Dice has to give me spoilers for the plot of Ke Xue

The low hum of the hair dryer.

The wet hair was carefully brushed aside, and the warm air was used to evaporate the moisture just right, with light and gentle force.

In such a comfortable atmosphere, even though her back was still straight and her head was lifted very cooperatively, Riya's thoughts couldn't help but wander aimlessly.

Commonly known as daze.

After looking at it several times, it was confirmed that the roots of the hair were almost dry, and the curly-haired youth stepped back a little to give room for turning around: "Okay, now change to the other side."

Touching the still wet hair, she turned around and sat facing him this time, her legs naturally hung down from the edge, shaking slightly unconsciously.

In the wind that resounded, Matsuda Jinping suddenly heard her sigh.

"What's the matter?" Although it was a question, his casual tone was rather casual.

Leaning a little forward in the current posture, with his forehead against him, Riya sighed again, without much concealment, and his tone was a bit erratic: "In a few days, I may have to go on a business trip again."

"Have you been notified?" He carefully replaced the dry part with the part that needs more care, and asked in a low voice, "How long will this time be?"

"I don't know... It's just my guess at the moment, and there is no definite news." He answered him like this.

Of course, having said that, now that there is a general direction to exert force, Riya is very confident that things will develop as she thought.

Although the situation was very similar to last time, this time, when the decision was about to be made, it was actually calmer than expected, with almost no ups and downs in mood.

Originally, she had to delay a little more. Should I thank Rum for helping her make up her mind?

Seeing that she seemed much better than last time, Matsuda Jinpei lightly half-joked: "So is there any question about sandwiches this time?"

"Huh?" The sudden food factor stunned her for a moment.

Soon following the key words, she remembered the conversation before she went to see Xueli. She was a little embarrassed for a moment, subconsciously rubbed against her, and exhaled helplessly: "You still remember that..."

Although it was true that I was overwhelmed by the accumulated negative emotions at the time, so I was depressed and rarely became vulnerable, but now that I think about it, crying or something after answering the phone... I am still a little embarrassed.

But before she could hear the answer, the support she was leaning on suddenly flinched a little while her center of gravity was leaning forward, and she had to hastily raise her arms to hug her and stabilize her balance in time.

"What's the matter?" This situation is really inexplicable, and Riya looked at him suspiciously.

Her green eyes were still clear and natural, obviously she didn't breathe on purpose, the curly-haired young man looked away as if nothing had happened, and continued to blow his hair.

However, he didn't answer directly, but just explained the previous question with his usual voice: "Why don't you remember, did you cry when you saw Riya for the first time?"

"...That time was just an accident. I'm usually not that fragile." She clarified her image seriously.

"It's okay," recalling a little, Matsuda Jinhei let go of a few strands of hair, rubbed the back of her head, and calmed down, "Even if you cry, it's still cute."

"..."

Suspecting that he was implying something, Riya simply pretended not to hear, coughed lightly and brought the topic back on track: "This time the problem is not the sandwich, but it should be the curry."

"When I saw it, I vaguely guessed the taste, but when I actually ate it, I still felt that due to various factors, it might deviate from the standard taste."

Tightening the strength of her arms a little, she buried her face completely under the shirt, in the high body temperature, shook her head slightly, trying to wipe away the cool tie.

The movement of the hair dryer stopped.

"But the feeling of being prepared is much more reassuring..." The voice suddenly paused for a moment, and after a moment of surprise, she couldn't help laughing at her discovery, "Zhen Ping, you are so nervous now."

"Is it--"

Deliberately elongated the tone, let go of the dry hair, and threw the hair dryer sideways on the floor aside, the curly-haired young man slightly distanced himself and leaned over to look at her.

His black eyes curled up with a smile, and he asked meaningfully: "So you admit that you just made trouble on purpose?"

"Really not." Riya restrained her smile and seriously denied it.

But out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the black tie that was gently swaying as he moved. After thinking for two seconds, she looked away first, and raised her hand lightly to untie the loose tie.

He casually pinched the long and narrow piece of fabric, and was about to throw it away when his wrist was suddenly grabbed.

Under her puzzled gaze, Matsuda Jinhei took away the piece of fabric and looked at it for a few moments, then his warm fingertips fell down, gently rubbed the end of her eyes, and asked in a low voice: "...is it okay? "

It means... Her gaze followed and landed on the soft looking tie.

Then he was dumbfounded for a few seconds.

Finally, he nodded silently.

……

As a result of lack of restraint, the original travel plan on Saturday morning was postponed to the afternoon.

When I got in the taxi, told the address, and propped the window with one hand, my thoughts diverged from the scenery that passed by not far away.

R, U, M.

Saying these three letters silently, Liya quickly sorted and integrated the currently known information in his mind.

——The No.2 of the organization, with a very high status, Bourbon's boss, and the controller of the intelligence team.

——I was very enthusiastic about the silver bullet experiment more than ten years ago, and I didn't understand my authority...but I was able to show the photos of Ania when I was a child.

——A senior figure, who had such a high status more than ten years ago that he was not affected much after a major mistake; he claimed to be loyal, but Belmode was a little domineering in his eyes...

——The use of artificial intelligence is even more unscrupulous, and the organization BOSS is developing new artificial intelligence as a preventive measure.

...almost all messy and trivial pieces of information.

Slightly tightening her fingers, the cold touch of the metal in the palm called her attention back, bringing a little sense of peace of mind.

The place where the car got off was still some distance away from the safe house.

During the walk, Riya's thoughts drifted slightly.

Speaking of it, there is one thing that is the strangest: obviously the letter has been stuffed into her home as a signal of threat, but judging from the conversation in the email, Rum is asking for "cooperation" in a polite tone.

And since he knew her address, he definitely knew a lot about her whereabouts... He actually only used his knowledge of her as a threat, but completely ignored her undisclosed relatives and friends.

——No, this may be due to Belmode, after all, she still mentioned "keeping a secret" at that time three years later.

Walking slowly down the underground stairs of the safe house, she sighed indiscernibly.

Without those two photos, Liya almost felt that he was being drawn.Rum's attitude of holding a more dangerous handle but not revealing it is simply a model of coercion and temptation.

Of course, another explanation may be that as the only experimental result, he does have irreplaceable value and deserves to be treated with caution.

In any case, it's not a good feeling to be pinched by others.

This is also the reason why she decided to go to the Twilight Annex in advance.Before Rum can pay more attention to her brother and boyfriend, she can attract the most attention by leaving, and that place may be the turning point.

The lights turned on by themselves like last time, Riya looked around and went straight to the computer in the corner.

After unplugging the network cable and creating an artificial disconnection state, she waited for the computer to start up and the running interface appeared. She took out the USB flash drive and carefully installed it.

The next moment, with the sound of "beep", the screen instantly plunged into pitch black.

... She put away the USB flash drive again, and rubbed the space between her brows helplessly.

Not too surprising, because when I experimented with an old computer at home, this is the effect.Although it looks like an ordinary USB flash drive, currently only the effect of Computer Destroyer can be seen.

This is the item recovered from Itakura Zhuo's mission.

[Iss's memory book: a product of technology beyond the current world, often used to store consciousness data, or you can also put in part of the soul-be careful of the risk of splitting. 】

Although judging from the video I left behind, this is called a hole card enough to "subvert the organization", but...

There is no but, since I was so determined in the past, since I haven't encountered too difficult a situation so far, it seems that I can't believe it.

Also...

With a slight movement of the mind, the transparent task panel unfolded by itself, and the progress bar of the alienation value on it has reached 71%.

Even though I was trying to control the progress cautiously, before I knew it, it had risen to more than half.

Riya has really started to wonder what the original self who planned all this thoroughly wanted to achieve.

After that three years...

However, all she needs to do now is to find a way to go to the Twilight Pavilion and get the answer there.

The indicator lights in the corner and near the projector emit a faint blue cold light as always, Riya restrained his mind, looked at it intently, and suddenly said: "Have you been monitoring here?"

She still doesn't know the name of this artificial intelligence. In order to hide this from the members of the organization a few times ago, she couldn't ask, so she had to call it like this now.

"This is an order from sir."

Fortunately, this artificial intelligence has a high level of intelligence, and soon realized who she was talking to, and took the initiative to respond.

After pondering for two seconds, Liya simply asked directly: "You are the one who runs the program that cleans my internet photos, right? Why can you get Rum without my permission?"

"I'm sorry... Lord Rum, as the creator, has the highest authority as long as he does not violate the order of the gentleman," the electronic male voice replied gently and considerately as always, "Mister did not make any decision on whether the deleted photos can be restored or not." clear instructions."

"If something offends you, I will record it for you. Next time Lord Rum does something like this, a second reminder will be automatically made for confirmation."

Not to mention that Rum doesn't look like a person who develops programs, she was slightly speechless for a moment, no wonder Belmode called artificial intelligence "a tool to follow orders".

"...Don't write it down...wait a minute, you must send me a notification before my relevant information is transferred and accessed next time, do you have this permission?"

"You have authority second only to the two adults, Anya."

Slightly startled, Liya raised his eyebrows suspiciously: "Is my authority so high?"

"You are a more perfect experimental result than me, and high-level authority is what it should be." This time, the voice of artificial intelligence sounded again after a moment of inconceivable delay.

Wait——she involuntarily took a breath, and almost blurted out: "...so you are not a research and development product, but an experimental product?"

"Yes, I am the last failed product of the silver bullet experiment."

The artificial intelligence answered her in such an emotionless tone.

Before stepping out of the safe house, Riya looked down at the last email from yesterday in her inbox.

[…if agreed, Curacao will be your escort this year when heading to the Twilight Pavilion.

— RUM]

After pondering for a while, she flicked her fingertips and edited a text message as a reply.

[Let Curacao prepare for travel in the near future, but I ask for her absolute cooperation.

——Ania]

In an instant, with a slight tremor, the new email content was displayed in front of her eyes.

[OK.

— RUM]

After staring intently for a few seconds, Riya deleted all communication records, then put away her cell phone, folded up her windbreaker, and quickly left this secret building.