The next moment, when Sioux City stopped her gaze, Cindy's loud screams came to an abrupt end. Conscious of her gaffe, she first looked at Pula, whose face was different, then glanced back at Su Cheng, pursed her lips, and then took a step forward with a pretended composure, shining the searchlight in her hand deeper.

However, the erratic light of the soul searchlight betrayed the panic and panic in her heart to Sioux City.

In Sioux City's opinion, it was clear that the corpse of this humanoid creature was significantly more impactful to her than the strange corpse of the hound.

It's just that although Sioux City saw through Cindy's calm disguise, in front of Pula, he couldn't give her condolences as straightforwardly as usual.

In fact, although the system does not give clear instructions, based on its rich quest experience, if the player lies, it is better not to show flaws in front of NPCs in the future - and obviously, exorcists who are still afraid of corpses after rigorous training are probably non-existent.

As for whether it is feasible for Master Exorcist to care about apprentices, Su Cheng does not know, nor does he plan to risk testing the thinking mode of Anno NPC artificial intelligence.

So, Su Cheng only slapped Cindy's tense left fist slightly as he stepped forward to investigate the situation, and then strode over to the bloody corpse under her gaze.

His pace was unhurried, gently pushing away the debris on the ground with his halberd along the way, and from time to time he deftly picked up something that looked rather suspicious. Sioux City had to admit that most of the things in this supernatural mission were dangerous - such as pieces of flesh still writhing, a wooden frame that could be used as cover, and a gate that had been broken by brute force.

Sweep one of them away and make sure nothing is missed with [Divine Insight]. Soon, Su Cheng stood in front of the corpse with a blank face.

This man. Sioux City knows.

He was the little henchman behind Helen the Exorcist, and he looked no more than sixteen or seventeen years old. The nose is very straight, and the royal blue eyes are unforgettable at first sight. If memory serves, his eyes were always full of emotion when he looked at Helen, gentle and firm, and his deep gaze was as if he were looking at a precious treasure. And for them players, he always puts on a stinky face, and he doesn't want to say more to them, and he is not very likable.

Despite this, Sioux never wanted him to die in the castle.

He looked at him with a long steel sword stained with rotten blood in his arms, and the leather armor on his left chest and his back pierced. Su Cheng inexplicably had an indescribable feeling in his heart.

He didn't speak, just stood in silence. It took a moment before he crouched down and looked down at the scars on the corpse—the hideous wounds were so large that they showed through the wall against which they were leaning, and the beautiful royal blue eyes had lost their agility and sparkle, and they were just staring intently ahead, staring at the empty wall, dull and dead.

Smelling the pungent smell coming from the corpse, Su Cheng felt as if his heart was clogged with something. The mood also seemed to become irritable with the blood that was gradually turning dark brown.

When a life dies, the corpse will eventually lose its temperature, just like those demonic beasts that died under his hands, and will only wait to rot in the air and wind in the end.

It's just that. He was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and although he was an exorcist, he was also a child.

Su Cheng looked at the corpse blankly. Watch as the dull liquid seeps through the inferior leather armor. There was a dark red on the ground, but no matter what. The steel sword with the gap was still clutched, emitting a cold glow in the light of the soul searchlight. Live like a warrior's tombstone.

It's just that, at the age of fifteen or sixteen, he shouldn't die here, he shouldn't lose everything, and he shouldn't be like a warrior, even though he's just an artificial intelligence.

Silent, Su Cheng gently wiped the tears from the boy's face, closed the boy's round eyes, and wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth. Blood flowed down Su Cheng's hand, thick and vivid, slowly gathering and falling on his fingertips like mercury, and finally disappearing into the cracks in the stone floor.

Just an NPC, Sioux tried to tell himself.

But a voice in his heart was loudly retorting to him - an NPC with emotional likes and dislikes, an independent personality, and the ability to remember, is it just a designed program?

It's just an artificial intelligence in a game, they don't even know that they are artificial intelligence, does he still have to fight for the rights and interests of these vaguely positioned guys? Countless thoughts flashed through Su Cheng's mind in an instant, he felt that he was probably crazy, otherwise, he really couldn't figure out how he could think about this at this moment.

"There are no scars from the attack of human weapons," in order to distract himself from the superfluous attention, although it was not necessary, Su Cheng still reported in a low voice: "The shape of the chest wound is similar to the organ spewed from the mouth of the xenomorph, based on the scene and the temperature and blood condition of the corpse, it can be ruled out that the deceased moved after being injured, and the murderer should leave along the road, and it has been ...... for a while"

Carefully arranging the boy's appearance and equipment, Su Cheng stared at the boy who had finally become serene, and stood up straight for a moment.

Until the end, he still couldn't come up with a definite answer to the matter of artificial intelligence.

But does it really matter?

He doesn't think so.

Yes, does everything need to be explained clearly in order to be considered correct and done?

He has no answers, even if he is different from others, even if he simply believes in himself and does what only he thinks is right, so what? No matter how others look at him, it is impossible for him to be faithful to himself without gain.

Su Cheng turned his head, his expression still blank, but Cindy saw another emotion beyond the hypocritical smile from the blandness.

"Let's go, these sacrifices will not be in vain."

Not like self-comforting, not like meaningless encouragement, as calm as if he were making a conclusion, he said.

Without saying a word, the silent trio walked forward in the damp and dark corridor again, and along the way, except for the strange chirping of insects heard from time to time, the corridor became extremely quiet, so quiet that even the bloody scene just now seemed out of place, as if it was just a hallucination shared by the three of them.

Just before Pula was about to be overwhelmed by the dead silence around her, Sinti, who had been walking very close to Sioux City, suddenly frowned, grabbed Sioux City nervously before everyone turned the next intersection, and whispered, "Wait...... There was something strange about the intersection, and I smelled a very strong smell of blood, so strong that it seemed like a slaughterhouse ...... ahead" (to be continued.) )