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

"Sir, my kitten is lost...can you find it for me? He is my important friend, I can't live without him..." The little blond girl clutches the corner of your clothes tightly, Sobbing.After you understood the situation, you comforted her gently and kept promising that you would find her precious kitten—not even a single cat hair was missing, so the little girl reluctantly agreed to go home.

You draw the kitten described by the little girl on the paper: "A black cat with eyes the color of summer lawn, with a red bow tie around its neck..." You can't help but sigh that this is really a gentleman cat, Klaue Then he highly praised your drawing skills: "This kitten looks like it is about to jump out of the paper." You accept his kind words calmly: "Get to work, how about buying a soda first?"

This kind of trivial work does not require any skills, just enough time and patience. You can find the gentleman cat by taking a walk. After walking five streets and eight intersections (by the way, a box of French desserts and two a specialty crepe), from noon to sunset, you finally found it next to a car.

Kraun poked you with his elbow, pulling your attention away from the hot dog: "Feng Mian, do you think that is a gentleman cat?" You followed his direction and saw a black car parked under a tree , there is a black shadow under the chassis.As soon as you see the looming red bow tie, you make up your mind: "He is right, but... why does he look a little fat?" Crane shrugged: "I have eaten too many sweets."

You squatted next to the car and lured the kitten with the hot dog in your hand. After your patience, the hungry gentleman cat was successfully bought by a hot dog, and it meowed softly in your arms.

Crane seemed a bit unbelievable: "You really have an animal relationship, I thought you would be a mammalian insulator." Your answer is to throw the gentleman cat on Kraun, and happily admire his flustered appearance: " This car parked illegally, please take care of this mammal while I issue a ticket."

You tore off the ticket, leaned over to clip it on the windshield wipers, glanced at the car window inadvertently, and found something familiar—a black holed gun pointing at you in the reflection of the car window, and you couldn’t help sighing One sound.

For God's sake, you really just want to do your job as a cop in peace, really.

You turn around and walk towards Kraun, who is hugging the gentleman cat in an awkward position, and he smiles at you: "Okay? Then let's go to dinner, I have prepared a new dessert." You are a little helpless Said: "Maybe our dinner will be postponed." "What's wrong? What happened..." Crane's voice stopped abruptly with a dull gunshot, you pulled out the gun and yelled at Crane: "run!"

You plunge into the dark alley between residential buildings like an arrow from the string, the bullet almost bites your heel, and the gravel is like small waves splashing on the water.

You nimbly jump over muddy puddles, turn over stinky trash cans, and jump briskly in the hail of bullets-this is not the home field of snipers, you don't bother to compare marksmanship with them, you just need to use the terrain and darkness to impress the enemies behind you. Chasers create a little trouble.

Soon you ran to the end of the alley, suddenly several people stopped you, you stopped suddenly, several guns aimed at your chest: "Hand over the things!" "Things?" You inexplicably Repeat: "What, that cat just now? I'm sorry, I didn't know that was Mr. Corleone's baby, and he isn't actually gray and white..."

"Don't play dumb! There is a file in the congressman's safe, you took it away!" The leader said viciously, pretending to shoot, you raised your eyebrows, and before you answered, the people in front of you were shot one after another. down.

"Let's go." Kraun loosened his collar, turned around and ran away in an unusually chic manner.You dealt with several chasing soldiers with your backhand, followed Croun closely and asked, "Where's the cat?" Crane said lightly, "That fat cat, I just threw it back to his own home."

"You are really free!" You yelled while running at high speed: "Is your head full of fat? You don't run when you are so free, and you come back stupidly!" "Friends want to share life and death together, I Dear Fengmian!" He said exaggeratedly in an aria-like tone, and once again you felt the cracking of your calm expression.

"Honey, concentrate on it." Klauen embraced you and dodged the roaring bullets beautifully. It is estimated that the eyes of the people behind were red-eyed, and they didn't even bother to install the silencer.Crohn pulls you to run wildly all the way, the surrounding scenery and neon lights become a surging river of color, the pulse beats crazily on your eardrums, only Crohn's laughter is particularly clear: "Hold on to the gang The drinking guy is fine, until then, enjoy the adrenaline rush of the escape!"

Is he crazy?The figure of the man is blurred by physiological tears, you try to focus your eyes on the black shadow in front of you, suddenly a vague idea pops up, and then disappears quickly, like a fleeting smile.what is itYou struggled to grasp it, but this delicate effort was interrupted at once.

"Wind Mian!" The bullet grazed your arm, bringing a burning pain, but even more painful was the back of your head—Klauen was too heavy.

"Get up...the sheriff is here." You looked dizzily at the noisy crowd in the distance, and pushed the person lying on top of you.Crohn snorted, rubbing his head against your neck, his voice was a little hoarse: "Don't move, my arm is injured." You said in a panic: "You were shot? Just don't move, I will immediately Call the doctor!" "No, don't move, I'll get up first." Kraun slowly propped up his body, his black hair scattered on the side of his face, you looked at him nervously, but froze for a moment.

"You've been lied to!" Crone laughed, his eyes sparkling: "Honey, you look so helpless!" You didn't speak, no matter if you were angry or ashamed, you just stared at him deeply Eyes—a brilliant blood red, a color so familiar to you that you once compared it to the precious pigeon's blood.

You successfully grasped that idea, the bird mark that you have seen thousands of times overlaps with the man in front of you, with black wings and red eyes, Crane, Kraun, it turned out to be a crow, this arrogance The extreme guy just stands in front of you majestically, and he doesn't even bother to have a decent pseudonym.

"Black Sparrow," you whispered, "Have you played enough?"

Crone—or Heique was stunned for a moment, and sighed belatedly: "The contact lens fell off." You pursed your lips, even in such an ambiguous atmosphere, you only felt a chill, Heique With a cynical smile on your face, you asked, "Won't you look for me, poor man, Mr. Detective?" You said coldly, "I'm afraid your contact lenses are not for vision correction."

But you finally pulled up the wounded black bird, and he leaned his whole body on you carelessly: "Honey, don't be so defensive, relax, relax, I don't have any weapons - and I'm still a wounded person." You didn't You are not in the mood to respond to his teasing.

"What's your name, Crone, or John?"

"I don't have a name, you can call me whatever you want—of course I don't mind you calling me dear." Heique said briskly, "Smile, Fengmian, you shouldn't be so excited to meet your idol now." Excited? You look like you're at a funeral."

You looked at him with complicated eyes: "Go and bandage first, and I will talk to you later."

The author has something to say:

The domineering robber fell in love with me_(°:з」∠)_ but I don’t know who the little angel in this collection is, so here’s a big one~ The manuscript box has already stored the end-of-the-world chapters, to be honest, I’m writing fantasy Even better, you will never let the little angel down ~ Bixin