"Where should our conversation begin? Maybe we should introduce ourselves when we meet for the first time, and understanding each other is the foundation of friendship. The golden-masked demon god Beret stared at Cheng Mo speaking native British English in his distinctive metallic voice.

Cheng Mo is sure that this kind of sound will definitely make everyone unforgettable, if you simply say metal sound, you must not be able to imagine what kind of sound it is in your mind, but if you are specific to describe people's voices in various materials, then some people speak like water, such as Teacher Shen is gentle and quiet, some people speak like ice, such as Xie Minyun is cold and alienated, and some people speak like a reef, such as Xie Guangling is rugged and ruthless.

And the voice of the demon god Beret is like steel, hard and regular, the words are correct and round, and the voice is low and mellow, such a voice is often a good seedling for singing heavy metal. It's a pity that Cheng Mo put on a shielding ring and can't use the auxiliary tools of the Chosen One's system, so he can't tell whether the demon god Beret is in a carrier state at the moment, if it is in a carrier state, such a sound is normal, if it is not a carrier state, then such a voice is too special.

"I think Lord Beret should know a lot about me, a trainee doctor, a drug broker, an Iraqi man in his thirties, although I still look very young, but in fact my heart is already very vicissitudes....." Cheng Mo also stared at the eyes of the demon god Beret, although his eyes were hidden behind a narrow gap, only a line of blue pupils could be seen, but the blue was very bright and beautiful, like a shallow sea of sunshine, Cheng Mo hooked the corners of his mouth, smiled and said, "On the contrary, I don't know anything about Lord Beret." ”

"As you can see, I am the Lord of Hydra, the Aegean and Canaanite Underground King, the Destroyer and Deliverer of Europa, and the Seventy-Two Pillars Demon God Beret. ”

The demon god Berette, who was sitting opposite Cheng Mo, waved his hands, like an actor acting in a stage play. Cheng Mo couldn't tell from the tone that the other party was joking about Game of Thrones, or if he really felt that way, and at this moment, he couldn't see Beret's expression through the metal mask. For Cheng Mo, not being able to observe Ayala's micro-expression was a disadvantageous factor, but he didn't worry too much, and glanced at Ayala standing behind Ayala, seeing Ayala's serious face, guessing that maybe Beret wasn't joking.

This is not surprising, perhaps the demon god Beret was a nobleman with pure aristocratic blood, and the nobles of ancient Europa always added their fiefs or fiefs to their names. There is no exaggeration in the name of Beret's status, but Cheng Mo slightly finds it strange, such a self-introduction is a little blunt, of course, this may be a more traditional Europa pretending method.

Cheng Mo was about to say two words, but unexpectedly heard Beret say: "Don't take this name seriously, I just said a joke." You should understand that this is done to overcome some ..... Initial social impairment. But judging from your hesitation, maybe our chat shouldn't start with understanding each other's identities, after all, from the standpoint of the two of us, our identities and experiences are secrets that cannot be communicated with others......" After a pause, Beret said as if asking and talking to himself: "OK, then where do we start?"

Beret's joke is a bit blunt, especially when he wears a metal mask and lacks emotion in his tone, joking is not a suitable choice, Cheng Mo doesn't care, as long as Beret is happy, make an inappropriate joke at an inopportune moment, this is the right exclusive to the superior, so he said: " You're right, it's really not appropriate to talk about each other's identities and experiences, so we can start with topics of mutual interest, such as the Black Death, the inner world, and the young animal missile business that we are going to do..... What exactly do you think?"

"Isn't it too fast to talk about these progress now? I have checked the information, and you Middle Eastern people have a habit of only chatting when they meet for the first time, and do not talk about business. Business can only be discussed after meeting three times, but Abdul, your answer makes me wonder about that. ”

"Lord Beret, although this is the first time we have met, it is not the first time that I have met you Hydra. And now that I'm pressed for time, I think our friendship can be built over time, and if you believe me, we can work together more deeply. Cheng Mo said meaningfully.

"Your eagerness at this time is somewhat inconsistent with the caution of your usual behavior, and if it is only a few one-sided conversations, I am not sure if we can cooperate, I think we should talk more about it, so that it will help you to make this deal. ”

"I'm sorry, Lord Beret, but I'm in a bit of a hurry. ”

"It's okay, Abdul....."

Lord Beret once again showed his deep and majestic voice, if it weren't for the starlight, faint clouds, and endless lights under his feet, Cheng Mo really felt that he was meeting a great monarch in a medieval castle palace, in short, the emphasis of this stage play is very peculiar. Although he felt weird in his heart, Cheng Mo could only think that maybe it was the other party's hobby to talk like this, so he pretended to smile helplessly and said, "We can talk about something else first, but I have to state that there is a reason why I am anxious." ”

"It doesn't matter why, Abdul! Our business cannot be protected by contracts and laws, but only by knowing each other. Speaking of acquaintance, I said at the beginning that we need to get to know each other, and maybe we can build mutual trust without revealing too much about our identities and experiences. ”

"I couldn't agree more. Cheng Mo nodded.

"Let me start by talking about my knowledge of you, I think what you said that day is very interesting, such a high-level thinking about the nature of things is relatively rare on the Internet. About crime, about drugs, about the shadow network, 'these are the shadows that human beings themselves often turn a blind eye to'..... You see, I've memorized all these words, and only humans can say ......" Beret paused for a moment, as if to think of the right words, and after a moment he said: "Such a harmonious statement of the macro and the micro. Maybe this is poetry, it is not a simple linear arrangement of words, sometimes it does not even respect grammatical structure, it is logical to say that a sentence or an article, the order of words and paragraphs is of great significance for the generation and interpretation of the text, different orders may express completely different meanings, and different orders will also produce different ways of interpretation...... But poetry is a completely different genre......"

Cheng Mo listened to Beret start with a long speech from the poem, and Cheng Mo often responded, at first Cheng Mo felt that the demon god Beret seemed to not only have divergent thinking, but also have the potential to chatter, but the more Cheng Mo talked to Berret, the more he felt a little unspeakably weird.

At first, Cheng Mo thought that maybe it was because of this metal tone and a serious way of speaking in a stage play, but later he found out that it was not only that. As Berrett argues, poetry often does not adhere to grammatical structures for the sake of beauty, which is also common in everyday life, and for convenience, people use irregular sentence structures or slang to communicate, which are very different from written language.

Especially in the choice of vocabulary, the colloquial style often uses informal words or words with obvious colloquial overtones, such as idioms and slang, while the written style uses more formal words, such as the use of various "big words" such as macro, micro, linearization, and Latin such as actual, self, and vice versa. There is a clear written character in Berret's speech.

Of course, many highly educated people will speak in writing, but not to the point of being a little sick in writing like Berret.

Ordinary people probably don't think too much about it, and will only think that the demon god Beret is a little too old-fashioned and serious, but Cheng Mo has always paid attention to details, and in the absence of a way to observe Beret's expression, he can only pay all his attention to Beret's words, so he found that all of Berette's words are very written, elegant, long sentences, and rigorous structure.......

This made Cheng Mo feel like he was talking to artificial intelligence, Cheng Mo knew that his idea was a bit whimsical and even ridiculous, although it was said that artificial intelligence had passed the Turing test, but the demon god Beret was an artificial intelligence robot It was too outrageous.

What's more, the demon god Beret has nothing special except for his written speech, maybe he wears a mask and a robe that can cover his whole body, which makes Cheng Mo feel even more weird, so the strange feeling in Cheng Mo's mind lingers.

At this time, the chef carefully cut the bluefin tuna, put the fattest belly on the ice cube and put it on the plate and sent it to Cheng Mo, who picked up the chopsticks and said casually: "Lord Beret, why don't you eat?"

"I'm not hungry, sitting here, just enjoying the chat. ”

"Yes, we talked so much about the relationship between poetry and human beings, but in fact, art has also run through the entire history of mankind. The 3D relief of Athena on your doorstep is fantastic, it's the finest avant-garde artwork I've seen in recent years, not only in terms of the use of color and the kind of extremely realistic realism, but also in the content of a figurative interpretation of socio-political and cultural issues that reflect the racism, violence and sexism of contemporary space. These profound contents directly sublimate the work. I have just admired this work at the door for a long time, and from the twelve groups of gods that surround Athena I see a changing balance of power and develop a new feminist narrative in space that confronts oppression and inequality while challenging the dominant notions of contemporary art and trying to reconstruct history from a female perspective...... This is really a great work, no wonder Mr. Johnson would say that he will go down in history because of this....." Cheng Mo put down the chopsticks in his hand and asked with great admiration: "I heard Ahmadi say that this work was made by Mr. Johnson at your request?"

Cheng Mo's sudden question seemed to stump Beret, and he fell silent, but Ayala behind him interjected at the right time: "We Lord Berrett only made a little comment on that work, and Mr. Johnson himself came to create it." ”

Ayala's answer made Cheng Mo even more suspicious, and he smiled and asked, "Lord Beret, do you like to draw?"

This time Beret answered quickly, and he didn't seem to care too much about the previous question that Ayala had answered for him, and he continued to say in his metallic voice: "I've tried to paint myself, but I don't know what I'm drawing. What about you? Abdul, what are your hobbies?"

Beret didn't have the word "like", but said that he had tried, which made Cheng Mo more sure of his thoughts, things turned unexpected, Cheng Mo's mind was racing, and he said lightly: "I like to read, and I also like beautiful women, such as ...... like Miss Ayala" Saying that, he moved his gaze to Ayala behind Beret.

It just so happened that Ayala was also looking at him, and the two of them looked at each other at an altitude of more than two hundred meters. Cheng Mo took the opportunity to observe Ayala's micro-expression, although her expression did not reveal any emotion, the muscles at the corners of her mouth and eyes were still in a tense state, Cheng Mo was sure that he seemed to have discovered something unbelievable.

"Like Ayala? can't be called a hobby!" Beret said in a deep voice.

If he didn't trust his own judgment, Cheng Mo might think that Beret's majesty was a little angry, but Cheng Mo believed in his own judgment, he smiled and said, "Lord Beret, forgive me for being rude, at first you said that we know each other is the basis of friendship, but I still don't know your gender, at first because of the sculpture at the door, I thought you should be a woman, but now I am puzzled, I don't know if you are willing to tell me your gender?"

Before Beret could speak, Ayala frowned and preemptively said, "Mr. Abdul, your question is so unreasonable! If you want to disrespect Lord Beret like this, then this dinner will be over." ”

"Am I unreasonable or are the Ayala guards unreasonable?" or are you Hydra unreasonable?" Cheng Mo sneered, "I came here with sincerity, but you used me as a tool for the Turing test?"

When Cheng Mo said the words "Turing test", the chef in the top hat slice the sashimi under the knife a little thicker, so that the back of the tuna, which should have been thinly sliced, became a thick cut.

As for Beret, who was sitting across from Cheng Mo, he seemed to be completely incomprehensible to the bad atmosphere at the moment, and he asked, "Why do you think this is a Turing test?"

Cheng Mo didn't answer the demon god Beret, to be precise, it should be the robot Beret, he just looked at Ayala standing behind him and sneered. The reason why Cheng Mo is so stubborn is because he guesses that Ayala is the actual controller of Hydra, and the real demon god Beret should be the same as Dr. Charlie, who has no interest in handling these tedious things.

This is really "Saion lost his horse and knows whether it is a blessing", although he did not see the real demon god Ayala, but he met Ayala who also knew the inside story, Ayala is a better object to control than the demon god Byret, the demon god Beret He is still worried that he can't beat it, but if it is Ayala, he has no worries about this at all, as long as he is sure that the demon god Beret is not nearby.

Ayala obviously didn't expect Cheng Mo, who had something to ask for, to dare to get angry, she sneered and said: "You are just a little trainee doctor, inviting you to come over is to give you a chance, since you don't cherish it yourself, then this meeting is over, as for the young animal missile, you don't want to be delusional!"

Cheng Mo pretended to be threatened, and said with some anger: "You guys are doing this too much, let me see Lord Beret." ”

"I'm Berret, you shouldn't doubt it. Robot Beret still insisted in his hard, metallic voice.

Cheng Mo ignored it completely, still just looking at Ayala.

Ayala scoffed at Cheng Mo's anger: "Do you think Lord Beret will meet anyone at will?" It's good to be able to let you see No. 7, originally you were a little patient and help us do the Turing test, maybe Lord Beret will give you a chance to meet, but your recklessness ruined this opportunity, and now, I want to tell you that there is no business to talk about, no matter how many contribution points you make, it can't be recovered!" Ayala turned her head to look at the man in charge of bartending, and said loudly: " Midani, notify the console, now turn the magic carpet back. ”

Cheng Mo judged from Ayala's speed of speech and unhesitating answer that the demon god Beret was not remotely commanding behind his back, it seems that this "Turing test" is under Ayala's full command, and the demon god Beret himself is definitely not in the headquarters, if he is here, he will definitely preside over such an interesting thing himself.

So Cheng Mo didn't hesitate, he unfastened the seat belt tied around his waist, stood up with the metal table, moved a little, reached out and grabbed the walkie-talkie in the hand of the bartender who was not far from him, Cheng Mo's movements were as fast as lightning, and the bartender called Midani almost did not react. Cheng Mo stared at Ayala with the walkie-talkie and said, "Miss Ayala, it's not a simple matter to go back like this. ”

When Cheng Mo finished speaking, Midani realized that the walkie-talkie in his hand was gone, and he turned his head to look at Cheng Mo with a look of surprise.

Ayala, who was standing behind the robot Berette, smiled coldly, and quickly took out a strangely shaped silver pistol from under her skirt, the pistol has no barrel, only two flat rectangular silver steel channels, the middle of the steel groove flashes with countless faint blue light spots, and there is a sniper rifle scope on the top of the steel tank, Ayala took this futuristic pistol and pointed it at Cheng Mo's eyebrows and said: "Don't think that if you are a doctor, I won't dare to kill you, now sit back obediently for me." ”

Cheng Mo glanced at the peculiar pistol in Ayala's hand, and guessed that it was Ou Yu's new weapon, a laser gun with great lethality, this kind of gun can be extremely effective in consuming the energy shield of the carrier, and even break through the energy shield in the case of continuous shooting at close range, and the damage to the carrier is much more than that of ordinary firearms.

Cheng Mo didn't intend to give Ayala a chance to shoot, so he jumped up without hesitation, jumped over the table like a leopard, which was not too long, and pounced on Ayala who was facing him. The force used by Cheng Mo in this leap was too great, and suddenly only the glass platform tied to a steel cable in the middle swayed slightly in the void like a swing......

The chef with the knife in his hand hurriedly threw away the knife in his hand and grabbed the table screaming. The bartender Midani's reaction was always half a beat slow, and he subconsciously opened his mouth wide and looked at Cheng Mo, whose entire body had crossed the table, with incredible eyes.