Artificial Intelligence and Human Intellectual Disability

"Hi! Dear Carl! I haven't seen you all winter. Where have you been?" The farmer's plump wife greeted the yard loudly, shaking the two balls on her chest deliberately, "The water pipes of the sprinkler system are blocked, waiting You help us fix it!"

The chef squatted in the yard scraping fish scales, and the shiny flakes splashed everywhere: "One time for two hundred." He didn't lift his head, and he actually spoke with a strange accent of the southern city-state.

The woman leaned on the low wall with her chest resting on the top of the wall: "I can, at this price. Are you free tonight?" She loosened her hair bun, and the wine red curly hair spread out, and tossed twice in the wind.

"Dad, when will dinner be served? I'm hungry." The black-skinned boy tapped on the ground with a bamboo stick, touched the door frame and stepped out of the house, with a pair of dull gray pupils in his big eyes.

Once, the bamboo stick swayed so big that it happened to hit the chef's buttocks with a lot of force.

"!" The chef drew his knife and stabbed open the belly of the fish to remove the internal organs. "Now! Stay in the blind room and don't wander around!"

The boy felt aggrieved and sat on the broken wooden bench by touching the wall: "I bask in the sun to keep me warm."

The farmer's wife was stunned: "Carl! How did you give birth to such a big son in one winter?! My old lady is a little envious of his mother."

"I met Tong Shuipi when I was young and ignorant. This time I went out, the road was narrow, and the bastard was busy with everything and delayed my mother's pursuit of happiness, so I was forced to give it back to me." The chef answered very similarly, carrying the cut fish to wash , "Is there a shortage of manpower in your place? You don't need to pay for food and shelter. You can do dirty work and everything. Take it away now."

The smelly fish water was splashed on the corner of the wall to water the green onion seedlings, and at the end of the day, the boy's shoes were wet with the smell, which was worse than the smell of feet!

Nuka stared at the back of the chef's head and gritted his teeth. He was under the low eaves, and he could only vent his anger sideways: "Old woman, don't think about my father, I am determined to kill four stepdads and three stepmothers! Your sewer is blocked, find your man to pass it!"

"Hahahaha——" the chef laughed, and the dead fish in his hand seemed to come alive.

The farmer's wife walked away.

The chef zi la zi la fried the fish, sprinkled it with salt, and picked two green onions: "Boy, you can drive away the rotten peach blossoms, but don't block my way of making money. This week's wine money has scared you away, don't force me to sell the child."

"Smelly shameless," Nuka murmured, drawing a string of chefs' names on the ground with a bamboo stick, Adam, Bruno, Carl...

"It turns out that you are neither a lawyer nor a cook, but a master of time management who can pass through sewers all over the world!"

"Why haven't I seen you all winter, she thinks you are her spring!"

"Isn't it good for a grown-up to do something to make money? To pass the sewer for an old woman... Heh, it's a pity that I used to think that a chef... Bah bah bah! Are you a fake?"

The chef turned the fish over, sprinkled green onions and added water, and snorted coldly: "You are better than me at counterfeiting! The small composition is well written, at least there are no typos, but the certification is a bit rough. Oh, I said small Blind man, your eyes were born? I’ve only seen you like this twice in all the years I’ve lived.”

"Twice!" the chef emphasized, holding out two fingers.

"It's none of your business!" Nuka felt guilty, he couldn't win the opponent with his mouth, and he still posted the blame on the Internet, and he could check it at any time.Unlike this old rascal, it's just him and...

etc?Nuka shuddered, and the gray pupils focused instantly.twice?He said it twice! Small clinic in C7 area!

Nuka has the same expression as the fish in the pot at the moment.

He remembered!On the night when he met Shen Ye for the first time, he went to that black clinic in C7 to steal medicine. At that time, he thought that no one had seen him, but for no reason, he was chased by several black suits for several blocks.

That was also the last time he stole something, because he met Shen Ye.

The chef is indeed a fake doctor from that black clinic, no wonder he looks familiar!

Nuka's heart sank, and he hit the gun again. The other party who stole the medicine back then knew about it and remembered him.Who made his eyes so special, Nuka wanted to poke himself blind!

Random recognition of old acquaintances?If you don't mention the clinic, maybe people won't remember him.

The grilled fish was out of the pot, and the smell of the thief made Nuka's mouth water.But he had to be reserved, pretending that he didn't care, and if he didn't give him food, it would be a big deal for him to go to the farm next door to beg for food.

Bah bah bah!Don't go to the old woman's place if you ask for food!Earls was so rich that he returned to his old business to ensure he would not starve to death.

The chef took two pieces of cake, one for each person. The fish was picked from the middle, and the head and tail were evenly divided, and the tail was given to Nuka.

The two meals are no more, no less, half and half, and he doesn't care about age, body size, whether it's the host or the guest, and the status... He is very equal, as if everyone is the same, there is no difference.

"Feed the leftovers to the dogs."

"You don't have dog food at home?" Nuka looked at Woolf who was lying on the steps basking in the sun and dozing.

In the past, he was doted on by his brother for many years, but now he is so old that he has been reduced to picking up leftovers. Poor!

The chef ate quickly, and tore off a large piece of bread: "Pretentious! Dogs don't know how to pick up leftovers, so they will starve to death sooner or later...You little bastard, do you want to exchange the medicine for money or eat it as jelly beans?"

"No!" Nuka's face was hot, but fortunately, the black skin did not show color.Calling stealing as taking, he is still the little thief back then, which is unbearable.

Nuka secretly left the fish tail with meat, and dipped the fish soup with the cake: "I needed medicine to cure my illness, but I couldn't read at that time, so I didn't know what kind of medicine could cure it, so I took a few more bottles... I can Pay back your money, double it."

"Who was treated? Was it cured later?" The chef didn't mention the money.

Nuka bit her lower lip: "No, my mother. She sucks fans, but she is actually dead, her eyes are still open... I didn't understand at the time, I thought I could live by taking medicine... Those, how much is the total?"

The chef didn't answer any more, and didn't look up at Nuka. He ate food silently, looking very hungry and working hard.

Nuka was full, left some to feed to Woolf, stroked the dog's head and asked, "My brother, are you all right? But he's still sleeping in the medical cabin—"

"If you don't want to stand up to treat that person, why don't you lie down for a while?" The chef put down the bowl and chopsticks and ordered Nuka, "You clean up. The cook doesn't care about washing the dishes. It's the rule here."

Nuka whispered: "It seems that you often have people here to obey the rules, plumber!" "Does he not want to get up? Is he pretending to be sick? We almost killed him!"

Ah!The chef lit a healthy cigarette and sat on the steps squinting and smoking: "I, have I become us?"

"Nonsense! It's not bad for us, you and me, don't you rely on the dog?" Nuka worked very quickly, and even picked up the small yard. There are mountains, waters and green grass. This place is really good.

No wonder everyone wants to come to Earls, the town is as developed as a sci-fi movie, and the countryside is as beautiful as a landscape painting.

Nuka compared it in her heart, and seemed to like the countryside more.His brother will definitely stay in Yahua City when he gets well with Bai Yang. He has no house, no land, no relatives and no reason in Muxing, and he can float anywhere like floating dust.

"Hello! Do you have a residence permit for Earls?" Nuka squatted in front of the chef, picking up twigs and picking off the dried mud on the soles of his boots.

The chef snorted and answered in the affirmative, and then teased: "What? You don't get too involved in the drama, and you want to use the name of father and son to get a residence permit with me? Hahahaha, sweetie!"

"Just ask how you can get it." Nuka cleaned up his own, and naturally continued to clean the chef's boots stretched under the steps. I don't think it's appropriate to do so.

Instead, the chef shrank his feet uncomfortably, and Nuka grabbed the toe of his boot and pressed down again.

The wooden stick is scratched through the composite thick bottom, but it doesn't feel very clear, there is a vague and distant itching, and the warm fragments of the old days are picked up in a daze.

The man exhaled smoke rings, remembering that when he was a child, whenever he had a cold or fever, his mother would pull his feet to warm them before going to bed, and then massage them gently.

She said that this would stimulate the acupuncture points to speed up metabolism and expel the virus, which is healthier than taking medicine.

At that time, he felt that pinching the soles of his feet was a bit itchy, and he often couldn't help giggling, and his mother laughed too, so even the memory of being sick became beautiful.

I can't remember how many times, he fell asleep peacefully under his mother's gentle kneading, and his dream was also sweet with laughter.

Later, he used these feet to walk a long, long way alone. He walked through many muddy and bumpy roads, and the soles of his feet became thick and powerful. But I never felt the tenderness of my mother's hands again.

The chef stubbed out the cigarette, but couldn't take back the burning heat in his eyes. He suddenly withdrew his feet, stood up and stomped vigorously on the stone floor, as if he wanted to kick the untimely weakness back to the ground.

"Okay, shave cleanly than your face!"

Nuka clapped her hands proudly: "I can shave my face too, believe it or not?"

puff!The chef couldn't help laughing: "There are three ways to get a residence permit. The first is investment, you don't have to think about it; Looking for a man..."

Nuka grabbed the bamboo stick and smacked his ass: "I'm looking for you... Get lost!"

"Hahahaha, shameless son!" The chef jumped onto the low wall, dodging his legs flexibly, as if dancing in the soul, "Don't you want to be my son forever? I have no problem hey... hey!"

The last sound was to greet outside the wall.

Nuka thought he was cheating, but he didn't dare to take the risk, so he took the bamboo stick and poked it in front of him, turning back into a weak and helpless blind child.

Indeed, someone came over and drove an anti-epidemic vehicle. The driver poked his head out and shouted, "Have you found any warhead rats at home recently? It's not far from the farm. Be careful. There's no cure for a zombie disease. The whole body rots." Die to death, evil barrier!"

He didn't get out of the car, and threw two packets of powder from afar, and was picked up by the chef, and the car had already driven away to the farm.

"Warnite," the chef threw the powder packet in the corner without opening it. "This thing pollutes groundwater and has been banned for many years. When will the stock be taken out for waste use, the welfare of the underworld will not afford it!"

"You wrote about this! There are also warhead rats that carry a variety of viruses, and the rat meat is not safe to eat, so that the unscrupulous manufacturer who secretly added rat meat to the nutritional cream went bankrupt!"

Nuka's face turned from admiration to doubt: "But my brother said that there is currently no evidence to prove that the zombie virus is transmitted by warhead rats. At least the possibility of contact infection is small. If you eat meat...it is possible. Raw food is the most dangerous."

The chef looked at the direction of the car, and the farm was indeed the mouse's favorite paradise. His lips were tightly pursed, and the brows became deeper.

"You... don't turn on the water pipes everywhere recently, no... it's not safe." Nuka muttered in a low voice.

Maybe it was because his mind was too far away, the chef didn't quite hear this instruction, ignored the connotation, and actually agreed with it.Nuka ran away.

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They, Shen Ye just wrote two words in Bai Yang's palm, and Bai Yang immediately knew what he wanted to ask, and shouted angrily: "Don't worry! I have sent someone to track down the murderer, and he will definitely be caught in a short time." Bring to justice!"

Even Gao Zhan at the door could hear it clearly, it felt like he was swearing to his little boyfriend who was in love.

That means they haven't been caught yet, so Shen Ye is relieved.He wrote two more words: Wu Song.

"Why do you always mention him in front of me?" Bai Yang looked jealous.

It's not that he can't help Shen Ye contact the other party, nor is it because he is afraid that his reputation will be damaged, but since Wu Song is being monitored and investigated, Shen Ye will come closer, and the two closely watched targets will not be able to get together. What dangerous chemical reaction happened.

"Don't think about it, take good care of your wounds, Li Er is still waiting for your help!"

Shen Ye's eyes were cold. He had only scratched the surface of the zombie virus, and it was a thousand miles away from being cured. It's hard to say whether it can save lives, but the chance of dying should be higher.

If Shen Ye can treat Liszt, he can easily remove the hat of the suspect in the Tai Ming case.On the contrary, if it is cured badly, it may face retaliatory convictions, which is the anger of those in power.

Zombie disease is a nervous system disease, Shen Ye may be able to help the patient control the deterioration of the disease by using super mental power, but at the same time it will also be a real blow to the identity, the outcome may not be better than going to jail.

The two of them exchanged this meaning with their eyes, and Shen Ye wrote into Bai Yang's palm again, but he grasped it.

"I understand you." Being attacked and injured is also the best way to avoid the treatment of Li Er, delay it, at least the Li family will not force him for a week.

In terms of the situation, Shen Ye is getting better and better, Li Er is getting worse and worse, it is clear at a glance who can survive.

And Shen Ye also wanted to use this time to contact Wu Song to discuss issues related to the NSAD virus.Every minute and every second since he came to Earls has been carefully planned and utilized by him, dancing on the tip of a knife, without any mistakes or waste.

Bai Yang rubbed that hand, feeling distressed: "You don't have to think so much, and I, if I can't even cover you, it doesn't matter if I am the chief inspector, just retire and go home, cook and wipe for my husband go!"

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~Speaking like you don't have to work in front of the Chief Inspector~