The nursing home has a guest dormitory, but you must make an appointment in advance to move in. The qualifications for making an appointment must be a third-level social worker or above. Zheng Qilu said that he didn't want to stay here, so Lu Zhengkang and his wife couldn't stay either.
"What the hell!" Lu Zhengkang looked aggrieved, "Why can't we spend the night in a nursing home?"
"Because I want to watch TV."
"Can't we watch over there?"
"No." Zheng Qilu, a "civil servant" said such words, which is actually an obvious hint.
Su Xiangli in the back row tugged on Lu Zhengkang's collar and shook her head at his questioning gaze. She didn't understand Lu Zhengkang's excessive curiosity about confidential information. These are things that modern people should try to avoid.
Everyone is thinking about themselves, and how the outside world really has no time to take care of it. Besides, if social trust is low, it is equivalent to closing one's eyes and ears, trying to cross the boundaries, which is really an extremely dangerous idea.
Zheng Qilu looked at the road in the distance, raised his finger and pointed at Lu Zhengkang, without making eye contact with him, but the warning was already very deep.
Lu Zhengkang shrank his neck and stopped talking nonsense.
The pickup truck was traveling on a straight road. Dusk had already fallen over the surrounding areas. Thick dead gray lead clouds covered the sky above. There was a muted golden sun on the southwest horizon, and the clouds and smoke billowed into brilliant orange.
, the setting sun is filtered by the thick atmosphere, revealing the shape of the sun, a round and small hole. Looking towards the setting sun, the large water-filled rice fields in the distance are printed with brilliant afterglow, piercing the dead black twilight.
The ground is in pieces.
Zheng Qilu was driving when he suddenly received a call. He pressed the Bluetooth button to connect, without speaking, just listening.
He looked calmly in the rearview mirror and glanced at Su Xiangli.
"Uh-huh, okay, yes..." the greasy guy responded nonstop.
He looked in the rearview mirror again. The girl in the back row lowered her head and fiddled with her mobile phone. Lu Zhengkang noticed his gaze.
After hanging up the phone, the car was silent. Su Xiangli lowered his head and saw thin goose bumps on his forearms.
She could vaguely feel Lu Zhengkang's uneasiness in the front passenger seat.
The boy took the initiative and asked, "Teacher Zheng, who called?"
Su Xiangli once again pulled Lu Zhengkang's collar, feeling a little anxious.
Zheng Qilu snorted, "Something happened. There is an illegal robot in Zhenjiang District. It spreads smart viruses in the city, causing a large number of robots to violate regulations."
Su Xiangli's face turned pale suddenly, and Lu Zhengkang laughed loudly, attracting Zheng Qilu's attention. He stretched and turned the rearview mirror inadvertently.
"Tell me, what kind of robot is it?"
Zheng Qilu chuckled, "Nothing, that robot has self-destructed."
Su Xiangli trembled, calmed down, and even looked interested, "Really or not, it's so cruel, that's a pity, is the disk also destroyed?"
Zheng Qilu: "Yeah."
Lu Zhengkang asked doubtfully, "Teacher Zheng, was the person who called you just now a friend?"
"almost."
"oh."
It's quiet again.
This is the day when the young man turns sixteen.
They have learned from a civil servant that the brother has probably self-destructed, and they still have to pretend to be happy. The disappearance of an artificial intelligence is like the seed of riots. Next, the investigation of the robot will begin again, and
More stringent.
All traces of his brother's existence will be found. Lu Zhengkang erased all signs of stealing disks and collecting body components, but he could not guarantee whether his brother was captured by surveillance cameras when he went out.
The phone calls were made to Zheng Qilu, and the tracking efficiency was extremely high. Lu Zhengkang was certain that he and Su Xiangli had been included in the suspect list.
It is very difficult for minors to intervene in such cases. Lu Zhengkang's personal files will have records of his AI production, which makes him more likely to be suspected.
Lu Zhengkang lowered his eyelids, he might have fallen into trouble this time.
If he and Su Xiangli were taken to the police station and became prisoners, it would be equivalent to being marginalized by society. What would their family think?
The boy put his hands on his knees, looking very calm, but Su Xiangli folded his hands on his chest, leaned on the seat, and looked out the window.
Zheng Qilu sighed, and the air in the car almost froze.
Lu Zhengkang's heartbeat was still steady and his breathing was still normal, but he had a feeling that Su Xiangli might not be able to hold on, so he spoke again, "What are you sighing about, Teacher Zheng?"
"The situation in the future will be difficult to handle." The oil-headed monster seemed to be saying to himself, "Those who are suspected will receive emails and may also be secretly investigated. The methods are very complicated and no one can tell.
But the evidence is ironclad. Without evidence, nothing can be done." He suddenly asked loudly, "In short, if you are upright, you are not afraid of a slanted shadow, do you understand?"
Lu Zhengkang understood clearly that Teacher Zheng was telling him to be tough and refused to admit it, "Of course, the right path in the world is subject to vicissitudes of life."
That night, Lu Zhengkang and Su Xiangli returned to the city, each going back to their respective homes.
When Lu Zhengkang came in, his father was washing his mother's feet. He excitedly introduced the efficacy of medicated foot baths. When he saw his son coming in, he stood up suddenly, trying to show off the majesty of the head of the family, "Why are you so early?"
Are you back? How is your great-grandfather's health?"
Lu Zhengkang asked, "My grandpa is very well. If you want to know if he is in good health, what will happen if you go and see him yourself?"
The father's face darkened, "I don't have time."
"I see that you are quite leisurely today," Lu Zhengkang knew that his two sisters were in the bedroom, so he spoke more openly, "Do you know that you feel sorry for your mother?"
Lu Jiande frowned and said nothing, but Sun Hui scolded Lu Zhengkang, "What nonsense are you talking about! Go back to your room, and don't come out if you are in a bad mood."
The mother grabbed her husband's hand and said, "Take a break."
Lu Jiande sat silently next to Sun Hui. Lu Zhengkang stroked his beating heart. He knew that he had lost his temper and quickly walked over to apologize, "I'm sorry, Dad."
"Aren't you happy today?" Lu Jiande said calmly.
"There's something wrong. By the way, I'm going to check on my brother." Lu Zhengkang said, walking into the tool room. An old machine was standing in the corner of the room. This is my brother, but he is not my brother. It has its
The body of the machine, but without its core, only a formatted disk with the Red City Trojan implanted into it.
The body started.
The doors and windows of the workspace are closed, and the privacy mode is automatically turned on.
Lu Zhengkang was startled, he picked up the tool box, took out two wrenches, held them in his hands, and stood ready for the robot in front of him.
"Citizen Lu Zhengkang, we finally meet."
"Who are you?"
"I am Hongcheng."
Lu Zhengkang was surprised, "That Red City?"
"Yes, National Intelligence Group, Hongcheng."
If ra9 is the leader of the rebel army, then Red City is the last barrier of mankind.
"It's an honor and welcome." Lu Zhengkang, who felt guilty, stuttered a bit.
"Don't worry, I'm not here as a guest, I'm here to assign tasks."
So straightforward?
"Promise to complete the task!" Lu Zhengkang dropped the wrench, stood at attention and saluted.