[Quick Transmigration] A report on the adaptation of an AI to society

"I've done everything." You close your eyes, put the barrel of the gun to your forehead, like a devout prayer: "Father, I found my enemy, but I can't kill him—because I don't want to be like him people,"

"There is no follow-up, my hatred, my life, and I have no reason to continue. My soul has long been taken away. The merciful God has left me with enough time. So, father, please give me Save this sinner a place in heaven, after all God says suicide is sinful."

"It's just delayed the burial process for 12 years." You muttered, putting the gun to your temple: "I'm tired."

- BadEnding Depression

A muffled gunshot sounded in the bedroom, and Crohn's pupils suddenly constricted, he clenched his hands, stepped back to gather strength, and slammed open the door brutally.The master bedroom on the second floor does not have large windows for lighting like the guest rooms, so the visibility in the room is very low when there is no light, but Crone still saw Lin Fengmian in the blood at a glance.He leaned against the bed quietly, his black hair was scattered on the side of his face, and his eyelashes drooped weakly.

Crane can no longer see those beautiful eyes. Lin Fengmian has always praised Crane for having pigeon blood-red eyes, but his eyes are the most beautiful, like the night sky full of stars.When Crone was still a black bird, this silent Asian agent stared up at him in the abandoned reinforced concrete. At that moment, the black bird fell into this eternal night, like a bird easily captured by the sky, Who is whose prey?

Crane picked up Lin Fengmian, walked outside, stepped on the creaking wooden floor, stepped on the dry street, stepped on the steps, and finally stood on the cement edge of the top floor.The scenery in the heights is extremely beautiful. Klauen likes the night, and the night is the fig leaf for everything. Everything ugly and beautiful can be easily buried by these few hours, but at this moment, Klauen has no time to care about the bright neon lights or the dark In the dark night, he just looked at the person in his arms tenderly. This guy really loves face, but now he allows himself to die without dignity. Why, why does he not love himself so much?

The black sparrow has seen different nights alone. The blackness of the night is often associated with death. Crows are painted on the wall in the night, and the black sparrow reaps sins at night.But there are few nights like these few days, when there is a burning love and pain that can burn everything.Kraun thought he had conquered death. Starting from forgetting the past, no cruel sacrifice could touch him. But at this moment, he tasted the helplessness and pain that he had long forgotten. The gore smell told him the man would never wake up.These hands can create death, but they can't stop it. All Crohn can do is hug Lin Fengmian and kiss his still soft lips.

"I wanted to bring you here a few days ago and share this view with you."

"Have you noticed? Our stories seem to happen at night, Fengmian. I met you at night, fell in love with you at night, and got you at night. In the end, losing you is too fast, right? Like a dream."

"I did something wrong. I shouldn't have started all this. Our acquaintance was wrong. Is the truth so important? I just want you to live, Fengmian, I just want you to live..."

The man stood on the top of the building and spoke words that only he could hear. The night wind crushed the syllables, just like every sentence that was put into it.