In the end, of course, Tania was unable to escape.
The Ripper's strength was not as great as that of a doll who had replaced their doll frame, but it was still enough to suppress someone as sickly as Tania.
Stg-44 soon arrived, fully equipped in armor, gloves, cuffs, a doctor's cap, mask, and even an apron.
If it wasn't for the fact that Stg-44 wasn't holding a scalpel or a chainsaw, Tania would have really thought she was going to be dismantled and sold for parts.
"It's just a few superficial wounds, nothing serious. Just let your doll help you rinse it off later; don't bother with a bath," Stg-44 said, relieved after checking Tania's injuries. Luckily, she wasn't needed for serious healing. After all, she had only ever been partially loaded with medical knowledge and had little actual hands-on experience.
"Uh, what about that doll of mine?"
"Is that the one that's not very tall and wearing a maid outfit? She should have been taken by Scarecrow to the workroom for overhauling. That doll of yours has much more serious injuries than you do."
As for the other doll that had been turned into parts? Stg-44 directly skipped over it. Under normal circumstances, there was basically little chance of saving a doll that was damaged to that extent.
It would be fine if it had just been damaged, but the key was that the doll had already remained in that state for more than half a day. The mental data of a civilian doll would be preserved for several hours even after an accidental power failure and forced shutdown. Any longer than that would likely result in a series of conditions such as loss of mental data. The batteries on the neural core used to maintain the preservation of neural cloud had been removed. No matter which doll repair center it was sent to, they would definitely tell Tania that this doll was hopeless.
However, Commander Renault should have a way; after all, isn't that how they were saved in the first place?
Tania heard Stg-44's words and found them a little strange.
Serious injuries? That wasn't right. Rona didn't have any visible wounds, and her clothes were all still intact. How could she be injured?
Lying on the bed that had been prepared for her, Tania couldn't calm down. After hearing Stg-44's 'medical advice', there was a small comforting effect, and Tania stiffly sat up.
But urgent as she was, she now had a more pressing problem, a personal one. After being tied up by those mercenaries for almost a whole day, she was not only thirsty and tired but also needed to go to the toilet.
Just as Tania was bracing herself and moving a little towards the toilet, the door to the guest room opened again, and Rona, who had already finished her repairs, appeared in the doorway holding some changes of clothes.
"Tania! What are you doing? You need to rest!"
"Rona! You've come just in time! Quickly! Help me to the restroom! I'm going to leak if you don't come!"
...
While Tania was busy with her own hygiene issues, Scarecrow was also fiddling with the mind transfer device in a rather novel way.
She'd never had a chance to use it before, and now was the first time she activated the device without Renault. The client's doll had a problem, and its neural core could just be used for practice.
She didn't need to actually transfer the doll's neural cloud into a new core; she was just using this device to reactivate the neural cloud that was originally stored in the neural core.
"It's so small," Executioner watching from the side muttered.
"It can't be helped. Ordinary civilian dolls are only to this extent... Can we not drink inside the workroom? In case you spill it, watch out for Renault, he'll hang you and beat you up again."
"Eh, ahem, I'm just taking a sip..."
Upon hearing this from Scarecrow, Executioner scratched her head and ran off with the bottle in her arms.
She didn't want to listen to Scarecrow give a long speech.
Ever since Scarecrow came to Renault's side, she was getting more and more fond of nagging. If interrupted while working, Scarecrow could even chase you and nag you for the whole day!
"Heh, its quite fast. Neural cloud recovery... well, it's normal. Doll frame, I have some leftover normal doll parts before, these parts brought back could be slightly repaired and should still be of use..."
When Renault changed his clothes and went to the bridge to check the ship's navigation status, and then came to the workroom, this doll of Tania had already been almost repaired by Scarecrow.
"How's it going?"
"If the data among the neural cloud is correct, it shouldn't change much from its original form."
Seeing Renault walk into the workroom, Scarecrow nodded towards him, then looked at the doll that she had already put into the repair pod and answered.
"That's good. I'll leave this place to you. I'll go check on that client."
Saying that, Renault walked towards Tania's guest room.
On the way, he also saw several children who were playing with the T-dolls. Probably because Renault's aura was a little bit similar to those mercenaries from before, all of these children stood still and looked at Renaul fearfully.
Seeing this, Renault waved his hand towards the dolls, accelerated his steps, and left from the sight of the little ones.
...
"Whew! It's comfortable! This is probably the most comfortable day I've had this month. It would be even better if my body didn't hurt so much..."
Sinking herself into the soft mattress and smelling the fresh aroma around her, Tania felt like she had really been reborn.
A month ago at the orphanage, it was simply hell. The town had even begun to cut off the water, she didn't dare to run to the mountains to fetch water. Naturally, there wasn't much chance to take a bath.
Now, the feeling of not being able to smell the unpleasant odor of her body was simply like being in heaven!
"Cut it out, grab some sleep. Rhea will definitely be repaired before we get home. That doll called Scarecrow already said so earlier. But if you really can't sleep, I'll ask them for a wheelchair and push you to check on the kids."
Looking at Tania with some distress, Rona spoke up and asked.
"Well, go and take a look. Anyway, I've already passed out long enough in the crypt before. That little scoundrel Misha! she didn't even organize the other children to come and see me as the dean!"
Hearing this, Rona couldn't help but roll her eyes.
This woman thinks a lot...
Snort.
As she was talking, the door of the guest room was suddenly opened wide.