Your AI is online

"I am a defective product to be destroyed."

Osamu Dazai had already guessed.

"Artificial intelligence" emerges endlessly in all kinds of film and television literary works, and what they have in common is powerful data analysis and processing capabilities, as well as absolute rationality that will not be influenced by sensibility.

For the above two points, Ling Ling is a half-bad guy.

Especially the latter, not to mention rationality, zero-zero mental retardation can drive people crazy.

Naturally, her database and analysis system are fine, and she surprised Osamu Dazai when she first saw her, but her ability to handle events can make Osamu Dazai mad.

Take a chestnut: On a certain day in a certain year and a certain month, Osamu Dazai fell ill.

On an ordinary rainy day, Osamu Dazai, who entered the water normally, fell into an ordinary illness.

The black-haired boy lay listlessly on the bed, wrapped himself in a quilt like a silkworm baby, held a thermometer in his mouth, and replaced the bandage on his forehead with a fever-reducing patch of the same color.

"38.5°C," Lingling said heavily, "it's hopeless, let's bury it."

"I think I can still save it," Dazai Osamu said weakly, "Although it's good to just die like this, but what I yearn for is a refreshing and energetic self-shark, and I don't like a painful death."

And it's embarrassing to die like this, he had a premonition that he would be ridiculed to death by those who knew him.

Lingling was moved by Osamu Dazai's desire to survive, and full of passion, she used the WIFI of the Maori Detective Agency next door to search the Internet for cures for fever.

As we all know, water will boil at [-] degrees, and people will die at [-] degrees.

Lingling's original "It's hopeless, let's bury it" was just a nonsense to enliven the atmosphere, but when she carefully studied the treatment plan given to her by online diagnosis from netizens, the strong little girl couldn't help but her eyes were red.

"Master, hold on, Lingling will save you!" Lingling wiped away tears, "I read online that Master must amputate to save his life. Don't hesitate, let's start the operation!"

Osamu Dazai, who was lying on the bed and about to fall asleep, was woken up by her words.

what are you saying?Where did the quack come from to kill him?Report your name, that guy will lose his head tomorrow.

"...How do you want to do the surgery?" After the shock, Osamu Dazai couldn't hide his curiosity and asked, "Zero-chan can't come to reality, right?"

Although it is quite convenient to stay in the mobile phone, Osamu Dazai occasionally wonders, if Ling Ling can come to reality, will something more interesting happen?

Is her skin warm and soft like humans, or is it cold and hard like metal?Can hair color and eye color still be switched with one click like now?It's great to save money on buying contact lenses and dyes.

"I can come to reality," Lingling gave Osamu Dazai a strange look, "it can be done in black soil, why can't Lingling be excellent?"

"Really?" Osamu Dazai wrapped himself in the quilt, put his hands on the edge of the quilt, and poked his head expectantly, "I want to see! Zero-chan becomes one!"

"It's not enough now, the master doesn't have enough drills." Lingling said mercilessly, "Don't even think about whoring for nothing! The body is bought with money!"

Osamu Dazai: Is there something wrong with that?How did I change color?

"If you can save diamonds for your body, why does Zero-chan always support me to draw cards?" Osamu Dazai asked puzzled.

"Because, the system will open the trading bar for body exchange only when all five sets of SSR costumes have been collected." Lingling looked at her master with pity, and changed into a coaxing tone, "Don't worry, let's take our time."

Both "Good Luck Comes" and "Great Compassion Curse" tactics have failed, next time she will try "Fighting the Landlord" to see if she can change her luck.

Isn't this just calling him wrong in disguise!Dazai Osamu bit the corner of the quilt and said it in a tactful tone, but it was useless!His pride was hurt!

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Osamu Dazai turned his back to Ling Ling, leaving only the back of her head, expressing the meaning of "I don't want to talk to you anymore".

Looking at the wayward master with sorrow, the loyal minister advised: "Master, sleep after the amputation? It will be too late if it is too late." I will die!

"Don't tell horror stories in a flat tone." Osamu Dazai slapped the phone under his body and hypnotized himself: "Don't listen, don't listen, bastard chant sutras! I'm going to sleep zzzzzzz"

Ling Ling's world became dark again, and she anxiously circled on the beach: "How can you hide your illness and avoid medical treatment! Let Heitu amputate his master's limbs before going to sleep, click soon!"

What!You actually want to let a dog bite him, you cruel AI with vicious thoughts!

This is not only a physical blow to him, but also a blow to his spirit!

Osamu Dazai shuddered, stuffed the phone under the pillow and pressed it with his head to physically isolate Lingling from the persecution.

Ling Ling crouched in Dazai Osamu's cell phone, puzzled, she didn't understand why the master resisted seeing a doctor so much, did he have something to hide?

"This is not possible." The little girl was worried, and she sent countless "Shocked!Ten unhealthy habits of contemporary young people, how many have you caught? ", "99% of people don't know that these kinds of foods will die if mixed together", "Remedies from the mysterious ancient village: the secret of not going bald"...

Osamu Dazai, whose screen was smashed by the marketing account the next day: Baidu, one-click uninstall.

With such a retarded artificial intelligence, Osamu Dazai is not at all surprised by the fact that Zero Zero is a defective product.

Just as he guessed from Zero Zero's name: she is number zero, the original creation.

It is the first ray of dawn before a miracle is born, and it is a treasure that has been entrusted with all the hard work and love.

It is a stepping stone and consumable for the finished product, and it is a failed work that the maker finally chose to give up.

To be loved and to be abandoned like a bag.

Not needed by anyone.

"No one wants me, and you don't want anyone."

"So we are a match made in heaven."

"Is that why Zero-chan chose to touch me?" Osamu Dazai sighed helplessly facing the unfamiliar Ling Ling.

He rubbed his temples with a headache, "Really, it's all about grabbing and selling."

"Well, it can't be undone after the binding anyway. What else can I do, let's make do with it." Dazai Osamu poked Zero Zero's face, "I don't like mechanical sounds, Zero Sauce quickly change it back."

What he said was normal, as if that scene just now had never happened.

"There is a charge for loading the voice pack." Ling Ling blinked, and regained his vigor, "Master has been whoring for nothing for a long time."

"I can't help it. In order to change Ling Ling's clothes, all my diamonds have been used up by drawing cards." Osamu Dazai innocently took out his empty pocket, "I don't have any points."

"... Count it in the novice gift package." Lingling whispered, "There will be no next time."

"Okay, okay." He dared to do it next time.

After this weird "questionnaire survey", Osamu Dazai let himself go more and more in front of Zero Zero, completely no longer concealing his sand sculpture essence.

After working hand in hand with Dazai Osamu to develop the 108 cooking method of poisonous mushrooms, Ling Ling thought that no matter what Dazai Osamu did, she would get used to it, but today she was still overwhelmed by Dazai Osamu's "Hello sister".

Again, Lingling is far less interested in human appearance than in new steam games. No matter how beautiful or ugly, people are just a collection of information in her eyes.

She looked at the age at which Belmode could be Osamu Dazai's aunt, and at the actual underage master, and she deeply understood how complicated human communication is.

Zero Zero: Humans, scary!

No matter what Lingling and Rum think, after the signal of the mysterious dropped Gin is stable, the four-person mahjong meeting organized by the black organization officially begins!

"This is, crab wine?" Belmode heard the dark and sweet "Hello, sister", and looked at Osamu Dazai with his lips curled up.

"When I heard the code name, I thought Rum had lost his mind." She slanted a cigarette between her fingertips, "What a special name."

"Crabs are the best," Dazai Osamu said with a smile, "Although I heard Rum say that Belmode's sister is a movie star, I was still surprised when I saw the real person."

Girls, most of them like to be praised.Belmode heard too much praise from the opposite sex, and wanted to laugh it off, but when he recalled what Gin had said to her, he became thoughtful.

"... Rum obeyed Crab Jiu's words, it sounds incredible, doesn't it? I didn't believe it at first." Gin's voice was slightly distorted on the phone, showing two hoarse, "until I teamed up with him once Task."

"You can't imagine how I felt, I didn't feel like a human being, I felt like a knife."

Gin hid his figure under the obscure lights of the bar, lowered his head to light the pungent tobacco, and held the phone between his shoulders.

The man's thoughts went back to that sunny afternoon, a cleanup operation against other Mafia in Tokyo.

He gathered in the underground parking lot with vodka. It was already past the meeting time but he didn't see Osamu Dazai. Gin knocked on the earphone impatiently: "Crab wine, where are you?"

"I'm at home. You don't want me, who is a junior in physical arts, to go out to work, do you? This is the exploitation of child labor. Absolutely refuse." The clear and bright boyish voice sounded in the communication headset, accompanied by the beating sound of fighting games.

Osamu Dazai's voice was loose, as if it was a big concession to devote part of his attention to Gin: "I really hate brutal violence, and if you can solve it with your brain, don't get blood everywhere-left left! Eat my uppercut!"

"Damn it!" Gin Jiu cursed, and his voice became ruthless, "Don't think that you can do whatever you want because Rum is protecting you. If the mission fails, I'll kill you later."

"It's fierce, it's fierce," Osamu Dazai focused his eyes on the game screen, and fought passionately with the character controlled by Lingling, and the handle clicked: "The conductor doesn't need to be on the scene, just follow the order and do things." Yes. Now take someone to the river mouth, the informant's connection code is 'Krab King', don't remember it wrong."

Gin frowned. His original plan was to clean up the area around the Shinkansen first, but Osamu Dazai chose the opposite location.

"Brother, where are we going now?" Vodka asked the emotionless driving boy, he had to ask the destination before he could start the navigation.

"Go to the river mouth." Gin let go, and he sneered, "If the plan goes wrong, Rum can't keep him."

The clean-up activities led by the top executives of Gin Wine and Crab Wine are almost the biggest task of the organization this year.

Not only the mobilization and cooperation of personnel, the maintenance and supply of weapons, the selection and arrangement of routes, but also the command of the brain above everyone is required.

A pair of invisible hands are pulling countless thin threads, and the whole of Tokyo is being manipulated in the palm of their fingers.

In a place unknown to Gin, orders were issued and executed in an orderly manner. The Porsche 356A drove unimpeded, and Gin did not even encounter a single red light along the way.

All the vehicles and pedestrians in the city made way for him—no, it was the hand above the sky that brushed away all obstacles.

Park, connect, assemble, shoot.

Gin repeats this process mechanically, from one end of the city to the other, from one end to the other.

No need to worry about the ending and the police's tracking, every member of the black organization is a cog in the huge machine, and the assembly line seems to be running quickly.

As a part of the machine, Gin was deprived of the power to think.

He doesn't need to know why he does what he does, he just needs to do it.

Listen to the voice of the demon in the headset and pull the trigger again and again.

"Good boy, very good." The voice is still casual, and the fighting game's blowing sound has been replaced with the sound effect of a small animal that you can't wait to see.

The man who ruled all this like a god didn't give his attention even more to the blood and blood in the city, and seemed to regard it as a boring game.

Osamu Dazai bit his nails and searched for the next pair of animal patterns that could be eliminated with Lingling.He reached out and touched the hair on the head of the hero who provided the real-time map, and made a concluding sentence for this operation that alarmed the police, FBI and CIA but made them unable to start: "Thank you, go and rest."

Following the last sentence, Gin, who was exhausted, leaned against the back seat of the Porsche and fell into a deep sleep.

"...I still remember that day," Gin looked at the scarlet cigarette butt on his fingertips, and the sparks burned his fingertips.

"From the moment Vodka stepped on the gas pedal, every second of the details was calculated by him. No need to think about the reason, no need to think about the retreat, just execute his order. It seems to give life and soul to another person, Being fully controlled, seeing through thoroughly."

"What's even more frightening is that when I regained my senses, I resisted the feeling of losing control, and trembled at Shu Shun, who seemed to be helped by God." Gin crushed the cigarette butts, "I understand the reason why Rum fell, because I am the same."

"Bermode." Gin called her name, "Osamu Dazai, no, Mr. Dazai, he can lead the organization to a new era with a single thought, and he can also make us fall into purgatory forever."

"Although there is no actual name yet, he is the new controller of the organization. There is no doubt about it."

After hanging up the phone with Gin, Belmode held the documents of Osamu Dazai, his eyes full of puzzlement.

Information shows: Osamu Dazai, a dropout and unemployed young man who has just entered adulthood, now lives in a famous haunted house in Mihua Town, Tokyo, living on deposits and takeout.

His only cousin, Tanaka Taro, was a member of the money laundering organization. He tried to defect because of huge profits and deceitful people, but was killed by the Gin Chianti.

Osamu Dazai himself is a special talent secretly cultivated by the former BOSS Renye Karasuma. It may be that his cousin Taro Tanaka recommended him to the organization, or he brought his cousin into the organization. No one knows the relationship.

It's unbelievable that such a person can make Rum be obedient to him and Gin willingly submit to him.

Belmode looked at the cute and lovely Dazai Osamu on the opposite side of the video, with a pale and handsome appearance, a sick aura wrapped in bandages, those lovely thin lips were bent, and his voice was soft and obedient.

No matter how you look at it...it doesn't look like "Mr. Dazai" in the mouth of gin.

If the subordinates of Port Mafia Osamu Dazai knew Belmode's mental activities, they would definitely gather together and cry: That's right!Mr. Dazai's appearance is so deceptive, but his inside is full of black mud!

Don't be fooled by the Appearance Association, he is the holy grail on earth who is better at calculating than devils, scarier than devils, and better at destroying wills than ghosts!

Woohoo, the drooling at Mr. Dazai back then is the muddy stuff in my head today.

If life can be restarted, they will immediately go out to become monks and practice Buddhism, and ignore the disturbances of the world.

"I heard that sister Belmode witnessed the end of "Death of the Nameless". Can you tell me about it? Who is Shuji Tsushima?"

Osamu Dazai asked in a curious tone, "I have been sending people to investigate Shuji Tsushima, but unfortunately there is no result."

"That gentleman also asked us to investigate," Belmode's thoughts couldn't help being dragged into the day of despair again when he mentioned this matter.

She shuddered indistinctly, "There is no result. We can't find anything, whether in reality or on the Internet."

"Didn't you see that play with your own eyes?" Osamu Dazai said softly, with a secret temptation hidden in his voice, "Tell me, what did you see?"

Rum clicked his tongue. He felt that Belmode's expression was not very good-looking, but it was natural for his good brother Crab Wine to ask about the boss, so he didn't open his mouth.

Gin is more familiar with Belmode than rum.He unexpectedly discovered that when Belmode recalled Karasuma Renye's death, what he showed was not anger and desire for revenge, but fear, almost desperate fear.

She fears Shuji Tsushima.

Why?Qin Jiu couldn't figure it out, did hitting the scene of death hit her so hard?Where has she gone with her usually calm and shrewd mystic style?

Gin was wrong, Belmode was not shocked by Renye Karasuma's death, before today, she was still in a state of fear and anger towards Shuji Tsushima.

Osamu Dazai's voice was like a dark cloud hanging over Belmode's heart. In a trance, the phrase "wonderful" that had become her nightmare echoed in her ears, gradually overlapping with Osamu Dazai's voice.

Belmode doesn't have absolute pitch, but people who are good at disguising are always more sensitive to sound than ordinary people.

She felt like, creepily like.

The distorted sound of gin rang in Belmode's mind again.He said that the operation was like a pair of invisible hands hanging over Tokyo, and everyone was a marionette of the gods.

Isn't the same with the play on the stage?The director hidden behind the scenes closes the slate, the actors on stage and her off stage are all people held in his hands.

【Osamu Dazai is Shuji Tsushima! 】

This idea took root in Belmode's mind and could never be erased.

She opened her mouth, wanting to test Dazai Osamu, wanting to remind the rum and gin.

The notebook in front of the woman flashed for a moment, the movements of rum and gin froze on the screen, and the speaker made a harsh sound of Zilla.

All sound was lost in the dark apartment, like a silent pantomime.

Only the frame representing Osamu Dazai was still on, and the people on the screen turned their eyes away.

He raised his index finger and touched his lips lightly, with a slight smile in his eyes.

"Shh."

The author has something to say: Zero Zero: The master who scares girls is the crumbs.

Zai won't roll over~