Conan’s Toast Does Not Eat Fine Wine

"Artificial intelligence?" Jiang Gu Ling was angry after being slightly surprised, "Do you think I am a fool, would you believe this kind of rhetoric?"

Hongshu felt aggrieved: "What I said is true, otherwise how could ordinary humans help you avoid surveillance and unlock the lock for you?"

Sure enough, he has been going smoothly since the beginning of the investigation, because someone helped. But artificial intelligence...what artificial intelligence can do this?

In Jiang Guling's cognition, the development of artificial intelligence is still in its infancy, and it is impossible to talk to him for so long without exposing the nature of "mental retardation" like this artificial intelligence.

Wait, it seems that there was also a very powerful artificial intelligence before. Jiang Gu Ling remembers its name as...

"Noah's Ark?" Jiang Guling asked tentatively.

"It's not Noah's Ark, it's just a system I designed." Hongshu realized that it was wrong as soon as he spoke, but it was too late.

"You designed Noah's Ark?" Jiang Gu Ling quickly dug out a name in his brain, "Sawada Hiroki, you are Sawada Hiroki? No, no, Sawada Hiroki is dead, even sojourner. The Sawada Hiroki in Noah's Ark should have disappeared too."

He previously suspected that Nobuhiro Asano had participated in the game conference led by Hiroki Sawada for investigative purposes. According to his later investigations, Sawada Hiroki's father Kenmura Nakabin was on the surface very low-key, but in reality he has been doing some strange things, as if secretly working for someone.

Listening to Yuguling's analysis, Hiroki couldn't wait to turn himself into a hermit crab, unable to get out of its shell.

Really, he is a complete science student. His favorite thing is a computer, and his favorite game is programming. This kind of thing about dealing with people and preventing quilts is not suitable for him at all! Especially the other party is an undercover agent!

Undercover, what is undercover? That is a group of refined human beings. How could he, a ten-year-old science boy, be his opponent?

Hongshu had been discussing it secretly for a long time, but Jiang Guling had already analyzed a bunch of results: "Sawada Hiroki is dead, so you are more likely to be his father Kenmura Nakabin, but you say that you are Artificial intelligence, or the designer of Noah's Ark... Is it that Jiancun Zhongbin frantically turned his biological son into artificial intelligence?!"

Hongshu trembles: "Don't guess, who I am has no influence on you at all. On the contrary, if you continue to guess, someone you value very much might get angry."

Jiang Guling raised his eyebrows: "A person I value very much?"

Hiroki: "..."

Did he say the wrong thing again?

Jiang Gu Ling vaguely realized that this artificial intelligence's understanding of him might have involved the name "Jian Gu Ling". This made him uneasy, but at the same time he became more and more curious about the person behind the artificial intelligence. He is probably the person whom artificial intelligence thinks he values ​​very much, right?

But the people he valued most had already died.

His young parents passed away, the couple who had given him good intentions when he was most helpless were organized and killed, his childhood tame and tame died on the rooftop four years ago, and his best friends from school days went to heaven and reunited in heaven.

He is already alone, so where is the person he valued?

Does artificial intelligence also play word games? He is referring to all the citizens he has sworn to protect?

Do not……

Jiang Guling suddenly realized that he was indeed alone a few months ago, but now he has comrades who are walking side by side. Nobuhiro Asano is undercover in the organization like him, and bears the same responsibilities and pains as him. In a sense, they are the most similar.

As for the people he valued, Nobuhiro Asano might now be ranked first. ——The second is Zhufu Gaoming, Jiang Gu Ling once swore at the grave of his best friend that he would protect his family with his life.

Hongshu, who worked hard to reduce his sense of existence, suddenly discovered that Jiang Gu Ling had taken his gaze back from the inquiry. He put the phone next to him, and seemed to decide to continue the investigation.

Hongshu couldn't help knocking out a question mark: Did Jiang Guling figure it out and don't go into it?

But Nobuhiro Asano, who was thousands of kilometers away, suddenly sneezed.

"Mr. Asano, are you okay?" Shi Liangzhen asked with pure concern.

Xinfan touched the tip of his slightly red nose, "It may be because of the wind blowing last night, it's not a major problem."

"Recently, the temperature is very high during the day, and the dew is deeper at night, and it is easy to catch a cold and catch a cold..."

Before Shiliang Zhenchun finished speaking, he listened to Nishimura Chiri on the side and sneezed.

"Miss Nishimura also gave a blow last night?"

Nishimura Chisato smiled and said, "Maybe I didn't close the window when I was resting last night."

"Did Miss Nishimura go to the market yesterday? The temperature in the suburbs is much lower than that in the city, and it is easy to catch a cold once and again." A frequent visitor of Iroha said with concern, "You live alone anyway and buy daily necessities. Just go to the supermarket."

"Well, thank you."

Conan keenly pricked his ears: "Sister Nishimura, the supermarket is close to and rich in things, why are you going to the suburban market to buy things?"

Nishimura was stunned and said, "Children, you are still young and have not been in contact with the firewood, rice, oil and salt of life. For low-income people like me, you have to plan carefully for everything you buy. Supermarkets are convenient, but supermarkets are expensive. Go every week. Buying things in the market can save a lot of living expenses."

"But the market is so far away, Sister Nishimura, do you have to spend a lot of travel expenses back and forth?" Conan questioned, "Can the money saved by buying something for one person cover the excessive travel expenses?"

Nishimura Chinai looks slightly stiff~www.readwn.com~ and has to change the subject awkwardly: "Mr. Officer, there should be nothing for me anymore, right? I have to go to work at night, can I go back to rest now?"

When Conan saw this, he walked aside and tugged at the hem of Chiba Criminal's clothes.

"You only need to investigate whether I bought cyanide and you know if I killed someone?" On the other side, Ishikawa Taihong couldn't stand the police's inquiry and shouted, "You are really affecting business here!"

The police department looked around and found that the remaining guests looked tired and seemed to have lost their patience. Upon seeing this, he had to say: "Well, after leaving the contact information, Miss Nishimura can leave like everyone else. After that, we may need your cooperation. As for Mr. Ishikawa, after all, you left your fingerprints. Please follow us. Go back to the Metropolitan Police Department."

Chisato Nishimura responded, then picked up a ballpoint pen and wrote down his phone number and address in the police handbook of Takagi Shibuya.

Ishikawa Taihong said dissatisfied: "How many times do you want me to say it before you can believe it?"

"It doesn't help to say how many times." A voice suddenly intervened, "I have mastered your motive for the murder."