"It's me."

"Finally met."

The female voice is soft, but it sounds sweet with dew in the early morning.

The speaker uses a scent of perfume made from flowers, which is becoming less and less popular, with a shorter shelf life and an increasingly expensive price.

The good thing about this flavor is that it flickers and flickers, as if the brightness at the edge of the spectrum, swimming at the edge of one's consciousness.

Foley should have let her guard down, such an early morning and a natural fragrance, not to mention that when she stepped through the door and the rising sun shone on her face through the window, Foley saw an elegant and refined face with a shallow smile.

It's not that he can't relax, it's that he feels numb in pain.

"We've known each other for a long time."

"No, you're mistaken."

"Forlì Eugene Soder." The woman repeats his name. "It's a special name."

Forlì thought of his name, three figures stood in front of him, Eugene fell, and then Forlì disappeared in a black mist, and finally only Soder, who turned from his original position standing side by side, looked at the two vanished names with an incomprehensible expression.

"But you're still mistaken."

"You're not Foley?"

"I am."

"You see, we're not mistaken."

"We met for the first time, and we didn't know each other for a long time."

"He is truly an engineer, and every word is as serious as an order."

"I just died of my wife, and I don't have time to joke with you early in the morning."

"You don't have time? What do you want to do with your time? The woman walked towards Forlì, almost less than half a meter in front of him, and the closeness made Foley uncomfortable.

"I don't think I know you. If it's okay, please leave. ”

"Your mother died of respiratory failure five years ago, your wife died of depression, and if it weren't for the hospital's timely rescue, it can be said that your mother also died of mental illness."

"My mother died of respiratory failure caused by lung cancer because the tumor metastasized to her lungs." After saying this, Forlì regretted that he should not have said a word to this unknown woman.

"No, she should have died of a mental disorder, maybe bipolar disorder or schizophrenia. She can't sleep, she has hallucinations, and you believe she has hallucinations, right? ”

Representative Foley remembers that his mother had been on the phone in the middle of the night for some time saying that his father had abused and beaten her, and Foley didn't believe a word.

He did believe that this was all due to the negative emotions of his mother after her illness, she thought that she was isolated, in order to get the care of her family, more and more in line with her requirements, just like an actor with outstanding acting skills.

During that time, he didn't know where he would wake up in the morning, on the couch, in the corner of his bedroom, or on the floor of his living room, when he couldn't sleep because of his mother's phone call, and he could only rely on a science fiction book far from reality to pass the pain.

Then Ephia disappeared, and he was taken away with him.

"Your mother didn't get her life from cancer."

"What's that?"

"Your friend may have told you."

Representative Foley is getting more and more confused, this woman's words have no beginning and no end, but human wisdom always tries to understand the consciousness of others with its own pre-existing memories and experiences.

Representative Foley thinks the friend she was referring to could only be Belus.

"What the hell are you trying to say?" Representative Foley was a little angry, and the two of them remained on their feet all the time, and he did not ask the woman to sit down, and he himself kept standing.

"Please help us do one thing."

The woman changed her omniscient tone just now, and said softly in a gentle manner.

"Why should I help you?"

"You're the most suitable person, Forlì Söder, please consider it."

"What to consider? Who are you? Who are you? You don't say anything clearly, and such communication doesn't mean anything until the evening. ”

"Yes." The woman bowed her head, and there was a hint of guilt in Foley, perhaps he had a preconceived idea that the guests who came early in the morning would definitely not be good people, and he was no longer willing to believe that there could be something less bad than the worst in him.

And when he calmed down and looked at the woman in front of him, he realized that she not only had a beautiful face, a petite and well-proportioned figure, and a black hair tied back into a braid - Asian, Foley guessed in his heart.

"My name is Ryomi Mussel and I'm from Hokkaido."

"Japan?"

"Yes."

"No wonder."

"What?"

"No wonder you speak." Representative Foley doesn't go any further, he wants to know what the Japanese woman meant when she came to him and reminded him of his mother's death and Shamer's death.

And what was the important thing she was asking for help with? What he wanted to know most was what important things he could do when he had little time.

"You are an important partner of Karen, and a technology was first proposed by you."

"What technology?"

"We looked at your lab records at Stanford, and when you were in college, you came up with a concept that is more in line with the working principle of the brain in an experiment with robotic arms, which you think are not only part of intelligent robots, but should also be intelligent in their own right — in short, they can think independently."

"I've never said anything about independent thinking, you're mistaken, the technology you're talking about is not led by me in our company, I'm only a small part of it, and the overall development and experimentation are handled by another colleague."

"Rod?"

Representative Foley was a little surprised, but that didn't change his composure, for now he was completely convinced of what the woman meant by knowing him for a long time, and that she had done a good job of knowing him, not only the mess of his family life but also his job.

"We've looked at Rhodes and he's really good, but you're the one we need."

Representative Foley is a little sneering at the thought of being needed, and it is clear that neither his mother nor Shamel needed him before he died.

"I suspect that you already know my situation well, and I am afraid that you will not fail to understand that my time is short, and that I may soon die, or be paralyzed."

"Of course, we know these things, you make an appointment with the doctor every Tuesday, and once you sat in front of the hospital for a long time, until dusk."

"In that case, what else can I do?"

"Mr. Foley, some things may sound unbelievable, but maybe you can understand it."

Representative Foley grew accustomed to the stiff English pronunciation of the Japanese woman in front of her, who claimed to be beautiful with a mussel. She glanced over to the table and chair, and Foley walked over and sat down on the chair against the wall, leaving the chair opposite to the window for the visitor.

"Thank you".

The atmosphere was much lighter than before, but Freery still didn't have any trust in her, and he didn't think anyone could like a stranger to come and see everything about herself.