[Quick Transmigration] A report on the adaptation of an AI to society

"What did you mean by calling me 'prey' when you almost killed me that time." You propped your chin and asked Crane, who was sailing, and Kraun said, "Oh no, honey, that's not me Almost killed you, it was you who almost killed yourself—couldn’t you stop working so hard, see a pile of steel bars and bump up stupidly, it’s not me, my dear, you have to believe that you are now There is no life to mock me."

You laughed, and leaned over to grab the console with him, Kraun hurriedly avoided: "No, no, dear, don't be angry! I say I say! I just knew you well before you realized it ——Please don’t look at me like this, baby? Who told you to follow the direction of my investigation every time, can you not notice? Your purpose is too obvious, so I put you among the target people by the way Inside."

You squint your eyes, but your attention is elsewhere: "So you treat the first three guys in the same way—the so-called target person, eat, drink, sleep, and chat, and be friends and lovers by the way?"

"Honey, although you're very cute when you're jealous, I'm responsible for saying that's the only way I treat you, and I'm usually very mysterious—like the gods at a seance, you know, they The attitude towards me is trembling, only you dare to taste my dessert," Klauen kissed your forehead: "You are special, Fengmian."

"It's the god of death who crawled out of hell." You laughed, hooked his neck and kissed him, and after the kiss was over, Crane's eyes sparkled, like a river of stars pouring into his pair of pigeon blood red eyes : "So, Feng Mian, did you agree to my request indirectly?"

"What? I forgot," you said, pushing him away and falling back into the seat: "Concentrate, my property is coming."

"Do you need wine?" Crane bent down and took out a few bottles of whiskey from the seat before docking. When you saw it, you got a headache: "Why do you have a problem with Buti? You always carry wine bottles with you."

Crane explained as he walked: "I know you can't drink alcohol, but you need a little alcohol to numb your brain at this time, so how about having a few drinks with me first?"

"No, I'm not a drink for Russian bears, you can drink it yourself, I remember I had some beer, I should still have it - it was left over from the bunch of crazy people who had a bachelor party at my house." "It's okay honey," Crohn embraced you, and promised confidently: "When it's your bachelor party, I promise to pour them all over!"

You open the door, and after you haven’t come back for several months, the room is covered with a thin layer of dust, and it looks very deserted. You turn on the light, roll up your sleeves and walk into the kitchen: “Find the wine glass by yourself, it’s in the first cabinet. Gee, that's right there... Beer, lucky to find it!"

Crane asks you while pouring the wine: "Honey, do you have music here?" "Music? What do you want that for? Do you want to have a ballroom dance with me?" You open the can, and the beer foam is like erupting The volcanic spills of the water are all over the place, and you hold your hands away and swear: "Oh shit, Crone! Is the sink still working? I need to wash my hands!"

Kraun came over and took your beer can, and threw it into the trash can smartly. You exhaled and washed the wine stains away, and the cleanliness reaction improved a lot: "Thank God, I shouldn't try it, see I can't drink another few bottles, so I am sorry that I don't have this opportunity to drink with you, this is fate and I didn't do it on purpose..." You looked at him innocently, although this was not your intention, But any excuse to get away with alcohol is hard to come by.

"Don't worry, honey, I still have a solution." You watched as Crohn drank a glass of whiskey down to the last drop. Before he could clap his hands, this guy squeezed your jaw with one hand and held it down with the other. The back of your neck bowed to kiss you, and you were caught off guard by his teeth, and the spicy whiskey rushed into your mouth, like a poisonous snake slamming into your throat.

That's why you don't like alcohol, you're so sensitive to it, a glass of hard drink can kill you - you get laughed at a lot for it and never get to join their fun time.

You now feel like your brain has been smashed to pieces by alcohol, your body is out of your control, and you are in a fascinating sense of vertigo.The master bedroom is on the second floor—you think hard, where is this?Oh, you remembered, there is a guest bedroom on the first floor, and the wall facing the courtyard is full of sliding French windows. You like to read a book in the afternoon when there are no tasks, and the sunlight will be cut and broken by the verdant leaves. On you, however, Ryan simply loathes the design of this room. "Are you an exhibitionist?" Ryan said. "How do you let the people in the room enjoy their good private time, like sex?"

You pushed Crohn hard, and Crohn kissed you, and asked vaguely, "What's the matter?" "Close the curtains, the French windows..." You said, pointing weakly to the window to the side, and the colorful night light shines through the two windows. Silica products are sprinkled in, and you can see the night intertwined with neon lines, and the canopy occasionally disturbed by the wind.Crohn laughed softly, pulled your hand back and placed it on top of your head: "Honey, no one will see, take it easy."

You close your eyes and let the person on you take off your clothes, your fingers roam around every corner, when he nibbles on your Adam's apple, you moan, you raise your head unconsciously, and your hair slides down your face.

It's amazing, you never dreamed you'd have a lover who was a wanted man, but it happened, didn't it?You fell in love with him, slept with him, and for the first time allowed someone to do something so egregious to you - but you weren't particularly annoying either.

"Clawn," you called him panting, "after this, let's go back to Alton, I like it there, Washington, Washington is too... ah!" Your voice broke suddenly, and Crohn held your waist Entering slowly, staring into your eyes like a fountain of intoxicating red wine, he replied: "Okay." You laughed, groped and hugged his neck, kissed his wine-smelling lips, which reminded you again The sweets I ate when I was a child, sweet and greasy, you like the sweet and greasy feeling when you kiss Kraun, and you like him too.

You didn't get much sleep - anyone with a haunted house adventure and a bout of intense exercise in the middle of the night doesn't have a few more hours left to sleep, the morning light and the damn body clock wakes you up, and you drowsily open your eyes, Crane is flipping through a book next to you.

"Are you awake?" Kraun rubbed your head and put the book upside down on the bedside table: "I want to eat something, I'll prepare it." "Anything is fine," you replied slowly, with a Strong nasal voice: "What are you reading?" Crone replied: "The book you put there, you usually read this, "American Psycho"?" You yawned and said: "Because I I think this protagonist is very similar to you, but now it’s not at all, you can take it away if you like.”

"I..." Before Kraun could say a word, a familiar voice pierced your eardrums: "Hi! Why didn't you say it earlier when you came back, if I didn't find out your location, I wouldn't even know it! You glance out the window, and Ryan is looking at you with a grin: "Dude, why don't you introduce me?" You yawn again and say, "Can I now sue you for breaking and entering and abuse of power? Okay, Crowne, this is Loud Ryan, my friend, people call him a megaphone, and we'll save money on scaring criminals with a megaphone, this is Crowne." You put your hand on the pad In the back of his head, he looked lazily at Ryan: "Have you peeped enough? You can get out if you have enough. Remember to close the fence. I don't want a few more sparrows here."

"Ruthless, you should leave me here to share breakfast now, as an elder, I came to care about you early in the morning!" "Oh." You replied indifferently, but in the end Kraun still prepared breakfast for three people .

"Hey," Ryan leaned towards you and said, "Yesterday was quite intense, tsk, our innocent little guy has finally grown up, tell me, where did you meet this handsome guy? His eyes are so charming "You poked your fork into the fried egg, and looked at him with a smile on your face: "Shut up." "Stingy, I just want to ask you how it feels to be in front of the French windows." Ryan muttered , eat your breakfast quietly under your visible anger.

"What are you doing back here? You are still investigating at the suspension office, Hector." Ryan Lai asked on the sofa, you rolled your eyes, and Crohn next to him smiled and said, "Fengmian and I are on our honeymoon , Washington is the first stop." Ryan looked like he saw a ghost, and opened his mouth for a long time before finding the right words: "Oh, Hector, your speed is simply, almost faster than a spaceship! Two months My God! I really don't understand your young people's world, so it looks like I'll have to change my message to Stanley."

"What? You told Stanley?" You widened your eyes, and Ryan said strangely: "Why did you react so strongly? Isn't it normal to talk to your family members about such a big event? I guess he should call you now Inquire about the situation, prepare to report the good news, he will be crazy!" As soon as Ryan finished speaking, your cell phone rang - thanks to his Crow's mouth being Stanley's number, you glared at him, The latter spread his hands, with an expression of nothing to do with me, you took a deep breath and connected the phone: "Hello, Uncle Stanley."

"You're back, Hector."

"Yes." You replied softly.

"Set a time to go home and have a meal together that day. Everyone misses you very much." The old man paused and said, "Bring any of your friends too."

"……OK."

Ryan bluffed after you hung up the phone: "Oh, I'm meeting the parents, remember to button up your collar, dear Hector!" You finally kicked Ryan out of the room mercilessly, Kraun Watching the hippie-clad young man get on the motorcycle and go away on the window sill, he said seriously: "Does your friend have a problem with self-awareness? He looks younger than you."

You said absently: "He has always regarded himself as an elder, and he is used to it."

"Are you worried?" Kraun came over and pressed your shoulders. You rubbed the center of your brows, and your tone was a little tired: "It should be, but there is nothing to worry about." Kraun didn't speak, but you knew he wanted to What to say: Stanley could be the murderer.Although emotionally you insist that the truth will not be the case, but rationally judged, Crohn is probably right. How should you face Stanley?Is everything he did just because of the guilt he felt towards his friends?

Crohn bent down and kissed your forehead: "Relax, everything will end."

"I hope you're lying to me," you lowered your eyes and clenched your hands into fists, "Even if you were lying to me, I wouldn't hate you bastard any more, but if you weren't lying to me, I would, I would Lose everything."

"And me, Fengmian." Crohn could only repeat over and over again.

It took you a few days before you made up your mind to go to this grand banquet. Kraun always wanted to show you the documents directly, but you refused. Maybe you really "become a mother-in-law" like Kraun laughed, maybe.

You drive to Independence Avenue, and the lights of Washington DC in the evening are very different from the small town you lived in a few days ago-this is where you grew up, but at this moment you feel these burning neon lights so strange that Standing in front of the house that has been visited countless times, there is a feeling of being separated from the world.

You hesitated, and pressed the doorbell.A girl with shoulder-length blond hair opens the door and opens her arms to you with an exaggerated expression: "Ah! Hector! Come and give Anna a hug!" You smile and hug Anna vigorously: "I really want to You." Anna happily grabbed your arm and kissed your cheek: "Come in and eat, ah, this is the Crane that Dad said! Hello, my name is Anna, Hector's favorite My sister!" "Hello," Crohn clasped your left hand with a smile: "My name is Crohn, and I am Hector's lover." You pursed a faint smile, while Anna puffed up her cheeks in dissatisfaction. , pulling you towards the living room: "Come on, Albert is here! Dad! Hector is here!"

This is an ordinary family dinner. The lively Anna can't stop talking from the beginning to the end. In addition, she hasn't seen each other for a long time. The topics range from Milan Fashion Week to the diplomatic cooperation between the United States and Russia. I didn't bother to eat a few bites.Thanks to this canary, the atmosphere of this dinner will not be too rigid. You finish your meal absent-mindedly, and Stanley comes over and pats you on the shoulder, signaling you to come with him. You put down the knife and fork, and Kraun squeezes Thumb your fingers: "Hector." You shook your head and said softly: "It's okay." It will be okay, you clenched your hands.

"Sit." Stanley turned on the light in the study room, pulled out the chair and sat down, you closed the door, and heard Stanley's voice behind you: "Hector, what do you want to ask? The person who framed you, the former couple Heaven's assassination, or your father." Your movements froze, and you looked at the calm old man in front of you in disbelief.You thought that Stanley would defend himself before your showdown, and try to get rid of the relationship-you deduced everything in advance, every question, every answer, defending him for these inexplicable crimes, and even for thousands of involuntary crimes Reason, but he confessed so frankly, so frankly, that you felt your blood run cold, and all the carefully assembled words became a joke, as if you were rehearsing an absurd drama.Why, why are you not allowed to have even the slightest hope?Why must all illusions be broken?

"Why," you asked dryly, with despair in your calm voice at the moment: "Why did you admit it so easily?" Stanley looked up at you: "That boy with red eyes is Black Sparrow, he must have Told you everything—criminals are so bad, I saw him at the Robinson's, he took the bill."

You said: "Crown is not bad, he just told me the truth, but I have been unwilling to believe that it is you who are bad, did you have murderous intentions after the day Robinson invited us?" "You are very smart , Hector, is indeed the best detective," Stanley said: "Do you really think Robinson is as gentle as he appears? You must still remember what he showed you that afternoon. A few pieces of torn paper as my own lifeblood, so that I can keep threatening me—this kind of politician is so shameless, no different from a dog chasing carrion. At the beginning, I pressed the corruption investigation for him, and in exchange for him Keep silent about what you see, but this is a bottomless pit, and in order for him to remain silent forever, I... this is what he forced me to do."

"What about me? What about my father? Have we forced you? Why, not anyone but my father? Stanley, are all your compliments fake? Do you think he doesn't deserve these honors too? You also think that an Asian is not worthy to stand on the same land as you, so you ruled against this guy who dared to compete with you?"

Stanley was silent for a while, then said softly: "I'm sorry, I... never thought about it this way, Duan Heng is the best detective I have ever seen, and also the best friend, I will not praise hypocritically, I Knowing that my current honor and status are all stolen from your father... But since a thing has already started, there is no possibility of going back."

Can't look back, ha, it's a good reason, these are just the helpless actions of a kind person, all caused by the devil, so you bear what you shouldn't bear, you lose what you should have, it's all because he "can't look back "!"

You laugh out of nowhere as if you heard a ridiculous joke: "So you explain it all like this? Like this! You can ruin a family for your shitty career and reputation! Even if you're fucking retired , You have obtained the best of everything, and you are still clinging to the reputation bought with my father's blood? How long do you want to remain silent! You still want to step on my dead body to keep your epitaph forever noble, let God Always praise the loyalty and kindness of your filthy soul!" Your voice is almost hysterical, and you can't wait to punch his head right away, smashing his peaceful expression into a pool of blood, just like he did to you.

Stanley propped himself up, looking at you with cloudy blue eyes: "Hector, if you want to kill me, I won't complain, it's your right, haven't you been doing it for this moment all these years?" ?Even if my death doesn't change anything, but..."

"No, I won't do it," you said, "I'm not you, I don't want my past to repeat itself to Anna and Albert, they only have you as a family, killing you will only make them pay for your crimes The price, and," you smiled briefly: "death is just to help you escape from the quagmire of guilt, and it doesn't do the victim any good. Compared to this, I have a better idea: to keep you alive. Your bullshit reputation, status, and dignity are all smashed in front of your eyes. So, continue to carry your endless sins-no one will help you, dear teacher, and may you be happy for the rest of your life."

You slammed the door, your steps were a little unsteady, and you almost fell into the car: "Drive, hurry up." Kraun pulled down the rearview mirror, gripped the joystick, and stepped on the accelerator hard.

Crane almost flew you back, you searched desperately in the closet in the living room, and finally managed to dig out the medicine bottle that fell into the file gap.The hands you are used to holding a gun seem to be suffering from Alzheimer's disease at this moment. A large number of pills are shaking wildly like dice in your hands. You try hard to restrain yourself, but the tighter you hold your hands, until your nails are deeply embedded in your palms, It still can't stop these little discs from scattering from your hands, like flying glass shards, and you kneel on the floor, staring blankly at your empty hands.

Crane didn't bother to turn on the light, and nervously snatched the medicine bottle you were holding, and you looked up at him: "It's just some antidepressants, give me, Kraun, give me, I need it." Squat down halfway, shake the medicine bottle: "Fengmian, this is empty, the ground is cold, get up quickly." You said softly: "Empty? Ah...they are on the ground, help me pick them up, please, Please, okay? I'm going to die, Klauen, I'm going to die, I'm going to die without these things..." "Feng Mian, can you get up first? Feng Mian!" Klauen wants to hug you , you broke away from him and groped with your hands on the cold tiles, but these small pills kept slipping from your trembling hands again and again.

It's like the last straw on the camel's body. The calmness you've been holding on to finally collapses. You grab your hair and curl up, your protruding spine leans against the cabinet, and your body trembles uncontrollably.Crane pulls you up into his arms, but you push him away and stumble up the stairs, all the way to the bedroom, locking the door before Crane catches up to you.

"Lin Fengmian! Lin Fengmian! Open the door!" You ignored Crohn's anxious cry. The series of actions just now had exhausted your last bit of strength. Before you could take a few steps, your legs gave way and fell to the ground. Oxygen squeezed into shriveled lung lobes, I can't die yet, you think, I can't die yet, I still have to see my father.

Propping yourself up on your elbows, you pull out the second drawer of the bedside table. There are several family photos inside, a pair of hand-knitted gloves that Anna gave you at Christmas, Albert's original book, the medal awarded by Stanley, Ryan's Rock records, mother's tassel pendant...and father's gun.

Glock 21, the usual law enforcement gun, you take out the gun, pull the trigger with both hands, and put the cold body of the gun against your lips.You used it to kill someone for the first time, and you used it to guard your father's last dignity. Whenever you hold this gun, you will see your father, that silent and resolute man.He taught you reason and calmness, and made you a man from a boy. This gun accompanied you instead of your father, rose from a simple weapon to a spiritual symbol of yours, and supported you to go on. As a symbol of hatred, it is also the past. Shadow, you think you should say something to your father.

A: "I've done everything."

B: "I didn't finish everything."