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"Director?"

"Director!!" After a few calls and no response, the girl slapped her palm on the tea table, startling the next seat.

"Stupid, why are you so loud, I don't know this is a theater, is the person who designed you as stupid as your hair color?" The man on one side watched the play attentively and was a little angry.

"Director, I have some doubts and questions that I want to understand."

"No, now you are not allowed to speak out except for applauding, others like you are very troubled, watch the play well, this is the quintessence of the country." The man took a sip of tea, didn't look back at her, and focused on the stage.

"But Director, I really have a lot of questions, and if I don't understand them clearly, I can't make plans for the future. And you're not Chinese. The girl persistently asked.

"Can there be any questions you don't know? Aren't you RAI (Artificial Intelligence), if you have any questions, rummag through the information in your green-haired head, and then think, and then you will come up with the answer, so now shut up and watch the show! Although the man said this, he had an indifferent expression on his face.

The two of them said a word, completely ignoring the audience, but they didn't know that several pairs of critical eyes were staring at them behind them, the appearance of the two was already very eye-catching, plus the position in the front row, they didn't know how to speak quietly, too high-profile, not to mention others, the actors on the stage could hear clearly.

As soon as the two entered the garden, they became the focus of everyone's eyes, the man was very tall, the black ear-skimming hair was a little messy, the angular face hung some scum, the boots jacket was a long black trench coat, the brown eyes looked around casually, the whole person exuded a lazy atmosphere, and the girl on the side was not with him at all, a warm green long hair tied into a double ponytail hanging down the ears, a small face that was not enough to palms, a pair of bright eyes, only to the height of the man's shoulders, a sky blue long skirt, very sunny and lovely, The two walked together very clearly. As soon as you enter, there was a private discussion.

"These two are also here to see the play? It's so strange to look at, today's children are really different! ”

"You know a basket, this is called cosplay, it's just role-playing, deliberately dressed like that, just like a theater actor on stage."

"In this way, that uncle, he is also a button?"

"It's not like, this uncle should be with a child." A person came to talk, and after some discussion, a "single father wants to use the quintessence of the country to cultivate a lost daughter who is addicted to fiction." The story is fresh.

As soon as the "Golden Hairpin" was over, the girl was still asking, he drank tea and looked at her with interest.

"How many people know you're RAI?" The man put down his teacup and squinted at the girl in the next seat.

“RAI？ Director, you may be a little misunderstood, but I am just an intelligent AI, not RAI, which is a product of international prohibition. The reason why I am asking questions and doubts is within the system settings, and I need this information to prepare for the next operation. The girl sat up and answered the question earnestly.

The man looked at her for a moment, "It's only been ten years, and it's changed so much, even you—" He sighed and asked, "Do you know who you are now, who I am?" ”

The moment the man finished speaking, a bunch of codes flashed in the girl's eyes. "Ayano Kazehoru, intelligent AI, set age: 18 years old, alchemy, old descendant, inheritor of the memory fragment of the dead Hotaru Moon, "Pure Realm" Dreamless Guardian Spirit, Height: 165..."

"Alright." The man interrupted his mechanical reply, "Do you still recognize me?" ”

Feng Ying blinked, "In the database, your information version, except for nationality, name and position, the others are garbled characters, Japanese, Director Qiusai, so please fill in the personal information to me first, we are partners now, the more comprehensive the information, the faster our task will be completed." Feng Ying leaned against the table, staring up at him, Qiu Zhai seemed to be out of interest, and beckoned to the side to serve tea and pour water.

"They still do things so unsparingly, my information will not be useful to you, you don't need to know, just exclude me from your plan, don't ask any more questions about me, in exchange for me answering your other questions, no." Qiu Zhai took off his trench coat and took a sip of the hot tea that had just been poured.

Feng Hotaru seemed to think about it for a moment and nodded. "Okay director, I want to ask why the university went to such lengths to recall you from Cairo, but only asked you to come to China with me to interview new students? This shouldn't be our job, it is rumored that you inherited the memories of the mausoleum keepers, if it is true, how can you just serve as a teaching director? It's just..."

"Ahem, I said don't ask questions about me, but since I'm involved with you, it's good to let you know your mission, this is not a conspiracy of the admissions office, and we are not here for an interview, the new sparks have already been selected, and we are only responsible for letting them arrive at "Lost" safely and securely, uh... It seems to be the job of the admissions office, but it doesn't matter, just obey the order, right, little girl. The next scene is still being prepared, and Qiu Zhai shakes his legs in boredom, which also gives him time to answer Hotaru Yue's question.

"It's just... It's such a simple task, but I really feel that it is not only like this, I am the most comprehensive and detailed database of the school, they can't send me to you just to help you remember the names and addresses of new students, right? Feng Hotaru said.

"Feelings? You say, feel. Qiu Yue smiled very meaningfully, "An AI talks to me about feelings?" I wonder what those old guys are trying to do with you sending you to me like this, to spy on me? ”

"No, my maker has installed the tightest autonomous defense system for me, and no one but him can crack it, anyone."

"Anyone, ha, okay." Qiu Zhai took the teacup and made a toast, "Come, to your maker." After saying that, he drank it all. Feng Ying looked at him puzzled, and then learned to drink the tea in the cup.

Above the open-air theater, the sky was overcast, and a sound of breaking could be heard in the distance.

"Click~"

The curtain is opened, the props on the stage are arranged, and a plaque of mirrors is hung on the table, which is an excerpt from the Henan opera "Qin Xianglian".

Qiu Zhai didn't greet the tea again, nor did he watch the drama on the stage, looking at the tea leaves at the bottom of the cup. "Director?" Listening to his lecture just now, Feng Ying's voice this time was very small, almost close to his ears. Qiu Zhai looked back at her with a questioning expression.

"Director, I don't want to disturb your appreciation of the quintessence of the country, but we don't have a lot of time, don't we carry out the task first?" Feng Ying's voice was too quiet, and Qiu Zhai almost looked at her mouth shape.

"We're on a mission, but now it seems that our freshmen aren't ready for the interview, I don't like to watch this trial scene, you keep it, let me go and see our top card." Qiu Zhai picked up his windbreaker and got up to leave, but was pulled by Feng Firefly.

"You mean there's a new student here too? And you say our top card? But I don't have a headcard in my personnel list and I don't have the address here, so what are the Egyptians sending you here for? Feng Hotaru's eyes became sharp, and she clutched Qiu Sai's arm tightly.

Qiu Zhai chuckled and looked at her, "Is this what the system controls you said?" Or is it someone else who is talking to me now? ”

"Don't say these strange things, everyone knows that it is impossible for the Egyptian gang to let you go, these ten years are enough to change a person, no matter who it is, come back at this time, what is your purpose?" After speaking, Feng Hotaru paused, "These are all Elder's problems..."

Qiu Zhai sat down again, turned to face her, "I came back because the principal wanted me to come back, I wanted to leave, no one could keep it, as for the new students, there are two lists, you do things for the school, I work for the principal, you have too many questions, I don't have time to answer them one by one, when I worked for "Lost", they didn't know where to hide." Qiu Zhai put away his smile, and his tone was a little stiff.

Feng Hotaru let go of her hand and didn't look at him, "I'm sorry, Director, I didn't mean to offend you, I just followed the procedure..."

"It's okay, those guys are too cautious, only a machine like you can make them trust." Qiu Zhai looked at her lowered eyes and chuckled and said, "By the way, Feng Firefly, did they tell you how your self-destruct system was triggered?" ”

"Self-destruct?" Feng Hotaru shook her head, "No, I never knew there was such a program. ”

"Well, let me tell you, it's right in the first spine at the back of your neck, and don't forget it when it counts."

Feng Hotaru showed a surprised expression, this was something that even she had never been told, she put her hand behind her head and wanted to touch it, but was grabbed by Qiu Zhai.

"An AI shouldn't have such a strong curiosity." Qiu Zhai let go of his hand and got up to leave, this time Feng Hotaru just looked at his back, as if thinking about something, and a voice suddenly came.

"Don't touch it until you have to." She didn't see Qiu Zhai speak, but she did hear this voice, and his figure in the distance was gone, leaving only a full crowd of actors.

The gongs and drums on the stage were noisy, the opera was full of sound, and the audience applauded again and again, so it was not lively. Feng Ying, who was in the front row, was not rendered at all, she blocked her hearing and closed her eyes.

After this scene, Feng Ying reopened her eyes, she was still the same person before, and there was no change.

Xingcheng Park is located in the riverside of the new district, although the scale is not large, the entertainment facilities are readily available, the scenery is also unique, it is a rare clean in this downtown city, and it has become the signboard coordinates of Xingcheng at the beginning of its completion, so that few people come to this park, the city is too busy, everyone is.

It was already noon, in front of the east gate of the park, a Japanese man was sitting on the ground with his collar pulled and a trench coat, drinking soda while looking at the map, and not forgetting to speak fluent Chinese and cursing, complaining about the scorching weather in the south. For a "somewhat old" road idiot like Qiu Zhai, it is really difficult to find someone in a strange city, but fortunately, the principal gave him a detailed address, although there are many detours, it can be found with a little effort.

"Xingcheng No. 2 High School? Aha, the top card, I'm looking forward to it. After marking the location on the map, Qiu Zhai got up and patted his buttocks, bought a pack of cigarettes at the roadside newsstand, and did not forget to send the finished beverage cans to the sorted garbage cans, and then whistled towards the destination.

"Whose clothes are here, I'll throw them away as garbage if you don't come." In front of the park gate, the cleaning aunt shouted with a black windbreaker in her hand, and when she saw that no one claimed it, she was about to throw it into the garbage truck, and was walking back, but was stopped by a green-haired girl.

"I'm sorry, Auntie, this dress was dropped here by our director, he has a bad memory, and he lost everything, causing you trouble." Feng Ying looked at Aunt Cleaning with an apologetic expression.

"Ouch, such an adult, you can still lose your clothes, and what about the director, such a bad memory, that is, honest people like us are still here to help find it, and others will throw it away to you directly." The aunt complained a few words and handed over the clothes to Feng Ying.

"Yes, yes, you are right, I will educate him well when I go back." After thanking me a few more times and listening to a few complaints, Auntie finally left, Feng Ying looked at the windbreaker in her hand and stopped for a moment, and then ran in the direction of Qiu Zhai.