Wen Bai flipped through the materials in his hand. "Were there any mentions of perception-like data in the original world?"
System 001 replied, "The original world did not mention such detailed data, but the female lead did torment the robots slowly later on. It seems the female lead had discovered that the out-of-control robots had pain receptors."
Wen Bai mused, "You mentioned before that the female lead, with the help of the male lead and a friend, destroyed all the robots. Who was that friend?"
System 001: "The female lead's friend in the original world should have been a researcher specializing in robotics. They were online friends and connected due to an out-of-control robot accident at a robotics research center. They kept in touch, but never met."
Wen Bai: "What accident?"
System 001: "According to the original world's plot, a large number of out-of-control robots suddenly appeared at the robotics research center, causing considerable chaos. Those out-of-control robots also took away many discarded robots from the laboratories of the robotics research center. However, according to the timeline, this event should have happened long ago, but there has been no sign of it yet."
Wen Bai silently flipped through the documents.
Li Bu had not yet left. Wen Bai looked up and casually asked, "Have there been any cases of discarded robots being stolen from the robotics research center?"
Li Bu was taken aback, then replied sternly, "Mr. Wen, a few discarded robots were indeed stolen not long ago."
Wen Bai asked expressionlessly, "A large number?"
Li Bu quickly shook his head, "No, no, only a few. Coincidentally, the surveillance was down on the day they were stolen, and they haven't been found yet. However, the research center has since strengthened security to ensure such incidents will never happen again."
Wen Bai said nothing more. Li Bu, standing aside, thought to himself that although Mr. Wen rarely visited the robotics research center, he seemed to know everything.
It was only when Lin Qi finally put down the precise instrument in his hand that 575's face was fully repaired.
Wen Bai looked at his robot's face, restored to its original state, and then turned to Lin Qi with an additional request, "Is there any way to change his eye color?"
After this incident, Wen Bai realized that even if his robot, 575, was constantly by his side, there was a risk of it being kidnapped.
And all this was simply because 575 was a robot.
So why not solve the problem at its source?
If 575's eye color could be disguised as human, wouldn't he be safe?
Lin Qi was stunned.
After confirming the look in Wen Bai's eyes, he realized that Mr. Wen was serious about changing the robot's eye color and was not joking.
Lin Qi recalled the enormous bounty he had seen earlier and instantly understood the importance of this robot.
Lin Qi frowned, "Mr. Wen, the surface of a robot's eyeball is a very fragile area. Changing eye color is likely difficult to achieve with current technology. But if you have this need, I can initiate experiments in this direction, but I cannot guarantee success."
A spacious, clean, and bright bathroom of about 20 square meters.
The robot Bubu was standing in front of the mirror, performing an exaggerated pose as it placed a thin black film over its deep blue eyes.
As soon as Bubu's deep blue eyes were covered, the blue irises immediately turned black. With the difference in eye color removed, it now looked like a living human.
It blinked its eyes, not having had time to rejoice.
The next second, the thin film shifted from its eyeballs and slowly slid out of the eye sockets.
Robot Bubu looked at its deep blue irises in the mirror again, tilting its head.
Other out-of-control robots pushed open the door from the outside, sticking their heads in to ask Bubu, their tone respectful, "Bubu, are we leaving now?"
Robot Bubu calmly removed the black film that had already slid down to its cheek, casually tossed it into the sink, then picked up a pair of sunglasses from the countertop and put them on.
It gently waved a finger at the out-of-control robot who had opened the door, saying, "Tonight."
"Understood."
The door was then closed.
Faintly, the voice of the out-of-control robot could be heard from outside, "Bubu said, tonight, we're going to our base!"
As soon as the voice fell, several out-of-control robots inside the room cheered with "Oooh~ oooh~".
An out-of-control robot was throwing things around the room, and on the floor lay a broken single photo of a man, the deceased owner of this house, Chen San.
Subsequently, the robot Bubu in the bathroom took out its phone and issued instructions to the other end of the line, "Come pick us up tonight."
The person on the other end of the phone replied shakily, "I... I have already made arrangements as you said."
Ren Liuliu had recently been engrossed in studying two newly acquired experimental subjects of out-of-control robots. She spent her days in the laboratory, eating and sleeping there, not going out at all.
At this moment, Ren Liuliu was wearing glasses, inputting collected data while coldly flipping through a mountain of books.
"No, no... still not right, where is the problem?" Ren Liuliu muttered to herself.
She had hit a bottleneck.
Ren Liuliu was a very hardworking person with considerable talent in robotics research.
She believed her skills were at least among the best, if not the best.
Now, facing a problem she couldn't solve, it wasn't just a technical issue, but also a machine issue.
She needed to conduct an experiment.
However, the relevant instruments were only available at the leading robotics research center in robotics research.
In her opinion, research on out-of-control robots always came first.
She sat in her chair, holding a book, contemplating what other solutions might exist.
Originally, she had contacted people in the black market, asking if they could help her obtain them.
However, the one she had cooperated with several times and was closest to had not yet replied, and now they had been apprehended in one go.
She only saw it on the television news after returning.
But returning to the robotics research center was almost impossible for her.
After much thought, Ren Liuliu stopped her work and contacted a senior researcher at the robotics research center who particularly valued her.
If nothing had happened, she would have been that person's deputy.
"Is there any way for me to come back?" Ren Liuliu sent a message.
The other party replied almost instantly, calling Ren Liuliu back.
After a brief conversation, the other party said there was a way, but it wouldn't be easy.
Then, the other party sent Ren Liuliu an email.
Ren Liuliu opened the email and looked at the two photos lying within.
They were clearly photos of Wen Bai and Wen Ziyue, along with brief text information about their identities and backgrounds.
Then, the other party sent a message: "If you can get in touch with either of these two, they can help you come back."