his hand on the door, as if his hands were touching.

"I was downstairs alone, and I was a little scared. I lay on the bed at night, no matter how I wrapped the quilt in my arms, I still felt so cold and couldn't sleep, but I didn't feel so scared when I slept here. Congcong's voice softened, with a hint of coquettishness, "Why?"

Fu Lianyu was at a loss for words for a moment, not knowing what to answer.

He gave the other party another name in order to distinguish him from Fu Yu, and told himself all the time that Fu Yu's memory was still trapped in the hands of the core, and he was going to save him.

But he was thinking again, what is the difference between the two?Fu Yu, who has no memory, can only be Cong Cong?

"...Maybe it's because I'm inside."

"Well, that's right."

Congcong put her entire small palm on the door, Fu Lianyu knocked on the door, and the shock was transmitted to his palm.

Then along the arm, in accordance with the beating frequency of the pulse, it reaches the bottom of his heart.

"Sir, will you feel better someday?"

The voice of the electric current was a bit noisy: "Either it is to wash away the neurotoxins in the body so that my brain can think normally, or - to find a body that fits me so that I can have a new shell, but in view of this There are only the two of us left in the world, unless you are willing to share a body with me, it should take a long time before I can go out."

"Oh, our bodies fit together so well."

The little guy's function of finding key points is as good as ever. Fu Lianyu got up and returned to the workbench, and drank the rest of the restorative agent in one gulp: "That's right, it fits really well."

"But about the question about the two of us left in this world, sir, are you mistaken?"

Fu Lianyu's heart sank, but he still asked flatly: "How should I say it?"

"Because there is another person under the ground." Cong Cong pointed to the ground, then covered her mouth, "Ah, I have never been to the ground, nor have I often slept in it. I, I am just..."

"Is there someone underground?!"

Congcong tiptoed about to escape, but was caught by the mechanical arm again. After weighing it for a long time, he decided to confess leniently: "Yes, it's in a big freezer, but I knocked it several times, but he ignored me. That's what we just did When I came here, there was a letter in the room on the second floor, and I will install the body for you according to the instructions in it, which also contains the entire structure of this house."

"A letter?!"

Congcong seemed to realize that he had done something bad, and hugged December Rabbit tightly: "Sir, please don't confiscate December Rabbit..."

Fu Lianyu took several deep breaths before calming himself down: "Go and get the letter."

"Yes, yes, sir."

Congcong hurriedly agreed, and rushed downstairs, only to hear a rummaging of boxes downstairs and a loud noise, and then saw the little guy staggering out holding a thick and big book.

"You call this letter?"

Cong Cong smashed the "letter" in his hand to the ground, his little arms were sore from exhaustion, pointed to the big gold letters on the cover, and read: "It's written on it, a letter to my dear son, sir, don't you know how to read? I also find it difficult to recognize the characters, I have been learning for a long time..."

Before he finished speaking, Fu Lianyu moved the letter in, and a small handwritten note leaked out, the ink was a little blurred, but it was still legible: Sorry son, I accidentally wrote too much, you Remember to read it, it is all philosophy of life.

Who is the "son"?Who wrote this?Why in his safe house?But if someone invaded the safe house, why didn't they do it?

Confused, Fu Lianyu blindfolded Congcong with the robotic hand, grabbed Congcong into the room, and opened the first page.

"Dear son: welcome home! This wooden house built by your father and I is not bad, let alone it will not collapse in a few hundred years, hey, look at you, you have to get it back Come home..."

There is a whole paragraph below that this self-proclaimed "dad" is praising his own craftsmanship and dislikes that "son" has to come back home. Fu Lianyu thought to himself, no wonder this letter has been written into a book, and finally found the point.

"...So I finally decided to type this letter on paper. This fragile invention carries human civilization. It not only has the rationality of existence, but also the necessity of existence. Similarly, your body, I also It exists in the basement of my home, and I will never allow this body that has inherited my prosperous beauty to be destroyed. Another: Be careful when you dig, I also buried some small things I usually design in it, Don’t smash it with a shovel, you won’t be able to put it back on.”

"...Sir, I've seen what you look like, you don't need to wear a blindfold for me..."

Cong Cong on the side was still talking, Fu Lianyu pulled off his blindfold impatiently, the little guy saw his purple skin and hurriedly put the blindfold back on.

With the manipulator holding Cong Cong behind him, Fu Lianyu went down to the hole, took the instrument and went down to detect it.

A man's body was sealed in the ice coffin. He looked like he had just grown up, and his body was covered with a layer of frost.

Fu Lianyu only felt that there was something deafening in his head, but he couldn't hear it specifically.

—that was his face, his first flesh.