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"How did you think it was me? Oh my god, am I that kind of person?" Billy's eyes were so wide that they almost flew out of his head. "Baby, how long have you been looking for me? When you find me, you start to accuse me. I’m so hurt!”
An Yu looked at him expressionlessly, "Stop pretending, all the gossip in the minaret slipped out of your mouth."
Billy was furious, "Who said that?!"
"Sir said so." An Yu paused, "There are also Chief Tang Feng, Chief Xide, Chief Yan, Putao, Bo, and even Jiang Xiao. They all told me to be careful about you."
Billy: "..."
"Do you know Dian? He can see through people's minds." An Yu said sincerely: "Dian said that every time he meets you, you are thinking about who to spread gossip about whom, and your mind is full of shameful things. of dirty things.”
"..." Billy swallowed loudly and smiled awkwardly: "You can't say that, I'm just an information relay station. Besides, you are wandering around the minaret with hickeys on your neck. You are clearly declaring your sovereignty to everyone. Ah, I’m not spreading gossip about you, I’m helping you draw up territory! Haven’t I always been your confidant?”
An Yu hesitated, "Then - the territory has been drawn. You are not allowed to pass on anything about me and the superior from now on. No, in the future, you should not make any arbitrary decisions and come to see me on the 199th floor, and you are not allowed to bring any electronic devices to the meeting. .”
"No, what you said made us alienate." Billy sniffed sadly, "I am your first friend after arriving at the steeple, are you going to abandon me like this?"
An Yu nodded: "I didn't understand anything when I first came here, but now you are useless."
"..." Billy's face almost turned angry, and he turned around and walked out, "I know who brings out who they are. You, like Qin Zhilu, are both extremely defensive little white-eyed wolves!"
"Wait a minute." An Yu suddenly stopped him, "Do you also think the commander is very defensive?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Billy turned around and sighed, murmuring: "He was not like this when he was a child, but... yes, who can still remain innocent after going through that. Qin Zhilu has not become Evil people are already God’s greatest gift to mankind…if there really is a God.”
An Yu was at a loss for words for a moment, and Billy walked back to him, opened his chat box, and began to tell him that various schools of religion have become popular recently. Even people in the main city are frantically discussing all kinds of theological weirdness in private, and those who have disappeared before have disappeared. The poet has also returned to the public eye. Although the church cannot be opened, he has opened an account on social media and posts some weird and incomprehensible words from time to time.
An Yu listened absently for a while and asked, "Is it because of the Mo Li incident?"
"Well, because the Black Tower officially changed the name of the disaster to [Mysterious Arrival], but it was essentially driven by the Mori incident." Billy shook his head, "It's ridiculous, right? Thousands of people praised it before, and overnight Everyone seems to have forgotten the past and scolds her whenever she mentions it. Even if Heita said that Mo Li finally chose to self-destruct, no one would thank her."
An Yu thought for a while and asked softly: "Then, will anyone thank you, sir?"
"Ah?" Billy's tongue stuttered, "Of course, Law is a defensive force relied on by all mankind. How could anyone not thank him?"
An Yu looked at him, "If he is no longer a reliable defensive force, will anyone still thank him?"
"But he is." Billy laughed dryly, "Have you heard any rumors from the Black Tower and the Brain? Well, let me tell you, for so many years, someone in the Black Tower and the Brain has been questioning him. It seems that It’s already some kind of standardized process, and he doesn’t even care.”
"Why don't you care?" An Yu recalled the hypnotic interrogation and whispered: "He knows everything, but he doesn't seem to have any emotions, and he doesn't realize what he is enduring."
The room suddenly became quiet.
Billy stopped making noises, his face was unusually solemn, and his eyes fell on the medicine box he carried. After a while, he smiled softly and whispered: "No one can see through Lu's heart. No one can touch him. After he shot and killed his whole family at the age of sixteen, nothing can break his defense... Oh no, it also excludes the mission of District 95, but no one knows what happened in District 95. What, after all, he was the only one who came out. I heard that even the Black Tower has no archive of that mission."
Regarding Area 95, Qin Zhilu rarely mentioned it, and An Yu didn't see any relevant records in the chief's memory.
So far, he still only knows that Qin Zhilu used genetic infection on the super abnormal body in District 95. Instead, he turned the opponent into a monster with infinite genetic entropy similar to his. Then the thermal weapon cleared the whole city, leaving nothing behind. trace.
Apart from this, there is only one sentence that Qin Zhilu whispered in Area 53 - Area 95 accelerates the interpretation of the end of the world.
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"No one knows what the end of the world will be, but everyone is striving for peace and freedom. Although the mysterious phenomena are becoming more and more intense, we are no longer at a loss as we were more than 20 years ago. In the past 20 years, We gradually have domes, genetic research, we have formed spires, and have been protected by powerful lawful ones. Not only Qin Zhilu, but also the newly added mysterious lawful person, codenamed Corner, is said to be closed by humans When Dome was investigating Mo Li's backup body, he used all his strength to stop the time and space of the main city for more than 20 minutes, protecting the safety of the whole city..."
The news anchor gave a passionate speech. An Yu clicked on the page and scrolled down to refresh.
He was originally just waiting for the bakery's advertising post to appear, but unexpectedly, the platform automatically pushed the content posted by the poet two minutes ago to his homepage.
Eye's social media account avatar is the new painting - a large area of eyes opening and closing in the sky.
He had just published the prophetic poem "Sleeping in the Abyss" that he had written to An Yu. An Yu quickly scanned the familiar words, but his eyes stopped at the last few sentences.
There was a sudden knock on the door.
"It's me." Qin Zhilu walked in holding the terminal and raised his eyebrows, "Have you seen the forum?"
"Uh." An Yu closed the social media, "I glanced at it in the morning, but then I didn't look at it again. It's scary."
He paused and added in a low voice, "Sir, everyone has written several love stories for us - even Ling Qiu can't come up with so many bizarre plots."
Qin Zhilu raised his eyebrows, "It will take some time for the rumors to subside. I want to remind you not to interfere, otherwise it will only get weirder and weirder."
He said that and turned to leave, but An Yu whispered behind him: "This can't be considered a rumor."
Qin Zhilu paused and turned around, "Huh?"
"716 and 21 did kiss each other." An Yu licked his lower lips, looked at the floor and whispered: "According to the AI principles I understand, this is indeed not an active behavior between me and you, but the AI learning our emotions. and the results of self-iterated deduction after behavior. 716 said that due to the incompleteness of the data, sometimes their deductions will not actually happen, especially since humans are better at suppressing and covering up their emotions than AI."
The room was very quiet except for the sound of An Yu speaking alone. He spoke calmly and raised his eyes to look at Qin Zhilu, "But no matter what, sir, the artificial intelligence believes that we are destined to fall in love in the future."
Qin Zhilu stared at him and remained silent.
Those black eyes were deeper than before. They seemed calm, but they seemed to contain emotions that An Yu couldn't see clearly.
After a long time, Qin Zhilu asked in a low voice: "Do you really know what love is?"
An Yu lowered his eyes again, "Sorry, sir, I don't quite understand. Ling Qiu once said that love is the willingness to sacrifice part of yourself, or even all of yourself, for another person. This is what I can't understand the most. Partly, it never occurred to me, and it never seemed possible, to sacrifice myself for anyone.”
When Qin Zhilu heard this, he just curled his lips slightly, his expression calm and tolerant.
"Well, I think so. It's normal not to understand love. You're good enough like this." He came over and gently rubbed An Yu's head. "Stop browsing the forum and go to bed early."
Qin Zhilu took out a small piece of rusk from his pocket, put it on An Yu's bedside table, and then left the room.
An Yu didn't know if the commander realized that he was unknowingly developing the same habit as 716.
He looked at the little piece of rusk and whispered: "But if it were you, maybe I would be willing to sacrifice a little."
He paused and said softly, "Just a little."
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"You finally, no, you did come back to me."
In the empty church, the poet turned his wheelchair, turned around and smiled at An Yu.
The sun shines through the window screen and casts light beams among the dust in the air. Those light beams shine on the poet's peaceful and warm face. His eyes are as gentle and peaceful as in the memory, but for some reason, the gifted feeling of closeness in the past is not there. He disappeared. He was obviously a few steps away from An Yu, but it seemed that there was an insurmountable ravine between him and An Yu.
The painting has been completely completed. It is extremely large and covers an entire wall. The incompletely unfolded canvases extend to the floor and are piled together loosely. Hundreds of eyes in the sky are quietly watching on the canvas. gaze.
An Yu felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by those eyes and said, "I solved the Mo Li incident."
"I guessed it." The poet nodded calmly, "This is also what is said outside. The lawful person in the code corner has unprecedented mysterious power in the spire, and is worth looking forward to more than Qin Zhilu."
An Yu ignored his deliberate mention of Qin Zhilu and continued: "But during this mission, I did not awaken any new abilities."
The poet raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Huh?"
"Where was your last painting?" An Yu finally turned to look at the canvas on the wall, "After the chaotic red light, no new golden gears appeared?"
The poet spread his hands and said, "Sorry, I have given up on that painting. It has no meaning."
"Why doesn't it make sense?"
"Because I have carefully calculated that the pinion spreads along the periphery of the red light. Even if it is completely closed, it is impossible to stop the red light forever, unless the red light destroys itself - just like Mo Li. But Mo Li's nature was born It is domesticated by humans, but red light is not." The poet said in a chant, and smiled at the end of his words, "Are there any questions?"
An Yu took a deep breath.
"I don't quite understand your riddle." He told the truth, "I just want to ask - there is a sentence in the prophetic poem: He dreamed of being played by the lowly, absurd humiliation. In the last mission, I was played by a time and space The thief was able to play around, and thus mastered the method of stasis of time and space. But in this mission, not only did I not awaken new abilities, but even the ability of stagnation of time and space has stopped. I tried my best to stagnate the main city. More than twenty minutes. There is another line in this poem - He forgot his own size and went to death to repeat himself. What does this line mean? Will I have new abilities?"
She looked at him with amazement, "What ability do you hope to have?"
"A more powerful force of time and space stagnation, even -" An Yu paused and whispered: "Reverse flow."
"Entropy decreases." The poet immediately said, "You should know that time is the increase of entropy. The increase of entropy is an irreversible process. Short-term stagnation is a miracle. No one can promote the decrease of entropy."
An Yu was silent for a moment, "Excuse me."
He turned around and went downstairs. Just after he had gone down two steps, he heard the poet laughing behind him: "It's amazing. What happened to make a selfish and indifferent guy suddenly feel like saving the world from disaster."
Hearing this, An Yu paused and turned his head slightly.
"I have no interest in redeeming the world."
He whispered: "I just want to save one person."
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【Snowflakes】AI Qin Zhilu (3/3) Silent Changes
After the human disaster ended, 21 came to me on his own initiative.
This is his first active visit.
It didn't say anything, it just wolfed down all the bread in my house.
Then he put one ear into my arms, grabbed my tentacles and shrank into the corner, falling asleep.
I sat next to it and watched it all night.
In fact, 21 knows everything.
It is no longer a blank sheet of paper, endless emotions are growing and connecting quietly in its depths.
It's just that everything is hidden quietly in those golden eyes.
21 After waking up, he sat next to me and basked in the sun as usual.
Just when I thought it was going to fall asleep again, it suddenly spoke.
"For human beings, it's too abstract. I have never figured out why I am obsessed with survival."
It gently rubbed its ears against me and whispered, "But I'm really glad that the commander didn't let me self-destruct."
"Being able to continue sitting next to you in a daze and gnawing bread is the meaning of survival."
Chapter 83 Main City·83
"I just want to save one person."
This world is too big, with wind, frost, rain, snow, and endless crowds. A few seeds can turn branches and leaves into the sky in the blink of an eye. The deep sea contains bloody prey, not to mention the pervasive weirdness.
An Yu thought that maybe he was no longer that insignificant person. The corner bakery and the identity of "corner" had made him stand at the top of mankind unknowingly. But even so, the world was still an endless black sea to him. , he never wanted to stem the turbulent waters.
He just wanted to hold onto that one person.
Although in front of that person, he has always been just a small, isolated and soft existence.
The poet didn't seem to hear his last words clearly, and only whispered behind An Yu: "I think so. But no matter whether you have the heart to save the world or not, the world will reach its destined ending, and your own changes do not seem to be enough to affect it. future."
