When AI intelligent people meet fierce gods

When the police forcibly pried open the rolling gate, there were very piercing screams from inside.

Entering the gallery is like entering a murder scene.

Bullet casings were scattered, bullet holes were everywhere, blood was all over the ground, and the wailing of dying came and went one after another.

Boss Qian, who weighed more than 200 catties, collapsed on the ground like a pile of rotten flesh, with countless blood holes inexplicably appearing on his body, fat and fat mixed with blood protruding out.

A pair of high-heeled shoes soaked in bloody blood, the color is even more blood red, and they crazily trampled on this lump of rotten flesh.

When the police came in, they happened to see the pair of red shoes, lifted them up high, and slammed down the sharp heels on the place under Boss Qian.

"Ahhhh!!!"

Boss Qian let out a scream at the end, his whole body was like a gourd of blood, he turned his head to one side, and there was no more sound, he was exhaling too much and not inhaling.

The police were terrified when they saw it, and it took several people to carry away Boss Qian, who looked like a lump of rotten meat.

There was also Wang Siyun, who was seriously injured, weeping in pain, with tears and snot on his face, and was also carried into an ambulance on a stretcher by the medical staff.

Yi Qi stood aside, looked at the police who came in, and frowned slightly.

These people... are not ordinary policemen!

Even if supernatural incidents occur frequently in today's world, ordinary policemen will not handle them so calmly and skillfully when they see the red high-heeled shoes in front of them.

And as the only person on the scene who was not injured, even if there is a live video of the whole process, according to the procedure, he should be invited to the police station to make a statement.

But the police officers coming and going, only caring about cleaning up the scene and preserving the evidence, intentionally or unintentionally ignored him as a living person, as if he could leave here at any time.

This difference in treatment aroused Yi Qi's interest.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, deliberately stopped the investigator who looked like the captain, and asked politely: "Hello, can I take the portrait and high heels away?"

"The Weeping Woman" and the red high-heeled shoes are important physical evidence in this case, especially the high-heeled shoes possessed by ghosts, which ordinary people naturally cannot take away at will.

But the captain hesitated for a moment, and said, "Wait a minute, I'll ask my superiors for instructions."

He dialed a number and whispered something with his back to everyone.

Not long after, he put down his phone with relief, and said to Yi Qi: "According to the urgent special approval from the superior, you can take these two things away, but you must register first."

"The whereabouts of these two things after that must also be under the supervision of relevant departments."

Yi Qi nodded yes, registered honestly, and took away the portrait and high heels.

During the whole process, the audience in the live broadcast room was stunned.

【what happened?Why is the police uncle so polite to the anchor? 】

[This is no longer polite, does the host have a strong background, and the higher-ups even give you an emergency special approval? 】

[I can't figure it out! 】

【I don't think...the ones who came here are not like ordinary police...】

Yi Qi looked at the questioning barrage, and simply downloaded the live broadcast without much explanation.

Those investigators just now were indeed not ordinary policemen.

Judging by their agile handling methods, it is more like a special department dedicated to handling similar cases in the funeral parlor.

It's just that this time the special department personnel put on ordinary police uniforms, and it seems that they don't want to scare the snake.

And he himself is the "snake" in the grass!

Thinking of this, Yi Qi couldn't help laughing softly, looking at the portrait and high-heeled shoes that he had taken away, he lowered his eyes and thought.

The countries of this world finally noticed him!

Maybe it was the last time he reported to the police at the funeral home, the special department began to find suspicious points, and followed the clues to find his live broadcast room.

Many of the technologies he used in the live broadcast are ahead of this era. Ordinary people may just watch the fun, but experts in related fields can see the key at a glance.

Obviously, the country does not want to come to the door recklessly now, but observes secretly, tries to understand each other, and then slowly releases goodwill and cooperation intentions.

He likes this kind of mature behavior without rashness.

After a while, the higher-ups should send someone directly to contact him.

While thinking, Yi Qi went home with the portrait and high heels.

In the old house, before 250 stepped forward to greet her, Li Yindi ran out first, her head bouncing on the ground, circling the red high-heeled shoes curiously.

She smelled something of the same sort on the shoes.

But Meng Jiaojiao was frightened, and stomped her feet fiercely with her high heels, trying to intimidate the approaching head, just like a hedgehog with thorns on its back.

Li Yindi's head rolled around on the ground, her face puffed up, and she was scared away aggrieved.

Li Chaodi couldn't see her younger sister being bullied, so she leaned closer to stand in front of the high heels, confronting Meng Jiaojiao.

"Okay, stop making trouble!"

Yi Qi separated the three tantrum girls, and persuaded: "Don't be so unfriendly, she is a guest, and she is only staying here for a while, and won't stay for long."

Li Yindi rolled his head into his arms, blinking his big eyes, as if he was wondering, where are the newcomers going?

Yi Qi brushed off the cobweb dust from her hair, and said, "You live with your family, so she naturally wants to be with her own family."

"However, I must first completely remove the ether content in the portrait."

Meng Jiaojiao was divorced before her death, she had no children, and the only people closest to her were her elderly parents who were still alive.

After hearing Yi Qi's words, the red high-heeled shoes couldn't help jumping up excitedly, and ran around him to express their gratitude.

The next day, dawn broke.

Mrs. Meng heard someone knocking on the door early in the morning.

The elderly sleep less, especially after losing her only daughter three years ago, Mrs. Meng has not fallen asleep for a long time.

"Who is here to visit so early?"

She muttered, dressed and got up slowly, put on her reading glasses, and opened the door wearily.

It was empty outside the door, and there was no one there.

Just in front of the door, there is a portrait and a pair of red high heels.

Mrs. Meng supported the reading glasses and looked closely: "What is this painting?"

Against the dark background, a tall and straight girl, wearing familiar clothes, turned her back to the frame.

Mrs. Meng had never seen this painting before, but she felt an inexplicable joy just looking at the familiar figure in the portrait.

And those red high heels made her even more excited.

"This... isn't this Jiaojiao's favorite shoe?"

She excitedly rubbed the upper of the shoe, and almost shed tears: "After the funeral, we couldn't find these shoes no matter how hard we looked, and thought we had lost them a long time ago..."

Trembling, she took off her reading glasses, wiped the corners of her eyes, and still couldn't help crying a few times.

I don't know which kind-hearted person sent back the long-lost relic of my daughter.

Mrs. Meng was very excited and excitedly went to the kitchen to cook more good dishes, and was going to tell the old man the good news together when he came back.

Mrs. Meng, who was busy in the kitchen, heard footsteps outside not long after.

Along with the sound of footsteps, there was also a song that my daughter loved most during her lifetime.

She walked out suspiciously, only to see a pair of red high heels dancing in the empty living room.

The morning wind lifted the white window screens and gently covered the high heels, and a vague figure of a girl appeared above.

Covered in white gauze, the girl's figure is indistinct, raising her arms, humming a familiar tune, wearing her favorite shoes, and dancing lightly to entertain herself.

The old and dim-eyed Mrs. Meng stared blankly at the girl in front of her, and the spatula in her hand fell to the ground with a clang.

Jiaojiao...Her daughter, Jiaojiao was the one who liked dancing and humming songs the most...

The wind outside the window stopped, and the girl dancing under the white gauze also disappeared.

But Mrs. Meng rushed forward, picked up the pair of high-heeled shoes from the ground, hugged her in her arms, and cried loudly.

"Jiaojiao, you're back! You're back to see mom, mom misses you so much!!"

Mr. Meng, who went out to buy vegetables, came home with a vegetable basket and saw his wife kneeling on the ground, holding a pair of shoes and crying like a tearful man.

"What's wrong?" He dropped the basket and asked anxiously.

"Jiaojiao! Jiaojiao is back..."

His wife's answer made him a little confused.

Mr. Meng looked around and found the portrait next to him.

He picked up the portrait, only to see that the girl in the frame whose back was turned away was quietly turning her head, revealing half of her delicate face, with sly eyes, as if she was secretly laughing.

Seeing the familiar facial features of the girl in the painting, as well as the demeanor when she was snickering, Mr. Meng couldn't help but round his eyes, and shouted in a daze, "Jiaojiao?"

Their daughter... really came back!

……

After sending Meng Jiaojiao away, Yi Qi returned home again.

Father Meng and mother Meng saw their daughter again, even if it was just her remnant soul, they would feel happy from the bottom of their hearts.

When Yi Qi was feeling emotional, he saw his friend Wu Ming sitting in the old house waiting for him.

"Having a visitor, entertain! Entertain!"

250 had two eye lights on, and a glass of fruit juice was carried on its round and flat body, spinning back and forth at Wu Ming's feet.

Sitting on the sofa, Wu Ming bent down to take the juice, while looking around curiously: "Brother Yi, the decoration of your home is not bad! You can't see the gloomy old house at all."

Behind him, Li Yindi's head jumped up high, trying to snatch his juice.

Yi Qi walked over with no expression on his face, and before Wu Ming found out, he stuffed the head back into the closet and asked, "What do you want?"

Wu Ming put down the juice, and excitedly turned on the phone: "Brother Yi, I just found out today that Wang Siyun's handsome face challenged you last night, and I suffered a big loss in the end! Haha!"

"Last night's live broadcast, once again rushed to the No. [-] recommended place in the supernatural crossover, but Wang Siyun's fans turned back and stepped on it one after another. It is estimated that he will have no face in the live broadcast world in the future."

Speaking of this, Wu Ming felt a little regretful: "According to the popularity of last night, your live broadcast should have landed on the front page!"

"It's a pity that the position of the home page was taken away by Mr. Zhao."

"Teacher Zhao? Zhao Junxuan who worked with Wang Siyun before?" Yi Qi asked.

Wu Ming sighed: "That's right! Teacher Zhao was very angry last night. He originally discovered the recorder in the gallery, but he didn't expect the results of the victory to be stolen by Wang Siyun."

"It is said that last night, Teacher Zhao watched half of Wang Siyun's live broadcast, and was so angry that he dropped his phone!"

"Ms. Zhao was furious because she was bullied. In order to get back the traffic, I packed up my equipment that night and went directly to Ping An Middle School to broadcast live, vowing to surpass Wang Siyun's popularity."

"He didn't watch the live broadcast in the second half of the night, so he didn't know Wang Siyun's tragic end, so he ran to the abandoned middle school rashly, and disappeared during the live broadcast, and he hasn't returned yet."

After listening to Wu Ming's words, Yi Qi also clicked on the page.

Sure enough, the top spot on the live broadcast page is Mr. Zhao's live broadcast last night.

And the barrage in the live broadcast room was all about praying, hoping that the anchor would return safely.

The live broadcast has not been interrupted, but it is pitch black, and nothing can be seen.

The author has something to say:

This article is going to enter V on Thursday, and it will be updated on the day of entering V. I hope that the readers and little angels will continue to support O(∩_∩)O~