Yi Heye scoffed: "You brought it on yourself."
But despite saying that, the next second there was a "ding-dong" and he called 250—in order to thoroughly ridicule him from every angle, Yi Heye was willing to spend a little more money unnecessarily.
A moment later, they set off.
Yi Heye sat in the passenger seat, watching the car wings slowly unfold. The view from the aerial driveway was enough for him to have a bird's-eye view of the entire city.
Beneath their feet, skyscrapers, light rail trams, and pedestrians—everything moves in a hurried and orderly fashion, not slowing down even for the death of a young girl.
The cold wind whistled past, and his earlobes, where he had his ears pierced, stung with pain, which once again aroused him with a shameful excitement, a physiological excitement that he could not control.
In truth, this level of pain was no longer enough for him. But he still subconsciously glanced down to make sure there was really "no reaction" before letting out a sigh of relief and leaning back in his seat.
He looked up and met Jian Yunxian's gaze. At that moment, Yi Heye was like a teenager caught in the act of fantasizing, and he turned his face away in a flustered and embarrassed manner.
His mind flashed through all the times he had suffered at the hands of this man, and at this moment, his patience with this guy had reached its limit.
“I advise you to quickly remove this human skin and then obediently wait for me to come and take your head.” Yi Heye warned him almost through gritted teeth, “I will soon be cleared of suspicion, and you can’t escape.”
Jian Yunxian adjusted her glasses and said slowly, "Darling, there's a question I've always wanted to ask you."
Did you know that some AIs don't actually know they are AIs?
At first glance, Jian Yunxian's words seemed like an attempt to exonerate himself, but Yi Heye had a bad feeling.
Sure enough, in the rearview mirror, Jian Yunxian's glasses frame reflected an unbridled danger. Every time this happened, Yi Heye felt that he was not a sheep, but more like a cold and venomous snake.
“They are stubborn and inflexible, extremely lack empathy, lack necessary social relationships, and also have significant problems with emotional feelings and expression.”
As Jian Yunxian drove slowly and methodically, he said unhurriedly:
"Mr. Yi, hasn't anyone ever told you that you're actually quite like an AI?"
Author's Note:
Wild treasure, there's a big problem.
Chapter 10, No. 010
Although Yi Heye had tried to prepare himself mentally, he still felt immense fear when the question came out of Jian Yunxian's mouth.
He didn't know what he was afraid of, he only knew that his fingertips had gone cold—clearly, this question touched on the most hidden self-doubt in his subconscious.
But in just a moment, he managed to regain his composure.
As if forcing himself to stay upright, Yi Heye sneered: "Do you psychologists really like this kind of distorting the truth?"
Jian Yunxian raised the corners of her mouth and smiled somewhat helplessly.
Yi Heye hated seeing that expression on his face, so he turned his face away sharply, not wanting to look at this infuriating bastard anymore.
He simply lowered his head, fiddled with the communicator for a bit, and sent out two photos.
Jian Yunxian glanced at him and asked, "Did you send the photos to Officer Pei?"
Yi Heye propped his head up and looked out the window: "AI is so convenient. It can easily hack into other people's phones and steal their information."
Jian Yunxian said helplessly, "It's your own fault for not storing it properly. You can get a different privacy screen next time."
Yi Heye ignored him and started making tomorrow's hunting plan in his notebook—his information access had been revoked, so he had to return to the most primitive working mode.
But that doesn't matter, because the Gold Medal Hunter didn't build his reputation on these things.
Jian Yun asked with a smile, "What are the plans now?"
Yi Heye was engrossed in his notes when it took him a long time to come back to his senses: "Go home. I need to be asleep before 10:30."
“Okay,” Jian Yunxian said. “As long as you don’t time your schedule to watch pornographic shows, your sleep schedule is quite healthy.”
Yi Heye reached out and began to gesture which finger he was going to break this time.
Jian Yunxian then obediently shut his mouth.
Yi Heye was driven directly to his doorstep in Jian Yunxian's car. As Yi Heye turned into the dark stairwell, the sound of the luxury car gradually faded into the distance.
After confirming that Jian Yunxian had left, Yi Heye immediately turned on his earpiece: "Can you locate me?"
"Okay, the coordinates are already moving." Song Zhouzhou's voice came through. "The recording and video will be sent to your phone. I won't worry about the rest."
Yi Heye looked at the screen and saw the miniature camera he had attached to the wool. He could vaguely capture Jian Yunxian's slender figure and hear the roar of the luxury car's engine.
Yi Heye had always been ashamed of spying and eavesdropping, but when he thought of SHEEP, who was always around him, he felt that this was just an eye for an eye.
This time, he was determined to find evidence that Jian Yunxian was an AI, so that he would never have the chance to frame him again.
Back home, Yi Heye quickly connected to the large projection screen—he wanted to pay attention to every detail on the screen from every angle, and he wouldn't miss any corner where he could crush Jian Yunxian.
By this time, Xiao Yunduo should have already climbed into the passenger seat, and from this angle, she could just see Jian Yunxian's profile.
Jian Yunxian was driving intently, the evening breeze ruffling the stray hairs on his forehead, and the flashing neon lights making his profile even more striking.
His facial features are truly perfect; there is almost no flaw in them.
Although Yi Heye didn't want to admit it, this was one of the reasons he had become suspicious in the first place—could there really be someone who was completely flawless? He didn't believe it from the bottom of his heart.
At this moment, Jian Yunxian was leisurely chatting with Xiaoyunduo in the scene, and Yi Heye, afraid of missing any news, pricked up his ears to listen.
Jian Yunxian: "Do you think there are really any young people who go to bed before 10:30 these days?"
Little Cloud: "Meow."
Although there was only one "meh," Yi Heye could still vaguely hear three parts mockery, two parts indifference, and five parts nonchalance in it.
Sure enough, Jian Yun chuckled, "You're right, he must be in a hurry to get home and watch adult movies."
Yi Heye's expression immediately fell, and he wished he could reach into the screen and twist that guy's thin neck.
Little Cloud: "Meow?"
"That's not necessarily true," Jian Yun chuckled. "Some AIs will go to any lengths to impersonate humans."
Yi Heye frowned, eager to hear how he would introduce himself.
"For example, using batteries with a lifespan equal to that of humans can perfectly avoid charging while also simulating the human physiological cycle."
"The internal structure of these AIs usually mimics humans as much as possible, so they have physiological needs such as eating and sleeping," Jian Yunxian said slowly. "If some of the demand parameters are not set properly, they may become like this one, sensitive and strange."
Having been subtly insulted again, Yi Heye was furious. Just as he clenched his fist, Jian Yunxian spoke again.
“And nowadays, AI is really good at simulating emotions.” Jian Yunxian chuckled. “Programs that can only express simple anger and rage were probably phased out by the last century—but these are things that can’t be hidden when interacting with people, and those around them will notice them to some extent.”
If the previous definitions about physiology seemed like mere sophistry to Yi Heye, this section about emotions left him bewildered once again.
Yi Heye pondered for a long time before dialing Xiaoming's number: "Hello?"
This was the first time Xiaoming had received a call from Yi Heye, and he couldn't hide his excitement: "What's wrong? Ye Bao? What do you need?"
Yi Heye frowned, and after a long while, asked with great displeasure, "Do I look like an AI?"
Xiaoming: "Huh? Huh?"
Not receiving a positive response immediately made Yi Heye feel even worse.
"I don't know, Wild Treasure," Xiao Ming said in a panic. "I only know that you are my master."
Yi Heye irritably hung up the call.
He recalled that Song Zhouzhou once told him that the only reason he wasn't afraid to be with Yi Heye was because he wasn't much different from his computer machines.
Yi Heye felt a slight numbness at the back of his tongue. He peeled a milk tablet and placed it on the back of his tongue. The rich milky aroma enveloped him, and his emotions slowly calmed down.
I've experienced firsthand how this sheep demon can deceive people with his words. How could I be so easily fooled by him?
Now they should be finding evidence of his AI themselves.
Looking up, I saw a person and a sheep sitting in the car, with the wind whistling in their faces.
They drove through the streets of District D, then unfolded their wing at a stop in the middle of the street—judging from the direction they were going, this person should live in District A, a mysterious city that only the top elites of society can freely enter and exit.
Yi Heye then remembered that this person's public identity was a professor at University A, a detestable yet glamorous upper-class person.
But he really didn't expect that Jian Yunxian had become so successful that he lived in District A. After all, even his superior, the head of the entire Artificial Intelligence Administration, could only afford to buy a top-notch high-rise apartment in the best part of District B.
The camera's field of view is very limited, and it can't capture the whole picture of Area A at all. But even that glimpse reveals a world of difference between Area A and the garbage dump of Area D.
There shouldn't be any large factories that emit pollution there, nor any slums that are everywhere, and there aren't even many high-rise buildings that block out the sun. Instead, there are only villas and gardens that squander every inch of land.
Jian Yunxian lived in a secluded private residence.
Yi Heye hadn't seen such a detached villa in a long time.
It's important to understand that in District D, where urban expansion is most severe, buildings are stacked one on top of another until they reach the sky. It's common to see buildings that have already been topped out being added to. The entire city is patched up like this, like a patient covered in wounds, barely clinging to life.
This makes the detached villa even more rare and precious.
In the video, Jian Yunxian pushes open the courtyard door, and through the fragmented footage, Yi Heye can vaguely see an exquisite retro courtyard.
There are no smart devices here that Yi Heye dislikes. All the decorations retain the most original handcrafted techniques. There are even tree species that seem to be endangered due to severe pollution, firmly occupying the center of the courtyard, proud and lonely.
Rather than calling it the home of a rich man, it's more like an Eden preserved intact from the past.
It took Yi Heye a full five seconds to recover from such a fatal attraction. His gaze continued to follow the man in front of him as he slowly pushed open the main door of the villa.
The interior was equally unusual, lacking the expected high-tech ambiance. Instead, it retained the most primitive and rustic elements—wooden tables and chairs, exquisite chandeliers, physical mechanical door locks, and a quietly extinguished fireplace…
Yi Heye wanted to see more clearly, but Xiaoyunduo walked with a limp, and the camera shook so much that he almost got carsick.
Until a door opened, Little Cloud squeezed in first, found a corner by the table, and happily crawled down, sticking her bottom out to charge.
Only then could Yi Heye see Jian Yunxian clearly again—this person was picking and choosing among the bookshelves that covered an entire wall.
Yi Heye was deeply shocked to see an entire wall of bookshelves still visible.
In this age of digital explosion, paper books have almost disappeared; such a scene is now only seen in history museums.
Yi Heye looked at the rows of books, but his gaze was soon drawn to the man's slender fingers.
It was this finger that had once caressed his prosthetic limb, leaving behind his false body temperature in the second most sensitive part of his body, after a certain other spot.
Thinking of this, Yi Heye felt his left arm burning uncomfortably again.
This momentary lapse in concentration disrupted his train of thought, and he could only pound his left arm twice in a self-destructive manner, the dull pain exploding in his mind at 2.5 times the intensity.
His face turned pale instantly, and he slumped onto the table, panting heavily. Only when the edge of the table was soaked with cold sweat did he lift his head and barely manage to concentrate.