-Is something wrong?
An Yu pursed his lips and typed: Aren't you finished yet?
The little octopus man put down his pen.
-There is no end to the troubles facing humanity.
This AI seems to be a little more pretentious than the commander himself.
An Yu was about to put away the terminal when another message from the commander popped up on the screen.
-Suddenly I remembered that you were still in the church. I had almost finished my affairs and went to pick you up.
An Yu couldn't help but poke the little octopus man who was still working frantically several times, and typed in a reply: "If you can come out of the screen, I will be happy to wait for you."
The other party immediately replied "?"
Nori leaned over, "Do you realize that you are talking to the real Ritsu?"
An Yu curled his lips and said, "This is AI. Is it very real?"
He remembered that Dian might not know about this small program yet, and was about to share one generously when Dian looked at him seriously, "This is not AI, and the last two are not."
An Yu was stunned, and his heart suddenly pounded!
The title of the little octopus man is set to "Sir", and Qin Zhilu's message will also be automatically classified as "Sir" by the terminal. It's confusing!
He immediately picked up the terminal with both hands and carefully typed a reply: Sorry, sir, the terminal was taken away by Xu Shuangshuang just now. OK, I'll wait for you at the church.
Dian said in surprise: "Although the brain people said that you have a high IQ, you don't look like a person who lies when you open your mouth."
An Yu sighed, "Lying is an essential skill for untouchables to obtain supplies to survive. I have been trained by my neighbor's system."
It took Dian a long time to close his mouth.
"Keep it secret for me, don't let the superior know its existence." An Yu pointed at the little octopus man on the screen, and said as he walked out: "I followed the clerk to make this in a daze, but I wanted to destroy it but couldn't bear it. We can only raise it first.”
Dian nodded in agreement, turned back and glanced at the poet who was packing candles alone, as if inadvertently, and asked in a low voice: "Is he the one who sold you the lottery book?"
"Yeah." An Yu whispered: "His name is Eye. His gene entropy is normal, and he has no non-biological distortion. But he does have some insight capabilities, a bit like you. But he is better at insight into things that have happened in the past but have not been seen by humans. If what he knows is a prophecy, he won’t think of too many possibilities.”
After he finished the introduction, he found that Dian was still staring, with a hint of confusion in his expression, so he asked, "What's wrong?"
Ever since the night prayer meeting, he felt that Dian was always watching the poet consciously or unconsciously, but Dian was too small and stood in the crowd, so the poet never looked at him.
After a long while, Diancai shook his head and said, "I can't explain clearly. It always feels very familiar, as if I have seen it somewhere."
He subconsciously touched the cover of the notebook. An Yu saw this and asked, "Does this book have to follow you all the time?"
Dian looked away, nodded and smiled, "I found this old notebook in the library two months ago. The vellum pages were very mysterious, but the inside was empty. I took it back and messed with it for a while, thinking it would use a special text like in the movie. I can display words using any method, but the result is not working. Instead, I am mixed with it and distorted when I wake up."
An Yu asked, "How did you discover the distortion?"
"At first I didn't realize it at all, I just subconsciously took it with me wherever I went. Later, my parents asked, and I felt something was wrong. Trying to destroy it, not only was it useless, but I also found that the things on my mind were happening one after another. Floating in the pages of the book." Nodian paused, "I hated it at the time, but as time went by, I gradually felt that it had become my essence and I couldn't live without it."
He smiled and touched the cover of the book, "This book contains everything I know and have not yet known. The book contains knowledge, which is equivalent to having the power to contain all things. If everyone cannot escape the fate of distortion, then this book This should be my best ending.”
An Yu looked at the peaceful smile on his face and silently chose to shut up.
In Ling Qiu's words, there are always some advanced people living in their advanced world that untouchables cannot enter.
As soon as they stepped out of the church door, they saw a familiar tall figure.
An Yu immediately said hello, "Sir."
Qin Zhilu strode over, the hem of his windbreaker was stained with the scent of the Black Tower's unique cold air fragrance, and stood in front of An Yu, "Have you finished handling the matters in the store?"
"Yeah." An Yu subconsciously touched the terminal in his pocket to prevent the little octopus man from speaking suddenly, and secretly pressed the mute button.
Dian asked, "Law."
Qin Zhilu nodded casually and said to An Yu: "The senior management dinner has been brought forward to tonight. Let's go back together."
"Ahead of schedule?" An Yu wondered, "Why?"
"Some strange things happened in Area 34. The people from the Black Tower have been researching for a few days, but they are still not sure whether there is a super abnormality. The military has dispatched an investigation in advance. If there is really a problem, I will go there at any time."
An Yu looked numb, "Sir, I've only been back for a few days..."
"It's really not my intention to frequently overdraw your physical and mental energy, so you can decide for yourself whether you want to follow me." Qin Zhilu said, frowning slightly, "It may not be a mission. It's hard to tell whether it's aberrations or someone else. Trouble may also be a natural phenomenon.”
An Yu silently prayed in his heart that it was not an aberration.
If the chief goes on a mission, he must follow. Ling Qiu said that you should not go back on your word with two kinds of people, one is the strong person, and the other is the person who has never broken faith with you. Qin Zhilu took advantage of both of these.
He sighed, "Let's go back to eat first."
Qin Zhilu nodded, raised his head and glanced at the clock on the church, "It's eight forty-three, there's still time. Since I'm here, I'll light a candle before leaving."
An Yu nodded and turned to follow, "Do you know anyone else in the orphanage?"
"No." Qin Zhilu looked forward and whispered: "It's 019."
An Yu paused for a moment, let out a soft "hmm", and continued to follow.
All the people in the main city praying have left, and only the poet himself is left. He turned his back to the church door and stood in the shadow under the stairs to collect the candles. Hearing the footsteps, he turned around, his smiling eyes swept across An Yu and fell on Dian, and he was stunned for a moment.
But then, he saw Qin Zhilu next to him, and his smile suddenly stopped.
There were only four of them in the empty and dark hall.
Staggered footsteps and echoes intertwined, the church door closed behind him, and An Yu suddenly stopped.
There is an indescribable feeling.
He stared at the poet for a moment, then turned his head to look at Dian, and finally his eyes returned to the officer's profile.
——Except for the hostility towards Qin Zhilu, everyone looked normal and did not notice anything wrong.
But An Yu felt more and more turbulent in his consciousness, as if some kind of medium suddenly disappeared in this space. The last time he had a similar feeling was outside the sleeping nest in Area A of the orphanage, when Chen Nian wanted to use the mirror mechanism to kill Si Ryder, that moment when he had insight and came up with a strategy.
But the so-called "moment" is the moment that others perceive. He still remembers that feeling - at that moment, the surrounding air still existed, but it seemed that another medium had been evacuated. He spent an extremely long second. In that second that belongs to him, it seems that he can do anything he wants in time.
An Yu looked up at the clock hanging high in the sky - the second hand was still moving quietly and regularly.
Time didn't seem to stand still. He didn't know where this sense of deja vu came from, but it made him even more frightened in the silence.
The poet stood alone in the shadow of the stairs, confronting the three people opposite him.
He looked very cold, "The prayer is over."
Qin Zhilu didn't seem to care about his hostility at all. Hearing this, he stopped a few meters away from him and said, "In that case, let's leave first."
The poet immediately made a "please" gesture.
Qin Zhilu turned around and walked out indifferently, with An Yu and Dian Yi following behind him. When he reached out and pushed open the heavy door, Dian turned his head and looked at the poet from a distance.
"This is our first meeting." Dian said softly: "My name is Dian. I have just arrived in the main city not long ago. If you don't mind, I will come to the church often in the future."
She smiled at him again, "The church has daily night prayers every night, and I will always be here."
He turned his eyes as he spoke, "By the way, An Yu, I've been very inspired lately. I've continued to paint, and I've also written new poems. If you're interested, please feel free to come."
An Yu nodded slightly.
After walking out of the church, An Yu breathed out suddenly.
The world seemed to return to normal in an instant, and the dry and cold air from the main city filled his lungs again. For a moment, he couldn't help but suspect that the confusion he just felt might just be due to the lack of oxygen in the church.
"Do you feel something is wrong?" he asked in a low voice.
Dian tilted his head and whispered: "The poet seems to hate Ritsu."
"There's nothing wrong with this." Qin Zhilu said without emotion, "He's always been like this, inexplicably. That's why I rarely come to church. Last time I came for Area 53, I deliberately didn't spend time alone with him."
An Yu shook his head, "That's not what I'm talking about."
Qin Zhilu paused, "Do you suspect he is aberrant?"
"No." An Yu sighed, "Forget it, let's go."
An Yu got into the officer's passenger seat, while Dian sat alone in the back seat and said softly: "I feel like I have seen the poet somewhere."
Qin Zhilu looked at him from the rearview mirror, "Is it near Pingping District? He hasn't left the main city for at least three years."
Dian thought carefully for a while and shook his head, "No. Since mixing the distortion with the book, I can completely recall everything I have experienced, but I can't think of a single moment when I saw him."
"He looks a little strange when he looks at you." An Yu paused, "It's not like he looks at other people, his eyes are different."
Dian said softly: "He should be looking at me, all the time."
After he said this, he was stunned for a moment, looking confused, as if he didn't understand why he said this.
Qin Zhilu looked at him for a moment, started the car and said: "The poet is a bit mysterious. If he is really deformed later, it will probably be a mental control type of power. Don't be affected by him."
"yes."
"yes."
An Yu found that the superior was different from others when talking about distortion. Those things that would put the superiors and researchers at risk seem to be just ordinary and predictable accidents in the words of the superiors. This state makes people around them feel extremely at ease.
When the car started moving, An Yu remembered to pull up his seat belt, but when he looked back, he was stunned.
The clock hanging outside the church was still ticking quietly - 20:44. At this moment, the time on the screen in the car was also 20:44.
If I remember correctly, the chief said before entering the church that the time was eight forty-three. And it took at least a minute for them to say these words from the time they came out of the church to the time they got in the car, which meant that time was indeed completely still inside the church just now.
"Have you heard of Mo Li?" Qin Zhilu asked suddenly.
An Yu was startled, pulled back from his thoughts, and squeezed the terminal in his pocket, "No."
"No?" Qin Zhilu glanced at him helplessly, "On the outer wall of the building opposite the bakery. Yan Xi told me that you have integrated well into the life of the main city recently. Is this how he defines good. "
An Yu later realized that the officer was just chatting with him casually, but he had tricked Yan Xi.
You can only smile stiffly and shut up.
"AI technology is nothing new. Brain and Black Tower have already applied this technology very maturely in the fields of biology, communications and armaments. It's just in the field of virtual idols that this is the first time such a perfect creation has appeared." Qin Zhilu said easily: "There is also a trial version of an AI applet that allows you to create a character with simple operations. You can also play with it and let it talk to you more to practice your chat skills."
An Yu squeezed the terminal tightly again and looked at the tip of his nose, "I don't know how to fiddle with these, sir."
"You can make one like Billy, he talks a lot."
An Yu was silent for a moment, "It's very worrying to talk too much."
Qin Zhilu just smiled and said, "It's up to you, I just thought of it suddenly."
