"It's the car keys. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" a magnetic baritone sounded on the screen with a metallic crashing sound, presumably the sound of a car key, "You can see if you can use it to drive away this car first." ”

"No need to try." The rough voice said, "I have a sense of trust for Svens like you, and besides, even if this thing can't be driven, it can be regarded as if you exchanged a scrapped car for a scrapped car for a scrapped car, and it's all a one-shot deal, no loss, no loss." ”

The rugged man laughed, "Well, you can go down and see for yourself, if you need to call me again, I'll lie down on it for a while." ”

"So be it." Baritone said.

After a few clicks of chains rubbing and metal clashing, the sound of the soles of leather shoes hitting the sand and gravel on the ground finally came out on the screen.

Then, a man in a suit dusted off his body and walked over to the scrapped car.

The man's face was covered with a pair of delicate gold-rimmed glasses, and an angular face was cold and expressionless.

The Guardian tilted her head to look at the man, and she always felt like she had seen this man somewhere.

"Sure enough, it was." The man nodded, muttering to himself as he pulled out a pair of gloves from his briefcase.

Then he put on his gloves and placed his right hand on the rusted sliding door.

He gently pressed the handle, and a miserable metallic sound echoed through the clearing.

Then he pulled hard in his direction.

I only heard a 'click', and the handle was broken.

The doors were still tightly attached to the car.

"Okay." The man sighed, put his two hands directly on the car window, and then pulled hard, directly removing the entire car door.

A cloud of rusty dust was instantly splashed up by his movement.

Guardians felt as if they could smell the smell of rust through the screen.

As the door opened, the man put his head in the driver's seat.

Although it is indeed a difficult thing to do.

Because the roof and bezels of this car have been sunk in, almost blocking the space in the driver's seat.

After all, this is a car that has been in an accident before.

It is said that it was found at the scene of a shocking series of crashes that occurred a few years ago, and the car had been crushed by multiple vehicles, and it was still occupied by people in both driver's seats at the time.

Now that I think about it, the person who was sitting in the driver's seat at that time should not look very good.

But it has nothing to do with him.

He didn't care about the car, not the people, but something that was still in the car.

The steering wheel in the driver's seat was still there, and although it had long been destroyed, it was impossible to see what it was, but the man knew what it used to be.

He tightened his gloves, then put his hands on the steering wheel, and with a slight pull, the rusted steering wheel was torn off by him, and he also brought up a few wires connected to it.

"Hmm." The man nodded, as if he had found what he was looking for.

He disconnected the steering wheel from the wires, and slowly lowered his hands into the spot where the pile of wires were.

In the process, he removed the dashboard that blocked his operation, removed the driver's seat with only a few springs left, and lifted the tattered ceiling.

"I got it." He muttered to himself, his eyes lit up.

The hands that were deep in the big hole behind the steering wheel, constantly groping for something in them.

Then, with a metallic 'click', his face also stretched.

The hands began to slowly withdraw as well.

He must have found something, the Guardian thought.

But what is that?

Although she knew that this car was the wreckage of the smart car in the previous scene, what should be the thing buried in this pile of scrap iron?

In fact, the answer is obvious, but she selectively forgets and ignores this answer.

The man gasped and pulled out an iron box that looked markedly different from the car's style.

This is the car's AI-powered driving system.

He didn't know why the people associated with the car didn't recycle the box when it was scrapped, maybe because the car was too badly deformed, or maybe it was because they were too sad or too scared to come forward, but in short, the car was completely forgotten after the accident.

The man looked at the box in his hand, which looked very different from the style around him, and nodded.

Then he pulled his phone out of his body and dialed a phone number.

The phone rang twice and was quickly connected.

"Yes, it's me." The man said.

"Come to this place to pick me up, you should be able to see where I am, yes, come over as soon as possible."

"What? Where did my car go, you ask? It doesn't matter, just pick me up. ”

The image flashed and disappeared again.

……

Then, the next light lit up as usual.

The Guardian floated over without hesitation.

She wasn't done with the story just now, and she was now curious to see what the next story would continue to tell about.

Coming to the next screen, the flickering images on the screen projected a laboratory-like scene.

In the center of the room, the man and some people who looked like experimenters were standing.

"That's the core you're talking about?" A man in a loose white lab coat looked at the box he had just pulled out of the scrapped car in his hand, and his face showed a puzzled expression, "Why does it look like a box of activated carbon deodorant?" “

"There is no doubt about it, it is." The man's familiar baritone voice immediately identified him, "This thing is responsible for the huge car accident that shook the city a few years ago." ”

"Is it really that scary?" The researcher looked up at the man suspiciously, then at the box in his hand.

The ordinary little box lying in his hand at the moment was like a Pandora's box, attracting his attention.

"Terror...... ? The man chewed on the adjective carefully, then shook his head, "I can't say that, I believe that the formation of every AI is related to the acquired influence of human beings, and it must have absorbed the information of human cannibalism before it began to have this kind of wrong judgment." ”

"Of course, these are just my speculations, and it doesn't mean that it's the truth of the matter." The man smiled, "I'm sure you should be able to peel back the cocoon of this thing, but it's just a little old, and I implore you to treat it the same way you treat it." ”

"Okay." The scientist laid the box flat on the table and broke out in a cold sweat.