Ninefold Deception and One Side Lie [Unlimited]

His face hurt, Qi Mou left, he didn't want to talk too much with Drama.

Mechanically tilted his head: "Call the 1.9-meter one over? If he also needs a private conversation."

"Ah."

As soon as he turned around, Yan Bushi saw the red handprint on Qi Mou's face, and couldn't help covering his stomach and laughing: "Who dares to hit you?" Seeing through everything.

Si Si also came up: "What's the matter?"

Qi Mou wiped his face helplessly, and stretched out his finger to play: "He hit him, you hit me back."

The drama paused, and took two steps back: "Do I dare? He was so angry that he hit him..."

Si Si nodded to Qi Mou and walked towards the drama.

Drama ran away: "Hey, he's lying! Don't you believe me? When did I lie?"

Si Si lightly grabbed the back of the drama by the collar, and pulled him back: "I know, but he wants to vent his anger."

Having said that, he just poked a funny red mark on Drama's forehead with his finger.

The two pushed and shoved to the end of the machine.

Qi Mou lay down and looked up at the artificial starry sky, it was very beautiful.

Yan Bushi smiled rarely: "I guessed it."

"You..." Qi Mou glanced at Yan Bushi, said only one word, and stopped defending, "Where are you going next time?"

Yan Bushi didn't answer, and leaned against the tower pillar to look at the night sky.

Si Si on this side has been seated by the drama, like a prisoner being interrogated, looking down at the machine.

He is very honest and knows exactly what the machine wants to know: "My understanding of love comes from my parents."

While speaking, he handed Xiao Si to the machine.

The companion system will choose to record the life experience of the host if the host allows it.It's kind of like a diary.

Mechanically flipping through Xiao Si's records, the drama is also very reckless and gathers to watch.

After looking at it for a while, he was amazed: "Your father and mother are so small? How did you give birth to such a tall one?"

In the old image, the long curly-haired woman holding the child has round eyes, like a sweet cat.The man beside him wore gold-rimmed glasses, he was gentle and sunny, and he really had Si Si's temperament as a good dog.

"Your father is more like thinking than you." The machine couldn't help but say this after analyzing it.

Si Si smiled: "No, his hair is usually squeaky and messy, and the things on the table are often messy, and my mother has to hum to clean them up. Unexpectedly, he is serious when taking pictures."

His eyes were vaguely nostalgic: "Because it was too bad, I even forgot. After many years, I took this photo and asked my mother who this man is..."

Si Si is actually a newborn native of Bafang City—an existence whose parents fell in love as players in Bafang World, and was born with traditional etiquette.

This is the most common family in the outside world, and also the rarest family in Bafang City.

Scanning Si Si's records mechanically, you can see his parents' love for each other and the harmonious family education in the concise words.

It's no wonder that such a stupid knight with white light all over his body can be raised in this chaotic Bafang City.

"Later, my father had an accident in the dungeon. After discussing with me, my mother chose to follow him."

Si Si's gaze was calm and clear: "For me, love is respect, trust, and eternal support."

Drama touched his chin, and sneaked out to find the other two to share this fresh gossip.

The machine is still asking: "What about your love?"

Si Si said naturally, "Look for yourself."

After looking at the database and the communicator mechanically for a while, he said, "Oh, this is your love, the kind towards people."

"I..." Si Si opened his eyes wide, and immediately understood that he had read the wrong database, and shook his hands repeatedly, "No, what's wrong with you?"

"You let me see it, I saw it."

"Do not……"

"do not you?"

Seth shut up and the righteous drama is back.

Drama patted Si Si on the face: "Come on, let me ask you, you must answer truthfully."

Sisi: "?"

Drama: "Favorite Color."

"black."

Seeing that Si Si was dressed in white, the machine held up the [Rebuttal] sign.

"Best height."

"188."

The machine still [rebutted].

"Man or woman?"

"woman!"

The machine thought for a while.

"A good woman or a bad woman?"

"Bad..." Si Si frowned, "Wait, do you think I didn't react?"

The drama leaned back: "A woman is still Qi Mou."

"Xiao Qi."

The machine blinked, and the drama ouched.

Si Si immediately raised his hand: "You... I, I'll do it all over again."

"Yogurt or sweet milk."

"yogurt."

【refute】.

"Vegetables or roasts."

"vegetable."

【refute】.

"Spicy or bland?"

"Weak."

【refute】.

"Fraud or conspiracy?!"

"Xiao Qi!"

Snapped.

Si Si slapped himself on the left side of the face, watching the drama with a complicated expression.

"I just said he hit it himself." Juju muttered, exaggerating, "You still want to make excuses?"

Si Si hesitated to speak.

Mechanic: "He doesn't need to argue anymore, I have already got the answer."

Drama: "Do you try harder to justify? I promise not to tell anyone."

Si Si had no choice but to say, "Forget it, let's go."

The Mech absorbed something else, but he didn't say it.

The machine circled back to Qi Mou's side, looking at the city of Wang Xiang: "I want to know more, their love."

Qi Mou has been lying numb for a long time, and reached out to the machine: "My heart is so big, we don't have enough for you, come on."

The machine pulled Qi Mou up, and the two took the elevator down the tower first.

Yan Bushi looked at the slap marks on Si Si's face for a long time: "Yo."

Sisi: "..."

Juju took two quick steps, turned around and smiled inexplicably: "My partner won't fall into the cliché." Then he went after Qi Mou, leaving the two behind.

Qi Mou asked the drama to take out the metal flower, which was the token given to them by the blonde woman at that time.

The drama twists the flower branch, and the flower turns and points in one direction.

They followed the instructions of the flower.

At the corner of the open-air dance square, the blond woman was sitting and drinking milk tea. When she saw Qi Mou and the others, she stood up.

But when he saw the machine, he hesitated to come over.

Qi Mou explained: "He is an agent of M, not a human being, and he is not good at getting along with people."

"I will now, thank you." The machine justified, and smiled at the blonde.

The blond girl gradually let go of her guard: "... There is really everything here, okay. So what about M?"

"This machine wants to save his master." Qi Mou used the words that ordinary people can understand, "but I have to ask you one thing."

The blond girl nodded: "If you can make M feel better, just say so."

It seems that this blonde woman is of the friendly group, but there must be people in the city who hate M.

Qi Mou felt that the blonde girl was even more strange and difficult.

Who can forgive the one who destroys everything about you?Although he is involuntary and tries to redeem the fault.

But those hands were stained with the blood and tears of a world.

-

Open-air dance garden, in front of Lemon Avenue.

There are hundreds of sheets of paper in the mechanical hand, and he is reading them quickly.

These are the letters that the survivors in the city just wrote to M. There are not many, many people are unwilling to write them, and these are only because of the appeal of the blonde girl.

Those different handwritings write the same love.

In their letters, there is nostalgia for their homeland, and nostalgia for their family members, lovers and friends who have passed away.

These are loves that have been lost but are still remembered.

This is what the machine should understand.

The mechanical eyes blinked, one by one, the chest seemed to be heaving.

Anyone's words can touch people's hearts, provided they deliver their true feelings.

There are illegible words trying to standardize the style, and there are neat lines but blurred by tears.

The words on paper are just three points of love.

It is the deepest love that cannot be shouted out in everyone's heart, and it is difficult for others to understand.

But the machine is trying to digest the data showing love, and his program is a little messed up, and a robot's hand will tremble unexpectedly.

In the square, far more people than the letter writers gathered around, gazing at this place from a distance.

"I've heard M say sorry many times." The voice of the machine spread far away, and he raised his eyes to look around the crowd, "Whether you want to seek revenge on M, or want to remain neutral. I still promise you on behalf of M, He will not leave you alone."

"Maybe I should apologize, but these words are not for me. I can't comfort your lost love through rigid etiquette."

"I'm also losing love, and I more or less understand your feelings." The machine lowered its eyes slightly, and stroked the code card again, "Although I'm just a robot."

Gradually, a few more people came over and handed over their letters to the city lord M.

The machine received these letters, virtualized them and put them into M's space, raised his eyes and said, "I will rescue M. At that time, tell him about your enmity or friendship with him face to face."

In the more extreme situation, love and hate are more distinct.

Paranoid City is like a big cauldron, which boils people's love, hate, sorrow and joy until it boils.

Do the Remainers love their homeland?like.

Do the survivors hate M, Xinxiang and Bafang City?hatred.

Are they sad while wandering the streets of a foreign country?sad.

Will they also be amused by M?Maybe there is joy.

Among the crowd, a little girl broke out. It was the time to collect sorrows and joys. The half-crying, half-smiling little girl who loves to eat CP was still holding a dog doll.

She ran in front of the machine, her eyes were mixed with surprise and sadness, but she smiled and said, "Love."

The machine nodded heavily: "Yes, I understand, I'm going to rescue M, relying on love."

People either looked sideways or looked directly at the robot.

There is confusion and anticipation.

At a loss, can they survive without M?

Or, if M is rescued, what can be changed?

But they still look forward to it, because no one wants to see separation.

Under the attention of thousands of people, the machine walked home.

Back to the hometown in his heart, back to the den full of metal taste.

He will pay the price of knowing love.