Massachusetts Institute of Technology Computer Science and Artificial Intelligence Laboratory.

The campus is brightly lit at night.

This is the forefront of computer technology and artificial intelligence applications, and the research is on topics that ordinary people cannot imagine.

Professor Rogers made a cup of coffee and rubbed his eyes, his recent exchanges with other labs in the field had given him a rare sense of urgency, especially with the research on the simulated brain on the side of Kazukoku, which seemed to have opened up a new path of artificial intelligence.

He's going to have to work harder.

During the break, Professor Rogers glanced at the screen casually.

I don't know if I don't look at it, but when I look at it, he is so frightened that the cup in his hand almost falls.

On the computer, the latest project in his lab was awakened without anyone operating it.

After a series of flickering pages, a primitive window popped up.

Professor Rogers looked closely, and saw that it was an audio playback program.

Then, from the computer, a piece of music of unknown meaning played.

Bell Bell Bell –

It's like some kind of crisp and pleasant ringtone, but it's not in tune, and its own timbre is also lacking, and you can only vaguely feel the rhythm in it.

“...... Which guy is secretly ......"

He subconsciously thought it was a prank played by the freedom-worshipping guys in the lab, until Professor Rogers' cell phone rang with a similar sound.

Bell Bell Bell –

He took out his mobile phone and looked at it, and in the interface that he had not operated, an audio was played, which was different from the computer, but the timbre was similar.

Bell Bell Bell –

Again, from another computer that had been shut down.

All of a sudden, almost all the electronic devices in the entire laboratory played such music.

"Was it an attack?"

Professor Rogers first thought of the possibility of an outside invasion, perhaps it was some kind of code, someone was stealing valuable materials from the lab, and he wanted to call the school guards, only to find that his cell phone and the landline in the lab were also beeping.

He tried to go directly to the guards downstairs, but the electronic door lock in the lab was still immersed in music, oblivious to Professor Rogers' attempt to open the door.

"This ......"

It was the first time he realized that his life had been covered by electronics and the Internet to such an extent.

While Professor Rogers was busy going out, the music that sounded one after another finally merged into one song.

It was a crisp bell, without complicated melodies and arrangements, but it went straight to the heart, calming the manic Professor Rogers.

Since you can't get out anyway, let's just take a break.

He sat in the bell-sounding lab and picked up the cup of coffee again.

However, this time, he had just taken a sip when he smelled a burning smell.

On the screen of the computer farthest away from him, the interface that used to play music appeared mosaic, and then, the screen quickly went black.

Bang –

With a loud bang, white smoke rose from the entire computer console, and it burned brightly.

“！！！”

This time, Professor Rogers' coffee was completely unstable.

Bang Bang Bang –

All electronic devices that made bells exploded one after another.

For a moment, the bell twisted, like a radio playing on a dead radio, and there was an inexplicable sense of horror in conjunction with the gradually expanding fire.

Most of the electronic devices, including Professor Rogers' cell phone, burned due to the high temperatures caused by the overload.

"This is indeed an attack, isn't it?"

Professor Rogers discovers that the electronic lock has failed due to the explosion and rushes out of the lab.

He saw that the other laboratories between the corridors also had fires, and for a while, the entire building was shrouded in flames.

"My God, what the hell is going on?"

Professor Rogers was confused.

Such a scenario happened in the United States, in Europe, and in the United States.

Wherever there are mechanical weirdness, the ringing of this kagura bell echoes in the middle of it.

Of course, there are still a handful of fires like those caused by MIT, mainly because the mechanical weirdness there is so dense that almost the entire project hides them.

In Tokyo, in an apartment building near Showa University, Qiao Qiao looked at the hope of controlling the message sent by Yona Morita through his tentacles, and suddenly thought of a question.

"Those electronic devices that are weird by machinery must have been insured, right?"

The tentacles shrank from Yona Morita's brain.

I hope to know that at this moment, all the mechanical weirdness in the world has been eliminated.

Except for Yona Morita.

Because she already has a human body structure, the ringing of Kagura Bell did not cause much damage to Yona Morita.

But Yona Morita's heart is dead.

Her eyes had lost their highlights, her body still twitching from her tentacles, saliva coming from her lips, and though she had regained control of her will and body, it was useless.

Morita Yona's brain is no different from that of a human being, that kind of large-scale computing power, relying on the support of the same kind, and losing those, she is an ordinary person.

Perhaps from the current point of view, Yona Morita has become a real human.

"Kill me."

She said, looking at each other.

“？”

Wang tilted his head, and under his skirt, countless tentacles stretched out and wrapped around Morita Yona's body.

"Wait a minute."

Qiao Qiao suddenly spoke, stopping Wang's eating.

"She is now the last remaining instance of the mechanical eccentric, and we need to study it to prevent a similar situation from happening in the future."

He didn't save the mechanical weirdness from the idea.

"Tsk, humans are really ruthless, even if they look exactly the same as humans, but they are not their own race, and they are not soft at all."

I hope to put Yona Morita down.

"Okay, this matter has been settled, so I won't stay here, lest those soul slayers come over and trouble later."

She came to Qiao Qiao, stood on tiptoe gently, and her slippery tentacles gently touched Qiao Qiao's face, and then retracted.

"Okay, I've memorized the taste, and if I get into any trouble in the future, I'll be the first to know."

“？”

It always feels like a way of swearing sovereignty between animals.

Kind of disgusting, to be honest.

Qiao Qiao thought that Suzuka was probably going to make a big noise again.

But hope is gone.

To be precise, the tentacle girl who is looking forward to it is gone, and now in front of Qiao Qiao, it is the old god. Aspiration.

His face could not be captured or remembered, and He mischievously stuck out his tongue and disappeared into thin air.

Qiao Qiao glanced at Yona Morita, causing the woman huddled in the corner of the room to shiver.

He picked up his phone and called Miss Sakura of the Soul Destroyer Association, preparing to find someone from the Soul Destroyer Association to contain Morita Yona.

But unexpectedly, Miss Sakura didn't answer the phone immediately.

After waiting for about thirty seconds, the phone rang out.

It's not Miss Sakura.

"Ah, while it's time to solve the problem, our side has also solved the problem, Qiao Jun."

On the phone of the Shinjuku branch of the Soul Remover Association, the voice of Tamamo came from the voice.