Chapter 143 The Day Code Fell in Love (13)

The gunpowder that had been buried for a long time suddenly seemed to be ignited, and then it was out of control.

There were no so many whys, and there was no need to explain any reasons. Even if it was because of impulse at the beginning, when he responded to her emotions, it was not as simple as impulse.

Shi Jiu's incomplete body and shocking wounds were like poison, stirring up all the inexplicable emotions in Bai Yao's heart. This kind of overly strong emotion could no longer be summarized by the four words "suspension bridge effect".

Bai Yao hugged Shi Jiu and saw that the red light in his eyes was getting deeper and deeper, and the panic in her eyes was getting more and more.

Although she was not a professional, she knew that even the most advanced synths would shut down after suffering such severe damage.

Shi Jiu held her hand and said softly: "There is a recycling room on the spaceship. There are many tools there. I can find replacement parts there."

Bai Yao raised her hand and wiped away her tears, then carried his body with difficulty and walked towards the recycling room according to his instructions.

Even though she kept reminding herself to be strong, tears would still come out of her eyes unconsciously.

Drop after drop of tears fell on the floor, and Shi Jiu's only intact hand slowly hugged her tightly.

No matter how often the error message appeared in front of his eyes, he ignored it. Now he stared at her profile with his dark red eyes and smiled leisurely.

He said: "When I boarded this spaceship, I established a connection with the system in the spaceship, so I scanned the recycling room here and found some discarded synths that have not been thrown out."

Shi Jiu's tone was relaxed, and there seemed to be a little pride in his soft voice, "Miss Bai, I am lucky, right?"

This is what she would say before, and he said this to divert her attention.

Bai Yao smiled, "Well, our luck has always been good."

They arrived at the recycling room, and there were indeed a bunch of old and discarded synths lying there, both men and women, old and young.

Of course, this is just a setting inside their appearance. After all, they are just machines. How can they have gender?

Bai Yao put Shi Jiu down. He sat on the ground against the wall. She squatted beside him and asked, "How can I help you?"

Shi Jiu shook his head and said, "Miss Bai, you can't help me. I can only do it myself. Please go out and wait for me."

Bai Yao wanted to say something.

He tilted his eyes and smiled softly, "I will be fine. I promise you that I will not die."

Bai Yao pursed her lips slightly and decided to respect his opinion. She walked out of the recycling room, closed the door, and waited for him outside.

Shi Jiu slowly crawled to a synth from the same series as himself, removed its arm, and spent some time to successfully connect the wiring of his broken arm to this arm. This arm was then securely installed on his body and became his arm. It

was even more convenient to have two hands. He found more parts in this pile of discarded synths, broken legs, torn skin, and those bite wounds... He found replacement parts for all of them.

He didn't want Bai Yao to see this scene.

Because no synth would use parts from other synths to repair their own bodies.

To be more precise, their code only has the function of simply repairing their own faults, not the function of repairing their bodies.

His current behavior is nothing short of a kind of "creation."

Humans are the creators of synths, and only humans can give birth to synths. If synths can put together new synths, then their behavior can be defined as the "reproduction" of a certain group.

If synths learn to "reproduce", humans who have lost their status as creators will surely fall into an unprecedented panic.

Shi Jiu never thought that he had given birth to a "creation" that humans did not allow him to have. He just saw Bai Yao crying, and the system's analysis results told him that she cried because he was injured.

From the day he grabbed Bai Yao's skirt, it seemed that breaking through the limitations of the code was not so difficult. Not only that, he also learned a lot of knowledge that the previous database would not allow him to learn.

Love.

This is really a magical word.

Whenever he mentioned this word, the codes running in his body would jump wildly. Although Bai Yao was clearly not in front of him, his visual system would constantly project Bai Yao's figure in front of his eyes.

Perhaps this irrational way of operating is what humans often call "want".

He "wanted" to see her every moment, and recorded her different looks every second into his memory chip.

Shi Jiu closed his eyes and sat in the corner. He had restored his complete body and even found a clean piece of clothing from an unknown synth to change into.

After the system prompted him that all the parts had been successfully connected and matched, he opened his eyes, couldn't wait to get up from the ground, and walked quickly to the door.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Bai Yao, who was squatting outside, stood up and turned around, meeting the boy's black eyes that had returned to normal.

He was standing in front of her, his limbs intact, his clothes clean, only a few scratches on his fair face reminded her that his previous broken appearance was not just an illusion.

Shi Jiu had a smile in his eyes and raised lips. His smile was as bright as that of an ordinary boy, but the scars on his face seemed to be telling her deliberately - love him more.

Bai Yao rushed towards him and was hugged by him.

Her arms were around his neck, her legs were around his waist, and her face was buried in his neck. Synthetics have no smell, but she felt as if she smelled a familiar breath, with a strange feeling of loss and recovery.

Shi Jiu supported her body with one hand and gently stroked her back with the other hand. He comforted her and whispered in her ear: "I'm fine, Miss Bai, I'm fine now."

Bai Yao raised her head and looked at the wound on his face closely, "What about the wound here?"

She clearly knew his identity as a synthetic human, but at this time, she completely forgot it.

In her eyes, it seemed that he was more fragile than humans.

Shi Jiu whispered: "These small wounds will heal automatically over time."

The artificial skin has the function of automatic repair. Although large-scale wounds cannot be repaired, small wounds like this are definitely no problem.

Shi Jiu looked into her eyes and said softly: "Miss Bai..."

She said: "You don't have to call me that."

He was silent for a while, then said: "Yaoyao."

There was no disgust or disgust in her expression.

Shi Jiu said: "Yaoyao, your adrenaline is rising at an abnormal rate."