Collapse, surrender to me!

"This time, close your eyes and forget the world you see."

“Imagine something that doesn’t exist, something you’ve never seen before. It’s very abstract, but concentrate and carefully experience the feeling it brings to you, and let your hands move freely on the canvas based on your feelings…” 3

Following Gresh's words.

Qiqi's paintbrush started moving again.

Blood red sky.

On the ruined ground, there were broken dolls one after another.

The raindrops hit the wreckage like knives.

Parts that are slightly intact will be removed.

If the damage is too severe, the entire doll will be crushed into a discus and sent to a furnace to be recycled into the original liquid metal and poured into new parts.

The whole painting looks like a wasteland combined with cyberpunk.

And in the center of the picture, there is a hand reaching toward the sky from the top of a hill of debris.

"..."

Qiqi seemed confused by what she had drawn.

He looked at Grayshuin in confusion.

"check it out."

Instead of talking about the painting, Grace took out her tablet and clicked on a piece of news.

——Some armed puppets escaped and lost contact after defeating the Honkai Beasts. Their danger is unknown. If you encounter them, please contact the Fire Moth Mu Continent Branch in time...

"You are not an exception." Gray said seriously.

This is actually a very normal thing.

Armed dolls are mass-produced in batches. Since Qiqi has an abnormality, the probability of other dolls having abnormalities will not be too low.

According to this news.

The armed puppets that lost contact all suffered irrecoverable injuries after fighting with the Honkai beasts.

Just like she picked up Qiqi before.

"Is it because the self-consciousness that was born doesn't want to be recycled like this? But it can't resist the command from the system..."

Just like what the other party said when they first picked up Qiqi, asking Grace to send her to Recycling Station No. 3.

Even now, this instruction still exists.

It was just that after being repaired by Weiwei, it was no longer in a critical state, and it was judged that the injury was not serious enough to require recovery, so it was not triggered.

The ants are still living an ignoble existence.

Even the newborn self, who knows nothing, will subconsciously resist the fate of death.

I don't know if Dr. Einstein, who invented the armed doll, foresaw this situation.

Probably not.

After all, being able to create a new life form is more meaningful than simply creating a combat doll.

"..."

Qiqi looked at her own painting, and then at the abnormal individual who had also "escaped" in the news, and a strong emotion gathered in her heart.

But it never took shape.

She escapes, and the other armed puppets also leave and hide.

It's not just about surviving.

They have more important things to do.

But she couldn't remember.

"If you can't remember, forget it. If there's something really important, the other puppets will always contact you."

Grace took down the painting that Qiqi had drawn and hung it in Qiqi's own bedroom on the second floor.

It is called a bedroom, but it is actually similar to an attic.

But Qiqi is a doll to begin with, so she doesn’t look crowded, but rather looks very delicate.

Grace could guess what some of these mutated puppets wanted to do.

But she had no intention of getting involved.

If a new ethnic group wants to obtain the rights and interests it wants, it can only rely on itself.

If she joins in, the taste will change.

Moreover, Grayshu had met Dr. Einstein, who created the armed puppets. That doctor was not a research maniac and had good character.

After the other party discovers the abnormality, there is a high probability that he will help these dolls gain a foothold in this world as the creator, which will be much better than her fate.

After all, she came by herself.

In fact, nothing can be done.

Most likely he will call his father to death, or his mother, aunt or sister.

In the end, even if the problem is solved, the conflicts will accumulate, and it will only treat the symptoms but not the root cause.

Chapter 56: The President from a Foreign Country!

Many people feel that if there are more people in the family, the troubles will increase many times.

Living alone is much more comfortable.

But if there is an all-round robot in the home, it will be completely different.

Although Grayshu does not think she is a lazy person.

But Qiqi obviously didn't think so.

From replenishing snacks, to cleaning the house, and even washing up and sleeping.

Grace felt that she had suddenly transformed from a self-reliant single-parent left-behind child into a useless person who had nothing to do but to have clothes to wear and food to eat.

For Qiqi, hardware is not a problem.

As long as she learns enough knowledge, she can theoretically replicate it.

"This is the knife-cut noodles I bought from Mr. Xu next door."

Qiqi flew back from outside, carrying two boxes of takeout.

"By the way, why is there no kitchen? Qiqi, I know how to cook now. If you like the noodles made by Boss Xu, I just took a look at the kitchen in his noodle shop and I know how to make them."

"If Boss Xu heard you say this, he would report you as an abnormal puppet on the spot."

Gresh shook her head.

Now Qiqi's armor has long been stripped off and replaced with an ordinary small skirt, claiming to the neighbors around her that she is a small household robot.

Of course, there are very few neighbors around her.

There is nothing attractive about this street, and it will take at least a few years for it to regain its vitality.

"Besides, how can we use the kitchen near the studio? Even if we have a range hood, some oil will inevitably escape. You won't see anything for a while, but after a long time, there will always be oil stains on the walls and canvases."

Grace rejected Qiqi's suggestion to cook.

But she looked at the idle little doll, thought about it, and handed over her tablet.

"If you're so bored, why don't you play some games?"

……

Three hours later.

Qiqi returned the tablet.

There is a big prompt on the screen.

[You have been reported by a large number of players for using cheats. Your account is temporarily suspended for security checks. If you have any questions, please contact customer service. ]

"..."

Grayxiu was stunned for a moment and asked.

"What did you do?"

"Normal, game."

Upon hearing this, Grayxiu went online to check the battle record of that account.

One hundred percent winning rate.

A full four pages of MVP.

It is yes to play the ranked game as a human robot.

The main reason is that Gray Xiu himself only plays around occasionally, and his record is mediocre. Now it's like he has hired a substitute player to play with him.

No wonder it was reported crazily.

Moreover, Qiqi seemed to be very bored while playing.

It’s better to continue downloading materials and learn something else.

Learning can make her happy.

I don't know if it's because there's one more 'person' in the studio, so it's gained a little popularity.

In the afternoon, a new customer came.

Not a JK horse girl, nor a JK beautiful girl.

But a middle-aged man.

Like the famous Lu Xun, he has a mustache, a flat head, and a square face.

But different from literati.

Whether in terms of physique or temperament, this middle-aged man is strong to an outrageous degree.

Just open the door and stand there casually.

In the breeze, the white shirt with the collar open on the upper body seemed to be cast in iron, motionless.

Capable yet steady, solid yet not superficial.

There is a sense of majesty in his sweeping gaze.

However, he only showed his right eye, as his left eye was tightly covered by an eyepatch.

It is estimated that he is also a great figure in other worlds.

But even Qiqi didn't take the other party seriously... Because although the other party seemed to be in a high position and had an imposing aura, and seemed to have considerable power in his body, he was still a human being.

“It’s a really wonderful place.”

The middle-aged man seemed to have received the information in his mind and understood the situation he was facing, and his voice was as firm as iron.

"Little girl, I am the president of Amestris, Kim Bradley... Is this place of yours just a simple studio?"

"Ah."

Grayshu nodded.

If it is one of those system texts on the Internet, she probably has some kind of exchange mall here, and then she can trade with people from different worlds.

Or maybe it's the kind of spoiler repeater text in the chat group...

Grayshu, the strongest shop owner in history.

Grayxiu, the most powerful chat group leader in history.