Chapter 436 Prisoners

"I feel a little nauseous. This thing doesn't taste good." Lin Fan covered his mouth, feeling a little uncomfortable. Then he bent over and coughed twice, spitting out a line.

But this was not the end. He coughed more and more, and spit out more and more lines. Finally, these lines were pieced together to form the outline of a woman.

Rebecca patted Lin Fan's back while watching what he vomited. This sense of déjà vu reminded her of the old days when she patted the back of her drunken master.

I really miss it.

"Cough cough! Vomit!"

Lin Fan vomited twice in the end, and two large pieces of mixed colors vomited into the outline formed by the lines, and then a magical scene happened.

The two-dimensional picture on the floor began to transform into three dimensions, standing up from the ground, with thickness and mass, just like a deflated balloon being injected with gas and expanding.

With a final wave, a living person stood in front of Lin Fan.

He was wearing a white coat, but it was not clean. Coffee-colored stains and threads were arranged messily on the clothes.

The eyes were surrounded by dark circles and had serious eye bags. The hair was brown and lacked care. It was simply tied into a simple ponytail with a knot, and the messy hair was puffy.

The pants were a pair of jeans with some patches on them, and the feet were wearing a pair of thick Martin boots.

After a quick glance, Lin Fan saw a pen in her breast pocket, with golden words engraved on it that might be her name.

"Uh. Hello? Quabramster. Taranifusting. Ers?" Why is this name so long? Lin Fan secretly complained in his heart.

"Oh. Damn it. How long have I been trapped?" The woman suspected to be called Ers did not seem to answer Lin Fan's intention. She swayed, covered her head and sat down against the wall to let her spirit relax for a while.

Let me think about it. Let me think about what happened?

Oh, by the way, I was sent to this disgusting aristocratic playground by those crazy people who ascended to the gods with a trap, and then eaten by the "two-dimensional prison".

The concept of time has become blurred. I have been in that two-dimensional prison world for too long, so it is difficult to recall the past.

My mind is full of simple and crazy two-dimensional lines, fighting with other prisoners, and the endless cycle of pure white world. I have really had enough.

Are there two living people here? One is an old-fashioned nanorobot from the Federation M20 period, and the other is a pure-blooded aristocrat, a terminal product! ?

MD. You lunatics of theism!

The woman was angry. She recalled how those damn lunatics had caused a great alliance to fall apart, and now there was a bastard who appeared in front of her and tried to humiliate her again.

I have not wasted my life in the two-dimensional prison all these years.

The white coat flew up and instantly wrapped the nanorobot behind the man.

Electric current and magnetic force were generated on the white coat. Rebecca was severely injured, and then lost the restraint of her body, turning into silver-gray dust and falling to the ground.

"Rebecca!" Lin Fan exclaimed. He didn't expect this woman who looked like a scientist to act so quickly, but he didn't plan to kill her with one punch. He still had many questions to ask.

Lin Fan grabbed Ers's fist and prepared to strangle her neck to restrict her movement.

But to his surprise, Ers saw that one of her hands had been tied, so she simply took off her shoulder and arm and dodged back.

".Is this guy also a robot?" Lin Fan looked at Ers's painless appearance and counted her as the out-of-control servitor.

Odemaier's shoulder quickly grew a new arm, and her other hand touched the ground, and then the blue grid expanded with her as the center.

Pieces of ground blocks were peeled off, surrounding Odemaier, and began to assemble into an energy cannon that Lin Fan had never seen before.

Lin Fan stood in front of Rebecca, who had turned into a powder, and shouted to Odermayer, "Who are you? Why did you suddenly attack us?"

This seemed to have some effect. Ers's expression changed, and she frowned and looked at Lin Fan suspiciously.

"You are actually talking to me with your mouth?"

".Is there anything wrong with talking with your mouth? If you don't use your mouth, do you use your butt to talk?"

".It's hard to say." Ers put down his weapon and posed harmlessly, "You are not one of the end-products, right? The end-products will use very distinctive substitutes to convey their meanings, instead of communicating with the simplest and closest to ordinary people's 'mouth' like you do."

Lin Fan didn't understand what Ers meant. He looked at the unkempt female scientist warily and asked about Rebecca's situation.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. But you have to demagnetize me, or I can't put it together."

"Do you know this crazy woman named Ers?"

"I really don't know. I only know that my nano core parts are made of scrap metal from the recycling station. I still remember that my master and his father collected four or five tons of scrap metal to get the materials together."

"I said your whispers are over. Also, my name is Odemeier." Odemeier looked at Lin Fan and Rebecca impatiently, and her white coat floated back on her body.

"Let me handle it. Her core equipment and database are already very old." Odemeier stretched out his hand, indicating that he had no intention of attacking. Then he took out a plastic bag-like thing from his pants and shook it into a bottle.

"Isn't she a nano-swarm? Why is there such a thing as core equipment?" Lin Fan asked in confusion.

Odemeier glared at him, "Nano-swarms are nano-sized robots, not real powders and fluids. The process of connecting data networks and building nano-micro robots determines the upper limit of nano-robots. Although this thing was quite advanced when it was produced, it is really backward now."

"And she hasn't integrated Qualcomm data cables and Wanwei algorithms, and this database. Isn't this your special sleeping robot?"

"I'm a serving robot! Not a sleeping robot!" Rebecca complained in protest, but Odemeier didn't care about these pale explanations.

From the information transmitted from the clothes, the database of this nano-robot is full of bitterness.

After sucking Rebecca's powder into the jar, Odermayer shook it a few times and looked at Lin Fan with eyes like a pervert.

"Ahem. In fact, I am not her first-generation owner, and I don't know what you are talking about. I don't know anything about elite lunatics or end-products."

During the Mars Civil War, there was a thing called Wanbian Siji, which can remove subspace pollution with pure mathematics and logic.