The protagonist wants to steal my script again

Lately Lyle has been in a good mood, just like now, he is clearly at work, but he is still humming a song happily.

——Hmm... Strictly speaking, it doesn't seem like I'm working.

An Minghui stood sideways and glanced at the little doll that Lyle held in his hand to carve details—a tuxedo, black hair and black eyes, a soft smile on his face, and a small plate in his hand. The little glass on top looked like milk.

Although it has been made into a cute Q version, it is still him no matter how you look at it.

It's fine if it's just this one, but there are clearly several villains of the same style with different movements by Lyle's hand, and they are all the results of the past few days.

"Lyle, is it okay if you don't work hard?" He couldn't help reminding him, not knowing how to evaluate Lyle's appearance of being addicted to love and unable to extricate himself, "You have been making toys these days."

"It's okay, I don't have any programs that I want to do recently." When Lyle answered him, he was still moving his hands to color the villain, looking like he was enjoying it, "I think it's cute, Don't you like it?"

"Cute is cute, but I haven't collected my own dolls yet."

"But I like it very much. After I make it, I can put one everywhere in the house, and I will put one on the bedside."

After imagining the situation for a while, An Minghui couldn't help but feel his scalp tingle at the sight of his own figurines everywhere in the room, but there seemed to be no reason to stop it.

Just as Lyle was indulging in self-made figures, the central system of the house suddenly sounded a reminder of someone visiting.

This made An Minghui feel very strange, because no one had visited Lyle for such a long time, or in other words, Lyle's withdrawn character would only surprise him if someone came to visit.

He was about to turn around and open the door when Lyle grabbed his wrist suddenly. When he turned his head suspiciously, he heard Lyle whisper, "I'll go and open the door."

"Ok?"

"Help me, don't damage the color, I'll be back soon." Before An Minghui could react, Lyle stuffed the unpainted doll into his hand, He himself stood up from the chair and ran out of the workshop to open the door.

An Minghui stood in place holding the unfinished villain. Although he was confused by Lyle's reaction, he could tell that Lyle didn't want him to go out anyway.

So he just stood in the studio and didn't do much, but opened the door of the studio a little to ensure that if something happened outside, he could find out immediately.At the beginning, there were only a few low-volume conversations faintly heard occasionally, but within a few minutes, he heard the obvious sound of heavy objects falling to the ground outside, and the dull sound sounded like ...

His face darkened, An Minghui put the doll in his hand back on the table, and walked out of the workshop quickly while asking: "Lyle, what happened...!"

After opening the door of the studio, he saw Lyle standing in the living room with his back facing him, and on the ground in front of him was a strange man who was unconscious, his limbs would still twitch slightly from time to time, obviously the muffled sound just now The sound was the sound of the person falling to the ground.

"Ann?" After looking back at him, Lyle showed a familiar shy smile, "It's okay, I will take care of it, just wait for me a little longer."

An Minghui wanted to ask what was going on, but before he could ask, Lyle had already taken out two metal buttons the size of thumbs, and pasted them on the index fingers of both hands respectively, and then put them on His index finger stuck to both ends of the stranger's forehead.

After three seconds, An Minghui saw that the body of the person lying on the ground stiffened for a moment, but he didn't even make a sound, and then quickly collapsed, which looked very much like... …

Stepping forward quickly, he raised his hand to hang over the man's face, activated his own rapid scanning system, and the result he obtained was exactly the same as his guess just now - the brain was completely dead after receiving an electric shock of too high intensity .And before that, the man should have received another electric shock, because the test showed that the muscles near his waist were also obviously damaged by the electric shock.

"Ann, don't worry." Lyle squatted next to the man who had completely lost his vital signs, and showed him his usual shy and harmless smile, "I will protect An, and won't let you be killed by others." Discover."

Next, he was almost dumbfounded as he watched Lyle drag the man away with his arms on both sides, and then threw him into the smart destroyer in the waste disposal room with great effort. It's his first time doing this kind of thing.

Seeing that Lyle returned to the studio after destroying the corpse, turned on his computer, and connected the two small pieces of metal that had just been used to kill people to the computer, as if he was processing some data, An Minghui finally couldn't bear it. Zhu asked, "Lyle, do you know the identity of this person?"

"I'm sorry, I don't know now, Ann, wait a moment, I'll export the data right away." As he spoke, Lyle tapped the complicated keyboard in front of him a few more times, staring at the screen while quickly typing on it. The displayed information said to him, "Let me see... It seems that the federal investigators came here to investigate because they were found to be wrong when they sent out the goods before. They plan to investigate whether someone is secretly selling contraband... ... Well, that's all, it shouldn't be aimed at An Lai."

"So when you killed him, you didn't know what he was here for?" An Minghui felt incredible, because most of the time Lyle's character was timid and introverted, which made him unable to guess. The other party will just kill them calmly and calmly.

"Well, but the only people who come to me are people with impure motives, and now that Ann is with me, you have to be more careful than before." Lyle said very seriously. While speaking, he seemed The aftermath has also been handled quickly, and the efficiency is so high that it is hard to believe that what he killed was a living person, "Okay, the follow-up action data has been simulated, and no one will come here again. "

It wasn't until this time that Lyle finally showed a little uneasy expression. He left from the computer, came to An Minghui, grabbed his hand and asked, "Ann, do you hate me? Because I killed Will you hate me? Don't hate me, okay?"

Looking back at Lyle's gaze staring at him, An Minghui sighed, raised his free hand and gently pinched his cheek: "If you can promise me that you will think about it before killing someone, If there is no other way, I won't hate you."

"But if he attracts more people to investigate, I might be discovered." Lyle lowered his head and whispered, "If you are discovered, more people will want to destroy you."

"Are you so unconfident about the things you make?" An Minghui rubbed Lyle's hair and smiled comfortingly, "If you didn't know in advance that you made a different domestic robot, generally no one would deliberately talk to you about it. A domestic robot is right, even if the robot is in love with its creator?"

"Of course, if you really encounter a dangerous situation, I still hope that you can choose the best option, Lyle. Even if you have to kill someone, you must first ensure your own safety."

"Ann won't hate me if I say yes?"

"Yes."

Lyle blinked, as if considering whether the deal was a good deal, and then he said, "If you kiss me, I will trust Ann."

With a chuckle, An Minghui raised his hand to cover Lyle's eyes, then leaned forward and exchanged a kiss with the person in front of him.

Every part of the robot designed with simulation is exactly the same as that of a real human being. Lyle kissed An Minghui with his eyes closed, and his sense of touch became extremely sensitive when he lost his vision. In the process of intertwining lips and tongue this time, I felt the slightest sense of disobedience. The only feeling was softness, warmth and an unstoppable sense of comfort.

At the end, Lyle was still a little bit reluctant to part. Even after the separation, he still couldn't help staring at An Minghui's moist lips, and asked with a wandering mind, "Is An very good at kissing?"

An Minghui couldn't help laughing, and asked him: "Isn't artificial intelligence supposed to know everything?"

"Does it include kissing too?" Does it include some other tricks as well?

"If Lyle likes it, then it's included." An Ming replied with a dark smile, and at the same time was puzzled by Lyle's burning eyes, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I think... no, no!" When he was distracted and asked suddenly, Lyle almost said what he was thinking. Although he stopped in time, his whole face flushed unavoidably. Pushing An Minghui outside in a panic, "There's nothing, I'm a little hungry, An, go and make me a small cake, I'm going to continue making things, An, hurry up!"

An Minghui was pushed out of the studio door inexplicably, until the door closed in front of him, he was confused and didn't know what he said wrong.

Of course he didn't know that after the door closed, the person inside raised his hand and slapped him hard, with such force that he slapped half of his face red and swollen almost immediately.

"Crazy, really crazy, what does it look like to be so useless?" Lyle squatted against the door, talking to himself with a gloomy face, and at the same time took a medical spray from the side and sprayed it on his cheeks to quickly disappear Swollen, after a minute like this, I finally felt a little overheated and calmed down, then went back to the computer, quickly called up some data collected just now, the more I looked at the expression, the uglier it was, "How is it possible, there is no sign of lying? "

How is it possible, is that guy stupid?Don't know doubt?Don't you know how to be afraid?

This gave him no reason to act without hesitation.

Lyle raised the hand that had been hanging naturally by his side without any movement, and as soon as he let go of his fingers, an inconspicuous needle-shaped object fell on the table.

It is loaded with a highly poisonous artificial intelligence, as long as a very small dose is injected into the body, it can immediately make the robot lose all mobility.

Picking up the tiny needle, Lyle stared at it blankly for a while, and finally couldn't help laughing out loud at himself. He unscrewed the loading hole behind the needle two or three times, and poured out the needle from inside. An empty medicine sachet.

——I'm really driven crazy by that robot, I can't even put poison in my hand, and I have to pretend here, as if I can really format him if I detect the signs of lying.

——How could I be stupid enough to play myself into it one day.

——Why do I really like him so much.

When he was distracted, Lyle's arm inadvertently touched the previously made doll that was put aside. Seeing the villain who smiled without haze reminded him of the kiss just now, and when he remembered the kiss just now, he started again. His face was hot and his head was hot, and his brain seemed to be steamed out.

He lowered his head and lay down on the table. He closed his eyes and still saw the hopelessly familiar smiling face. He didn't even need to recall carefully to think of every detail of that face. He also brought a miniature doll version.

This made him couldn't help thinking: It's too embarrassing, find a deserted star to hide and farm.

The author has something to say: Hand-made teacher's work diary:

How did you do so many useless things without knowing it?

But why do I still want to keep doing it?

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Which desolate star was detected to be suitable for agricultural development last time? !

I solemnly apply to the teacher to make an appointment for an Anbao figure