Artificial Intelligence and Human Intellectual Disability

The chef opened the door and entered the yard, stomped the wet mud on the soles of his boots on the stone steps in front of the house, took off the tool bag at his waist and threw it outside the door, patted the dust all over his body with a towel before entering the house.

The people in the room had heard the movement long ago, but they didn't respond. They waited for someone to walk behind and said, "Well, the rice is in the pot, you serve it yourself."

The chef stared at Nuka's eyebrows and eyes in the mirror with great interest: "Do you want my son and daughter to be safe?"

In the mirror, a pair of big eye circles were covered with half an inch of eye shadow, and the false eyelashes were lifted up on the forehead. After such a flip, the effect was quite scary.

Nuka was pretending to be a woman, so in addition to eyelashes and eyeshadow, she also put on powder and a wig.

He has dark skin, and the white/powder pastes the baby fat on his face to barely cover his true color; in order to hide his dirty braids, a young pink wig is long and shaggy.

It's hard to say!The chef sucked his gums: "Is there another self living inside you?"

"Huh?" Nuka pursed her lips, carefully applied the nude lip glaze, and sipped it up and down, her whole person looked completely new, "Catch a big fish tonight."

He intentionally made a whiny voice, and twisted his waist when he got up.

The chef's tongue was numb, and the sarcasm inexplicably changed its tone: "Just you, it's almost as good as being eaten and wiped off by the hook! Time and place, I will go for you."

Nuka has never received this kind of courtesy, and her hands were so strong that she almost tore off the black silk covering her knees: "No, no... I told Kai Jia that she was the little sister of the original account owner, and suddenly What's the deal with the old man? People will be suspicious... Besides, you are mighty and majestic, and you don't look like a drug addict!"

"I may have seen Janet when I opened the house. Now everyone knows that Janet is dead. Maybe the other party has dug a hole for you to deliver food." The chef couldn't bear to look directly. Nuka began to wear skirts, and there were fake breasts in the tights.

"It is necessary to take a little risk. I didn't lie to the seller. I said that my sister died of a seizure. We both relied on her to get the goods. If she is gone, I can't rely on myself? The story line is reasonable."

Nuka shook the long hair that blocked her view, shook the two balls of silicone to the same height, and then looked sideways in the mirror: "Don't worry, Mr. Bai's people will follow, hold down the bastard as soon as he shows up, I'm just a cameo."

The chef scoffed: "It's quite a show, the actor's self-cultivation is high enough!"

He went to serve dinner, and suddenly he was very hungry.Nuka stewed a pot of sausage spring bamboo shoots rice tonight. Compared with the two, Nuka is obviously more like a chef.

The sound of high heels knocking on the ground came from inside to outside, and Nuka went out.

The chef sat on the beer crate in the kitchen and cooked rice. His throat was so thirsty that he opened a can and drank it all in one go.

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Nuka knows that there are risks in making bait, and Bai Yang has already explained the pros and cons to him one by one.

Regardless of the cases surrounding Shen Ye, the melamine controversy behind Janet's death, even the god-making plan that revealed clues, Bai Yang's resurrection at just the right time... Behind all the questions lies a thread of entanglement. rope.

They grabbed the end of the thread and pulled it again and again, trying to pull out the hidden thread, but in the end they all broke, but as long as there is still a slender thread that can be used, they will not give up.

Contact Janet's house demolition. If it is someone behind the scenes, he may know the purpose of Janet's purchase of angel tears. After all, the media has already reported that she is a disabled person.

But the other party cannot rule out that there are still insiders around Janet, such as this "little sister" who offered to deliver to the door. If Janet has revealed something to her... it is better for her to shut up forever.

When Nuka was chatting online, he deliberately showed that he knew a little "inside information" in order to lower the price.The other party didn't fall for it, but still agreed to ship it to her at the old price.

If it was just an ordinary demolition of the house, the police could also get conclusive evidence of Janet's purchase of drugs, which might help track down the murderer.

The agreed place was not far away. It was in a scrap car recycling yard nearby. Nuka's heel got stuck in the cracks of the rusted iron sheet several times, making it difficult to walk.

Pretending to be a pink girl is more strenuous than pretending to be blind. Nuka has already turned into the scrap yard, with parts scattered on the ground, and the surrounding frames that have been squeezed into blocks by machinery are piled up several stories high.

For the nth time, Nuka bent over and grabbed her calf and pulled out the heel of her shoe, the fake breasts almost rolled out of the neckline.When the agreed time came, the other party's communication hadn't arrived yet.

Oh shit!

It was too dark, and there were no street lights here. Nuka was just about to light up his smart phone to illuminate the road, when he heard a light rubbing and creaking sound above his head——

He raised his head, and the huge black shadow fell down like Thor's hammer.

Nuka's hair stood on end, but fortunately his foot was pulled out from the shoe opening, and he rolled sideways out of inertia.

In the next second, boom!A piece of smart car compressed into a discus was less than a foot wide from the back of his head, pressing down his pink wig.

Boom!Boom!There were two more crashes, obviously different from just now, this time it was a gun/bullet, shot into the ground next to Nuka, and rubbed sparks with the metal parts.

Nuka scrambled and hid under the rubbish pile next to him, looked left and right, and gasped for breath.

He knew there was danger, but he didn't expect the other party to be so direct, even serving two appetizers without seeing each other, it was a feast of death!

The surroundings returned to dead silence, neither the killer nor the special police under Bai Yang's surveillance were seen, Nuka did not dare to move without authorization, so he could only hope that the police would catch the villain quickly.

Suddenly, a big iron-like hand clamped Nuka's lips tightly from behind. Nuka was surprised that something was wrong, but his mouth was faster than his brain, and even though he couldn't call for help, he still bit the palm of his hand A little flesh.

Immediately he realized that this person probably didn't want to kill him, he should have covered his nose together, compared to this slap, his face is really not that big.

This hesitation interrupted his violent struggle, and only symbolically kicked off the other high heel.

The familiar smell of healthy smoke crawled into the nasal cavity along the palm lines, and the hand was released.

Nuka turned around and saw the chef in black, it was him!

The chef shook his bitten hand, shook his head, and the cat waist led the way, motioning for Nuka to follow.

Nuka moved nimbly, without the hindrance of high heels, she walked fast, but the black silk was useless, the floor was covered with broken parts and cut her feet, and after a while, the cut black silk shrank up her ankles and turned into shorts.

Nuka endured the pain and did not dare to make a sound, trying to follow the chef closely.

The chef's equipment is very suitable for night walking, the soles are soft and soundless, and the black clothes are close-fitting.

Usually he wears loose overalls and his figure is not obvious, but now his muscles are holding up his underwear, like a hunting black panther.

The chef turned his head during a pause, and frowned to express his dissatisfaction with Nuka's distraction. As soon as his eyes fell, he saw his bare/bare feet, and the frown between his brows deepened.

Nuka digs his toes in embarrassment, knowing that he is both funny and embarrassed, the key is that his feet hurt too much, and he can't keep up with the chef's speed.

The chef took two steps back, without even saying hello, took Nuka by the arm and hung him on his back, and continued to walk like flying.

Nuka almost screamed out, wrapping her hands and feet around the chef's neck and waist, for fear of being thrown off by him.

As it turns out, the Panther mount is fast and steady.The chef had already escaped from the garbage dump just after a few detours, and there were gunshots coming and going behind him. It should be that the special police and the killer had exchanged fire.

Amitabha, hallelujah... his bait has finally succeeded!

The chef twisted his body and pushed Nuka into a trash can, leaned over and said in a low voice, "I'll go back to help, you stay here and don't move around, and wait for me to come back."

"be careful--"

Nuka scratched the side of the box, and pushed back the lid of the box that the chef put down with his protruding head.

He is no stranger to drilling trash cans. In the past, when he was wandering in Evening Star, when it was windy, rainy or cold, he would crawl into the trash can and spend the night, and sometimes he could pick up leftovers or expired nutrition cream.

Nuka felt that he was very happy. The garbage at the bottom of the box was soft and not smelly. He pulled out the nails and rusted iron pieces pierced into the flesh with his feet, and found foam boards and rags to tie a pair of shoes on his feet. .

This way, when the chef came back, he wouldn't have to be carried away by him. Although the taste was not bad, it felt inexplicably ashamed.

After Nuka fiddled with these, he began to worry about the chef's safety.

Although that guy always teased him, he was full of paternalism, and he was naturally asked to clean and cook, and he seemed to be particularly indebted for pocket money...but still, he didn't want anything to happen to him.

Therefore, when the lid of the box was lifted, and the chef showed that grin that made his teeth itch, Nuka felt like it was dawn at last, as if he had once again escaped the long night of snowstorm that killed his dog when he was young.

"Tetanus, sepsis, whatever it is can kill you, good luck, these two feet will be cut off, from now on you will stand on three legs with crutches and blind sticks, and you will be very majestic when you go out!"

After returning home, the chef removed the rubbish wrapped around Nuka's injured foot, and gave him an immunization shot: "I've been with your brother for so many years, and I don't have any common sense? Wait, soak it in the medicine solution..."

Nuka sat on the edge of the bed, leaning on her arms, watching the chef pour warm water into the foot basin: "You... are your hands okay?"

He bites.

The chef raised his palm and glanced, and laughed muffledly: "Well, you need to be vaccinated against rabies."

"!" Nuka was about to get annoyed when his feet were suddenly grabbed by big hands and pushed into the water basin. His lungs instantly swelled, as if his whole body had been pushed into the water, and he couldn't speak a word.

"Did you catch a big fish?" Nuka tried his best to divert the topic away, not thinking about his feet.

The next second, the chef pressed his face with a wet towel: "Wipe off your panda outfit... Don't worry, it's not a foot cloth."

"Shouldn't have run away."

He followed Nuka to touch it, the praying mantis caught the cicada, but the oriole saw it most clearly.The chef used a little trick to make the killer think that the bait was still escaping, and wrapped the target into the SWAT net.

"If it weren't for my bad shoes, my ability to escape would not be bad." Nuka grumbled.

The chef said perfunctorily: "Who said it wasn't, to escape the scene back then and recognize my father..."

"Hey?" Nuka was pierced, and his face became hot, "You, how valuable is it? Is it worth one or two of you chasing me for a few streets?" "Did you see it?"

The chef nodded while lighting a cigarette: "Why do you know why the black clothes are chasing you?"

Nuka shook his head. In his early years, he sneaked around and got used to chasing and chasing dogs. He would just run away, and he didn't think too much about it.

"Maybe it's my mother's creditor? Or was I cheated? There are too many possibilities—"

"In the medicine you took, there is a grain of rice."

Nuka's eyes widened: "Rice grains? You said that?!"

The chef had spoken to him about the implanted bone tracker, and checked his shoulder blades, which luckily he didn't.

"Yes, I took that one from Luanke Tang. I mixed it in the potion bottle, guessing that one day I might be able to catch shrimp soldiers and crab generals, and then continue to search along with them. It happened to be stolen by you, and you took that thing, After the tracking range will be locked, they mistakenly think you are the implanter."

"Me?" Nuka pointed to himself, "I'm so unlucky! How do they set the tracking range?"

"Watches, black clothes wearing a special watch, able to receive the signal of rice grains within 500 meters. I found them on the way to chase you, those two people, I saw the watches they were wearing, the same as back then... when my mother had an accident , the two people in that car passing by are identical. They are recyclers, for sure!"

"They wander around and find rice grains, and then they will use a series of schemes to test whether the implanters have developed into special ones. If they are, they will naturally find a way to recycle them; if not, they will be thrown away like scraps."

When mentioning his mother, the chef's mood fluctuated obviously, and he smoked more fiercely.

Nuka felt guilty because of the unintentional mistakes of the year, and because the chef mentioned the sad past mixed with other emotions, the taste was complicated.

"Yes, I'm sorry... rice grains, I lost them... I dropped something while running, isn't it... very bad?" That should be very important evidence and clues.

"I got it back." The chef regained his composure, "The two black clothes lost you, but I didn't lose them. I used their watches to find the grain of rice."

"Use, use their watches?" Is that person?

"Well, I killed him." The chef said lightly. "When you are young, it doesn't matter how serious you are. You should stay alive for a few days to pry something out."