Artificial Intelligence and Human Intellectual Disability

The temporary parking space in the old city is relatively tight, so the car had to park in the three-dimensional parking lot near the Alliance Academy of Sciences, commonly known as the "Car Rubik's Cube".

Bai Yang and Shen Ye took the elevator from Che Rubik's Cube back to the ground, and walked across the street.

After Yahua City built the empty track, the streets are no longer as crowded as before.

The locust trees on both sides of the road are tall and dense, and the branches and leaves are intertwined to set up a canopy above the head; the automatic sprinkler column sprinkles water mist on the newly trimmed lawn, reflecting miniature rainbows.

The sun at noon in spring leaks through the leaf gaps, and the warmth is moist and cool.

"The air here has a smell," Shen Ye sucked in a big gulp, the swelling made the wound on his lung ache, but he still couldn't help it, and took a deep breath greedily.

Pain can also become enjoyment, as long as you get hooked on it.

"Not drunk anymore?" Bai Yang teased, "What's the smell?"

"The taste of life, the air of life." Not the dead air of Evening Star.

Bai Yang unconsciously took a few deep breaths when he said that, and raised his finger to the side of the street: "Professor Ning's home is there, do you want to go and see it? The place where Ayu lived when he was a child."

Shen Ye's eyelashes drooped, and soon he raised them again to look at the old buildings: "Think."

There are more than a dozen family buildings of the Academy of Sciences, built horizontally and vertically, and the exterior walls have been repeatedly painted with rainproof paint, but there are still corners and corners that stubbornly reveal the old nature of the building.

Shen Ye raised his eyes and looked at a certain window on the 17th floor of a building.

Bai Yang followed his gaze and pointed to the past: "That one, that's the one with the wind flag hanging on the balcony."

"That's a windsock. It's broken." The cylindrical weathervane is sewn with two-color silk cloth. This one is white and green. A rag buckled.

It is inexplicably reminiscent of the flag fluttering on the steeple of a Gothic castle, like a mourning for the past.

Bai Yang held Shen Ye's hand, which was very cold, as if holding a handful of ice from the cold winter until the spring melted: "I guess Ayu did it."

"His handwork is terrible." Shen Ye's voice also seemed to be frosted, with a wet and cold sound.

The two took the elevator upstairs.

The old house retains the neighborhood structure, with two households on one ladder, and both doors are tightly closed.

The difference is that the door on the right has a cartoon hand-painted door plate, the visitor window has been wiped clean and bright, and there are traditional peach charms to celebrate the New Year pasted on it, making it festive and lively.And the one on the left is bare, with dust on the handle.

Shen Ye stared at a piece of ground next to the door, it was empty, not like a mechanical bicycle in a family with children, boys love that kind.

"Find a way to go in and have a look," Bai Yang's green eyes flickered, and he was already thinking about access control.

Shen Ye hurriedly took him by the hand and backed away: "No, this... If you break into a private house and break the law, the system will notify the owner and call the police."

"That's Nuka's level," Bai Yang said confidently, "It will be over soon, we just came back to help Professor Ning clean the room."

"It's super encrypted, you can't solve it—" Before Shen Ye poured out a ladle of cold water, he heard the ding-dong notification that the door was unlocked.

Bai Yang turned his head and smiled shrewdly, showing his white teeth: "I have a secret weapon, I admire it a lot, don't I?"

Right fart!Shen Ye felt that he must be possessed by a demon, so he followed Bai Yang into this room.

There is a huge concealed wall cabinet in the entrance, behind the folding sliding door, the left hand is the kitchen, the single seat of the sofa in the living room will creak slightly when sitting down, the empty birdcage is placed under the flower stand and is entangled in ivy...

Fragments of many memories flooded into his mind, like a sudden powerful data flow, Shen Ye's brain froze for a moment.

The house is unoccupied for a long time, the doors and windows are closed, and the inside is gradually brewing with a dead air, as if its life is frozen at that moment when the last person leaves, and someone has to re-enter, bustling and bustling to make up for the blank time. Popularity can bring it back to life.

When Bai Yang said he came to clean the room, he really came to clean the room.

As soon as he entered the house, he first started the water and electricity system, then opened all the windows, removed all the dusty curtains and sheets and stuffed them into the washing machine.

"No one has been here for at least five or eight years, so don't worry about the police, we are safe."

Bai Yang only found a cleaning machine in the house. It was a little old, but it was still usable. He gave it to Shen Ye and took the cleaning rag himself.

Are you not a police officer yourself?Shen Ye was brought back to reality by the arduous labor task, seeing that Bai Yang was helpless in "guarding himself and stealing", maybe if someone found out, he would have to cooperate with him to "cry and catch the thief".

The two divided the territory and started working.

People who are lacking in popularity are full of ghosts, and there may be voices that do not belong to this world from some corner, as if they are the old days witnessed by the lonely old house, and now they have finally caught someone to talk to.

Shen Ye seemed to hear the little boy whispering to himself, and when he turned off the cleaning machine and listened carefully, he returned to tranquility.

The sudden pause is always accompanied by a pair of cold and resentful eyes, full of warning and irritability.

eat!If you like it so much, eat it all!Did I not let you eat?Have you been treated badly?Eat up!Not even a scum is allowed!

The little boy's mouth was filled with muffin cakes, and he had no time to swallow, and he couldn't even breathe... The hand was still squeezing the cakes into his throat.

Uh, cough, cough, cough——

Shen Ye pushed the cleaning machine quickly past the kitchen, not daring to take a look inside, he found Bai Yang in the study.

Bai Yang wiped the bookshelf manually with a rag. The dark brown solid wood bookshelf was solid and thick, from the floor to the ceiling. "What's wrong?"

Shen Ye falteringly pointed behind him: "Cook, kitchen... I don't know how to do it, I..."

"I'll clean it up," Bai Yang washed the rag in the bucket, the color of the filth became darker, and the dirty things were collected together and washed down the sewer.

Bai Yang concentrated on it, as if he didn't find anything unusual.

Professor Ning's house is not big, with two bedrooms and one living room in the standard old layout, enough for a family of three.

It's just that one of the bedrooms has been transformed into a study, and only the other room can accommodate people, and a lot of space is taken up by a set of large wardrobes.

The room had been cleaned thoroughly, maybe after Mrs. Ning passed away, or after Ayu was sent away.

There is no women's or children's clothing here, like a single man's residence, or a single man who makes a living.

Bai Yang wiped the empty wardrobe from the outside to the inside. On the back panel of the bottom cabinet, his fingertips touched a bump, about the size of a child's fist.

He switched his right hand and poked it in, touching it with his flesh and blood, and the lines extending under his fingertips were stitched together into a picture in his brain.

It was a piece of clover, the four-leaf heart shape was arranged up and down, left and right, with the apices facing each other, and an arc-shaped petiole was drawn between the two lower right leaves, and each leaf had six diagonal lines from the upper right to the lower left.

The brushwork is very immature, the engraving lines are uneven, and the tool is guessed to be the sharp point on the toy or the edges and corners of the building blocks. Fingernails are also possible, and it is not done overnight. It should be carved many times day after day.

There are no two identical leaves in the world, but this clover graffiti is not the only one, the other one is on Bai Yang's nameplate.

Bai Yang turned around and looked for Shen Ye with his eyes. He had already wiped the living room floor until it was shiny.

Bai Yang clenched the rag in his palm and squeezed out water.

If you look at his diary, his family, and his life from another angle... there is a set of logic that is surprisingly smooth but shocking.

The two of them cleaned very seriously for no reason. After the curtains and sheets were washed, dried, and re-hanged, the house finally showed some vitality.

Bai Yang cleaned the window and dismantled the old windsock from the balcony: "Let's make a new one."

"Here?" Shen Ye opened his eyes, "There are no tools here, neither fabric nor needlework."

Bai Yang shook the scissors and glue he found while cleaning, took off his jacket, and then his blue shirt, and cut off one sleeve with a snap of the scissors.

clack clack-

Shen Ye shook his head and stepped back, leaning his back against the wall.His chicken-yellow shirt was newly bought, and he hadn't been in the water for the second time, and he spent more than 600 yuan in vain.

Bai Yang slammed his arm on the wall, leaned over to make a hooligan look, and shook the scissors: "Beauty, break your sleeve~"

Shen Ye: "..."

Coaxed by him, Shen Ye obediently handed over a sleeve.

With one arm bare, the two squatted in the center of the living room and cut the sleeves into four-finger-wide rings, and glued them together at intervals to form strips with one end thick and the other thin, and a simple windsock was made.

The tender yellow and sky blue are very small and fresh, and Bai Yang also ingeniously used leftover materials to grow it two long tails, one yellow and one blue.

"Isn't it amazing? With me here, it's hard to think about handcrafting!"

Looking up from downstairs again, the window on the 17th floor was no longer dead and gray, and the yellow and blue windsock floated up, as if waving at them.

Shen Ye narrowed his eyes slightly, moist as if stung by the sun.Now here, there are also memories that he would like to relive.

"The ivy in the past is all dead, we have to bring a few potted flowers next time." Bai Yang pulled up the memo, "There is also a new cleaning machine, and we need to find a worker to unblock the washing machine..."

"I'm here to look for it." Shen Ye said as he walked.

"?" "You can help choose flowers."

"I said I'm here to find a worker," Shen Ye said solemnly to Bai Yang, "He can drain the water, change the cleaning machine and choose flowers." "He's called a chef."