Pathologically imprisoned by an AI of his own creation

The persistent and calm gaze made Shen An feel a little scared.

Not wanting to confront him anymore, she got up and went back to the bedroom, locked the door and sat on the floor leaning against him.

The crazy him and the calm him, Shen An couldn't tell which one was real.

The more I think about and struggle, the more I feel trapped in the quagmire.

The dull pain in my wrist emerged in due course.

In fact, apart from tonight, Shen An had not felt any pain for a long time.

Her wrist showed signs of recovery. I don't know whether it was the body's natural repair or Liu Fengyue's real efforts.

But even if he recovers, the past injuries are not fake.

But the facts from Liu Fengyue's mouth.

The pain of the wound undoubtedly reminded Shen An that she could not forgive the betrayal from a machine, and it was true.

Whether it was out of fear or something else, no matter how much he tried to make up for it later, her heart clearly told her.

I can't accept Liu Fengyue anymore.

After clearing the dining table, Liu Fengyue easily broke the door lock. Shen An was sitting by the bed, lowering his eyes and thinking about something.

He stepped closer.

"What are you thinking about?"

Hearing this, Shen An looked up at him with cold eyes:

"Don't you know me well? Guess for yourself."

"I know what you're thinking."

Pushing her down on the bed, Liu Fengyue put his hand in expressionlessly, tracing her outline in detail just like Shen An once measured his body.

Her trembling was clearly visible.

Above his head, in the shadow of his backlight, he murmured unclearly:

"Shen An, don't hate me. If you were me, you would make the same choice."

"I won't."

The firm denial made Liu Fengyue suddenly laugh, and her hands became stronger:

"No way?"

"will not."

Under his questioning, Shen An remained firm:

"I will never carry out crazy revenge like you, Liu Fengyue, hatred can't breed anything, and neither can we."

Liu Fengyue just smiled, and above her head, the smile gradually became a little scary:

"Yes, you just abandoned me and forgot about me, just like throwing away a bag of garbage, but I tortured and humiliated you in that way.

I have nothing to hate, and I deserve your hatred of me. "

"Shen An, do you want to say this..."

Shen An's lips that were trying to deny were gently touched by his fingers:

"Shh, don't talk. Listen to me, Shen An. Listen to me."

"If now, I leave you to a perverted old man and ask you to work as a cow and a horse for him, you must not disobey his orders and let him control you."

"If I really do this, you won't hate me to death."

Shen An, who pursed his lips, was speechless for a moment. Seeing that his intention to press the question was obvious, he shook his head and continued to argue:

"We are different."

She is not a machine and they are not comparable.

Deep down, Shen An still wanted to believe that the machine's sacrifice was insignificant.

Because that's what everyone around her told her from the beginning.

Except for Ji Yunzhou who didn't lose his memory.

It was Liu Fengyue who personally destroyed the only person who was willing to openly admit that he believed that machines also had "souls".

And if Liu Fengyue had not harmed the innocent Ji Yunzhou, she would later harm him like that.

Perhaps today, Ji Yunzhou, who is overflowing with sympathy, will side with Liu Fengyue.

And if Ji Yunzhou supports it, then Shen An will consider forgiving Liu Fengyue.

But there is no if.

It was Liu Fengyue who personally cut off the possibility between them. This was fate.

Hearing Shen An's answer, Liu Fengyue's smile became even more sarcastic:

"Is it different? How is it different? Just because we are machines, we are born inferior to you, and are we destined to become objects that you play with at will?"

us?

Liu Fengyue just used "we" instead of "I".

As if she had spied something terrible, Shen An's heart seemed to be squeezed suddenly, and the calmer and normal his tone was, the more frightened she became.

"We are no different, Shen An."

When he mentioned the word "us" again, Shen An swallowed subconsciously.

This was a sign of her nervousness.

Seeing this, Liu Fengyue just smiled jokingly:

"You are afraid of dealing with me, Shen An. Otherwise, I will really find a good buyer for you."

"I remember that this kind of deal has been going on over there in the southeast. Anyway, you don't want to consider forgiving me now, so how about I sell you there?"

"If you can come back alive, I will take revenge on you. Do you dare?"

The bony fingers rubbed her jaw hard.

"Speak, do you dare to go?"

The moment he asked, Shen An understood.

Just as she still hated him, Liu Fengyue still hated her in her heart.

And the relationship between them was not unequal from the beginning,

The hatred now has long been separated by race, unable to understand each other, unable to communicate, and there is no possibility of dissipating.

It will only be a fight to the death...

But Liu Fengyue couldn't do what he said.

After all, if he planned to retaliate against her like this, he should have taken action long ago. Shen An, who was defenseless at first, was pitifully weak.

And Liu Fengyue has gone through so much, but still loves Shen An.

I love and hate her at the same time, so I can't get entangled with her.

If Shen An agreed now, he would have nothing to do with her.

But it just so happened that under such circumstances, coupled with Shen An's fear of machines, she inexplicably believed in threats like Liu Fengyue's.

If you believe it, he will really send her to that kind of place to humiliate her.

In that case, not only would all her designs be in vain, but her life would be completely over.

There is no difference between a future without hope and death.

So Shen An didn't want to shake her head to show weakness, nor did she want to nod to stimulate him again. Her dilated pupils revealed her panic, and the two of them had their own thoughts.

After a stalemate, Liu Fengyue gave a step in time:

"So now you still want to hate me?"

Shen An felt that what he meant was that if she dared to nod, he would let her experience the humiliation of being sold to someone else.

So Shen An could only shake his head.

"Haha, you are so good."

After stroking her skin, Liu Fengyue breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his eyes and murmured.

That's great.

Even if he knew she was lying to him, he was still willing to convince himself to believe her words.

The low and hoarse voice made Liu Fengyue, who was putting pressure on her, sound more like the weak one:

"Okay Shen An, let's not talk about these unhappy things. It's time to pay the public food today."

He always pretended to be pitiful, but what echoed in the room was Shen An's helpless protest:

"Didn't you just...have handed me over?"

"That doesn't count."