An Yu turned his head from the window side of the seat, and through the gap, Dian gave him a frightened look.
*
When the three of them returned to Dian's room, both sides of the long table were already crowded with people.
Shen Yang was tying up Chao Wu's hair. Her skin was very white, her blue eyes were as calm as the deep sea, her slender waist contained a sense of strength, and her long hair hung down on her waist, almost hugging her. Like Chao Wu, her hair also seems to move gently in response to the rhythm of a certain tide, but Chao Wu's hair bounces quickly in small increments, like rapid breathing, while the long hair undulating deeply is like the darkness of the deep sea. Surge, slowly and powerfully.
She stretched out a rubber band with her five fingers, raised her head and smiled kindly at An Yu, "When we first met, I admire you deeply. You can also call me Chelia, as you like."
"Hello." An Yu secretly opened Shen Yang's information.
[Code name: Deep Yang (Chelia)
Minaret 5 High Floor
Aberration type: High-fin dogfish (initial value)
Gene entropy: 140,000
Combat Specialties: Deep Sea Vortex, Devouring of Marine Creatures
Comprehensive record: 8.5 billion]
Dian came over and whispered: "The high-fin dogfish is at the top of the marine food chain. It is said that humans have never figured out an efficient way to clean up abnormal tides on the seabed. They always rely on leaning deep to swallow them alive. At first, I thought it was a bit scary. But people from the Black Tower told me that she was the gentlest person at the top of the Spire."
An Yu nodded without surprise. People who can eat well are generally gentle in nature. This is inevitable.
Bo sat across from Chao Wu, wearing gloves and carefully peeling shrimps for Xi De. Ning originally planned to help An Ye peel one, but as soon as he handed it to An's bowl, he seemed to hear An's rejection in his heart, smiled and put the shrimp into his mouth.
An huddled in the big white hood as always, not communicating with others, sitting alone on a chair with her knees in her arms, staring out the window at the night in a daze, while digging out a cup of pudding out of boredom.
Tang Feng was eating meat gracefully and quickly, occasionally glancing at Zhu Tao who was running around, "Tao Tao, don't run around."
"I want to drink red wine." Zhu Tao finally found the bottle of wine, a grape vine emerged from his shoulder, and he easily pried open the cork.
He raised his head and took a sip at the mouth of the bottle, sighing: "The grapes that are the raw material for this bottle are growing really well..."
Tang Feng pushed the wine glass helplessly, "Shouldn't it be given to the officer first?"
Zhu Tao licked the wine from the corner of his lips and hugged the bottle tightly, "You can't drink it."
"Why?" Tang Feng asked with a smile. Before Zhu Tao could think of an excuse, he raised his chin towards the empty seat next to him and urged, "Come back quickly."
The high-level gathering was much more casual than An Yu imagined. No one cared about Yi Lv and the protagonist Dian. Everyone had their own food, and it was chaotic and lively.
An Yu sat down next to Qin Zhilu, and Dian sat next to him, answering everyone's curious questions.
According to his observation, although Dian is prone to embarrassment and shyness, he has no problem communicating with others, and the bombardment of questions obviously does not put any pressure on him.
There is only one social waste on the 190th floor.
An Yu couldn't help but sigh.
Lu, who was discussing things with Yan, heard the sigh and glanced here, turned back and continued to listen to Yan's words, then picked up the largest bowl on the table, took out a bowl full of meat and placed it in front of An Yu. .
An Yu likes to eat meat, which is a good food that is almost unavailable in Area 53. After arriving in the main city, various meats have become his second staple food besides bread.
He took a few mouthfuls and ate up the meat the officer gave him, then got up and grabbed a big bowl full for himself.
Qin Zhilu glanced into his bowl again and continued: "It's really difficult to say. No distortion band has been detected in Area 34, but more and more people are affected."
Yan said nonchalantly: "It can only be non-biological distortion. There are too few existing samples for humans, so of course we can't find a frequency band that can match the signal. However, haven't the advance troops already gone to investigate? Let's wait for the results."
"I would rather people are just mentally abnormal. There have been cases of group PTSD among the people in Baicheng who were frequently harassed by abnormal species before." Qin Zhilu said calmly: "The non-biological distortion in the orphanage just created a small space-time disorder area. , causing time in the entire hospital to stop simultaneously, and the aberration himself had no evil intentions. We all completed the task under extreme conditions. But everyone in Area 34 was disturbed differently. If there is really some super abnormality at work , that would be very troublesome.”
Yan Bu smiled and said, "If you can save it, save it. If you can't save it, forget it. I have said before that we are all just sand on the sand table. As early as when my father and my brother died unexpectedly, I saw clearly that the powerful sand may be able to adjust The sand table is balanced, but if the operator is determined to overturn it, it will be useless no matter how hard it tries.”
As he spoke, he cut a plate of steak casually. The black flame tattoos covering his arms swayed with the movements of his muscles. He used the shiny silver steak knife with ease and quickly cut the steak into small pieces with perfect shapes.
"Where is the person you supervise?" Qin Zhilu asked.
"Mian has a new mission. The swamp in Area 62 is contaminated by abnormal species and needs to be purified before the abnormality spreads. This happens to be her specialty."
Qin Zhilu said: "I'm asking about lumens."
"I'm taking a shower, I'm almost ready."
Qin Zhilu nodded without going into details, "By the way, the people in Black Tower hope that the Yan family can take over the AI industry. Have they talked to you?"
"Well, I'll let my subordinates talk about investment cooperation." Yan poured a small glass of liquor whose label An Yu couldn't read and poured it down his throat. "I know what the higher-ups are worried about, but that small AI studio They are very cowardly and have strict self-regulation in terms of information compliance. They have implemented multiple constraint principles in Moli’s underlying algorithm. First, they must not harm human beings; second, they must obey the rules without harming all mankind. command; third, obey the self-destruct key unconditionally.”
Qin Zhilu thought for a moment, said "hmm" and asked no more questions.
An Yu fished out the fifth bowl of meat and was about to put it into his mouth when Qin Zhilu came over and asked in a low voice, "Aren't you full?"
An Yu's chopsticks stiffened, "It's okay."
He secretly poked open the terminal and forcibly removed the computer in front of the little octopus man.
The little octopus raised his eyebrows indifferently at him across the screen.
-You seem to be learning to be more and more rude.
An Yu ignored its criticism and typed with his hands under the table: Sir, would you be dissatisfied if I ate too much at a high-level party and couldn't fit into everyone's chat?
The little octopus man did not reply immediately, but just stared at An Yu across the screen, his eyes gradually softening from indifference and annoyance.
-Won't.
-While I do hope you can control your eating habits, that is purely out of fear of illness caused by eating too fast.
-I hope you can eat freely and be able to trust that you will never face an existential threat from hunger again.
-This is a promise I made to you a long time ago.
-As for whether you can integrate into chatting, that doesn’t matter. Sociality and communication skills are two different things. I don’t have any rigid expectations for your sociality, nor do I think it’s necessary to force you to improve your communication skills.
An Yu raised his head, and Qin Zhilu just sat back down from where he stood, took away the bowl of red meat in front of him, and replaced it with a bowl of fish, shrimp and shellfish.
"You need to have more protein sources. Xi De said you have some difficulty building muscle."
An Yu breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his head and took two huge scallops into his mouth, chewing on the elastic tissue.
Yan looked at them for a while, laughed, opened the terminal and said to Qin Zhilu: "What they are eager to sell now is that fool-like small program. The algorithm precision of the trial version is already very high. Have you tried it? ?”
Qin Zhilu nodded calmly, "I uploaded my daily chats with Corner for it to learn from."
An Yu ate like crazy.
"Then what?" Yan raised his eyebrows with interest.
"Analysis failed." Qin Zhilu looked calm, stretched out his hand across the many spirits, and poured himself only half a glass of water. "An Yu's words and deeds were considered random, irregular, and unpredictable. The mini program AI gave up learning and suggested I contacted the developer and called the central algorithm where Moli is located. I refused and forced it to learn."
Yan Wenyan glanced at An Yu. An Yu suddenly felt like he was being stared at by a brutal predator, and silently held the bowl farther away.
"What happens next?" Yan asked.
Qin Zhilu casually cut open a piece of potato cheese pie, and when he saw the large piece of ham inside, he realized that it was made by Zhu Tao, not An Yu's improved version, so he put down the knife again, "I studied hard and only learned a very superficial thing. , it has no reference value, I have decided to destroy it."
He didn't explain any more, and Yan didn't ask any more questions. But An Yu couldn't help but glance at the commander's terminal. After the third glance, Qin Zhilu pushed him to unlock the terminal.
On the screen was a snow-white rabbit-eared An Yu.
An Yu suddenly thought of the hobbies labels he had randomly assigned to himself in his brain's top-secret database, and felt a little desperate.
It turned out that even the commander was deeply involved in these misunderstandings about him.
He poked at the screen helplessly.
The little man with rabbit ears who was crazily stuffing bread into his mouth raised his head and looked at him through the screen in confusion.
-One night's sleep and 100 loaves of bread, okay?
While An Yu was in a daze, Qin Zhilu reached out and poked him again.
-80 loaves of bread are also available, please think about it again.
Poke again.
-150 loaves of bread for two nights.
Poke again.
-450 items per week, 1800 items per month, which is the lowest.
Poke again.
The little man with bunny ears on the screen suddenly took out a knife and pointed it at his wrist.
-There is no bread and I want to die.
Poke again.
The rabbit-eared villain put away his knife, his eyes turned blood red, his rabbit ears and white fur were flying on the screen, and he looked arrogant.
-Give me bread, please.
"Look." Qin Zhilu looked at An Yu expressionlessly, "How weird your daily words and deeds are to the AI."
An Yu dragged the bubble boxes back and forth a few times, then raised his head blankly, "Isn't this normal, sir."
Qin Zhilu: "..."
"If it's just sleeping, it's not what Billy expected." An Yu sincerely extended an olive branch to the superior, "I don't need money or bread, just to maintain the friendly relationship with you, please make an appointment with me at any time .”
Qin Zhilu's face gradually turned dull, "I have to ask, what if it's the kind that Billy expected?"
An Yu glanced at Yan next to him.
Yan was cutting the steak again, but seemed to be holding his breath at the same time.
An Yu got closer to the commander's ear and pointed at the screen, "The price is about the same."
In fact, he thinks AI is a bit too big-mouthed. In Area 53, two loaves of bread can be considered.
But the chief is very rich and can ask for more.
Qin Zhilu stared at him deeply, "Do you realize that you have no worries about food and clothing now?"
An Yu nodded, "But you can freeze it and store it, and take it out when the world is destroyed. The account numbers are all fictitious. Ling Qiu said that bread that can be touched is the truth."
Qin Zhilu took the terminal away from him with a cold face.
An Yu thought that the little man with rabbit ears would probably be ruthlessly destroyed by the commander soon.
Just as he was feeling pity, a faint aroma passed by, and Lu Ming walked past him with an indifferent expression. He hesitated for a moment at the empty seats on both sides of the long table, and then walked to the seat next to Yan.
