Everyday, Sucking Leopard, Doomsday Snow Scene.

Realizing that the original Dream Maker Card had disappeared, Chi Xiaochi took another Dream Maker Card from the warehouse and put it back into the slot.

After this job, Chi Xiaochi fell asleep to the sound of 061's reading, with the baby leopard in his arms as a constant warm water bag.

The young panther was not very obedient, and crawled up and down on him for a while, finally choosing his nest on his chest, his limbs spread out comfortably.

Chi Xiaochi slept well with this little ancestor in his pocket.

Woken up early in the morning by his kisses, Chi Xiaochi remembered dog meat in a daze.

He himself sometimes teases the dog meat and falls down and plays dead at home.

The dog meat is also a loyal one, it can't see, so it arches its nose over itself, and when it realizes that something is wrong, it immediately leaps onto itself and does jumps up and down in an attempt to force a reboot on Chi Xiaochi, almost spitting him out in blood.

He smiled slightly at the thought of the past, and brought the baby panther up to his eyes, pulling its front paws over his head, wiping them with a wet wipe, and kissing the soft, plummy pads of its little paws.

The little milk panther froze.

The little one, who was obviously quite thick-skinned before, even looked as if he was shy and hid himself under the covers.

Chi Xiaochi easily grabbed the leopard cub, placed it by the neck, scraped his fingertips from his ears all the way down his spine, and jerked a leopard cub out of its airplane ears.

The baby leopard was rubbed over and over, its neck, eyebrows and cheeks rubbed all over, its fleshy tail swishing around, and it couldn't help but purr and whine in a low, cozy whine.

Chi Xiaochi was playing with the little panther with all his heart when 061 opened his mouth.

There was an odd bit of patience in his voice, "Xiaochi."

Chi Xiaochi was rubbing her thumb repeatedly on the underside of her fleshy little tummy, "What for."

061: "...... Get up, it's time to cook."

Chi Xiaochi picked up the milk panther, buried her face in the baby's furry belly, and inhaled deeply.

061: "......"

Chi Xiaochi puts the baby milk panther around her neck and recommends it to 061 lovingly, "Mr. Six, the panther sucks up with a particularly great taste."

061 pressed against his tingling belly, a smile in his voice, "Is that so?"

Chi Xiaochi: "Don't believe me, come out and try."

The young milk panther hugged his tail and licked it, indicating an average flavor.

Chi Xiaochi heated up a pot, took out three fresh eggs and dropped them into boiling water to cook.

After washing up, He Wanwan brings Jing Yiming, who has just recovered from a serious illness, to watch Chi Xiaochi cook and make a fire.

Chi Xiaochi took one look at the two powdered dumplings and offered to talk to He Wanwan, "Would you like a loose egg or a normal poached egg?"

He Wanwan replied in a soft voice, "Loose eggs."

Question by Jing Yiming: "Sister, what is a loose egg."

He Wanwan stroked his hair in a very old-fashioned way and said, "Sister will tell you later."

With that, she turned to Chi Xiaochi and threw the question back as it was, "Uncle Ding, what is a loose egg."

Chi Xiaochi patiently answered the children's hundred thousand questions, "It's an egg with an undercooked yolk."

He Wanwan, Jing Yiming: "Oh..."

Jing Yiming leaned back and asked He Wanwan, "Will the eggs hurt if you cook them all the way through."

He Wanwan was long past the age of worrying about this, but she still gently coaxed the child, who was much younger than her, "I suppose it will."

Jing Yiming milked, "Then I'll have loose eggs that don't hurt, too."

Chi Xiaochi turned back, just about to say something, when he realized that Jing Yiming was not wearing gloves, and had tucked his two small hands into his pockets, the small section of skin exposed freezing red.

Chi Xiaochi asked, "Where are your gloves."

Jing Yiming answered nicely, "I just got up and didn't find it."

Chi Xiaochi didn't say she would help people look for them, but gloated first: "See if your mom won't scold you later hahahahaha."

061: "......" What kind of mudslide is this Uncle Mudslide.

Just as the thought came to him, the baby milk panther he had sent his soul to was handed over on its stomach.

Chi Xiaochi sounded like a vendor selling water heaters on a flyover: "Here, put this in your pocket, it's warm."

Jing Yiming unintentionally caught something soft and hot in his arms, strained a little to hold the little milk panther close, scrutinized it for a moment, and said in surprise, "Ya, it's a little panther. I've seen you in a picture book."

......061 Somewhat touched.

It was the first creature since he came to this world to recognize its identity without relying on a tag tag.

He Wanwan kindly told his brother, "This is a dog."

Chi Xiaochi said without changing her color, "Nonsense, it's clearly a hand warmer."

Jing Yiming, whose worldview was originally quite normal, was suddenly thrown into chaos.

061: ...... Ugh.

A hand warmer is a hand warmer, but I can't let Chi Xiaochi, the uncle, lose his dignity in front of the children.

He let Jing Yiming cuddle him in his arms and dutifully cosplayed the hand-warmer for half an hour, during which time Jing Yiming peeled back the fur and examined it in all kinds of ways, trying to find out where its on/off switch was.

Taking the hand-warmer back, Chi Xiaochi pinched the whiskers that had just sprouted from the side of its mouth and asked, "Yiming, what is this?"

Jing Yiming said nicely, "Hand warmer."

061: "......" sinning.

That being said, uncooked loose eggs are not good for kids this age.

Chi Xiaochi cooked noodles in the leftover goat bone broth from two days ago and served them hot to the crowd, while eggs were laid in the women's bowls.

He steamed easy-to-digest children's egg custard for the kids, not even forgetting to dot the custard with sesame oil and scallions.

As he ate, he took a pen and paper from the lounge and began to draw the design of the primitive earthen stove.

Halfway through the painting, he called, "Mr. Six, Mr. Six."

061 responded mildly, "Hmm?"

Chi Xiaochi: "This is our food, so we have to take care of it. Help me see how big the mouth of this wood stove should be and how the bellows should be installed. When I was little, I went with my parents to the countryside to visit relatives, and I memorized the general shape of the stove."

061 said, "Let me see."

As he spoke, 061 didn't stop computing for a moment.

A few days ago, he had used the Little Milk Panther virus to bring down several base stations, but he had never expected to paralyze the entire world's AI with this improvised virus program.

When the virus passed to one of the AIs close to the core hub, it was intercepted and a monitoring AI traced it all the way down its transmission path.

Despite the anti-tracking properties designed into 061 for the virus, he was dealing with a bunch of AIs after all.

The delay of two days before being detected was the limit of 061's capabilities.

Soon after breakfast, his program was under siege, with countless AI viruses powerful enough to poison him to the point of self-destruction launching constant attacks outside his firewall.

Luckily, 061 had the presence of mind to lock down their own localization system in the first place, or at least prevent them from following the trail to Chi Xiaochi's body.

He hung up the intercom and sent a message to 023: "The jungle is in the air."

023 seconds back, "No save."

061: "Please 089 write me a virus."

023: "He's the biggest virus in the world, take it or leave it."

...... and then nothing more.

061 smiled, dealing with the viruses while waiting for 023's reply.

About 30 seconds later, the 023 side came back on line, but apparently the chat had changed to someone else.

Because four words were sent across the room in a throwaway voice: "Daddy's coming!!!"

If he hadn't been so besieged by viruses that he couldn't breathe and had to help Xiaochi build a stove, 061 could have done the job on his own system.

After briefly informing him of his requirements for the virus, 061 said, "Fifteen minutes?"

089: "Come get it in ten minutes."

061 smiled, "Thanks."

Closing the chat window with 089, 061 was speedily consolidating the firewall and solving the most ferocious viruses according to the data transmitted back from the firewall, while seriously discussing with Chi Xiaochi about his stove: "The airbox should be installed on the right hand side of the wood stove, and the specific parameters can be measured when we start to do it, just where are you going to transport the cement and sand from? Just where are you going to transport the cement and sand?"

Chi Xiaochi spun his pen out of the flower: "We have trucks, what can't be transported."

061 really liked his energetic little look and laughed, "Well, anything can be shipped. Don't forget to design the chimney for heat dissipation, though."

Chi Xiaochi clapped, "Oh yes, the chimney."

He went down to paint the chimney.

Jing Yiming beside him looked out the window and suddenly called out, "Snow!"

Outside it was snowing heavily, thick as goose feathers, flakes swirling and covering the oil pipeline that ran lengthwise in the back, quieting the whole world.

Jing Yiming wants to go out and play in the snow, but his fever has just gone down, so he can only rest in his sleeping bag, but the child's playful nature keeps him staring out with watery eyes.

Chi Xiaochi embraces his little milk panther and sketches.

Jing Zihua is talking to the new Big Sun and Little Sun brothers.

The parents held a thermos of hot tea and discussed what to do in the future.

He Wanwan stood by Jing Yiming.

Yan Lanlan put on his mittens and scarf and ran outside to make a small snowball for Jing Yiming to play with.

Yan Lanlan didn't dare to go far, so he gathered a pile of snow by the side of the house and planned to make a big and a small rabbit for his two children to play with.

No one could have imagined that this small service area would receive an unexpected visitor at such a time.

Yan Lanlan didn't even realize something was approaching until it came close and opened its mouth.

She was busy pinching out the snow bunny's ears when she suddenly heard a pleasant teenage voice coming from her feet, "Excuse me."

Yan Lanlan shivered and immediately looked down to see-

The visitor was a small mechanical guide dog.

It's made to look like a Samoyed, furry, but is really quite small, so small that those central AI's don't bother to spend the extra effort to force it off.

It had a lot of snow falling on it, looked a little bloated, and had a slightly lop-sided description and a gentlemanly attitude.

It tilted its head and asked Yan Lanlan : "Miss, may I ask if you have seen a young lady called Xu Jingyuan. She is eight years old, wearing a camel-colored trench coat, red leather shoes, a silver butterfly hairpin on her head, and has big eyes but bad eyesight."

Yan Lanlan settled down and chatted with it for a while before learning from it that Xu Jingyuan was its owner.

The little guide dog had been out of the factory for three years and was bought by an ordinary family in the next city.

For three years, he has been the guide dog for Xu Jingyuan, the daughter of the Xu family.

It was in temporary hibernation when the disaster occurred. Xu's parents quickly fled with their eye-blind daughter, and in the panic, Ms. Xu left her guidance bracelet on the nightstand.

When it woke up, its little master was gone.

And it sought it out, one step at a time.

Learning that Yan Lanlan did not know where his young master was, the little guide dog nodded tamely, as if bowing to Yan Lanlan.

It turned away and retraced its steps to the highway, its tiny paws knocking a stamp into the snow and being covered by fresh snow.

Yan Lanlan never regained his senses until the little guide dog disappeared completely.

In this world, it turns out, there are still running, unstriking AIs.

Do they have love too, or is it because the program sets them up for it.

Snow pelted Yan Lanlan's face as she stood between the white sky and the white earth, and only then did she feel the reality of the end of the world.

Who says the end times must be filled with blood and fire and evil people slaughtering cities.

Like now, a blank piece of earth, can not see half a shadow, but more call people heart lonely and desolate.

Yan Lanlan steadied himself and quickly pinched the two bunnies, holding them back in the house.

When she stepped inside and shut out the freezing weather, the pot of hot water was boiling just right, poofing on top of the lid, with salted peanuts boiling inside, and as soon as she lifted the lid, it was the sizzling scent of star anise and Chinese spices that hit her nose.

Yan Lanlan was stunned before he broke into a reassuring smile.

...... Anyway, at least she has a nest now and new friends.

She carried the rabbit joyfully to her sleeping bag and was rewarded with surprised exclamations from both children.

On the other hand, 061 also put the virus made by 089 directly into use.

The systems attacking 061 collectively received a piece of attack feedback.

Despite having suffered a similar loss once before, they had been attacking for so long that they had roughly figured out the upper limits of 061's capabilities.

After estimating that 061 had been passively beaten for so long, it was unlikely that they still had the energy left to temporarily create a virus to turn back on them, and the message file was small, about the same size as the other scattered feedback, so they took the message in without hesitation.

In the next second, all the attack systems fell into a black screen paralysis, and the newly popped up page could not be closed at all.

The screen popped up a big math problem of geometric transformations, and next to it was a geometric diagram with auxiliary vertical lines and all kinds of lines jumbled and crossed, and a quick glance swept over it made one's head explode.

The question requires that the Archimedean solenoid be solved in the blank area for 100 points out of a total of 20 major questions.

Answer a question correctly, the virus will randomly delete a file, answer a question incorrectly deduct 5 points, less than 80 points, the virus will send all the programs automatically formatted, also known as the spiral up to the sky, directly exploded.

All systems: "......" Holy shit.

Half an hour later, 089 couldn't wait to send a message asking about how the virus was working.

The incarnation of 061, who was lying peacefully in Chi Xiaochi's arms, having his fur gently brushed with a small comb, sniffed and replied, "Of course it works well when you write a virus."

089 gushed, "How many were taken out?"

061 wagged his tail comfortably, "All of them."

089: "Huh? That good?"

061 patiently answered, "Here's the thing, there were quite a few good answers too. But they forgot to write 'solution'."

089: "......"

061: "There are twenty major questions, and each question with one less 'solution' deducts one point from the paper. So all of them flunked."

089 thought, so true?

061, on the other hand, squinted in comfort, his slightly pointed milk teeth nibbling at Chi Xiaochi's fingertips, and when he flexed his knuckles and lightly tapped his head, he behaved well, and with his grayish-blue eyes wide open, he looked out the window at the snowy sky, feeling nothing but peace in his heart.

The new Dream Maker card was used up again.

Chi Xiaochi added another one from the inventory.

061 couldn't help but ask, "Xiaochi, are you just going to let him have a recurring nightmare."

Wrapped in a small blanket, Chi Xiaochi cuddled up to the baby leopard and inhaled, soothed, "Hmmm. He'll repeat that dream before I see him."

"Will it work."

"It will." Chi Xiaochi smiled slightly, cupping the young milk panther's paw and tenderly kissing the center of the paw, her voice dripping with nostalgia, "Dreams can have a great effect on one's spirit. I know."