Most participants accepted this explanation. A small number of people asked Metz to explain the problem in person. The Mathematical Olympiad apprentice refused the request unceremoniously and slowly began to clean up the math table.
He glanced up before going down.
Yicha saw the message conveyed on his face:
"Imez would like to speak with you alone."
Yi Cha nodded towards the Mathematical Olympiad apprentice. Nesis flashed in his mind. Yicha remained patient, but the All-Seeing Eye seemed not to intend to speak at this time.
The tall creature didn't respond too much. He hid the table in the air with a wave of his hand and left quickly. He did not return to the volunteer table, the bar, above the chandelier or below the sculpture corner, etc. exposed and reasonable positions.
The last scheduled discussion target is naturally the unexpected suspension of the Luoshen Project, its scope of influence, and the troubles hidden behind it that are terrifying to think about.
But before that, they came to the "eternal room" where the universal problem-solving machine is stored to learn about the current status of the universal problem-solving machine project.
This room has a constant temperature and no humidity. It is made of special metal without a trace of dust. It also has a regular external power detection system, which is suitable for the permanent preservation of mechanical creations...
There shouldn't be a trace of dust at all.
Icha stretched out a finger and drew a thick line of dust on the green shell of the mechanic's leg.
He knocked on the line, and suddenly a lot of mud-like things came out of the line, trying to crawl around. Yicha squeezed them into a big sticky ball and threw them backwards to infinity - the Olympiad mages were not around, and no one would be picky about the word "infinite".
"A lot of dust monsters came in. What's the situation? Why didn't you keep your master properly?"
The Demon Duke turned to a lone floor lamp in the corner and asked it. Except for the mechanical dolls assigned to Yimezi that can still operate normally due to the incomparable calculation ability of the Mathematical Master, this is the last mechanical doll they have that still retains energy.
Of course, the reason why it still retains energy is probably because it does not have flexible limbs that can move like other mechanical dolls. It is one of the earliest versions of creation, and its functionality is scarce—more expensive than imagined.
Everyone changed the way they asked questions several times and waited around the floor lamp for answers. The floor lamp only flashed rapidly and then stopped.
"It's a mechanical signal. Who can translate it?"
Take a look around. The volunteers shook their heads. Mechanics keep to themselves, do not cooperate or communicate. Naturally, everyone knew nothing about his unique language. Nesis should be aware of this law regulating the delivery of information, but it seems that he has no intention of providing help at this moment and has not issued any reminder.
"Lasnuolo must know!"
Willy Xiao interrupted, wondering why he didn't see this weird mechanical puppet when he came last time. "They are quite familiar! They were the ones who told me about tung oil. Why don't you call him back and ask?"
Yi Cha shook his head. After thinking for a moment, he covered one eye.
The surrounding volunteers and councilors watched as the devil's other eye lit up and flashed.
The floor lamp is on. First it lights up for a few seconds, then flashes three times briefly.
Yi Cha's eyes also lit up, and then flashed five times briefly.
After a few back and forth, he looked at Willy Xiao.
"Okay? Do you understand?" the occult scholar said excitedly upon seeing this.
"Yeah. It said: 'Because you didn't close the door when you came here last time to cause trouble, harmful substances invaded and the storage system has failed. The universal problem-solving machine has entered the countdown to scrapping.'" Yi Cha said dullly.
"I didn't close the door? Is it because I didn't close the door?"
Willy Xiao's eyes widened and he pointed at his nose. Yi Cha stared at him until the mystic scholar felt guilty and began to scratch his head: "How could that be? Isn't this thing too fragile?"
The floor lamp turned on again, and then flashed rhythmically several times. Yi Cha saw it with his peripheral vision and added:
"The countdown to scrapping is three days. If there is not enough tung oil to replenish it to operate after three days, the universal problem-solving machine will enter an unusable state, and the mechanic will also scrap it. This process is irreversible."
"I remember that you should be responsible for the task of finding tung oil?" Yi Cha added, "It's been quite a while. It shouldn't be difficult? Have you found it?"
"Ah...this...recently I am...of course it is not difficult for Master Weili Xiao...not yet!"
Willy Xiao spoke fluently and almost stuttered, "How could I have thought of such an emergency! I have so many other jobs! The weekly newspapers are closed this week! This is terrible..."
He quickly looked to Rabbi Shan for help. The two single rabbis shook their heads sympathetically at him and replied in unison:
"I'm sorry, there has been no progress regarding tung oil. If this matter is very important, we will send out our men to search for it as much as possible in the next three days."
"Very important!" screamed Willie Shaw.
"This is the trouble you caused, so you come up with a solution. Rabbi Shan has his own things to do." Yi Cha glanced at Rabbi Shan who was about to lend a helping hand. The two fallen angel priests immediately nodded:
"Yes. Holy Angel. Then we will not participate."
"Hey! Why are you like this! Brother Yi Chaint!" Willy Xiao shouted angrily: "I won't do anything else first, I'll just find it for you! Why don't you refuse to help me at all!"
"You mean, for such a simple thing, you need everyone to put aside their own plans to help you?"
"That's what I mean! No, of course I don't mean that...Hey!" Willy Xiao looked at Tuankeba again - but the hair-knot philosopher obviously had no interest in such too specific things, and spread out a few words Just braiding hair shows a stand-by attitude.
"Okay, okay. If there is no help, there will be no help." The arcane scholar tried to struggle, but in the end he pouted, "I'm going to find tung oil. Three days. Try your best! If I don't find it, you have to forgive me—— "
"Impossible." Yi Cha said, "If I can't find you, I'll be finished. Master Willy Xiao."
After saying this, even the volunteers who were chatting leisurely were frozen by the rapidly cooling atmosphere.
Willy Xiao looked at Yi Cha in surprise and scratched his withered hair.
"Ah...I didn't say I wouldn't look for it. Just in case..."
He was a little confused, and smiled awkwardly at the demon—a bit half-heartedly. "If you're in a hurry, I'll go find it now—"
"That's not necessary." Yi Cha stared at him without smiling. "The Luoshen Project still requires your participation. You can go after all the demonstrations are over."
"Okay. Okay, okay." Willy Xiao grinned and really smiled this time. "It's your fault today! You're so strict!"
He carelessly patted Yi Cha on the shoulder, but was easily dodged.
