The mechanical arm that was tightly packed into the wall slowly stretched out, clamped the helmet, and then retracted into the wall.
The two sides of the wall were gathered toward the middle and closed, completely wrapping the helmeted robotic arm in the wall.
On the control panel, the verification progress bar kept beating.
Baishi turned his back to Zhang Shou Zhang, looking down at the progress bar. On his curved neck, there was a delicate spine slightly bulging.
"Shiraishi."
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