Snap!
Just as Renault reached the underground dock and was about to continue working, he suddenly slapped his forehead.
There was something he had forgotten!
He had previously planned to sell various agricultural products along the railway line in the Griffin jurisdiction. Now, with his task of capturing Scarecrow, who knew if he could still do business with Griffin?
If that wasn't possible, he would incur another loss!
However, Renault wasn't discouraged. After all, agricultural products were fast-moving goods no matter where they were. They could be sold quickly anywhere.
If Griffin didn't do business with him, he could sell them to other cities. Moreover, he didn't know what would become of the mutant wheat concocted by Simonov and the others.
Absorbing various fertilizers and even yeast blankets used for fermentation, the wheat they produced seemed to naturally ferment. The juice inside the wheat grains even contained alcohol...
Although Renault had long known that the creep of the Zerg were somewhat outrageous, he didn't expect them to be this outrageous.
If these fungal mats were adjusted properly, wouldn't they be able to directly grow certain magical species in the future, such as fruits that turned into alcoholic beverages?
While his mind was occupied with these thoughts, Renault continued working with his hands. He didn't slack off at all. It was only when his phone rang reminding him that an hour had passed, and it was time to go back to change Scarecrow's body that Renault snapped out of his reverie.
However, when Renault returned to the workshop, there was no sign of Scarecrow. Her body was still lying in the printing equipment.
"Where did she go?"
The Prowler shell currently used by Scarecrow had only simple visual systems and a voice module. There were no other devices installed.
Even the communication protocol for communicating with dolls wasn't installed, so there was no way to contact her directly as before.
But their dormitory building was so small, where could she have gone? Besides, Scarecrow's Prowler shell was so conspicuous that it attracted attention wherever it went.
Finding her would be simple.
"Let me go! Let me go! I don't want to be photographed!"
As Renault took a few steps in the dormitory building, he heard Scarecrow's hysterical screams. It sounded like someone was another unfortunate victim of MDR's hands?
But this time, the situation surprised Renault. Because it wasn't just MDR taking pictures of Scarecrow, but even M1 Garand, Nagant Revolver, and others had joined in.
"No! We're not done yet! This is a customary project in our base! Newcomers have to submit their embarrassing photos as part of their induction! Then they'll be printed and distributed to everyone!" Nagant Revolver said firmly as she grabbed one of Scarecrow's wheels.
However, Scarecrow's poor Prowler chassis couldn't move Nagant Revolver who weighed around 300 kilograms. The two wheels that hadn't left the ground were spinning wildly, causing black smoke to emanate from beneath her.
"Stay calm! Don't panic! This photo album is something all our members have. As long as you put your embarrassing photos in it, then we're comrades!" Simonov said confidently, gesturing for MDR to quickly take photos of Scarecrow.
After a series of shutter clicks, Scarecrow stopped struggling and lay on the ground, looking despondent.
Being put into a Prowler shell... no, being put into an electric rice cooker was embarrassing enough!
But now, these guys wanted to take pictures too!
And they even wanted to distribute them to every doll in the base!
If Executioner or Intruder found out about this later, she... the words "fallen from grace" wouldn't even begin to describe her misery!
Even though she was the lowest-ranked among the elite doll models manufactured by Sangvis Ferri, she was still an elite doll! She had her own dignity!
But now, being in such a humiliating situation, known to Maria and several others... She shouldn't have called Renault, that bastard! She should have just self-destructed! It would have been over!
"Alright, enough fussing. Let's go. I'll take Scarecrow with me and change her body." As Renault approached, he grabbed Scarecrow and waved off the others.
Seeing Renault take Scarecrow away, Simonov and Nagant Revolver immediately leaned in towards MDR. "How was it? How was it? How did the photos turn out? Did you capture Scarecrow's despair?"
"Well, I recorded her voice, but capturing her expression was a bit tricky. Her head is just a rice cooker, after all. Where would she have expressions?" MDR said, flipping through the photos she had just taken on her phone. She uploaded them to her neural cloud and selected a few clear ones.
"Here are a few! And also the photo of Scarecrow lying among the dolls! Good job, Simonov!" As she spoke, MDR gave Simonov a thumbs up.
Although Simonov was in the air more than two hundred meters above ground at the time, thanks to Renault's modification of the doll's eyes, she could clearly see what was happening on the ground.
The photo she extracted from her memory was incredibly lifelike, with even the scars on Scarecrow's face clearly visible during the time she crashed.
"Hey hey! Hurry up and print them out! Let's put them in the album and make a copy for Scarecrow too! Knowing each other's past is what good comrades do!" Simonov grinned mischievously, not worried at all that Scarecrow would come knocking on their doors after she got a new body.
Meanwhile, after Renault put Scarecrow's neural core into the new body, she lay on the workbench like a salted fish, lifeless, with vacant eyes. At first glance, she looked no different from being dead.
Well, it seemed that MDR and the others had really angered her. But lying like this wasn't a solution. If she found out that MDR had even captured her embarrassing moments, such as her first time eating hotpot, she might immediately jump up and go after MDR for revenge.
"Alright, stop playing dead here. We still have work to do, and we don't have time to pretend to be salted fish." Renault knocked on Scarecrow's head and picked up a new album that MDR had just handed him, waving it in front of her.
Whether it was because she heard Renault say there was work to do or because she saw the album, Scarecrow finally reacted. She began to adapt to her new body according to Renault's instructions and then entered the repair chamber to attach the biosynthetic skin.
While Scarecrow lay in the repair chamber, Renault opened the new album. There wasn't much new content inside, just more photos of Scarecrow eating at their place before.
"I say, how about having hotpot today?"