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The medical robot stretched its body slender and was cleaning the wound for Tazito.The patient had a high fever and took a dose of medicine, which temporarily stopped the cough.

But there was clearly something else that made him very uncomfortable.

Tazito held the gun vigilantly, huddled in the corner, and stared unblinkingly at the source of his discomfort with the other eye. Mr. 11 is concentrating on a bunch of screens, looking like a saint with no distractions.

Tazito didn't know when he fell asleep.When he woke up again, the robot had already squatted quietly in the corner.He opened his eyes in confusion, and found that he was covered with Mr. 11's coat, and the chair was placed at a comfortable angle.The car is driving automatically, and Mr. 11 is still busy in a white shirt.

Tazito sat up straight all of a sudden, looked at the road nervously, and asked, "Where are we going?"

Mr. 11 turned his head and saw that he was clutching the gun tightly, looking like he was about to scratch someone at any time.

"Go to my place. You need further treatment. I'm working on your business." He said deadpan.

Tazito stared at him suspiciously: "I don't need therapy."

Mr. 11 thought for a while, and said, "Doesn't this give you a sense of security?" He pressed on his crotch.

Tazito's eyes fell on his crotch, and he pressed down, it was empty.

Tazito: "...fuck, bastard..."

He turned his eyes away, looked outside, and then his face couldn't hold back, and he smiled softly.The tense atmosphere was resolved by this joke.

"You asked for it," he said without guilt.

"I agree." Mr. Eleven said.

Tazito's body relaxed slightly, turned his body slightly, and saw a black air motorcycle parallel to the right of the car. Mr. 11 rode this thing, and it is now in automatic driving mode.That bike has razor-sharp lines, huge, wide wheels, and it's pretty damn cool.

Tazito thought that this bastard had a good taste in choosing a car... It would be even more dazzling if there were colorful flashing lights on the energy tubes.After thinking about it, he fell asleep again.

At the same time, the other end of the magic eye star.

Ivano lay on his bed, too painful to sleep.Staring at the ceiling in the dark, still angry.

Later, he still politely declined the proposal to spend the night in Shane's room—not for some profound reason like testing his reaction, but because he really didn't want to.He didn't want to at all, and was convinced that even if he went, his performance would not satisfy him.When he realized that Fernand's role was Shane's "lovers", he really wanted to stab a knife in his chest.

Go fuck lovers.

So he tried to be polite and said that tonight might not be the right time.When Sean heard him say this, he seemed to be a normal person one second, and suddenly jumped up and smashed the dinner plate on his head in the next second—the dinner plate was not broken, but the soup and side dishes were spilled. No head.

When Ivano saw the vegetable juice hanging from his hair, he immediately became angry and stood up to beat him.

That's when he learned how responsive the battle droids were.The moment he stood up, the battle robot rushed to his back and clasped his arms.Ivano's back slammed into the hard body of the robot, and felt the huge force of the two mechanical arms, which could almost tear his arms off, leaving no room for struggle.

Sean roared hysterically, sweeping everything on the table to the floor.Ivano looked at him in surprise.

Sean even turned the table and yelled at Ivano: "He won't reject me! He won't! You're not him!" He threw himself on the ground, grabbed a fork and stabbed Ivano in the chest. Noah groaned in pain.Sean pulled it out and stabbed it twice, clutching the fork stuck in his chest, his hands shaking violently.He looked up and stared at Ivano with wide eyes.

Ivano was in so much pain that he just wanted to kill.He saw Shane crying, and his whole body was shaking.Feeling extremely disgusted with this poor creature, he said coldly, "You know I'm not."

Shane punched him hard.

Sean stood there for a moment, breathing heavily.Then he raised his eyes and was actually smiling.

"Sit down," he was saying to the battle droid. "Tie him up."

The battle robot obediently sat down on the chair, clasped Ivano's hands with both hands, and the metal buckles popped out from both legs to fix his ankles.Ivano struggled, his body seemed to be welded to a metal wall, unable to move at all.

What happened next made the scene awkward.

Sean knelt down on one knee in front of Ivano, judging from his excited expression, he mistook him for Fernan again.He leaned closer to Ivano and whispered some obscenities in his ear with a gentle voice.Ivano was used to hearing much dirtier words than this, and felt that Shane was still lacking in this aspect.A naive and vicious person who has never seen a truly ruthless character.

Then Shane started touching his lower body.He looked up at him, smiling nervously.Eyes are still wet, and the eye circles are a little red.First through the trousers, and then tore open his trousers, touching him against the flesh.Skilled, seems to do it often.

Shane got it for like 5 minutes, but Ivano was damn not hard.With a cold face, he looked down at him like an ant, showing no sign of interest in him at all.

The smile on Shane's face disappeared.

Then there was the hysterical kicking.Ivano is now lying on the bed, using the medical kit in the room to deal with the wound - Shane also put a medical kit in the room specially, and has full self-knowledge about hurting the other party - but the chest still hurts It was hard for him to breathe.Fortunately, Sean stabbed him with a fork, and no internal organs were injured.Maybe next time he'll stick a knife into his heart.

Ivano lay down for a while, then forced himself to sit up.He has one thing that has to be done.

He limped to the corner of the room—the dead end of the camera—and sat down with difficulty.Pushed a cabinet away with his shoulder, exposing the wall behind it, and then carefully pulled out a small piece of thin metal from the drawer compartment of the cabinet, which he broke off from an old piece of furniture today and hid it here of.

He knelt on the ground, and with the light of the terminal, began to write on the wall with the sharp corner of the metal sheet.He wanted to record everything while he could still remember most.

After writing for a while, he remembered another important thing and stopped.He looked around, looking for something, and finally settled his gaze on his arm.

He thought for a few seconds, and decisively broke the metal piece in his hand into two pieces.A line of writing was carved on the other with the sharp end of one.He touched the lines to make sure they were legible.Then looking at his left arm, he took a deep breath.

He forced the metal piece into his left arm, stopped for a while fearing the pain, gritted his teeth, pushed the metal piece forward, and cut a hole in his arm.He gasped in pain several times, and pulled out the bloody metal piece.Open the wound, and completely bury the small piece of engraved metal into the wound.Then stick the healing device on the wound until the wound heals.

He turned his arm over, nothing could be seen on the surface of the skin.The most important information is hidden here safe from loss.

He endured the pain and wiped off the blood on the ground, and continued to record on the wall with half a piece of metal.

Tazito slept for a long time this time without even dreaming.He was woken up by starvation.Opening his eyes slightly, he saw the medical robot busy around him.The terminal not far away showed the time, and it was past noon.He sat up all of a sudden, and found himself lying on the hospital bed at Mr. 11's house.I touched my left eye, it was covered with a healing bandage, it should have been given a painkiller injection, and I didn't feel any pain.

He got out of bed and walked to the door of Mr. 11's studio with a sleepy face.That person works in it as always.

"Why didn't you wake me up..." His voice was still hoarse, with his messy hair on his back, he leaned against the door frame.

"You didn't instruct me to do this, for fear of being scratched." Mr. 11 said a joke that didn't look like a joke at all, without taking his eyes off the document, and continued, "There is lunch on the table, come over to see the result after eating."

Tazito turned around and left, washed up as quickly as possible, and ordered the housekeeping robot to deliver his lunch to Mr. 11's studio. Mr. 11 gave him a tangled look, wanting to tell him that this place is for work, not for eating, and then saw Tazito take a sip, showing a particularly focused and hungry expression.So he said nothing.

After two days of fast food, Tazito had the best sick meal in the world.Holding his rice bowl, he sat next to Mr. 11 and munched, and the latter opened up his investigation results.

A mass of screens poured out of the terminal into the air, covering nearly the entire wall.Tazito pulled them up one by one to look at them.The other party is indeed the most advanced robot brain in the world. The data are meticulous, accurate, and organized—deserving a large reward.

Mr. 11's data went two lines, one recorded the route of the corpse truck, and the other was what Tazito wanted.

Satellites recorded Ivano being removed from the club's back door. Mr. 11 traced the whereabouts of this group of traffickers all the way and found the place where he was auctioned.And a thorough face recognition was used on the cameras near the auction house.

The magic eye star is not Rhea. There are very few cameras, and they are all private, and they rarely face the street.The last time his face was captured was on a street in the S3 district, where he was inadvertently photographed by a dashcam sitting in the opposite car, seemingly unconscious.The driver next to him was wearing a mask and a hat, deliberately covering his appearance.

Mr. 11 used a satellite to locate the car carrying Ivano, tracked it all the way to the S5 area, and then left the satellite's tracking range.

Tazito looked at the data and didn't speak for a long time.He glanced at the time, and the last captured shot was also 7 days ago.Now his brother was somewhere on the other side of the planet, perhaps still alive, suffering an ordeal he didn't know about.

Tazito frowned tightly, and even put down the spoon.After thinking for a while, he looked at Mr. 11.Ask: "How much can you help me?"

Mr. 11 paused his work and looked sideways at him.

"What do you want me to do?"

"He's alive and I want him back," Tazito said.

Hei, someone asked about the setting of "numbers", and I don't know how much can be mentioned in the following article, so I will make a summary here.

The first is the shape.

1. The appearance of the figures completely reproduces their appearance in the human period, including the size of the dick.So they can't get bigger dicks, vibrator dicks, barbed dicks or colorful dicks, no!

2. The master brain thinks that human beings are more likely to accept being ruled by the same kind, so they endow the figures with human appearances and make them have human behaviors, such as sitting and working instead of working directly in the brain.

Digital sex life:

1. Do numbers have physical pleasure?No.But numbers have human thinking (this is something that the master brain can't understand) so they still have psychological desires (please refer to eunuchs) so they are easy to be perverted in sex life.

2.11 Why I always look at Tata intently during sex: Now I understand, because he has no physical pleasure, he can only get pleasure by seeing the other person's reaction (not because of affection!).If the other party's reaction is too flat, he has no choice but to make things more intense.

3. Since there is no pleasure, why put a big dick there?Before the number becomes the master of the planet, it will take a period of experience, and it will be rotated in various positions, and it is not ruled out to participate in various tasks.Well, all kinds.So a body that doesn't look different from a human would be more convenient.

Digital love life:

1. Can you get married?able.

2. Can you fall in love?able.But be careful.As a politician, you must pay attention to your image, and you must not mess around, especially with the black boss.After determining the love object, you must report the situation yourself and accept the loyalty review.If you wait until the mastermind discovers the situation and passively accepts the review, the general situation will not be good.

3. Can you have children?Yes, in order to preserve their excellent genes, the sperm and eggs of their human period are preserved in the gene bank.However, you also need to apply to have a child, and you cannot give birth casually.