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"Please go this way."

The young man in uniform had a bright smile, a clear voice, and spoke fluent Brittan without any accent: "The restaurant has prepared lunch for you. In addition to the special flavors of Yaoxing, there are also traditional delicacies from Huawan City..."

When Yis heard the sound from afar, he immediately made a big turn and quickly slipped away from the fork in the road.

There were guests on the ship - members of the Chamber of Commerce from Huawan City, who were invited to confirm the cooperation plan for the next few years with the Unicorn and take a look at this famous interstellar sailing ship.

When they arrived, Is had just returned to the boat and bumped into them. When he tried to escape pretending not to see anything, Bertram quickly dragged him over and gave the guests a "warm" welcome.

After all, as half the owner of this boat, turning around and running away when seeing guests is obviously not the right way to treat guests.

Yis reluctantly opened the business for a while, and then he had no intention of dealing with those businessmen whose smile lines revealed calculations.

Realizing that she was getting further and further away from the restaurant, Nana patted his arm to express her dissatisfaction: "Hungry!"

Iss reached out his hand to pinch her mouth angrily.

He was also very hungry! He just wanted to eat a big meal and then collapse on the bed and sleep in darkness - his injuries were healed, but the whole dragon was extremely tired, and he didn't know whether it was because of Heiyi's spell or Anke. Lan compressed time and sent him back to a point less than half a month after he left the Unicorn.

This was good. No matter how long it went, Tess and the others would start to worry, but the large time difference made him a little confused, and his mind was muddled, like a pile of mashed potatoes that were too dry to stir.

Seeing an acquaintance walking in front of him, he shamelessly asked for help: "Elicto!... Can you ask someone to bring me some food to my room? The more, the better... I want meat, a lot of meat."

Nana nodded repeatedly: "A lot of meat!"

The elf pilot, who always had a cold face, could not help but tilt his mouth slightly and nodded.

Yisi safely hugged Xiaolong and fled back to his room.

Ericdor didn't ask anyone else for help - she was idle anyway.

She directly packed up various kinds of meat in the kitchen, enough for about ten people, and specially selected a bunch of fruits that Nana liked to eat. She pushed a small cart and left, taking a shortcut to deliver it to Is.

It was lunch time and there was no one in the passage, which made the Brittans who suddenly appeared at the corner stand out.

"...Sir." He glanced back and found that there was really no one else to deal with this problem. The silent elf had no choice but to ask politely: "Are you lost?"

"Yes, yes!" The middle-aged Britan looking around looked greatly relieved, "I just stopped to admire the decorative patterns on the boat, and then separated from everyone... You know how to go to a restaurant? Are you leaving?"

Ericdo pointed the way for him, looking at his hurried back, his brows furrowed unconsciously.

It's a bit strange... The Unicorn has received many guests, and there has never been such an oversight.

On this ship, guests can't just run around anywhere.

And the way that guest looked at her just now - there was something indescribably weird.

She pulled the car to the wall and followed it quietly, but before she had gone far, she heard a low exclamation.

She quickened her pace, turned a corner to the left, and saw the guest who had just fallen to the ground. Beside him, a young crew member knelt down and shouted in a panic: "Sir? Sir!"

Seeing Elricto running over, he quickly explained to her: "I don't know what happened...he suddenly fell down!"

The elf leaned over and reached for the Brittan's neck. The man's eyes were closed tightly, his face was ugly, and his pulse was steady but weak, like an old man who was dying.

...The possibility of sudden illness cannot be ruled out.

She opened the sound transmission stone and contacted the infirmary, and then informed the first mate Zhanxi.

Because she always felt that something was wrong, she handed over the simpler task to the young crew member who was standing uneasily aside and asked him to help deliver the cart of food to Is.

The crew members nodded in relief and ran away. After pushing the car for a certain distance, their steps became slower and slower until they stopped.

The fingers on the armrest loosened little by little, and the expression on his face faded little by little, becoming empty and blank.

"Svan!" From a distance, someone from a group of sailors passing by called his name loudly, "What are you doing there?"

The young crew member raised his head, with a silly smile that was familiar to his companions, but with a hint of imperceptible stiffness.

He pushed the cart and caught up with his companion, and asked in an embarrassed voice: "Can you do me a favor?... I have a stomachache..."

The cart filled with food changed hands again, and the young crew member named Swann turned around and walked into another passage. His steps were steady and regular, and even the sound of each knock on the ground seemed to make no difference at all.

He quickly passed through several passages, but when he approached the power room, he suddenly staggered, and the muscles in the corners of his eyes twitched uncontrollably, showing a strange ferocious look.

"What's wrong with you?" A mechanical voice that lacked fluctuations but sounded strangely emotional came from not far away.

The crew member turned his head suddenly and watched as an old robot approached staggeringly.

Its legs were short, but its steps were brisk. Although it always looked like it would trip over the next moment, it miraculously maintained perfect balance and quickly walked to him.

"You..." It raised its head, suddenly paused, and suddenly jumped back a long way.

"Who are you?!" it cried, "...enemy attack! enemy attack!"

It made a sharp alarm sound, and at the same time turned around and ran away quickly.

Before the young crew member could even react, someone had already ran out of the nearest power room.

"What's going on!"

Terry was still holding a tool in one hand. When he saw the situation outside, he was slightly startled - where is the enemy?

The robot that was hiding far away raised its hand and pointed at the crew member: "He is not Swann!"

The crew member raised his head, looking innocent and confused: "How is this..."

Before he even finished speaking, Terry was knocked to the ground by a missile without hesitation, unable to move.

The crew member's face twisted, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and his shrunken pupils suddenly expanded.

He didn't know what went wrong...but he had another chance.

Invisible particles jumped out from the back of the crew member's head and rushed towards the small robot.

The screams from the robot shook the entire passage, making Terry want to cover his ears: "What's going on!"

"It wants to control me!" Darriel waved his hands in disbelief, feeling hugely insulted: "It actually thinks it can control me! This... this... bad thing who overestimates his capabilities!"

Although there are many online ones, there are almost no opportunities to actually use it - its curse words are not very rich.

Terry was keenly aware of something.

"Get him...it! Whatever it is, get it!" he shouted.

"Uh," Darriel was stunned, "but it fell apart...it's so weak."

At this moment, other people had already rushed over, and they couldn't help but look at each other in shock at the scene in front of them.

Terry was just thinking about how to explain, when Dariel came over and scanned the young crew member who had fainted on the ground, and immediately discovered something else.

"A small thing was implanted in the back of his head," it said, and then told everyone the good news, "Swan's consciousness is still there."

Terry looked carefully at the back of Swann's head, and it took him a while to find a tiny red dot.

"...Let's take him to the infirmary first," he said.

.

The thing implanted into the back of the crew member's head was only the size of a needle tip, and it was made of unknown materials. The instruments on the ship could not detect it at all.

But no one doubts Dariel's ability - it has proven itself countless times.

Finally, under its guidance, they finally succeeded in getting the little thing out.

And the "cause" of another unconscious patient in the infirmary, the Brittan who suddenly fainted, was finally found.

The same thing was implanted in the back of his head, and it had probably been a while, and even the slight wound had disappeared.

Swann woke up quickly. He even remembered feeling a pinprick-like pain in the back of his head when he passed by the Brittan. He could also recall the indescribable feeling when his consciousness was suppressed and his body was manipulated.

of fear and anger.

"What the hell is that?!" He couldn't help but be afraid.

After hearing the news, Iss and Terry exchanged a look, and Elricto had obviously thought of it.

This method of transferring consciousness is very similar to the method used by the robot Randy 27, the fake king they met in Mevre.

At first they didn't know much about this, but it was when Is met Randy 27 again on the Wortu planet that they realized that their "consciousness" must have a carrying instrument, and it could not be like Is and Nana.

Can exist independently in another form.

However, the body chosen by Randy 27 and his followers is actually an empty shell itself. To them, it is almost like inputting the data of one robot into the body of another robot. And now they are facing

This kind of technology is more advanced - after all, human beings' complex souls are not so easy to suppress, and their naturally evolved nervous systems are not so easy to control.

Swann had resisted, and it was precisely because of his resistance that Darriel, who was particularly sensitive to fluctuations in mental power, quickly discovered the problem.

This technology may not be very mature yet, but it is scary enough.
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