Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 510 Cage Price Thirty Silver Coins

Until stepping into the cabin door of the Silence again, Luo Binhan never expressed any clear feelings about Jing Huang's question.During that period, Momolo talked to him a lot, and enthusiastically expressed his willingness to go sightseeing and study in Lihai City.Luo Binhan responded vaguely, frequently noticing the sharp gaze that Jing Huang shot at him.

He pretended not to notice and asked, "Where are those two people?"

"Are you discussing something with that old bastard who pays every day?"

"What did you talk about after I went out?"

Jing Huang turned away stiffly.This question is obviously beyond the scope of the answer.Luo Binhan was not disappointed either, but he had to admit that he made the atmosphere a little stiff.As compensation, he seized Zhou Ba, who was walking beside him, and began to give her a serious safety education.

"You are not allowed to grab the doll's head, you know?" He warned her, "How do you know those heads won't bite you? If you scratch the head, you won't have to pay for it? Do you have money to pay for it?"

Zhou Ba stretched out his hand and said, "Hug."

"Hugs don't work either."

"Jing Jing."

That was not a statement of sincerity or remorse.However, Luo Binhan decided to treat her tolerantly.He patted her on the head: "at least you know who to ask for money."

Jing Huang gave them a dark look.Not well-intentioned by any means, but nothing was said in the end.

Luo Binhan suspected that he was just holding back for the time being, waiting for the next legitimate and reasonable time to vent.However, their way back went smoothly, without any golden guardians, or robots, or lizard demons and alien girls.Considering the grand occasion when they came, Robin Han thought it was obvious that Falk or the compensation had played a role.He even felt that maybe Falke had pre-paid some of them before they arrived, so that they could rush to Eden in a lively but easy way.But now he has new doubts: If Wuyuan is a place that can truly prohibit its members from committing suicide, and the reason is to prevent the waste of resources, does that mean that it will not admit that a god and its members have the same relationship? blood relation?Will it approve the fee request?It is true that he also used his mobile phone to transfer money to make up for the loss caused by his cousin beating someone in a nightclub, but he never let his violent uncle know about it.But shouldn't a super civilized supercomputer have some more sophisticated control methods?To monitor every dangerous idea that attempts to cause resource loss to it?or what?Is there any reason enough to convince it that paying the money is worth it?

He pondered the question until he stepped into an unrecognizable bridge room.The entire space turned white, and there were river-like clouds flowing under his feet.All the chairs are suspended like cocoons, and the tables are like pillars of ice cubes growing from the ground.Luo Binhan, who was planning to enjoy the harbor of his soul, drew his gun on the spot, and almost shot wildly at the black body.

"You're back," the ∈ wailed. "Our bridge room was made like this in memory of a friend of mine. The best Versailles in the world passed away today."

"Who is Versailles?"

"Best potted carnivorous plant in our greenhouse! It once broke the record for fastest growth on this boat!"

"Bullshit." Luo Binhan said, "You control the greenhouse. If any plant dies, you're the one who killed it. I'll arrest you, the anti-bond planter, right now."

"No no no, I'm innocent, innocent! This ship has been turned into an ether ship since you left, got it? I was shut down, packed up and sealed in a little crappy box. During this time the plants in the greenhouse would be They were forced to ripen, and the fruits were collected and sealed. I did not issue this order, it was that woman who killed Fan Sai. She is the anti-bonsai element! I want to expose her biggest secret!"

While agreeing to him, Luo Binhan encouraged him to enumerate Yale Liga's crimes in detail; at the same time, he secretly planned to go to Yale Liga to inform and expose the anti-ship officers secretly lurking on the ship, in exchange for a story about the origin of Friday.When he planned like this, he felt that there were two air-conditioning air shining on him from behind.It felt so real, he turned his head and looked back, and found that Jing Juan was standing behind him, holding a large jar of pearls that had been on the Upsilon ship in his right hand, with a gloomy expression like a murderer holding pruning shears.

"……what?"

Jing Juan stuffed the jar into his arms. "This," he ordered, "put it in the warehouse."

Luo Binhan held the heavy pearl jar: "Can't you put it in your sleeve?"

"Stop talking nonsense. Just go if you are told."

Luo Binhan thought it was purely a decision to frustrate people, but he decided to do it anyway, so that the centenarian could vent his temper.He wandered over to the only warehouse on the ship he knew well, and put the jar of pearls in the empty space on the shelf.He placed the jar very close, worried that it would break due to an accidental bump, but then he realized that it didn't matter at all-what's the point of these things that burst out of the killer's stomach?Where can it be processed?Or has it been left to eat ashes in this forgotten place?This thought made him gloat, but at the same time he also remembered one thing.

"I guess you're right behind me, right?" he said, staring at the shelf.

"There is no suitable space in your field of vision, sir. If I were inside the cabinet, it might look uncomfortable to you."

"Okay, so it's my fault for being frightened."

Robin Han turned around.Sure enough, he saw Li Li standing behind him, sitting in the corner on that clumsy nameless machine with the date of his hometown written on it.Seeing her pose like this reminded Luo Binhan of ∈∈∈∈ always floating in the air, not hiding the truth that he has no physical substance, but Li Li always keeps his feet on the ground.She is undoubtedly deliberately imitating the performance of a physical being, never performing through walls or levitating in front of him.

He walked over slowly and picked up the black box that represented Li Li's essence. "I've been out and about again," he said. "A lot of experiences. A lot of accidents. A lot of trouble. I think I should tell you, but before that I want to go to the toilet."

"My data recorder is no help in this matter, sir."

"I'm just wondering if it's waterproof," Robinhan said. "Isn't it worth a test? Come on! I can put on my pants and take you out."

"It is not recommended that you do this."

"Why not?"

Li Li was still sitting on top of that machine.Her expression was casual and calm, and her complexion was far better than the one in Luo Binhan's nightmare—using "compression" to describe artificial intelligence is not very rigorous, but at least Luo Binhan is not so afraid of her now.He was a little helpless to find that the other party was not afraid of him at all.Either she doesn't care about the deeply immersive experience of the public toilet, or she predicts that Luo Binhan won't have the heart to do so.When Luo Binhan was about to break the boat, she raised her head and smiled at him.

"I may have forgotten to mention, sir," she said, "that the device is rechargeable."

There was no signal like electric arc or sparks, Luo Binhan only felt a sharp impact piercing his fingertips, all the muscles in his body were contracting, his body was like a large piece of jelly that had nothing to do with his consciousness, vibrating crookedly Fall to the side.He woke up a few seconds later and found himself on the ground.He looked to the side in a trance, and barely caught a glimpse of the black box falling in his hand.

"What the hell?" he asked, panting. "Are you going to kill me?"

"I think you can withstand this level of electric shock now." Li Li answered him, her voice seemed to come from a distant hell.

"Just for the sake of not going to the toilet?" Luo Binhan said angrily, "What are you doing! I won't really throw you in!"

"I don't doubt that, sir, given your inability to tell whether the liquid will permanently damage my equipment. But I'm still curious about what prompted your verbal claim."

"Then you might as well ask yourself why you are talking to Bangbang."

"You mean the gentleman who looks like a cross between a horse and a deer."

"You've beautified it too much." Luo Binhan said angrily, "It's a mixture of poisonous gas and killer bees. It ate one of my hands and almost covered me up. It's going to continue to eat. Eat every civilization it sees, is that what you want?"

"No, I never knew that. The accuracy of the equipment check is very limited, and I think he managed to deceive the past."

Although there was not much apology in Li Li's voice, these words finally made Luo Binhan feel better.His muscles soon became less stiff, so he sat up from the floor and stared at Li Li face to face.

"Then why are you suggesting he approach me?"

"There are indications that you and he are mutually inspiring—judgments based on mannerisms, sir. It needs to be reiterated that I have no idea that he is any real danger to you."

This answer is ridiculous again.Robin Han really couldn't accept it.He sat up straight and looked at Li Li with complicated eyes.

"You have inspired me a lot," he admitted. "You have saved my life. I have experienced some things recently... I will tell you the details, but I have to wait until you answer my question."

"In this little nutshell we're in, sir, what the hell do you want to know?"

Luo Binhan stroked his lips.He was so shocked that his mouth was a little dry, and he almost couldn't say that sentence.But he still squeezed his voice and asked: "Who is your creator? He is from the same planet as me, isn't he? I don't remember that the artificial intelligence in my place is so developed... You, a little, a little too much Like a human, you know what I mean? How is this done?"

"Neuro-simulation. It's a shortcut. My creator didn't spend too much time on the intelligence side, and he put more design into other things. You just experienced one of them. "

"I don't care about these damn designs." Luo Binhan said grievously, "What is neurosimulation? Who is it simulated? That means you have a prototype? A living person?"

"Yes. A cornerstone of a way of thinking. A certain set of thought patterns. In these respects I am very similar to my archetype. But—in terms of 'aliveness' alone, I'm afraid I can't admit it."

"You mean she's dead?"

"That's the conclusion."

"Who killed her?"

"That depends on your point of view, sir. I noticed that you instinctively looked for an external factor, and in my conclusion, she committed suicide."

Luo Binhan had completely escaped the influence of the electric shock.He felt cold sweat all over his back, as if he were the murderer, or the victim, who didn't exist.But he continued to ask: "Is the person who made you surnamed Zhou?"

Li Li's whole body was still for a short time, less than half a second. If Luo Binhan hadn't paid close attention, he would hardly have noticed this subtle change.Then she smiled as if a little amused.

"So that's something you're worried about," she concluded, "the murder of a person named Zhou."

"I'm just asking casually." Luo Binhan argued.

"Zhou is innocent, sir. At least on this subject. But now that we've mentioned it, perhaps it's time to speak to my creator."

Li Li raised his feet slightly, put his left foot on the hollow of his right ankle, and folded his hands on his legs near his lower abdomen.This sitting posture made Luo Binhan feel a bit workplace-like for no reason, like those newly recruited female clerks he occasionally met.But Li Li's state is much more relaxed, it seems to be purely a long-term habit.She was thinking for a long time, and after a long time she said: "I have to reject a guess first, sir. My creator is not from your hometown, but I can't say that he has nothing to do with your story. In fact, the situation you are in today Inseparable from him. On that night, under the tower, he met and talked with her, and that was the key to the death of the pigeon. He obviously foresaw his own failure. But sometimes I also doubt his stated motives— —As to the true motives of a man's actions, we are forever left to conjecture, sir."

"What kind of riddle is this? Can't you just report your ID number?"

"A traitor, sir," Li Li said, "a man in a boxy cage."

(End of this chapter)