Ninefold Deception and One Side Lie [Unlimited]

"You want to understand love, very good, you are asking the right person."

Big Boss Qi Mou sat on the chair, looking full of confidence.

The other three hesitated to speak.

When it comes to love, no matter who you ask for advice, it is better than asking for advice on fraud!

Qi Mou took the hand of the little mechanical dog and walked towards the huge fantasy city.

Bored on the road, the machine took out the bubble blower and spit out colorful bubbles from its mouth.

The transparent bubbles floated into groups and scattered into the distance.

Qi Mou asked, "Why do you like blowing bubbles?"

"M said it would make people happy." The machine blew bubbles hard, "People like it, children like it."

Qi Mou patted the back of the machine knowingly, and walked to a floating electronic tower above the city.

He had noticed this towering building a long time ago, standing outside the tallest tower wall, he could overlook the entire Paradox City.

Qi Mou was stepping on the pagoda bricks, standing in the wind, his black skirt and hair fluttering, with a smile on his lips, pointing his fingers at the people in the city.

The machine was puzzled: "What happened to them?"

"The love you're looking for is right there." Qi Mou withdrew his hand, gently covering his forehead with his left hand.

The artificial colored light in Paranoid City is still too dazzling, and it hurts the eyes after staring at it for a long time.

Several other people also stood up, standing on the top of the electronic tower, adding a silhouette to the city.

The machine hesitated: "I have their mental data in my hand, but I have never read love."

"This is something that no amount of accurate data can define." Qi Mou tapped the head of the machine, "You can point to these people as you like, and I'll let you see them at will."

If the living are carrying heavy loads in a foreign country, will there be no love in their hearts?

Machine: "Anyone can?"

To be on the safe side, Qi Mou didn't boast, but said, "Pick what you're interested in."

The robot has good eyesight and has just learned surprises, so it is sure to spot special people.

Mechanically turned around, not looking at the crowd, but pointing at Qi Mou: "You."

Qi Mou suddenly broke into a smile: "Me?"

Ji Ji: "You said that I asked the right person, so that means you have it too, doesn't it?"

This guy is so smart, it looks like M is the fool and treats people like fools.

Love is very difficult for Qi Mou, his thoughts are deep, his emotions and anger are like floating clouds, and neither love nor hatred can draw a clear outline.

Qi Mou is a deceitful person, deceiving others and himself.

Naturally, he wouldn't say these empty words to the machine, so he just raised his jaw and watched the drama: "You tell me."

The drama named was super surprised: "Me? What do I love? I don't even love Xiao Jiu. I have been a widow for many years, and the so-called beautiful Xiao Ling is still waiting for me on the road in the future."

"You have some, play." Qi Mou squinted his eyes and raised his head.

Juju laughed for a long time before slowly nodding, his brows and eyes slightly drooping halfway: "Maybe I have it."

The Mechanic sat by the tower, staring up at the drama, waiting for him to finish.

"I love my hometown, doesn't it sound empty?" The drama folded its arms and looked into the distance, its gaze had already passed the city of fantasy, and was staring at the invisible distant sky, "The ballads of my hometown are unforgettable in my life, It's low and sweet, and that's what you call exotic. I lived in a place that was very windy and sandy, but it supported interesting people."

When a traveler is tired in a foreign country, he always thinks of his hometown.In the distant and unknown hometown, is there anyone waiting for him to return home?

The machine took out the bottle by itself and collected the data of the inner fluctuations in the drama at this time.

red gas.

"I went to M for the purpose of going back." Drama turned his head sideways, his long hair fluttered against his face by the wind, "I heard that he has that kind of prop. It can lead to all directions and travel back and forth."

The machine nodded: "Yes, he has. I don't know the meaning of hometown to people, but to me, maybe it is the meaning of M to me? I understand."

Who can not be nostalgic for the beautiful birthplace?

But the love of hometown is not enough to recognize the love of machines.

The machine said again: "Next."

This is also consciously called?

Qi Mou's eyes wandered: "Next..." He lightly pushed Yan Bushi's back.

Yan Bushi: "?"

"It's time to promote friendship with teammates, come on." Qi Mou narrowed his eyes, looking like he was waiting to hear.

Yan Bushi resisted a little, pursed his lips for a long time, pointed at Qi Mou: "You guys, go."

"If there is anything shameful, don't let others listen." Qi Mou reluctantly took two steps and stood on the other side of the tower.

Drama and Si Si walked over and seemed to be kicked out.

Qi Mou hugged the tower pillar and looked back secretly, the drama also piled up, crushing him half to death.

Yan Bushi at the other end noticed it and glared over.

Was discovered.

Qi Mou had no choice but to go to the side of the tower honestly, sit down and look at it from a distance.

But the play secretly detoured from behind Yan Bushi, looking like watching a play while eating melons at close range.

Mechanical: "You're lying, so I can do a simple test?"

Yan Bushi didn't care about this: "It's up to you."

The two mechanical hands turned into electronic cards, with a word on each side, which are [refute] and [agree].

Yan Bushi raised his eyes, and the opening remark was: "I have nothing to love."

The machine held up the [Rebuttal] sign.

Yan Bushi spat at him and continued, "How did I become a lie? Oh, it's nature."

"Whether it's unconscious or conscious." Yan Bushi raised his face slightly, and tapped his legs with his fingers, "To me, it's all lies, I like it very much."

【refute】

"I'm in that group." Yan Buzhi bowed his head and smiled mockingly, "The most normal group of people who came here inexplicably in the middle of their lives in the original world, don't miss the past, don't remember memories."

There is no sign on the machine.

"What can you do in Bafang City? It seems like that."

"Many people can't find their purpose. I think it doesn't matter, just love yourself."

The machine raised it in a rare way [agreeing].

"But if..." Yan Bushi paused, "If someone tells you, you can..."

This meal is half a day without asking.

The drama is waiting to be scratched.

The machine speculates based on the context: "Can you love more than yourself? Can you love more than yourself?"

Yan Bushi covered the machine's mouth, and pushed him against the tower pillar: "It's over."

"I didn't speak from my mouth." The machine whose mouth was covered said.

"Did Qi Mou tell you?" Juju suddenly said.

"No. It's not."

But the machine inexplicably raised [Rebuttal].

"What are you doing here?" Yan Bushi frowned, staring hard at the drama.

Drama sighed: "Hey, do you know what I regret most? I'm afraid I won't be able to eat happy candy before I leave... Uh, don't fight." He ran away.

The machine muttered thoughtfully: "Love yourself...love others..."

The emotional data was transmitted into his brain and processed at high speed.

Here, Yan Bushi knocked Juju to the corner of the steeple, and Juju had to turn around and shout: "Qi Mou! It's your turn! Ugh!"

Si Si sat blankly on the ground inside the tower, holding his hands, like a criminal dog waiting for arraignment.

"Aren't you full yet?" Qi Mou jumped into the tower stepping on Si Si's shoulder, walked over, and stared down at the machine, "It's really greedy."

Blinking mechanically: "This kind of words sounds a little bad, it's best not to tell me. Well, I want to know your love, I can feel it, it's very complicated."

Day and night in Wonderful City are controlled manually, and it is already late at night.

This is a brightly lit night city.

Qi Mou's expression was much ambiguous by the shadows and the dim light, and it was not clear whether it was a human or a ghost at first glance.

He is a very emotional person.It's just that those feelings are like poisonous flowers and plants in the mud. When they grow wildly, they are also buried and sunk deep in their hearts.

Love, he never mentioned it.

But when it is the turn to confess, there is no shame.

"Love is very broad and detailed. It can also be called □□ if it can shake my heart." Qi Mou rested his chin and thought for a while. I will cry and cry for them, but those people are not the driving force behind me."

The machine held up the [Approve] sign.

"Whether you can see it or not, I am actually very emotional." Qi Mou raised half of his eyebrows, "I have likes and dislikes. I love to be close to relatives from the past, and I also like to tease them. I miss the evening breeze by the river, I want to see my hometown that disappeared, and I also like to have a good sleep in Bafangcheng Drama House."

"These living people, those dead people. Maybe I don't care that much, but when it comes to love, I think I have it."

When Qi Mou said this, the corners of his eyes curled into a smile: "Otherwise, why would I come here and want to be M's colleague?"

[agree]

The machine worked hard to eat the emotional data, and said: "But I think you never talk about your mood."

"No need, no need. Even if you are yourself, you don't need to think about it all day long."

Qi Mou's mental activities are indeed pitifully small, because he hides his emotions very deeply, and just holds on to his beliefs and walks on.

"That's it? We haven't finished digging yet." Juju sneaked up, and lay on Qi Mou's shoulder from behind, wrapping his arms around his neck.

Qi Mou was taken away for a while, and turned his head to stare at the drama with squinted eyes.

The play is scared: "You are the same as Yan Ge looked at me just now."

Qi Mou looked at the dissatisfied bottle: "I'm done, I haven't fed him yet."

"What's your favorite color?" Drama asked quickly.

Qi Mou replied in seconds: "Black."

The mechanical sign [agrees].

"Best height."

"188." His own height, this flirt.

[agree]

"Yogurt or sweetened milk?"

"yogurt."

[agree]

"A beauty is still a handsome guy."

"Of course he's handsome."

[agree]

"Weak 0 or strong 0."

"I like the sense of common discourse, strong."

[agree]

"Favorite play."

"x...n...x...r." Qi Mou said four words, the beginning syllables were biting harder, and the rest could hardly be heard clearly.

Juju's eyes widened: "What humiliation, can you say the second word again?"

Qi Mou repeated generously: "n..."

"u."

"You're terrible!" Juju shouted, looking left and right, making sure that only he heard it.

"I won't really do such a thing." Qi Mou spread his hands, his face remained unchanged, and he didn't mean to be ashamed of those words at all, "At least I'm not interested in you."

Mechanically said weakly: "I agree..."

"Princess or knight?"

"Then of course I still choose the male."

Qi Mou replied super honestly.

Drama strikes while the iron is hot, and asks quickly: "Si Si or Yan Buzhi?"

"What are you thinking?" Qi Mou rolled his eyelids, he knew about drama, "Go to sleep."

Drama eagerly pretended to be a playwright and asked, "Then, I still don't know Yan?"

Qi Mou held Juju's hand, raised it to his heart, and looked at each other affectionately: "You."

"Really?" Drama said in a sisterly tone.

The machine silently raised the [Rebuttal] sign, and said seriously: "Fake."

Qi Mou didn't talk to others, stood up, stepped on the steps of the tower, and was about to leave: "Machine, who else do you want to know?"

Before the machine could open its mouth, Ju Jue rushed to Qi Mou's ear and asked another sentence softly and contagiously.

Qi Mou instinctively answered.

After answering, he immediately slapped himself sharply on the left cheek, and then slowly turned his eyes to the drama with resentment.

There was a loud snap, very crisp.

Qi Mou has never been slapped in the face in his life, and now Jun has his own palm print on his face, which is quite red, matching his white skin.

Drama laughed loudly: "Happy Candy, Happy Birthday... Uh, don't hit me!" This little naughty spirit ran away again.

Qi Mou knew that the love in their hearts was not what the machine wanted.

What the machine wants to know is——

Is the emotion of a string of data really just a delusion?

The author has something to say: 1. I like to stay up late these days, and I may fall in the early morning.

2. A is a column for setting up maps and guiding the way for Aifa people.

3. There is a surprise in the pre-collection of "The Grand Show" next door.

4. One last statement: everyone's plot and outline are pre-determined, Si Si will basically not leave the team, and the proportion of roles will not change.The main CP does have a fate that requires them to go, and the next copy of their past is expected to be released in two or three days.In order not to affect the update, the comments may not be read again in the future.