Coming out of the supermarket with rough and rough hair, Zhou Qingfeng held a cup of milk tea and called a taxi on the side of the road. The days in the other world are too bitter, eating, drinking, and sleeping are extremely simple. Recently, I got mixed into the ant nest, and I can only eat mushrooms.

Now taking a sip of sweet milk tea, Zhou Qingfeng drank an endless aftertaste, and his face was intoxicated.

The driver of the taxi glanced in the rearview mirror from time to time, and saw Zhou Qingfeng as if 'a poor child enters the city and cries when he drinks milk tea', and couldn't help asking: "Baby, have you just come out of the juvenile detention center?" ”

Juvenile detention center? It's not as good as the street children in the previous time.

Uncle Zhou's face instantly darkened, and he replied very unhappily: "Master, you drive well, don't think about it, okay?" ”

The driver laughed twice and asked, "I just think your hairstyle is pretty cool." ”

Why is Zhou Qingfeng's hairstyle cool? He had just come out of the supermarket, and others saw that he was young and weather-ridden, and almost thought that he had fled from Africa. This forced him to change his destination and find a barber shop to get his hair in shape first.

After packing up his hair, Zhou Qingfeng took the car to Tianyang University again. This time, he didn't go to the to collect the spirits, but to the professionals.

After returning to reality, the information network does not exist. Sophia, a child labor assistant, is not needed. forced Zhou Qingfeng to rely on himself for everything. But just as he couldn't learn mechanical forging, the problem of ant infectious diseases, he felt that he should not waste his efforts.

Although Zhou Qingfeng was born as a keyboard coolie, his level is not very good. For data analysis, artificial intelligence and the like are not well understood.

In the past, there was a computer college in Tianyang City, which was later merged into Tianyang University and became the Department of Computer Science. Wouldn't it be more time-saving to go to the university and ask an expert? As for how to ask? Spend money to ask.

It's a pity that ......, and when I got to the university, I found out that the school was closed. No one is allowed to enter or leave except for essential faculty and staff. In these extraordinary times, lest those students come out to make trouble - this is also Zhou Qingfeng's own sin.

The teenager had to ask the school janitor...... are there any professors in the computer department who have a higher level of knowledge and understand artificial intelligence?

What does the doorman know? The other party casually asked Zhou Qingfeng to check on the school website.

There is no way, there is also a way to check on the website.

So Zhou Qingfeng logged on to the school's website and found many experts and professors. According to the contact information left on the website, he pretended to be a graduate student who wanted to apply for the computer department, and called the department office of the school to ask which professor was of high quality.

But because the level is not high, Uncle Zhou revealed his stuffing. After chatting with him for a few words, the department felt that 'it would be better for this kind of fool not to come to our school', so he solemnly recommended a professor Zheng Ping Zheng to him.

"Professor Cheng's academic standards are very high, he is generous, his teacher is noble, and he treats his students as his own and teaches them to him. However, Professor Cheng is a bit old and seems to be recuperating in the hospital now. Why don't you go and visit first? ”

The admissions office was like kicking a ball, reported an address and ward number, and kicked Uncle Zhou to the hospital. He hummed and called another taxi and ran to the hospital in a hurry.

When he arrived at the hospital, Zhou Qingfeng had to buy some fruits and the like, pretending to be a student who had come to visit him, and asked the nurse in the inpatient department about Professor Zheng Ping's condition.

The nurse glanced at Zhou Qingfeng, then looked at the fruit he was carrying, shook her head with a sigh and said, "Professor Zheng Ping just had a breathing disorder caused by heart failure, and he will be rescued in the ward." You won't be able to see him. ”

"Oh...... I'll wait then." Zhou Qingfeng was very irritable.

As soon as he finished speaking, the cries of family members were heard in the direction of the hospital corridor, and several medical staff came out of a ward.

When the doctor at the head arrived at the nurse's desk, he said: "The old Mr. Zheng in room 503 failed to rescue him, and we tried our best." When the family is more emotionally stable, let the caregiver take the body to the morgue. ”

The nurse was used to this, and took out a stack of forms for the resuscitating doctor to fill out. Zhou Qingfeng tilted his head, saw that the nurses and doctors didn't pay attention to him, and quietly walked to the door of ward 503.

There was a large family standing in the room, crying on the hospital bed covered with a white cloth. It's just that this cry is more symbolic, and after a few tears, the voice weakens, and instead begins to quarrel for the aftermath.

Zhou Qingfeng stood at the door of the ward, and saw a white humanoid virtual body floating on the hospital bed. This virtual body is old, and it looks like it is eighty or ninety years old. It looked around the room and sighed, quickly dissipating.

The young man hurriedly stepped forward, stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and the soul was absorbed, and the virtual human form quickly shrank. This is an aging soul whose quality is constantly declining in the process of absorbing.

The aging soul was originally blue, but in the process of ingestion it changed from blue to cyan and from cyan to green. By the time Zhou Qingfeng's palm turned into a soul crystal, it had already turned yellow.

The boy took a few steps in, stretched out his hand, turned around, and said, 'I'm sorry, I'm in the wrong place.'" Although the family members in the ward were surprised, they couldn't see that the soul crystal was arguing again, and although it was strange, they didn't ask any more questions, and let the boy leave.

By the time Zhou Qingfeng left the ward, the yellow soul crystal had already entered his mind, and he had regained his appearance as a humanoid phantom. He communicated directly with the other party: "You are Professor Zheng Ping Zheng? ”

The old man's soul was looking around, and when he heard a voice, he answered, 'That's right, I'm Zheng Ping.' ’

"Uh......, Professor Zheng, don't panic. The bad news is that you're dead, and the good news is that your soul hasn't dissipated. My name is Zhou Qingfeng, and I have a bit of psychic special functions. You can call me Xiao Zhou, and I've got you in my mind. ”

Zhou Qingfeng tried his best to explain, and left the hospital in a hurry. The old man's soul quickly accepted the reality of his own death, and at best was surprised that the soul still existed.

"Xiao Zhou, where are you taking me?" Professor Zheng asked in his mind.

"That's right, I've been in trouble with the demon slaying lately. There is a nest of mutated ant monsters that have a highly contagious 'rot disease'. I need some guidance on artificial intelligence, and I heard that you are an expert in this area, so I came here to ask for advice. ”

"Artificial intelligence? I don't study that. ”

"Ah......, so what are you studying?"

"My research is urban planning, and my main focus is on the harmless treatment of garbage."

Oh ......, that's too far off!

How can there be such an oolong?

Zhou Qingfeng told the department office what he knew, but Professor Zheng smiled bitterly: "If you ask like this, the people in the department office will think that you are a mallet, and they will definitely send you away casually, or even play tricks on you." ”

...... mallet, dare to say that I am a mallet?!

Zhou Qingfeng was furious, and then he had to admit that he was indeed a mallet, "It seems that I have to find someone else to ask." ”

"Tianyang University is only three, and the level of its computer department can only be to cultivate software application talents. Professors in faculties cannot say that they do not understand artificial intelligence and data analysis, but there are no ones who specialize in this direction.

And we, garbage disposal may be able to help a little, other problems can only be said to give a certain reference. I'm afraid I'm going to admit that you're disappointed. ”

......, it feels like a trip for nothing.