The term "uncanny valley" was coined by Carl McDow in his 1906 essay "The Psychology of the Uncanny Valley", and his idea was elaborated in Freud's 1919 essay "The Uncanny Valley", thus becoming a famous theory"

Huang Shang quickly flipped through the introduction with some irritation, and then looked for the key word from the tadpole-sized words.

"Because we're afraid of death, because we're afraid of disease, because of the deranged mechanism of empathy, because we can't empathize with robots."

Huang Shang muttered, his hand holding the book trembling slightly.

What's going on with this feeling.

Forcibly suppressing the turmoil in his heart, Huang Shang searched for answers in this robot magazine, which has been a few years old.

The library of Wanglan No. 6 Middle School is large, with jungle-like bookshelves lined up in the lobby on the first floor.

Although it is rare for students to patronize the first floor of this collection.

All books can be downloaded on the campus network, and all materials can be searched on the terminal.

It is not so much a paper backup of the materials as the books here are stored as "exhibits".

Only large libraries at the city and district level will store the kind of paper papers or books that record academic materials.

Those are "materials" in the true sense of the word, not "exhibits".

Times are advancing, and paper reading has gradually faded out of people's field of vision.

Although there will be people like Tao Tingting who have a soft spot for paper books, this kind of person is already as rare as a rare animal.

is like the goddess in Huang Shang's heart - Jiang Mengchen.

However, as a tribute to the old era, the library often keeps some old books and periodicals as a reference to history.

At the same time, Huang Shang always felt that these papers could inspire him more.

No matter how he consulted the campus elf of artificial intelligence, that flamboyant guy couldn't give him a sudden explanation, but just kept guiding his psychological problems in the direction of fatigue and study pressure.

Or misleading?

No matter how much he searched on the terminal, he couldn't get the answer he wanted.

As if it was being covered, the intelligent search assistant unexpectedly "failed", after listening to his description.

Everything that is given seems to take the problem to a more complex level.

So at the end of school, he came to the library, which was full of paper books, where no one would mislead him, and some intuition seemed to tell him.

The answers he craved were hidden on a bookshelf.

He wanted to find out what that unnatural feeling was.

And the book in Huang Shang's hand, "Robot Magazine Issue 21 - On the Incongruity between Humans and Robots", was taken from this rosin-scented bookshelf.

Judging from the publication date of the sixteenth year of the universe, this is also a publication from a few years ago.

Of course, the printing is new.

"The more realistic a humanoid toy or robot is, the more people like it, but when a tipping point is reached. This favorability will suddenly decrease, and the more people resemble people, the more disgusted and fearful they will become, until they reach the bottom. Even the slightest unnatural movement can seem extremely stiff and terrifying, that is, the cleaning robot I met in the morning triggered the uncanny valley effect by looking at me? Huang Shang frowned and thought.

There was an inexplicable throbbing in his heart, something akin to déjà vu beating at his heart.

A feeling of depression like being choked in the throat by cotton is getting stronger and stronger.

It's as if something has been forgotten.

But what has been forgotten?

Suddenly, he subconsciously looked at the stairs leading to the second floor.

And yet, at this moment—

"Huang Shang?"

A thin, soft voice touched his eardrums.

Huang Shang turned around in surprise and saw Tao Tingting standing at the end of the bookshelf.

By the way, I seem to be going to invite her to a movie, damn it, I almost forgot to get down to business in order to get tangled up with these boring delusions!

Huang Shang scolded secretly in his heart, blushing and looking at the girl who was as beautiful as a princess, but he couldn't say a word.

Jiang Mengchen stood there quietly, as if waiting for something.

Unable to speak, Huang Shang half-opened and closed his mouth.

However, the phrase "Are you free tomorrow?" But he couldn't say it as if he was choked in his throat.

Suddenly, that beautiful pretty face smiled.

The bright eyes like moon buds shimmer with a heart-pounding brilliance.

"Do you want to come to my house?"

Huang Shang was stunned.

Invite me? To her house? But why

However, Jiang Mengchen didn't give him time to think, and had already turned around and walked out the door.

Huang Shang hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, and finally mustered up his courage. Followed.

And the magazine was left on his desk.

Watching the two leave, the librarian who was sitting at the front desk with a blank face suddenly got up and walked silently to the chair where Huang Shang was sitting.

Staring at the somewhat old magazine for a long time, she silently picked it up from the table.

However, she didn't put it back on the shelf.

Instead, it was torn and thrown into a paper basket.

-

"Wait a minute. Why did you invite me to your house? ”

Huang Shang chased out of the library, walked behind Tao Tingting, hesitated for a moment and asked this doubt.

Suddenly, Jiang Mengchen stopped, and the milky white skirt swayed gently in the breeze.

The lilies blooming under the halo of the sunset are so beautiful.

So much so that for a while, Huang Shang couldn't help but be a little stupid.

The goddess who made him think about it for a long time was biting her lower lip lightly at the moment, her face was slightly shy and slightly bowed, and her lips were lightly opened.

"Because, I want to know you."

Understand?

Is this a confession to me?

Huang Shang's face was covered with red tide as soon as he brushed it, and his lips opened and closed a little stiffly, and he couldn't say a word.

The heart was pounding, as if it was about to jump out of the chest.

Turns out she likes me too!

At this moment, Huang Shang's brain was completely filled with that chaotic joy, and he had completely lost the ability to think, just looking at the goddess that haunted him.

Jiang Mengchen smiled and walked towards the school gate.

Huang Shang swallowed and spat, raised his stiff steps and followed.

However, at this moment, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of the unnatural abnormality.

An inexplicable feeling of heart-wrenching crept up in my heart.

The empty gaze was on him.

Cleaning robots are there too?

Also, this thing should be everywhere, Huang Shang muttered in his heart, leaving the unnatural feeling behind.

The robot seemed to lose interest in him and looked straight in the other direction.

-

The door opened, and Jiang Mengchen led Huang Shang to her rented apartment.

A simple one-bedroom apartment with a simple structure.

This type of house is easy to rent near the school and not too expensive. It seems that Tao Tingting, like him, is a person who came to Wanghai City from other places.

The room smells of jasmine.

Clean and tidy pale linen wallpaper plastered all over every wall in the living room, very modest coffee tables and tablecloths. And that beige sofa.

"Sit down, do you want me to pour you a glass of water?"

Jiang Mengchen turned around and smiled at Huang Shang.

"Ah, uh, good."

Huang Shang nodded with a somewhat flustered expression. Then sat down on the couch.

Looking at Tao Tingting's back standing next to the cupboard, smelling the fragrance of the goddess in the air, Huang Shang couldn't help but smirk on his face.

It felt a little unnatural, but it was so happy that it didn't matter.

It's like being forcibly stuffed, but the sense of lack of reality in my heart disappears unconsciously.

After a while, Jiang Mengchen gently returned to the living room with two glasses of water, then smiled at Huang Shang and put the water cup in front of Huang Shang.

"Give."

"Ahh Thank you. ”

As if to hide his embarrassment, Huang Shang hurriedly held the cup and took a sip of the cold boiled water.

Tao Tingting sat down beside Huang Shang by herself, and then looked at Huang Shang's side face with a smile.

"Uh, what's on my face?"

"Nope." Jiang Mengchen shook his head with a smile, and his long soft hair shook gently like willow silk.

"Hmm" Huang Shang said, buried his gaze in the cup, and stared at his reflection in the water in a daze.

"I want to know you, can you talk to me?"

As if he had been hit in the heart by a heavy hammer, Huang Shang's heart throbbed violently at this moment.

"Huh? For, why. Would you like to know me? ”

Huang Shang's Adam's apple moved, and he stammered a little because he didn't know what to do.

In fact, the answer is already clear.

"Because I like you." Jiang Mengchen stared into Huang Shang's eyes and said with a smile.

I always feel an inexplicable sense of discomfort, and I always feel that something is wrong.

However, this confusion was soon filled with an explosion of joy.

Dopamine can make people forget to think.

"I, I like you too."

Huang Shang finally mustered up the courage and poured out the thoughts that had accumulated in his chest day by day.

"I know."

Jiang Mengchen looked at Huang Shang's courageous appearance with a smile.

"I've been following you for a long time."

These two words were like a curse, happily hovering in his mind.

"Can you tell me your story?"

Like a curious girlfriend, Jiang Mengchen looked into Huang Shang's eyes. Blinking his eyes with long eyelashes

"I, I don't have a story to tell."

Huang Shang moved his face away a little embarrassed, but Jiang Mengchen approached reluctantly.

"You can talk about anything."

"Okay then." Huang Shang hesitated and opened his mouth.

To his surprise, he originally thought that Jiang Mengchen was the kind of literary girl who was not good at talking, but at this moment she gave Huang Shang a feeling that she was very talkative.

Since I was a child, I have been chatting about memories that are almost covered with a layer of white mist.

The two chatted very happily, although they usually didn't have a lot of intersections, Huang Shang always looked at her secretly.

However, at this moment, Tao Tingting gave him an illusion that he had known for a long time.

It was getting late, so late that it was already dark outside.

"Why don't I treat you to dinner?" Jiang Mengchen said with a smile.

Huang Shangshen nodded in a ghostly manner.

Dinner was served in a relaxed atmosphere.

Scrambled eggs with tomatoes, shredded pork with green peppers, and seaweed egg soup are all home-cooked dishes.

It can be seen that Jiang Mengchen is unexpectedly the kind of girl who is very good at running a house, thinking of this, Huang Shang can't help but feel a little excited.

At his age, love is eternal.

The meal was delicious, and he secretly observed Jiang Mengchen, who was sitting across the table. The cherry was chewed gently in small bites.

She seems to be very fond of eating tomatoes? Is it the kind of person who loves to eat acid? And green peppers? But why only eat these two things?

Huang Shang observed very carefully and secretly wrote down her tastes.

Speaking of which, she said she liked me, so she should be my girlfriend now?

But I haven't figured it out yet, are you waiting for me to take the initiative?

Thinking of this, he swallowed softly and frothed, then looked away unnaturally.

The holographic screen is playing the opening song of the hit TV series "How Can Zombies Be So Cute", and before you know it, it's already eight o'clock.

"Is it delicious?" Jiang Mengchen looked at Huang Shang with a smile.

"Ahh Delicious. ”

Huang Shang smiled a little flusteredly, and then buried his head in a few mouthfuls of rice to hide the embarrassed expression on his face.

"I heard there are ghosts in the school library, do you see them?"

"Ghosts, ghosts? Lie, that kind of pseudoscience or something. Huang Shang smiled strangely.

"Are you satisfied?" However, Jiang Mengchen's next sentence diverted the topic with some incompatible.

"Satisfied?" Huang Shang asked in confusion, suddenly looked to the side as if he thought of something, scratched the roots of his ears that were a little red embarrassedly, and nodded stiffly, "Dang, of course satisfied." ”

Is there anything more joyful for an adolescent teenager to be invited to her home by the goddess who has been thinking about her for a long time?

"Don't choke on eating, come, drink saliva." Jiang Mengchen handed over the cup with a smile, it was the water cup that Huang Shangcai had just taken a sip of just now.

"Hmm!" With a slightly hot cheek and a slightly hot cheek, Huang Shang silently poured water into his mouth as if he was embarrassed.

Isn't there soup? Why water?

The aftermath unfolds on the screen, with the protagonist lying in a pool of blood and stopping to breathe. An unexpected ending?

I always felt unspeakably hasty, as if I had begun to explain a lot, but in the end, I didn't explain anything clearly and the eunuch left.

The ending song is followed by the blood word the-end.

Looking at Huang Shang, who was groggy and lying on the dinner table, Jiang Mengchen's pure and quiet face showed a smile.

The smile was weird and empty.

I'm so sleepy, so tired, I want to sleep

Through the low-hanging and hazy vision, he only vaguely glimpsed what appeared to be a pure white floral dress that fell to the floor

The whiteness was approaching him with a faint step.

The back of his head was surrounded by a gentle touch, and his consciousness gradually fell into the abyss. As always, I lay on the table, watching the daily life of that scene repeated.

No, if anything, it's probably because of her.

Huang Shang set his eyes on the girl sitting under the window, and she was smiling at him at the moment.

Speaking of which, after the two confirmed each other's intentions last night, they were together.

However, it is still a little unsuitable for this excess of happiness...

Somewhat embarrassed, he hid his face in his sleeve, but at this time, Huang Shang suddenly realized that he seemed to have done something terrible yesterday.

Pushed?

Pushed!