Artificial Intelligence and Human Intellectual Disability

Which agency to entrust Janet's autopsy to is a difficult problem, and there is always a magical force behind it.

Bai Yang really lacked understanding of Earls' medical system. To say that trust is the Union Academy of Sciences, but this was the first one to be denied, and the reason was sufficient. It had an employment relationship with Wu Song, a stakeholder in the case.

He stared at the list of institutions, his eyes were dazed.

Shen Ye changed into her pajamas, and consciously fetched warm milk to drink. "Well," he stood behind Bai Yang, raised his hand and slapped a private hospital with no official background.

"It looks like it's easy to buy." Bai Yang unfolded to read the introduction, the rating and word-of-mouth are pretty good, "If I insist, I should be able to live in Jing'an."

"Outsiders know which team you're on. There's really no need for you to do this kind of small trick yourself. There are leaves in the hospital to ensure objectivity and fairness." Shen Ye continued to suck milk.

If Janet's death was strange, such as homicide, the person who did it was undoubtedly trying to label Wu Song, and the reason is easier to guess, because Wu Song has always opposed the clinical application of melamine.

The female student posted a post to make a fuss, and there is no such thing as "suicide" as a sensation.

The paper involved in the case was not so much that Janet wanted to use Wu Song's name to publish it, but rather that she was used to press Wu Song's head to express her opinion.

Now that Wu Song jumped out to say that the paper on "Probe" was not his achievement, he just jumped into the middle of the trap and sat down on the accusation of embezzling students' achievements.

Who has time to listen to his tirade, explaining his reasons for opposing the conclusion of the signed paper with arcane knowledge?Ninety percent of netizens can't even tell the rules of blood type inheritance.

Once Janet died, Wu Song couldn't find someone to confront him face to face, and even if he really jumped into the disinfection pool, he couldn't wash it off.

It is hard not to suspect that it was the same group who used Janet to press Wu Song on the head and caused her death.Then this case is not simply a case of teacher-student bullying, no wonder someone wants to play tricks behind it.

When Shen Ye was seriously figuring out the clues, he took a sip of milk and forgot to swallow it, like a squirrel with puffed cheeks in a daze.

Bai Yang pinched his face: "You use it quickly! Is the knife still in your hand?"

Shen Ye couldn't swallow, a little milk squeezed out of his lips, and he wiped it off with the back of his finger, as if he was bloodthirsty.

"My hands are born to hold knives. I only save lives, not kill people."

"Don't kill the good guys," he added in a note.

Bai Yang's teasing question did not come out.

"You take care of me," Shen Ye took the initiative to stretch out the hand that had worn the position control bracelet, the wrist bone rubbed into Bai Yang's palm, and was firmly held, "You take care of me."

He didn't know what to think of, his body trembled violently, and his blood was hot.

Bai Yang was about to be ignited by him, and his voice was scorched hoarsely: "I am also a human being, not a god. I will listen to and believe in, I will take sides, and I will..."

He grinds the styloid process of Shen Ye's wrist with his fingertips, and the person in front of him looks like a god who should be worshiped, but also like a prisoner who is obedient to him, the intense sense of contradiction generates strange stimulation signals and rages all over his body.

"This is a society made up of people, there is no god," Shen Ye said innocently and honestly, "I believe you can do better than others. It is better, not perfect, and I will listen to you."

"You're tired today..." Bai Yang restrained himself and made excuses for the other party. The last time they were there was only sixteen hours old, and they were so crazy that they felt ashamed just thinking about it.

Shen Ye knelt down on the carpet, leaving a place for Bai Yang, and turned to look at him: "So you want to relax, don't you?"

"I can do it, perfect," Bai Yang jumped off the sofa and lay down.

He stared at Shen Ye very hard. Shen Ye didn't look like Janet Ning, not at all, which made him doubt his own speculation.

Shen Ye is more like Meranda, no one doubts that they are mother and son by looking at their appearance, so is Shen Ye really Shen Ye?

"It's you I like," Bai Yang said, "That's it, I really like you, this... Bai's treasure..."

Shen Ye gasped close to his ear: "Badboy?"

"……cowry."

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Shen Ye applied medicine to Liszt's wound. These medicines are like placebos, which can only slow down the infection to a certain extent, and have no effect on healing.

He always treats his facial wounds last, so Lister has less time to remove the mask.

Liszt's dignity was worn away when he showed people day after day of ugliness and horror. He just got used to wearing a mask, which brought him safety and comfort.

Behind the lens, a pair of sharp eyes looked at Shen Ye unscrupulously. The little doctor's face was cold, and it was rare that there was no trace of fear and disgust. The more so, the more he wanted to tease him and make him show timidity.

"Last time we talked about... where did we talk about?"

Shen Ye considered whether he should receive a blood vessel patch for him, as if he was seriously thinking about asking questions, but gave up after a while.

"Talking about the country K before Xingyuan, the big chaebol controlled the presidential election, and then the new president in turn protected the interests of the chaebol... This kind of politics, political system, political..."

"Political situation," Liszt reminded.

Shen Ye was like a student who was stuck in memorizing a book, met the teacher's persuasion, and continued: "The political situation has exacerbated the social conflicts in K country, and the class differences are not conducive to...not good, that's why it's not good."

Liszt sneered in the mask, waiting patiently for him to continue.

"Country R also has a similar situation, political situation, but they have a breaker, one named..."

Shen Ye took a peek at the biography of Liszt who was on the table recently, "Vladimir! After he came to power, he successfully countered those interest groups and realized his lofty ideal of governing the country."

"Do you remember what method he used?" Liszt felt that Shen Ye's movements became faster, maybe he wanted to gag him earlier.

The student who just breathed a sigh of relief: "...he used to be a killer. He used the secret service organization to assassinate/kill several wealthy businessmen who took the lead in threatening him, and made an example to everyone."

Recently, Liszt often gave classes to Shen Ye while receiving treatment. The teacher happily taught, only taking exams without scoring.

"There is a better way than killing people. Killing people is too cruel." Liszt took off his mask, and a black molar almost fell off his gums. "Guess what it is?"

"Does it win hearts?"

Liszt laughed strangely: "You are so cute, how can Boss Bai be able to stand up to you, unless he can't."

He can do it, Shen Ye said in his heart, blushing from his neck to his earlobes.

Teacher Li stopped teasing him, and said seriously: "It's fear, an inevitable danger... just like they are afraid of you."

The light blade popped out with a click, Shen Ye's hand was steady, he made a hissing gesture to Liszt, and began to remove the rotten flesh on his withered gums.

"A super special person, are you?" Liszt gritted his teeth and said, "There is no need to answer, the answer is already in everyone's heart, this is just right, the unknown is the catalyst of fear."

Shen Ye tore off a piece of medical adhesive, and stuck it to his still good half of his lips.

Liszt: "..."

What is the answer in Liszt's heart, Shen Ye thought, he must believe that I am a super special person, so he insisted on asking me to treat him, and basically agreed to all the requests made by Shen Ye.

Liszt's mental power has been destroyed by the NSAD virus. He is no different from a disabled person now, and he can't even control the reading lights in the ward.

The Stranger of St. Lefes and the witch doctor of Hong Wei Er have been unable to save his poisoned nervous system through mental influence.

Liszt can only choose to believe that Shen Ye is a super special person who can affect even the handicapped, his last chance.

"I will try hypnotherapy, this will have no side effects on you." Shen Ye looked into Liszt's eyes, "Patients never fear the scalpel, their enemy is not a doctor, but a virus. Your and my enemy are both viruses. "

Liszt's tight line of consciousness relaxed.

There must be surveillance in the room, Shen Ye can't take advantage of Liszt's influence to ask sensitive questions, he has to do it professionally, like a psychiatrist.

The little green potion that could erase the traces of Pope's influence on mental power was mixed in the nutritional supplements. Even if everyone doubted him, they could only be suspicious, and he would not leave any evidence.

Lister's nervous system was abnormally active under the action of the NSAD virus, greedily absorbing the essential proteins and amino acids in his body that should be supplied to the immune system. Although the host could no longer feel the excitement under the stimulation, he still suffered from insomnia, dreaminess, and nervous disorders Wait for trouble.

What an ironic virus this is. Ordinary people with normal mental powers are more likely to be infected, and while suffering physical and mental pain, they gradually become obstacles they ignore and hate, and the only effective way to relieve it is actually the special person. Mental power influence!

It's like a revenge spree.

After treatment, Liszt appeared sleepy, and slowly took a cup of the prepared nutritional supplement, which actually less stimulated his fragile stomach than raw food.

"The stability of the political situation requires all parties to check each other and fear each other." Li Siqiang paid the price for this treatment, "Santa Lefeus is a good knife, but too many people are staring at it, and if you take it by force, you will be backlash ;Wild eccentrics have neither quantity nor quality, just like looking for a needle in a haystack. If you want to get the same sharp weapon, what will you do? Of course, find a way to forge it, and you can have as many as you want, but unfortunately..."

Liszt seemed to fall asleep with regret.

Plutocrats, control, political situation, broken situation, fear, sharp weapon, forging, method...

Shen Ye carefully memorized every word he said, even the expression and tone when he said those words. Analyzing the intention and connotation of others is his weakness, and he will relay these to Bai Yang and the chef, and they will solve the puzzle.