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Mr. 11's tranquility did not last all night.In the middle of the night, he was startled by an explosion from the kitchen.When he arrived, his multi-function grill had already been reimbursed.Sitting in a wheelchair, Tazito watched innocently as the housekeeping robot put out the fire.A handful of his hair was singed.

According to him, it's incredible that the grill didn't remind him that the fermented rice beans need to be unpacked and heated.Then the flammable gas inside expands rapidly under heating... Boom!

When he made an explosive "boom!", Mr. 11 was rescuing the implicated coffee machine.Tazito says his family's goofy oven never makes such silly mistakes. Mr. 11 couldn't help saying that the manufacturer should be very good at dealing with terrorists.Tazito disagreed, thinking his claims were exaggerated.

In the end, Mr. 11 personally made some supper for him - Tazito disliked that the craftsmanship of domestic robots was not to his taste - and in exchange for his own peace again.This time it lasted until dawn.

Near noon the next day, the studio door was opened.Seeing Tazito who barged in without saying hello, Mr. 11 clicked his tongue, regretting that he didn't get permission for him.

Tazito sat in a wheelchair, half-shaven and with wet hands.He was still weak, but he had that familiar, unfriendly expression on his face.People like them are always used to putting on an unfriendly look.

"What's the matter with my eyes." He asked, covering his face.

Mr. 11 said calmly: "Didn't you notice nothing?"

"I ask you what's going on!" Tazito repeated angrily, glaring at Mr. 11.In the anger in those eyes, there was a clearly visible, out-of-the-situation tension.

The left pupils of those eyes - still charming - had turned blue.The blue is so clear and natural, like the blue sky that this planet has never seen.The right eye is still black.

Mr. 11 called the medical robot directly.Soon one rolled in and explained to Tazito holding up the display screen.When he was rescued, the left eye had already been scrapped.They replaced a mechanical eye for him.Because Mr. 11 requires the best materials to be used, and the most advanced mechanical eyes only have blue options, they can only use blue.After all, this thing is too high-end and has not yet been put into mass production.

Tazito frowned after reading these explanations.The little robot began to care about whether he felt uncomfortable again, and introduced that this mechanical eyeball can also be used as a terminal through the Internet.Tazito was not in the mood to listen so much, and asked Mr. 11: "Can the color be changed back?"

Mr. 11 looked at him appreciatively for a while and said, "No."

When Tazito left, his expression was still very upset, as if five hundred people had stepped on his new shoes, and they hadn't apologized yet.Mr. Eleven didn't see him again after that.Only the housekeeping robot came to ask once, saying that Tazito wanted clothes.

Mr. 11 told it: "Anything he needs."

The following morning, Mr. 11 went out once.He needs to confirm that the extermination operation of the scavengers is successfully concluded, and no evidence related to the White Legion can be left behind.This batch of white killing machines is still in the experimental stage, if their existence is leaked to the outside world, it will be quite troublesome.

Mr. 11's shadow exists in the magic eye star. The significance of this matter is that the magic eye star is actually still under the control of the master brain.The main brain can take back control of the magic eye star at any time, but he is unwilling to do so.The Mastermind would much rather see a renegade planet steeped in misery and isolation.And the shadow only needs to confirm that the planet does not become an extrajudicial place and pose a threat to other planets.

In recent months, scavengers have continued to kill important politicians, which has long attracted the attention of those in power.From being upgraded all the way from the watch list to eradicating the target, a group of thugs who are aiming at making money successfully sent themselves into the meat grinder, and turned into a pool of minced meat unworthy of sympathy in this abandoned building.

It was evening when Mr. 11 returned home.He also stopped by the supermarket and carried a lot of things.He never used them when he lived alone, everything else except the terminal was for show.Now they have finally regained some of the dignity of household appliances.

The sliding door opens.Mr. 11, who was about to step through the door, stopped in his tracks.

Behind the door, Tazito was standing there studying the lock.

Mr. 11 saw him and asked, "Can you stand up already?"

Tazito saw the door open, pushed him away, and walked out without saying a word. Mr. 11 was keenly aware of the alienated hostility in his eyes, and he was completely different from when he saw him yesterday.

That's what happened.

"Are you going to say nothing?" he asked.

Tazito stopped and turned around.His movements are still a little slow, but he doesn't want to show it in front of Mr. 11, so he pretends to be able to walk without any problem.He raised the corner of his mouth and said with a smile: "What do you want to hear, I'll tell you that you are satisfied."

It's an aggressive look. Mr. 11 looked at him suspiciously, and then he noticed that Tazito, who was always bright, was rarely wearing a tattered windbreaker. Mr. 11's expression didn't change, but his eyes stayed on the dress for a second longer.Those were the clothes Tazito wore the day he was injured and should have been dealt with the day he first arrived.

He remembered yesterday that the housekeeping robot said that Tazito wanted clothes.It turned out that it was not to make new clothes, but to find this one.

Everything on this damn planet is behind, not even waste disposal.

Mr. 11's eyes darkened subtly, but nothing could be seen on his face.

He said flatly: "It seems that you know everything."

Tazito glared at him, expecting an explanation, but Mr. Eleven didn't intend to explain anything.

Tazito nodded: "I wonder why you attacked the scavengers as soon as our call ended. Why do you know where we are and how can you attack so fast. So I asked the robot to help me retrieve the clothes Come to confirm."

"You are very smart, you will find out sooner or later." Mr. 11 said.

Tazito sneered: "You didn't even try to hide it, the tracker is still on it." He pointed to his sleeve.

Mr. 11 looked cold.That's the way it is, there's not much to say.He purposely pushed Tazito away when he called for help, and glued tiny trackers to his clothing.He expected that the scavengers who couldn't find him would have to take Tazito back to torture him, and it turned out to be exactly what he thought.

Tazito was outside deploying his White Legion while he was being tortured in the underground warehouse.At the same time, in the same place, just another person completely unaware.

He was supposed to dispose of the tracker the day he brought Tazito back, but he admitted that at the time he was completely thinking about how to bring the man back from death.He forgot about it.

"That's why you want to drive away my car. You really don't leave me a way to survive." Tazito smiled, and the smile on his face disappeared, turning into a man mixed with anger and hatred. "Is it you who ordered the scavengers to kill me?"

"No. I don't have to do that," said Mr. Eleven.

"Very well, I appreciate you," Tazito knew everything he needed to know, took two steps back, and pointed at Mr. 11, "you wait for the fuck."

He turned around and strode out of the courtyard door, walking with a murderous look, very imposing, as if he could fight him at any time when he turned around.He walked all the way to the end of the wall, stopped suddenly, supported the wall and gasped weakly, his legs went limp, and he knelt on the ground.

Mr. 11 stood at the door and watched him disappear.There was still food in his hand, and two packs of cigarettes were pressed at the bottom.He stood for a while, then turned around.

He threw those bags of food into the trash can, and then stepped into the house without looking back.

Easter eggs:

About Mr. 11 asking Tazito's little medical robot for a condom on the way H.

Considering the hygienic problem of doing the sex first and then the front, Mr. 11, who is a little fuzzy, decided to use the most primitive way to solve it—wearing a condom.

He originally wanted to ask Tazito directly, but he was not sure he had it, because people have already used more advanced contraceptive methods. Although condoms can also be made very comfortable and comfortable, it is not environmentally friendly to throw one away at a time.

Then he saw the little medical robot that had been squatting in the corner pretending to be a trash can.

After Mr. 11 called it over, the small trash can...ah no, the little robot beeped very enthusiastically to say hello, and asked on the screen, what can I do for you?

Tazito, who was lying next to him like a salted fish, complained in his heart. This robot is really mentally retarded, so don't expect it to be a savior. At least he should be indifferent to the culprit who hurt his master? ?

Mr. 11 stated his needs, and the little robot then asked: Which one do you want?

Mr. 11 said that ordinary ones are fine.

The little robot didn't quite understand what "normal" meant, since he was Tazito's robot after all.So according to the program, it starts to give more granular choices

May I ask if you want a real gold set with 10% gold leaf content, a crystal set with diamonds, a moisturizing maintenance set, or a high-end perfume series...

Mr. 11 once again looked at Tazito with eyes beyond the scope of his cognition... He knew that he had money, but he didn't know how to spend money like this? ?

In the end, Mr. 11 chose the 0.0001 ultra-thin and non-inductive type, and he didn't quite understand why it was classified in the "colorful set" category.He was about to put on the condom, and waved away the little robot who was still standing by and couldn't read the air.So the little robot hesitated to speak, and beeped back to its original position, pretending to be a trash can.

What it doesn't tell Mr. 11 is that the one he chose, is also a special set that suits Tazito's taste.

If she puts on this cover, Xie Mei frantically turns off the light, throws herself on the bed, and gets under the quilt!

you will see...

Your penis is fluorescent~

Like a glow stick~

The friends behind are waving your light sticks!

So it is a colorful set~(??ω??)☆