Artificial Intelligence and Human Intellectual Disability

"It didn't hit, it seems to be on the side of the flower bed..."

"Elbows, relax here... you're aiming well, don't hit too hard, like pressing a scalpel into your skin... good, pay attention to the recoil..."

Piu~ With a soft sound, the simulated projectile hit the target and burst into a puddle of berry-red mucus that stuck to the clean octopus's forehead.

The one-eyed octopus turned up, and with a ball of blood red on it, it wailed: "Ahh, the baby has been shot, the baby is going to die, doctor help me, blah blah—"

The blue light all over its body trembled into ripples, its eight legs flicked in place but it didn't dare to run away, and then turned on the self-cleaning function to wipe off the fake blood on its head.

"Clear the level! My husband is a sharpshooter!" Bai Yang praised without hesitation, and gave him a kiss. "The difficulty of the next level will increase. Let's try moving the target. The target can only move left and right, and the speed does not exceed 5. Come again!"

Shen Ye said he wanted to learn how to shoot a gun, so Bai Yang found a lightweight D700 and taught him how to use the simulated ammunition.

This gun looks small and light, but its power is not bad. If it is replaced with a live ammunition, I am afraid that the fragments of the cleaning octopus will have to go to the beach to find it slowly with a magnifying glass.

"It's too difficult to move the target, it's like operating on a rolling patient..."

Shen Ye aimed for a long time but couldn't find the most suitable moment, so he simply pulled the trigger according to his feeling, piu~ the melon-eating audience lay innocently on the gun.

Woolf raised his mucus-smeared front paw, chirping and chirping to express his dissatisfaction, and the octopus quickly slid over to help him clean it.Woolf tentatively licked his paw, and it turned out to be very sweet. The fake blood is actually artificial syrup, and there are different colors.

"The important thing is to predict." Bai Yang wrapped Shen Ye from behind, stretched his long arms to hold his hand holding the gun, "breathe slowly, yes... it's coming, hold your breath... bang! bang bang bang!"

As the onomatopoeia exploded between Bai Yang's lips, the simulated bullets hit the face of the panning octopus one after another, hitting several times!

The entire window of the octopus was covered, and the one-eyed maniac burst into tears and couldn't wash away the obstruction in his vision, so he spun around in a hurry: "Ahhh, the baby has been shot, help, doctor, help—"

Woolf jumped forward, hissing and licking the syrup on the octopus's face, and waited for him to wipe it off before revealing the pitiful appearance of the octopus being drowned by his own tears.

Shen Ye turned his head and asked curiously: "You seem to hate that little thing? Why did you buy it back when you didn't like it?"

In fact, Shen Ye felt that cleaning the octopus was quite useful, although Bai Yang didn't allow it to enter the room at first, and only kept cleaning the courtyard, it did clean it very well.

A rural youth like Shen Ye who is not used to being accompanied by artificial intelligence since childhood, once there is an extra "living creature" around him, he will treat it as alive, especially in the shape of a human or animal.

Even the octopus's small milk voice and simulated tears, in his view, are living emotions, which can be cute or unbearable.

"I didn't buy it, it comes with this villa." Bai Yang still cast a hostile glance at the octopus, and dropped the whole pack of dummy bombs to Shen Ye, "Don't worry, practice slowly, here are a thousand rounds, colorful ones. !"

The octopus was so licked by Woolf that it didn't dare to move, and the burrs burst out from the light waves all over its body.

Bai Yang turned to answer the communication.

Shen Ye seemed to catch something wrong, something that he had been ignoring all this time.

He got up and went to the yard, squatted down, picked up the octopus and flipped it upside down. The sign on the bottom of the smart cleaning machine was the logo of a big company. It belonged to the largest cleaning machine manufacturer in the alliance, and Russell was the actual controlling shareholder. family!

Shen Ye put the little octopus down gently. Now he understands why Bai Yang turned off its network interaction function. This yard is regarded as a first-class private house in Yahua City, but Bai Yang never uses the smart home system. The most high-tech appliances at home are only cooking Machines and cleaning machines, air conditioning and heating are always turned on manually after people get home, there is no remote control...

"What do you call me?" Shen Ye lowered his head and asked the little octopus.

The little octopus blinked one eye, innocent and timid: "Doctor Shen."

It called Shen Ye like this from the beginning, and it seemed to be no problem. In the initial settings, his face was called "Doctor Shen", which is the same as "Mr. Li", "Good Master", and "Dear".

But just now, when the little octopus called for help, it called Shen Ye "doctor". Low-level intelligence would not change the name of its owner casually, unless Shen Ye's information in its program indicated that he was a doctor.

If you are injured and ask a doctor for help, its program logic can calculate this conclusion.

However, it always repeats those few sentences when it speaks normally. It doesn't look very smart, and its cute appearance is also very confusing.

When buying a house, a cleaning machine is forced into it, with the personal information of the residents. This guy also likes to poke his head at the door and eavesdrop on the owner's words... It's hard for people to think about the good, and the pie from the sky will really choke to death.

The pure white rose jumped into Shen Ye's sight again, what exactly did the Russell family want to do by interfering with it?

Maybe he should use his identity as the dean of Chunhui Welfare Institute to meet that special leaf.

Bai Yang hung up the communication with a cold expression on his face: "The murderer who attacked Nuka lost his bullets before he was arrested. It's a garbage dump, and it's hard to find his hidden things. He must be trying to hide important clues." .Gao Zhan led the people to rummage through the waste all day, digging out the bullets from the soil and the iron sheet.”

Bai Yang paused: "That's the 9mm bullet that was eliminated during the armament upgrade a few years ago. In theory, it should be destroyed centrally by the hive."

"Sure enough, it has something to do with the Vahari family!"

Nuka was attacked as soon as he showed up, indicating that the person who sold the goods to Janet was also fishing for the purpose of killing people, but he did not expect that there were special police ambushing and baited with bodyguards.

Shen Ye asked: "The killer is also a member of the hive?"

Bai Yang shook his head: "But he has service experience and was dismissed for violating discipline."

"So from being loyal to the Alliance to being loyal to Vahari?"

"It's possible."

Shen Ye was still worried: "He will definitely not admit it."

~~~

The murder weapon is found, and the killer cannot be denied.

"I admit that I wanted to kill that little girl. She said that her sister would talk to her all the time. I was afraid that she would go out and talk nonsense about my business."

The man looks ordinary, with a small head, which may be set off by his thick arms and broad shoulders, and the proportion of his head and body is not coordinated.

"Sir, I didn't really kill her. I confessed everything I should. Can you give me a lighter punishment? I still have a wife and children to support at home. My daughter is about to enter college, and my son is only four years old. Mom is waiting for me to save money for a kidney replacement, one side just got replaced last year and the other side broke this year..."

"Impulse is the devil. I just can't control myself when my head is hot. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been fired before. I was quite wronged about it... Selling medicine is even more helpless. I tried to mine, and I was exhausted. Said, there is no way to feed a family..."

"The guns and bullets are bought from the black market. How do I know who the seller is? There are rules in our business, we don't care about it, and we pay for the goods."

The criminal interrogation police officer seized the loophole and asked: "Since your black market rules protect both parties and you don't know each other, why do you think that the drug buyer has something to do with you? Are you afraid that she will go out and say something about you?"

"I don't know! But her tone, it's very annoying to keep the price down!" The man writhed uncomfortably in the chair, "To be honest, I know that the original buyer was Janet, the one who committed suicide, she She has become famous recently, and it would be no good to have a relationship with her, the police are staring at her, can I not worry? The more low-key we are, the safer we are, and we are most afraid of being famous!"

Interrogation officer: "Do you know Janet Quinn?"

"I saw her during the transaction. She was wearing a mask. Of course I didn't know her at that time... Later, the news of her suicide was everywhere on the Internet, she died of a drug overdose, and there were photos of the corpses by the lake, hairstyles, clothes... She wouldn't just That piece of clothing? The hair is too dirty! Is her teacher blind when she thinks about it?"

The interrogation police officer rolled his eyes and reminded him not to go too far.

"Oh, and she hasn't contacted me since then, so I guess she must be right."

The man was only willing to admit his intention to murder, and the rest pretended to be stupid and refused to provide any clues, so he played Tai Chi with the criminal interrogation police all night.

In the early morning of the next day, the interrogation police officer changed a wave and cut straight to the point: "The police searched your home and your car, and found a hair from a gap in the carpet in the car. It was identified as belonging to Janet Quinn."

The man woke up suddenly from his sleepiness, half yawned and his face froze.He didn't deny it immediately, his eyes flickered as if he was struggling with something, and his face showed a look of fear.

Then, the criminal interrogation police officer took out another evidence bag, and it could be seen that there was a piece of clothing in the bag: "I found it in your toolbox, and Janet's biological traces were found on it, can you explain it?"

The man turned pale with fright, opened and closed his lips several times, and stared at the woolen jacket vigorously, as if he had some indescribable feelings for this dead thing.

In the eyes of the interrogation police officers, their interrogation should be coming to an end, and usually this is the expression of the suspect's psychological defense collapsed.

So they waited in silence, and even graciously agreed to the suspect's request for a cigarette.

The man finished his cigarette slowly and turned off the spark: "Janet Quinn, I killed it."