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

What gradually awakened his consciousness was the burning pain in his right arm that was hard to ignore as the effect of the anesthesia wore off.

Frowning her eyebrows, she unconsciously wanted to move her arms, but the movement of trying to pull her hands was firmly suppressed.

As if startled, a sleepy, slightly hoarse voice came from the side.

"woke up?"

"Well," finally realizing where she was, Riya leaned on one side and sat up straight from his arms, and glanced at the injured arm that was tightly held by his side, "the anesthesia has failed gone."

At the same time, she looked around the small doctor's office, and quickly remembered what happened before.

Because the wound was discovered, and her boss made an appointment for a surgeon according to what she said in the email in advance, so after the bomb was dismantled, she took advantage of the situation to treat the wound.

Because the knife wound ran through the right forearm, the area was not small, after debridement, a vaccination was given, and a suture bandage was done.

At that time, the doctor also lamented that she was lucky that no important blood vessels were cut, and the bleeding was timely and professional, otherwise the bleeding problem would have prevented her from making it to the present.

Seeing that the curly hair accompanying her was already expressionless, she could only interrupt the talkative doctor in time, and tried her best to change the topic to a safe place.

And after the suture was completed, I borrowed the office from the doctor for a rest because the effect of the anesthesia had not yet expired.

However, even though Renye Karasuma was dead, Rum was still active and ambitious, and she couldn't guarantee that she could end this mission soon... In the end, she fell asleep first without saying a few words.

Last night at the Twilight Annex, I had worked hard, even if I took a rest on the way back to Tokyo with Curacao, it was not enough to recover.

After finally returning to a safe environment for the time being, and unavoidably relaxing, sleepiness submerged consciousness unconsciously.

In fact, she slept very peacefully. Apart from the pain in the wound, she can be called refreshed.

However, after meeting again after a few days, I still feel a little regretful that I just fell asleep like this.

Thinking of this, she sighed in a low voice: "Accidentally wasted the whole afternoon... What a pity."

"No waste."

Casually glanced at the gradually falling twilight outside the window, put a little force around her arm, and pressed her back into her arms again, Matsuda Zhenping's lazy voice revealed a bit of seriousness: "It's good to be able to really feel this way." gone."

It's really satisfying.

However, after going through the past few days, such a short snuggle is really precious.

Thinking about it carefully, when I was about to destroy a behemoth with a long history, I should have racked my brains and exhausted myself, but I was able to spare an afternoon of dating, and I suddenly felt a little comfortable.

When her heart was surging, she suddenly understood something that she had been confused for a long time.

"Zhen Ping," she shared her feelings happily, "Do you still remember that one day I suddenly wore the uniform of the police academy?"

"Well, of course...why did you mention this all of a sudden?" The curly-haired young man coughed lightly when he paused for a moment to straighten out his long hair.

Immersed in her own thoughts, she smiled softly.

"Because I accidentally forgot the reason why I became a policeman... so at that time, I tried to do this to recall the reason why I chose the police academy in the first place."

"But now, I seem to realize how I felt back then."

Choosing to enter the Metropolitan Police Department is not only because Ania wants to use the power of the police to help destroy the organization, so according to her own personality, she has restrained her position in advance from the beginning; part of it is just to try another kind of road.

To become the organization's Anya, she only needs to survive a mortal experiment.

It took her nearly 19 years to find another possibility for herself to become the public security officer Asai Riya.

It was a bit hard, but I don't regret it at all.

As if infected by her mood, the voice in front of her was also very soft, low and low like a sigh: "Is it the answer you want?"

"It should be." After thinking for a while, Riya replied solemnly.

"I know what I have to do, and I am able to take practical actions to promote the final result." Her eyes were bent, and she concluded in a good mood, "I am already satisfied."

At seven twenty, Mi Hua Hotel.

He took the documents he wanted from the deposit box at the front desk, flipped through them, and Riya quickly got into a taxi.

By the way, sort out the ideas and make the final confirmation of the plan.

Last night, before transferring Officer Hagiwara's consciousness to the artificial intelligence host, she cut off the line connecting to the outside network.

And, at the moment before the consciousness transfer was completed and the artificial intelligence was about to restart after the core reconstruction, the power was turned off.

After all, Ania has no friendship with Police Officer Hagiwara, and the complete conscious body obtained by accident was planned and used entirely out of the idea of ​​​​treating reserve weapons.

According to her original plan, after transferring the police officer's consciousness to the main engine to destroy the core of mechanical intelligence, she can use him as a more powerful artificial intelligence and a powerful weapon for her side.

With her advanced [Psychology] skills and other assistance, it would not take too much effort to completely control this intelligent life transformed from humans.

But the current Riya, of course, can't continue the original plan so casually and coldly.

Regardless of other things, she also made an appointment with her boyfriend to visit the police officer at the cemetery next month... In short, a change needs to be made carefully now.

So under the measures taken in time, Officer Hagiwara did not have time to get in touch with the huge data stream left over by his predecessor, but continued to stay in the state of memory before death.

But according to her thinking, it would be more desirable to go beyond the artificial intelligence that the current world society can bear, and sink into the shadows together with the organization and turn into dust.

Then, at this time, the follow-up treatment of the police officer has become a problem.

Fortunately, the ambitious veteran of the organization and Rum, who is equally enthusiastic about longevity issues, is worthy of Karasuma's status as a subordinate for many years, and provided her with an option that shines brightly.

According to Curacao, Rum has been conducting private experiments in a laboratory under his name.

Different from the thought uploading and Karasuma's resurrection that have been generally recognized in the organization, the experimental project chosen by Rum is to communicate between the human brain and intelligent data after digitizing thinking.

Even after the natural aging of the human body, the next body can be replaced directly, so as to achieve the purpose of eternal life.

The reason why he tirelessly searched for the main machine hidden by Karasuma is precisely because the experiment that has been progressing well is currently stuck at the step of not having a main machine that can accurately carry human consciousness.

After getting the mainframe, he will quickly select the experimental body and start the conversion experiment.

The good news is that due to years of research, Rum's human body manufacturing technology originally inherited from the Silver Bullet Experiment has surpassed the original version and entered an advanced level unimaginable by the outside world.

After all, he had to avoid most of the organization's eyes and ears, and he couldn't afford to spend a long time waiting for the experimental subjects with carefully selected genes to grow up, or absorb children of unknown origin from the outside like the silver bullet experiment at the beginning.

To put it simply, after Rum spent a lot of human, financial and material resources, now the laboratory over there can do it, and can freely create human containers of all ages.

——Yes, it can only be called a container.

Due to the many years of experimentation, a large number of human beings are required to carry out experiments at various stages in the process. In order to improve efficiency, the possibility of self-generated consciousness was simply blocked from the beginning, and it cannot even be called a normal human being.

Surviving in the dark for so many years is just one aspect of the organization's unscrupulousness.

Putting away the blood and DNA data provided by Furuya Rei, taking a light breath, Riya looked at the investigator panel, and his eyes flickered for a moment.

[Main Mission: Death of the Crow]

[Task Status: In Progress]

[Mission objective: The huge crow with distorted wings spread out in the dark has been bred and grown due to indescribable pollution from other worlds. Investigators 1541 are asked to remove the ominous cause. 】

[Task Reward: Senior Investigator Status. 】

She was not in a hurry to hunt the crows. Now that she was integrated into the public security, she could already use her strength to share a large part of the responsibility.

Before that, it wouldn't be too much to help Rum at the end and collect a reasonable reward by the way, right?

"I'm back?"

Pushing the door open, Riya showed the bag in his hand to the silver-haired woman on the sofa, and prolonged his tone with a smile: "I also brought your share of food, Curacao, are you moved?"

"You're late." The other party just threw an answer without looking back.

Half leaning on the sofa, after checking the condition of the abdominal wound, Curacao put down his clothes and glanced at her angrily: "And I asked for the food on my own initiative."

Not caring about the attitude of the other party, Riya briskly walked across and sat down.

"Then let's take a look at this first." Before handing over the food, she first threw the information that the identity information had been processed to Police Officer Hagiwara, and she asked unceremoniously, "You can start to memorize."

... Curacao actually doesn't feel anything about her volatile temper.

However, after browsing quickly and taking out the color card to memorize, at the end, Curacao couldn't help but sarcastically said to her: "Is this the transparent color you chose for yourself?"

Did Anya feel that she was innocent?

Giving artificial intelligence a human body, Curaçao can't understand it at all.

Even the well-informed members of the intelligence team were a little startled by this madness, and secretly wondered if Ania had been suppressed in the Metropolitan Police Department for a long time, showing some extreme and weird tendencies.

Although aware of the other party's wandering thoughts, Riya has been too lazy to correct it... Anyway, it has no effect, and it can make Curacao shut his mouth better.

At this moment, she just smiled casually at Curaçao's sarcasm, and burned the paper documents to ashes on the coffee table.

"It is transparent and colorless, so it can be dyed into other colors according to one's own wishes. It is very suitable for people like us, isn't it?"

"It doesn't need to be completely transformed into other colors, as long as others can see through the surface what they thought they were... that's enough."

Curacao stared at the color card that he didn't have time to put away in his hand, and fell silent for a while, but he didn't refute.

Resting her chin with one hand, she pushed another dinner from the table to her. Riya raised her eyebrows, her lazy tone changed smoothly, and her smile was inexplicably more joking:

"Speaking of which, Curacao is the one that can benefit the most from destroying the organization's artificial intelligence?"

"After all, as Rum's confidant, the higher the value of your intelligence, the better the treatment you can get."

"...So, didn't I already promise to help you?" Curacao clicked his tongue lightly.

If she hadn't been persuaded, how could she have reluctantly become Anya's temporary ally.

A gunshot wound that hasn't been fully healed, but it's still a dull pain.