Yi Heye watched helplessly as a patch of light shone from the doorway, and then someone's hand reached out from the light and dragged Liu Zhi, who was lying on the ground, inside.
Then, the gate closed again, and the street, which had been briefly illuminated, returned to its original darkness.
Yi Heye leaned against Jian Yunxian's arm, stunned for a long time, before slowly regaining his composure.
He stared intently at the house, listening intently to any sounds coming from inside—if the out-of-control Liu Zhi posed a safety threat to the people inside, then even at the risk of exposing his identity, he would have to immediately move in to rescue them.
But he didn't wait.
About five minutes later, the small door creaked open again, and a figure emerged from the glowing room under the bright light.
It's Liu Zhi.
At this moment, he had returned to his usual normal appearance, with no deformed mechanical arm in his mouth and no longer showing the pain he had just displayed.
He seemed unsteady on his feet, swaying and leaning against the wall, almost falling to the ground, as if he were drunk.
Yi Heye was somewhat surprised, as this was the first time he had seen a case of an AI that had lost control and deformed and then regained its original form.
Driven by a strong thirst for knowledge, he once again grabbed Jian Yunxian's hand, wanting to follow her to find out what was going on. However, as soon as they turned the corner, Yi Heye lost sight of his target.
There are several forks in the road in front of him, and he doesn't know which way he turned.
Just as he frowned, feeling frustrated by losing his target, a sandalwood scent tinged with alcohol wafted over.
Jian Yunxian rested her chin on Yi Heye's shoulder, seemingly using it for support.
His hair brushed against Yi Heye's neck, making the already ticklish Yi Heye feel flustered.
At this moment, Yi Heye realized that he was still holding his hand. Just as he was about to let go, the guy hooked his fingers together pleadingly and swayed them back and forth slightly.
"Take me home, sir."
This voice was unlike anything Yi Heye had ever heard before; it seemed to carry a hint of coquetry, which made Yi Heye's breathing become lighter.
"I can barely stand," Jian Yunxian said.
Author's Note:
Leading the Sheep into the Room
Chapter 58, number 058
Upon hearing this, Yi Heye turned around warily and stared at Jian Yunxian, sizing him up.
At this moment, his eyes were half-closed, and the cunning and shrewd light he usually possessed was now replaced by a languid look.
His posture was not as taut as usual, and all his muscles seemed to be slowly relaxing. However, even though he was completely drunk, his inherent nobility and elegance remained.
As Yi Heye turned around, Jian Yunxian's chin, which had been resting on his shoulder, lost its support.
He instinctively leaned forward to try and regain his footing, but of course he missed. Just a second before losing his balance, Yi Heye swiftly reached out and tapped his forehead with his index finger.
With just one finger, Yi Heye managed to support this tall man who was over 1.85 meters tall.
This guy seems to be really drunk. Yi Heye looked at Jian Yunxian in front of him and remembered the data he had collected - the higher the precision of artificial intelligence, the weaker its resistance to alcohol. Judging from this guy's level, two large glasses of beer are probably really his limit.
If I had known, I would have persuaded Chen Sang to drink earlier. Actually, it wouldn't have mattered if I had saved a little time.
Just as a tiny bit of guilt stirred within him, Yi Heye watched as Jian Yunxian pressed his fingers against his own, slowly, slowly closed his eyes, his expression gradually becoming peaceful…
"Damn it!" Yi Heye slapped him on the shoulder. "Wake up!"
Jian Yunxian was slapped, then slowly raised her eyes, looking at Yi Heye with a clear and innocent gaze.
Yi Heye was indeed somewhat susceptible to this. Seeing his completely innocent gaze, he even began to reflect on whether he had slapped him too hard earlier.
So he looked intently into Jian Yunxian's eyes and struggled to ask, "Shall I take you home?"
Jian Yunxian narrowed his eyes again, rested his chin on Yi Heye's neck again, and said in a husky, loose and lazy voice, "Sir, you can't get into Area A either. I'll get lost if I go home alone..."
Looking at this thorny problem, Yi Heye asked helplessly, "Doesn't your Area A have any related convenient services?"
Jian Yunxian pretended not to hear, hummed twice, and said stubbornly, "I don't want to go back—"
If it were the normal Jian Yunxian saying this, Yi Heye would have already delivered a triple fracture, but the man's limp and defenseless appearance made him hesitate to strike.
After all, arguing with him now would be taking advantage of his vulnerability and being unrighteous and immoral, Yi Heye reasoned in his heart.
Before me lay a dark, deserted street, seemingly quiet and deserted, but in reality, a turbulent undercurrent was brewing.
If this drunken sheep-man is left here, at best he'll be picked up and kidnapped to be a male prostitute, at worst Yi Heye will have to come back the next day to collect his body.
Yi Heye disliked picking up what others had discarded, and even more so, he disliked having his own discarded items picked up by others. So he sighed and tried to take Jian Yunxian's arm: "Let's go."
But Jian Yunxian shook his head, withdrew his arm, and tried to cheer himself up: "It's okay, sir, I can walk by myself."
The next second, he reached out and took Yi Heye's right little finger: "Just lend me one finger to hold."
Yi Heye looked at the little finger he was holding in his palm, and suddenly his heart began to race with nervousness, but not because of any ambiguous feelings, but because of a physiological fear—
Damn, why did it have to be a finger? Is this guy holding a grudge and trying to break off his own finger as revenge?!
Throughout the journey, Yi Heye was in a state of panic, feeling guilty as if he had done something wrong.
He held the bewildered Xiaoyunduo in one hand and the dizzy Jian Yunxian in the other. When he saw Xiaoming parked by the roadside, his palms were sweating with fear.
Looking at the half-asleep guy with his eyes half-closed, Yi Heye was sure he had worried too much. He then carefully pulled out his finger and whispered, "Get in the car."
Jian Yunxian regained her senses, and bravely secured Xiaoyunduo's ride before obediently getting into the car.
At this moment, a pair of hands wrapped around Yi Heye in the driver's seat from behind, and then a head rubbed against his neck.
Without saying a word, Yi Heye was so disturbed that he didn't even dare to breathe loudly.
After finally getting used to the quiet and obedient person behind him, Yi Heye and the two of them finally set off on their journey home, enjoying the night breeze.
When Jian Yunxian was drunk, she was really well-behaved and easy to take care of. Yi Heye felt calm and at ease the whole way, except for the feeling of being rubbed against the neck and not daring to breathe.
Just when he thought Jian Yunxian was asleep, the person behind him spoke again:
"Sir, I just managed to hold on and didn't hold you back."
It turns out he was seeking praise.
After drinking two glasses of wine, this guy was probably quite drunk. Not only did he not mess up the mission, but he also helped him out at a crucial moment, which is truly commendable.
Yi Heye considered his words carefully. Phrases like "You're great," "You're amazing," and "Thanks to you" circled around his lips, but he felt they were all too cheesy.
So he said very seriously, "Yeah, you're awesome."
The tone was sincere, but the wording sounded slightly sarcastic.
Jian Yunxian sighed softly in his ear and remained silent.
Yi Heye realized he might have said something wrong, and since he was rather indulgent towards the timid Jian Yunxian, he awkwardly changed the subject: "Did you see that? The way Liu Zhi looked before, didn't he look like he was having a drug withdrawal?"
Jian Yunxian: "Hmm..."
Yi Heye: "But he actually returned to normal after transforming... Someone in the store must have done something..."
Jian Yunxian: "Oh..."
Yi Heye: "Don't you have a feeling, Chen Sang, she..."
Before he could finish speaking, he heard even breathing beside him—the guy had fallen asleep on top of him.
Yi Heye looked down at Jian Yunxian's arms, which were tightly wrapped around his waist, and felt his ears tickled from the rubbing of Jian Yunxian's hair.
The person behind him was like a large, plush backpack, tightly wrapped around Yi Heye's back, warm but with a strong presence.
Yi Heye quickly sped up and arrived at his garage in the shortest possible time.
The car stopped, and the long, steady breathing behind him didn't interrupt him. Yi Heye waited for two seconds, then patted him on the shoulder and said, "We're here."
The guy who had just woken up rubbed his head vigorously, then looked up and greeted very politely, "Good morning, Mr. 404."
Yi Heye realized he was still asleep and said speechlessly, "...Get out of the car now."
Jian Yunxian obediently slipped down.
As the guy turned around, squatted down, and vigorously rubbed Little Cloud, Xiao Ming, who had been keeping quiet the whole way, finally whispered cautiously, "...Wild Treasure?"
Yi Heye thought something had happened and nervously went over to investigate.
Then I heard the child sincerely wish you a happy marriage!
"Slap!" Yi Heye turned off his voice and gave him a flick on the forehead.
Different people or machines react differently after drinking alcohol. Some will let loose like wild horses, some will become violent and impulsive like wild beasts, and some will become quiet and obedient like sheep.
Jian Yunxian was clearly the last type; after drinking, he unexpectedly revealed his true form.
Thinking this, it wasn't until he opened the door and looked at his familiar home that Yi Heye realized he had brought this guy home for the night.
Yi Heye stared at this guy who seemed to know his way around the place perfectly, and who immediately slipped inside after changing his shoes. He froze for half a second. Why did he have to impulsively bring him home? He could have at least found a hotel room for him.
Fortunately, this guy wasn't a bad drinker, which was a silver lining in this misfortune, Yi Heye comforted himself.
Before her eyes, Jian Yunxian led Xiaoyunduo around the living room in a daze before belatedly realizing that she was not in her own home.
So he stood in front of Yi Heye and said pitifully, "I want to take a bath."
Yi Heye stared at him for a few seconds before finally giving in. He helped him adjust the water temperature in the bathroom, quickly found a towel and a change of clothes, and tossed them to him: "Go quickly."
It wasn't until the man was happily carrying a towel and about to crawl into the bathroom that Yi Heye seemed to remember something and asked, half-tentatively and half-jokingly, "A robot taking a bath, aren't you afraid of getting an electric shock?"
He had hoped that the guy, drunk and out of his mind, would slip up and give himself away, but to his surprise, the man's eyes snapped open upon hearing this, and he resumed his usual feigned ignorance: "I don't understand..."
Yi Heye shoved the man into the bathroom: "Go take a shower."
Time had long since disrupted Yi Heye's early-to-bed, early-to-rise biological clock, and he began to feel sleepy as soon as he got home.
He planned to take a quick shower using Jian Yunxian's hot water, so he first took off his prosthetic leg and soaked it in the maintenance solution, then gave Xiaoyunduo a good place to charge, and then found his own clothes, waiting for Jian Yunxian to finish showering.
However, one should be more careful when a robot takes a bath. Yi Heye felt like he had been waiting for a long time and was almost asleep when he suddenly remembered that the robot was taking a bath.
This guy is taking a shower. When you're showering, you don't need to wear clothes. If you're not wearing clothes, you can see Jian Yunxian's chest. If nothing unexpected happens, won't we be able to bring him to justice tonight?!
So he decided to take him by surprise, yanking open the bathroom door to catch him off guard—
With a "whoosh," the door in front of them opened.
Jian Yunxian stood neatly dressed in front of him, holding the doorknob in one hand, looking at Yi Heye who was standing still in front of the bathroom door.