Artificial Intelligence and Human Intellectual Disability

With the newly promoted title of dean, Shen Ye, who debuted at the C position, is busy with Park In-jae's second phase of bone and nerve repair surgery, unaware of his fame.

Sergeant Kane changed into a sterile suit and walked into the buffer zone, pressing the communication clock on the wall.

Shen Ye followed the sound and looked up, then walked over, and clearly saw the neuron pop test report that Kane had pasted on the glass, PDI: 1874

Facts have proved that his judgment is correct. Park In-jae was indeed influenced by a person with special psychic powers the night before he fell from the building. As for whether there is a causal relationship between the two, it depends on other evidence.

Other evidence also includes the sudden departure of his wife Zaozao Misaki.

The two looked at each other through the window, and there was a silent exchange of eyes.

Nothing in this world is more precious than life and freedom. The duty of a doctor is to protect life, and the mission of the police is to protect freedom. Fulfilling their respective obligations will be an extremely tacit cooperation.

Kane nodded slightly, retracted the report, and Shen Ye turned back to the operating table to continue working.

In the old castle in the needle pine forest, Pu Zhenger fell asleep in the game tent, and Bai Yang helped him cover the blanket.

A child is not as complicated as an adult when he thinks about things. He will cry a lot when he thinks of his mother, and he will be easily soothed by food and games after crying.

The older sister, Xier, was worried and out of mind all day long. She didn't turn a page in the exercise book with simulated paper pages for a long time, and often stared at a certain point in the void in a daze.

Bai Yang didn't try to appease her. For boys and girls of this age, external forces are more likely to make them resist rather than accept.

She is being filled with some emotions and feelings. Children don't know how to endure loneliness and self-dissolution like adults. When they can't hold it anymore, they will naturally pour it out.

According to the information sent by Kane, Park Xier, as a mentally handicapped person, did not attend some special basic schools in Evening Star, but entered a quite famous aristocratic school.

This may be the result of her excellent grades and her father Park In-jae's connections and money.

However, the vast majority of students in that school are ordinary people with money, and Pu Xier's special status will most likely make her less social and even isolated.

Bai Yang noticed that she hadn't used her smartphone to chat with people online almost all day, which meant that she really didn't have any friends who were good enough to confide in. It might be out of habit or hope that her mother would take the initiative to contact her by checking the news a few times.

In addition, Park Xi'er's clothes are very ordinary, just the local mid-range brand of Mu Xing, which also contrasts somewhat with her family's grand house and her father's glamorous career.

A mentally handicapped person who dresses plainly and lives among a group of fashionable ordinary people and wealthy second generations all day long. Her situation is easy to imagine.

Bai Yang passed in front of the girl, sat on the floor against the wall facing her sideways, wound a length of data cable from his wrist, attached the sensor patch to the charging port, and the red charging indicators on the back of his hand and the port lighted up at the same time.

Pu Xi'er's eyes widened, and she was deluded by this wave of coquettish operations. This is definitely not something a normal human can do!

Bai Yang still ignored her, and sat there as if in samadhi, rubbing energy.

"What kind of person is Dr. Shen?" Pu Xi'er asked softly.

Bai Yang turned his head, and the mechanical male voice lowered an octave: "Healthy, young, cute, beautiful, man."

Pu Xier was shocked by the superficiality of the robot, and was speechless for a while: "I didn't ask this..."

"What is that?" Bai Yang showed a cute and confused face with low EQ. Robots are always incapable of understanding abstract and emotional questions, "What kind of person is your father?"

He has loaded the companion chat module. If you don’t understand, you can ask, if you don’t know how to learn, you don’t need to wait for charging, and you can serve 24x7

"He's very busy," Pu Xi'er lowered her head slightly, her eyes were covered by bangs, the aura surrounding her at that moment was filled with rejection and disgust, and the rebelliousness of a good girl was revealed from the torn corner of the mask.

Bai Yang pretended not to notice: "Doctor Shen is also very busy."

"Will he die?" Pu Xi'er seemed to suddenly remember that his father was hovering between life and death.

But she carefully scrutinized this question, and it didn't have much to do with concern. Usually, concerns about the life and death of close relatives are somewhat fearful, and some family members even deliberately avoid such questions, for fear of hearing unwanted answers.

Pu Xier's question seemed to be just a question, and the tone was not much different from "Will it rain today?" It seemed that at most it was a regret for canceling an outdoor event.

Bai Yang shrugged untimely, looking a little indifferent: "I hope he recovers soon." The robot's plastic flower sympathized, and couldn't be more perfunctory to comfort him.

"What kind of person is your mother?"

The ability of chatting robots to find topics is also very limited. It seems that the next question will be as boring as "what kind of person is your brother?"

"She's the best mother in the world." Pu Xi'er answered unexpectedly earnestly, her expression became soft and sad.She asked again unwillingly: "What kind of person is Dr. Shen?"

Bai Yang imitated her expression and replied seriously: "He is the best doctor in the world."

Pu Xier: "..."

Proper awkward chat!The dual quotient of the robot encountered her unprecedented dimensionality reduction attack and dimension-breaking crush!

This, on the contrary, made her relax her vigilance, after all, people are never worried about throwing pillows and tree holes to reveal their secrets.

Near dinner time, Sergeant Kane came to Gothenburg with a policewoman. There were already many reporters guarding the street. The news that "Par commentator was suspected to be killed, and his wife suddenly left and became the biggest suspect" spread like wildfire. Walk.

The police seem to come to investigate Zazao Misaki's disappearance, but in fact, some of the questions they ask revolve around the situation when Park In-jae fell from the building.

"Why did your father climb up the steeple on the top of the building?" The policewoman opened the interrogation recorder.

Pu Xier glanced at his younger brother who was playing with the little train, and his fingers were entangled under the long-sleeved sweater: "Zheng Er thought there should be a flag on the castle, so I took him to make one together. Dad came back early last night , he went up to the top floor to help Seiji hang the flag."

: "What time is it?"

"It's past seven or eight, I can't remember."

: "Does your father often come home late? Is he busy with work?"

"It's very late," Pu Xi'er lowered her eyes, "I don't know what he's busy with, he won't talk to us about work and outside affairs."

: "Where were you when Dad fell from the building? Where are your mother and brother?"

There was fear in Pu Xi'er's widened eyes, and her voice trembled slightly, as if the scene at the time of the incident was replaying in her mind.

"I'm helping Dad up the ladder. That ladder is on the top floor platform. Maybe it was left by the construction workers... The ladder is a bit old, and it was windy and dark at that time... ...He suddenly fell sideways, with the ladder/ladder, I simply didn't have the strength to hold the ladder/ladder..."

The policewoman looked at Sergeant Kane questioningly, and then stopped asking questions. The little girl's mood fluctuated too much, and she sobbed silently.

For a while in the room, only the voice of Park Jung-er dubbing the little train to himself, woo-woo—beep—please pay attention when the train enters the station——

He was a train conductor for a while, and a passenger for a while, and he played multiple roles and had a lot of fun.

After a while, the policewoman continued to ask tentatively, "Where were my mother and brother at that time? Do you remember?"

"Mom is making dinner," Park Jung Er interrupted suddenly, blinking his eyelids and asked, "When will my mother come home?"

"Is mom cooking right? In the kitchen?" The policewoman asked Pu Xi'er for confirmation.

"Maybe, I didn't notice."

Sergeant Kane changed the subject: "The relationship between your parents... okay? I mean, have they had a fight or something lately?"

"They never fight," Park said. "It's bad to fight!"

"You're right." Kane rubbed the top of the little boy's hair, then looked at Pu Xi'er, he wanted to hear his sister's answer even more.

Pu Xi'er nodded, then shook her head again: "They didn't quarrel, never." The second half of the sentence was accentuated with gritted teeth, as if chewing up the shell of harmony she had just confirmed.

The policewoman asked: "Where do you think Mom might go? For example, relatives and friends' homes, or places she likes, wants to go, and is familiar with?"

Pu Xi'er's dazed eyes were filled with tears, and she slowly shook her head: "We have no relatives in Muxing, and she has no friends... I like it very much? I really want to go? I only know the places she is familiar with, my school, Zhenger's Kindergartens, morning markets where you can buy cheap vegetables, shopping malls where you can use discount coupons..."

The policewoman and Kane looked at each other. It was a typical full-time housewife's daily life. It seemed that there were no clues from the child.

Bai Yang had been preparing the dinner for the siblings in the kitchen. The chef finished the reminder with a ding of the machine, and he put the food on the table for warming up, while everyone walked out through the hallway.

Kane followed out: "Where are you going?"

"Call work," Bai Yang walked over to their dead tree hut, started the locomotive parked under the porch, "go to pick up people from get off work, this is only a part-time job."

Kane threw a time in front of him: "It's not even six o'clock."

"Hmm, why not 996? The female police officer you bring is good, she can stay, but I can't let me accompany the loneliness and sorrow of a young girl, it will be bad if I look at me."

Bai Yang unfolded his helmet, saluted Kane, and ran away in a hurry.

When Shen Ye called him out to go home, his expression was still a little dazed.

"Park In-jae's condition has just stabilized, and I was just about to tell you that I'm in the hospital tonight."

"You still don't go home when you're stable? The family members will complain." Bai Yang leaned on the motorcycle and patted the back seat, "Does the dean despise this car?"

That's right, Shen Ye opened his eyes, remembering that he was promoted today, and raised his finger to the next door: "They also said to let me go over, but I forgot. What does the dean need to do?"

Bai Yang scratched his head: "Should...you don't have to take care of the children yourself?"

"That's right, it seems that there is no need to give an inaugural speech." Shen Ye took the helmet, straddled the back seat of the motorcycle, and even his voice was exhausted, "Then let's go home, I'm a little hungry."