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"Fang Shanshan!" she called out, and both Xiao Qiang and Han Ming turned around simultaneously. In unison, they replied, "Okay." Oh! The two exchanged a knowing glance, understanding each other without needing words.
Xiao Qiang, fearing that Han Ming might misunderstand, deliberately lagged behind as they left the spot. He watched as the two walked ahead together before he finally began to follow. Just a few steps behind, he caught a glimpse of something in the shadows—eyes that seemed different from those of a human, watching him.
He paused for a moment and asked in a low voice, "Who’s there?"
As soon as Xiao Qiang spoke, a figure darted away from the darkness. Without thinking twice, he took off in pursuit. It was pitch black; in an instant, he had moved from light into shadow, struggling to discern his surroundings.
At first, he thought the figure was just an ordinary civilian. However, after chasing for a while, he realized this person was anything but ordinary. Despite his best speed, all he could see was a fleeting shadow against the wall.
He hesitated briefly, realizing he had strayed far from Han Ming and Fang Shanshan. Caught in indecision as the shadow continued to flee ahead, he recalled all the strange occurrences since arriving here. Regardless of the risks, he had to uncover the truth. Gritting his teeth, Xiao Qiang quickened his pace and sprinted after the shadow like a whirlwind.
Before he knew it, he had left the slum behind and entered an open area. In this space stood a towering crane with a flickering yellow light atop it.
Xiao Qiang had clearly seen the shadow enter this open area, but now that he was here, it had vanished. It seemed that what he had been tracking was not human but rather a robot.
If it wasn't human, then caution was necessary. He scanned his surroundings warily, trying to detect any unusual presence in the air; however, it proved difficult. The opponent was a robot—without heat signatures, breath, or heartbeat—how could he distinguish it?
Xiao Qiang advanced cautiously for several steps, sharpening his hearing to catch any slightest sound around him. He lifted his feet high and placed them down gently, trying to remain concealed from the light.
Just then, a cold wind swept up behind him. He spun around quickly and reached out with his arm! His fingertips brushed against something hard and metallic that slipped away from his grasp.
At the same time, an iron rod was snatched by Xiao Qiang; with a clang, it fell to the ground. He stepped forward quickly and stomped on the iron rod while looking at his assailant—a robot.
How could he communicate with a robot? Moreover, this one had just attacked him. Xiao Qiang thought it would be more efficient to capture it and take it back to Han Ming for examination to determine its model.
With that thought in mind, taking advantage of the robot's momentary confusion before it could retaliate, Xiao Qiang lunged forward. He threw a punch at the robot; it could defend itself when faced with danger! The robot dodged and turned its head in search of something to counterattack with.
They were in what resembled a dilapidated repair shop with no doors. In the dark environment, there wasn’t enough time to assess his surroundings properly. The robot couldn’t find any weapons; its blinking little eyes stared blankly at Xiao Qiang without uttering a word as it began to retreat—backing away until it suddenly grabbed a plastic bucket from behind.
Xiao Qiang's keen sense of smell detected an unusual odor emanating from the bucket—it was gasoline! What did the robot intend to do? Was it planning to douse him in gasoline and burn him alive?
He took a cautious step back and said in a low voice, "Stop right there."
The robot ignored Xiao Qiang's words and unexpectedly poured gasoline over itself!
What the hell! What is going on? Is the robot committing suicide? Ha! Xiao Qiang was astonished, unable to stop it in time as the robot activated its electrical resistance, creating sparks. With a loud bang, the robot instantly became a fireball.
Xiao Qiang threw away the iron rod in his hand and hurriedly took off his clothes, rushing towards the robot. He desperately beat at the flames engulfing the robot. After a struggle, he finally extinguished the fire, only to find that the self-destructed robot had turned into a charred heap of scrap metal.
Oh no! He covered his mouth and nose to resist the strong smell of smoke. Stepping back a few paces, he accidentally stepped on the iron rod he had just discarded and stumbled, nearly falling. His body jerked back, inadvertently exposing him to the light!
Someone was running on the high-hanging crane, and another person shouted, "Hey! There's someone over there."
Xiao Qiang still hadn't figured out what was happening when gunfire erupted around him.
What the hell, this is... He panicked, looking up but unable to see who was shooting at him. He needed to find a place to hide quickly. However, as soon as he peeked out, bullets came flying in without warning.
"Hey, don't shoot, I..." His shout only drew more intense gunfire; bullets ricocheted off nearby objects with a shattering sound. Not daring to show himself again, he could only crouch down and retreat to the side of the dead robot.
The robot lay on its back, looking no different from a pile of scrap metal. Staring at the 'dead' robot, he suddenly remembered what Han Ming had mentioned about the Bionic Core.
Outside, the gunfire had become sporadic, and he could hear curses coming from the crane above. Xiao Qiang picked up a wrench and smashed it against the robot's head.
The surface of the robot's head shattered, revealing a round ball about the size of a fist inside. Reaching out to grasp the ball, he felt warmth emanating from it; its texture was resilient like sponge.
Is this the Bionic Core? Xiao Qiang tucked the ball into his pocket and carefully moved his feet. Pressing his body against the wall, he used its shadow created by the light to slowly exit the repair room, searching for his way back while retreating quickly.
Xiao Qiang vanished into thin air; what kind of rhythm is this?
Fang Shanshan was dumbfounded; she was doomed! Tomorrow awaited her with a court summons. Not only that, but her reputation was also ruined... The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.
Han Ming seemed to have no other way to help his girlfriend except for offering comfort. He searched outside for quite a while but didn't see anyone.
"Alright, it's okay. I'll be with you tomorrow no matter what happens."
"I... how could he do this?" Fang Shanshan exclaimed, her anger bubbling over as tears streamed down her face, refusing to be wiped away.
Han Ming reached out, awkwardly trying to wipe the tears from her cheeks. He sighed and said, "The human heart is hard to fathom, like measuring the sea. You've read so many books; why don't you understand this?"
"But he doesn't seem like someone who plays tricks," Fang Shanshan sobbed, her voice breaking. Han Ming's attempt at comfort had no effect; instead, it only made her feel more frantic.
There was a knock at the door, a series of sharp raps. "Are they here?" Fang Shanshan hesitated to open it.
"Who is it?"
"The important people from the police station are here."
"How could they arrive so quickly? Alright, stop crying. I'll go check." Han Ming called out sternly, "Who is it?" He pondered who else could possibly be visiting at this time.
"It's me, Xiao Qiang."
"Ah..." Fang Shanshan froze, her tear-streaked face suddenly lighting up with a smile. "He's back?"
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