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"It's him, take him back."
Lu Xiang said.
The ancient robots' pupils flickered with red light; their voices were cold and monotonous, just as they had been for the past several decades, "Prisoner received, executing escort mission."
They faithfully carried out the mission entrusted to them.
But as they reached the doorway, one of the robots suddenly stopped and said in that cold mechanical voice, "Director Lu Xiang, Mother sends her regards."
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These past few days had been difficult for Song Lan. After the incident in Lute City fermented, its impact became immediately apparent. Nearly by that same afternoon, his phone, which lacked many contacts, was stuffed with various messages. Now, it seemed like the whole world was searching for his whereabouts.
As soon as he turned on the TV, the news was talking about him, and this situation had continued for three days.
In the end, the clever Mr. Song Lan had found a method that served once and for all.