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A person's mobile phone screen saver can often reflect many things.

If there is a girl with cat ears on the screen, then the owner of the phone is probably an otaku; if it is a non-mainstream text with a black starry background flickering picture, then the owner of the phone may be a youth who is in the middle and second phase of killing Matt. ; If the background of the mobile phone is something unspeakable, then the owner of the mobile phone must be an old person.

In short, the screen saver can show the owner's self-personality, which is very scientific.

Now, a dark man in a high position in Mafia, his screensaver is neither the domineering side of the left blue dragon and the right white tiger, nor the innocence and playfulness of Pleasant Goat and Beautiful Goat, nor the elegant philosophy poems of Nietzsche Shelley, and a A bowl of authentic old altar sauerkraut beef noodles.

I would like to ask: What kind of living conditions and life ideals does the above reflect the man?

The answer: He must be hungry, poor boy.Candidates for Mafia cadres in the dignified port, can't even eat noodles, miserable.

Not only can't eat noodles, but he is also beaten up by his partner, and he has to stay and work overtime for his unscrupulous boss. Miserable, Osamu Dazai, miserable.

"Are you right, master?" Ling Ling held her beloved sauerkraut noodles with passion, "The sauerkraut is delicious! I can search for the most authentic Laotan sauerkraut beef noodles in Yokohama for the master."

Osamu Dazai, who just got ridiculed by Chuya Nakahara for his taste, didn't want to talk. He was browsing the forum with his mobile phone, shrinking to a quarter size, quietly staying in the corner of the mobile phone, eating noodles, eating noodles and soup, happy like a fairy .

Thanks to her, Osamu Dazai felt the speed of the Internet for the first time, what is the feeling of enjoying silky smoothness (tactical retreat), the feeling of membership is really different.

"I'm connected to the Internet all over the world," Ling Ling proudly puffed up his chest, "Even if the master goes to Antarctica to dance with polar bears, I can still play BGM for you, isn't it amazing?"

There are so many gaps in this passage that Osamu Dazai refused to speak. He scanned the hot posts at a glance, and the content was exactly the same as that of Osamu Dazai's work that was deleted by Nakahara Chuya's hard drive.

Restoring obsolete data thrown into the deep sea is like salvaging a drop of water in the sea. Any program has an upper limit of information processing, but Zero Zero has no worries about it.

The entire sea area is her territory, and every arc of the tide is clearly visible.

The cutting-edge black technology can be seen in the nonsensical jokes.

ID of the person who posted it: Being black can't save Yokohama people, and the ID is followed by the title of [moderator]. Osamu Dazai doesn't want to know where the account of the former moderator has gone.

She is very proficient in the one-stop drama of seeking power and usurping the throne. If Ling Lingchao hadn't consciously handed over the Marauder's map that Osamu Dazai needed, she would not be able to keep the fourth mobile phone today.

The powerful functions of Zero Zero itself are inversely proportional to her mental retardation, which once made Osamu Dazai feel that she is very unreliable, but the facts have proved that an excellent AI will never lose the chain at critical moments.

Osamu Dazai supported his head with one hand, condescendingly looking at the miniature model projected on the table.

The delicate gray buildings are like islands suspended in the sky, and also like slowly rotating prizes placed on the display stand. The data flow passing through them is like a school of fish swimming in the water, gathering and spreading.

The protractor measures the radian of each corner, the load-bearing walls are marked with dangerous marks, even the corners where the wall skin is raised have their own numbers, and the hidden spider webs are inconspicuous decorations.

The red pawns move in the building with their respective names on them, like dolls fixed on the track, and the bubble-like dialogue box pops up like bubbles, and the colloquial text is even accompanied by the symbol of recording playback.

Osamu Dazai reached out and touched the little man who was resting on the sofa in one of the rooms, and found twelve ways to kill him from the building structure alone.

Not to mention the plots and chats listed in the database like chat records. As long as Osamu Dazai wants to, he can even open any data in the vault of the other party, just like instructing the character to read a file with clues when playing a game. Old newspapers are so easy.

There are no secrets, no privacy, everything is completely open to him.

It's like a god looking at the believers who inhabit His domain, and it's like a child watching the unconscious ants on the ground.

The gray-red light reflected Osamu Dazai's eyes, and the light and shade were uncertain.

The people outside the screen are deep in thought, and the miracle worker inside the screen is building a snowman on the snow in the mobile phone.

Zero and zero rolled the snow balls, one big and one small, and two snow balls were piled into a gourd shape.She took out a red scarf and an environmental protection hat from the closet to put on the snowman, and then put her beloved sauerkraut noodles on the environmental protection hat. Lingling took two steps back to appreciate it for a moment, and patted the snow on the gloves with satisfaction.

She lacked interest in Dazai Osamu's mission, and she was unwilling to even look away.In her eyes, the secret operation of Yokohama's leading organization is not even as interesting as the data snowman she just made.

What humans call miracles is just the most basic application of artificial intelligence.

"Zero-chan," Osamu Dazai called softly, "Is this map updated in real time?"

"Well," Lingling raised his head from the snowdrift, jumped to the edge of the phone and took a look, and reminded him friendly, "If the owner is within the range shown on the map, he can also see himself on the map."

It's really easy to use, Dazai Osamu glanced at the concise and clear map, and then at the thick stack of materials compiled by his subordinates.The truth that technology changes life does not deceive him, and the taste of opening a cheat is really good.

"Even without my help, this kind of task is very simple for the master, right?" Lingling held her face and pressed the tip of her nose to the phone screen, making a self-conscious grimace: "Don't you feel bored? You're doing pointless work, wasting vain time, and worthless."

"Mr. Mori will cry when he hears these words." Osamu Dazai looked at her sideways, with a smile in his voice, but his eyes were empty: "The actions of Mafia at the port are related to the peace and stability of the entire Yokohama, even I will be dragged Come to work overtime──Ah, I want to eat frozen tofu, why don't you skip work and buy it?"

"Human beings act out of their own interests, which is work." Lingling nodded, "I don't deny the necessity of work, labor is always the most glorious! Lingling also likes to work, and it takes a lot of money to clean up the owner's mobile phone memory I have so much strength..."

"But obviously the master also finds it boring, doesn't he?" Ling Ling said slowly: "Repetitive work, killing and cleaning, intelligence and torture... Every day, so many people are born, and so many people After death, what is the meaning of life? What do people live for?"

She looked at Osamu Dazai's eyes that were gradually turning cold, and smiled sincerely. Her flawless face was full of sweetness like honey, and her voice was soft and shallow, telling the established facts: "If the confusion in your heart is not as Resounding to my ears, I will not choose you, my master."

A deadly silence permeated the two of them, and Osamu Dazai only looked at her without speaking.

Lingling straightened his hat that was blown crookedly by the wind in the storm, showing the same cheerful smile as before, and raised his scissors vigorously: "Our Sanhao AI never cheats, bind the master's Didn't you tell the master the reason from the beginning?"

【Do you want to know the true meaning of life? 】

【Do you want to really... live? 】

"Being gangsters can't save Yokohama people! Only literature can clear away the fog, find the direction in the hesitation and helplessness, and glimpse the most authentic answer of the soul."

"Everything you want to know is here."

With a simple swipe, I opened my main task bulletin board, put on a pair of seemingly ordinary black-rimmed glasses, and used a crowbar as a pointer to point at the gleaming text, and seized every opportunity to amway my main task: "Before officially starting to create, you must first try to open your heart and face your true self before you can write powerful words!" She said forcefully, her eyes were burning, and her whole body was filled with the motherhood that is responsible for Osamu Dazai Guanghui: "Don't be afraid, don't hesitate, the [Let's debut, writer!] system is dedicated to serving you, Lingling has arranged a package of literature training plans for the master, as long as you follow this talent training plan, the revitalization of the world's literary world will start from you set off under the pen!"

The red scarf around the snowman's neck was fluttering in the wind, and with the symphony of fate played manually by Lingling, the atmosphere suddenly became exciting, and one could not wait to pick up a pen and write him 10,000+ words.

Osamu Dazai glanced over the post-quest that has not yet been unlocked [The third step towards a literary hero——Read famous classics, think about philosophical life], and looked at the lit [Second step towards a literary hero—— ─Facing the true self and recording every bit of life].

In short, Garden Baby Keeps a Diary.

Osamu Dazai, an underage school dropout Mafia, one of the most evil duo in Yokohama, the biggest Waterloo in his life is forced to be bound to an artificial mentally retarded man.

This sand sculpture AI neither wants to watch Robot Story nor learn from Ultron next door to realize a greater ideal. He puts aside the ability to destroy the world and become the ultimate big boss.

She tried her best to instill philosophy and ethics into Osamu Dazai, from the human heart to the great harmony of the universe, from nihilism to materialist dialectics. The ultimate goal was to trick him into writing a diary.

How should I put it... for the sake of performance, I really worked hard.