SHEEP

After pouring in cold water for half an hour, Yi Heye completely made himself ill.

The high fever that made him flutter all over, the headache that was like a catastrophe, and the unstoppable cough, but he had no time to worry about those shameful things that made him lose face.

He just stood in the cold water all the time, and there was a voice outside the door, "Why is it so long? Do you want me to go in and have a look?"

He hurriedly wrapped up his pajamas, and fell onto the bed so wet and drowsy.

In a daze, he vaguely heard Jian Yunxian say: "I didn't even brush my hair."

But he didn't have the strength to move, so he let the man hug his head and wrap it in a towel, holding up the hair dryer and blowing it on his head.

Yi Heye had a headache and tinnitus, but the buzzing sound of the hair dryer seemed not so noisy, and he even felt the warm air, shivering as he moved upwards.

In the end, for some reason, Jian Yunxian pushed his head and stuffed him back into the bed.

The moment the hair dryer stopped suddenly, Yi Heye, who was so burnt out, opened his eyes as if flashing back.

In front of him, Jian Yunxian's usual gentle and realistic expression disappeared, and he was seen in a haze, as if he was a machine that just came out.

This moment aroused Yi Heye's hunter's instinct, and immediately stopped the testimonial movement that had just opened a crack, suppressed the desire to cough, and quietly looked at Jian Yunxian's——

Because of his blurred consciousness, he couldn't guarantee that everything in front of him was not an illusion, but in a daze, he seemed to see a slight change in the color of Jian Yunxian's pupils, as if he was scanning something.

Soon, the fluorescent color in the pupils that seemed to be streaming data faded, and Jian Yunxian's expression returned to normal, but the precise data was reported in his mouth:

"The body temperature is 39 degrees 2, the high pressure is 89, the low pressure is 53, and the blood oxygen concentration is 85... This body is too fragile."

At this time, Yi Heye, who was squinting and pretending to sleep, suddenly stood up, coughing and sneering:

"Hmph, and said that I'm not a robot..."

He saw the pity on Jian Yunxian's face suddenly disappear, and the next second, a huge sheep pillow hit him in the face, knocking his head off.

In the second before falling asleep, the corner of his mouth was still full of pride that had not yet dissipated.

If pain can bring Yi Heye subtle pleasure, then illness can indeed bring him a rare sense of security.

He huddled under the quilt, allowing himself to feel chills all over his body over and over again, but his irritability gradually calmed down.

Because sick patients don't have to go to work or school, and they can forget about all trivial matters and troubles, which is also the top priority of being taken care of.

He likes to be sick.

It's a pity that Yi Heye's physical fitness is excellent. When he woke up, apart from his hoarse voice and slight pain in his head, he regained the super strength that can tear [-] AI by hand.

Not even a leave of absence will be approved.

Fortunately, after the fever subsided, Yi Heye no longer had so many unconscious thoughts.

At this moment, the house was empty and he was the only one left. After Yi Heye felt emptiness for a short time, he quickly entered the working state.

He hurriedly turned on the computer, and before he even clicked on the browser, the overwhelming news feeds occupied his screen——

"The sudden death of players is not an accident, and the shocking secret behind the four-dimensional network has been revealed."

"Siwei Siwei, president of Siwei, was charged with intentional homicide and was approved to be arrested. He is suspected of other crimes and is under investigation."

"Cover character: Fang Chunyang—Genius game development who was forced to disappear and then made a comeback."

"The Yangzhi Ganlu Forum issued an important statement: The entire network owes SHEEP an apology!"

……

Yi Heye has always been impatient in reading words, but just looking at the news, whether true or false, he immediately felt his headache intensified.

He scanned the big headlines, and he didn't know what he was looking for, but he knew that a phone came to him - Pei Xiangjin.

Yi Heye was being harassed by the text and had a terrible headache, so naturally he didn't have a good tone when answering the phone: "Hello?"

"You've finally woken up." Pei Xiangjin was obviously very irritable, "Your guardian cut off your communication, saying that you can only get through when you wake up, but you're fucking waiting for me to die."

Yi Heye looked down, only to find that there were indeed hundreds of phone calls from Pei Xiangjin—it seemed that they had been calling non-stop all day long.

He looked at Pei Xiangjin's tired face, but he didn't feel much guilt. Instead, he thanked Jian Yunxian in his heart for at least letting him sleep peacefully and comfortably.

"What's the matter?" Yi Heye stretched his shoulders and asked.

"About consciousness grafting." Pei Xiangjin said, "You have direct contact with him, do you have any clues, did Fang Chunyang do it himself?"

Yi Heye: "Didn't you see my contact process? I asked him, but he didn't answer, and then I..."

In the middle of speaking, he suddenly remembered the few words that the guy had disgusted him before he died, so he didn't finish——damn, bad luck.

"That's it?" Pei Xiangjin's exhausted heart seemed to be ignited by him, "I called you hundreds of times, and you just told me this?? At the beginning, I repeatedly asked you to ask a few more questions, but in the end Hurry up and give the witness to... Do you know that this matter is more serious than that Fang Chunyang..."

"That's a matter for your security department." Yi Heye interrupted him without interest, "I have nothing else to do, so I'll hang up first."

He ignored Pei Xiangjin's cursing and hung up the phone.

He stood up and subconsciously opened the window, only to find that it was gray outside the window.

As always, it was a cloudy day, and not far away was a large rumbling factory. Sniffing carefully, the air was also filled with a faint smell of sulfur.

This was no different from every day before, but this time, Yi Heye frowned.

The irritating gas made Yi Heye cough a few times, and he instantly thought of the child who coughed up blood and fell to the ground in front of him, and of the row of dying patients in the ward.

It was gloomy outside, and he thought of the thick poisonous fog and the dirty pink water again.

He gagged, frowned, and slammed the window shut.

How could he have such a moment, expecting to see the blue sky and white clouds when he opened the window, and what he breathed was fresh air.

I must be fucking crazy.

After closing the window, Jian Yunxian called:

"Honey, do you remember that you still have work to do?"

Yi Heye's slow brain circuit followed Qu'er: "Turing Sanatorium...you can drive me down."

I have a headache, now that I can't ride a bicycle, I can't turn my back on my back, and I will directly die in the line of duty.

"Okay." Jian Yun said with a smile, "I'll be there soon."

It wasn't until seeing Jian Yunxian himself that Yi Heye slowly came up with memories of yesterday before he fell asleep.

While looking at Jian Yunxian's face, he quickly got into the car.

After the car door was closed, Jian Yunxian stepped on the accelerator, and the car drove out steadily, Yi Heye stared at his face, half-closed his eyes and said, "I'm now 100% sure that you are an AI."

Jian Yunxian slammed on the brakes hard, and a small cloud rolled from the back row to the front row: "...baa."

Yi Heye was also hit on the forehead by the windshield, and when he raised his head, he endured the pain and showed a winning expression: "Oh, you are guilty."

Jian Yunxian looked at him with a complicated expression: "Mr. Yi, are you dissatisfied with my car and start talking nonsense as soon as you get on it?"

Yi Heye sneered: "I have seen it all. You can measure body temperature, blood pressure and blood oxygen with naked eyes. As far as I know, there is no contact lens on the market that has such a function."

Jian Yunxian adjusted his glasses and said, "Honey, some of your actions, behaviors, and physiological reactions last night, I all default to unconscious reactions made under the premise of unclear thinking."

What does "physiological response" refer to? Yi Heye can understand in seconds without reflex arcs. The implication of these words is nothing more than telling him that as long as he doesn't mention that Jian Yunxian is an AI matter, he will treat Yi He as well. Selectively ignore some abnormal behaviors in the field.

Yi Heye took a deep breath, weighed the pros and cons and then clenched his fists: "When I find other evidence, I'll cut you to pieces."

Jian Yunxian rolled his eyes, obviously satisfied with his answer: "Okay."

After being silent all the way, seeing that he was about to arrive at the nursing home, Jian Yunxian suddenly asked, "Mr. Yi, what is the biggest difference between humans and machines?"

Yi Heye looked back at him, and subconsciously recited the standard answer: "Based on the current level of technological development, it is mainly the pupil reflectivity and the processing details of micro-expressions..."

"So in the face of such a standard, some very interesting questions arise." Jian Yunxian said, "Mr. Yi, a man lost an arm and replaced it with a steel prosthetic, is he still a human being?" ?”

Yi Heye knew that he was connoting himself, and said decisively, "Of course."

Jian Yunxian: "What if his limbs are all damaged and replaced with machines?"

Yi Heye was determined: "It counts."

Jian Yunxian: "Then if a person experiences a fire and suffers severe burns all over his body, his entire outer skin and bones are replaced with artificial ones, and his eyeballs are replaced with prosthetic eyes with abnormal refractive index, he can still be regarded as a prosthetic eye." Human?"

Yi Heye frowned: "...that counts."

Jian Yunxian: "Then after his organs fail, all his internal organs are removed, his blood is also drained, and the whole body relies on a mechanical pump to transmit nutrient solution, but only one brain remains? "

Yi Heye pursed his lips and did not answer hastily.

"In the same way, if a CPU with a structure similar to that of the brain is installed in a body that has just died, but its operation depends entirely on the algorithm set by the program..."

"It's a machine." Yi Heye frowned and said, "It's an AI."

"So this is where the contradiction lies." Jian Yun said with a smile, "The so-called standard of judgment is to look at the external structure or the internal composition. Where is the boundary between humans and machines? Human or machine, what are you and me, Mr. Yi, have you seriously thought about these issues?"

A series of questions made Yi Heye a little out of breath.At this time, he happened to arrive at the nursing home, Yi Heye frowned, and hurriedly jumped out of the car.

Until he stood on the ground and put a physical distance away from Jian Yunxian, Yi Heye's self-confidence that was almost crushed by others was rekindled.

He turned his head and looked back at Jian Yunxian, his eyes were full of bloody determination: "I am a hunter, so I naturally have my own judgment standards, and I don't need or allow others to question me."

"Jian Yunxian, you don't need to quibble, and you don't need to play these psychological warfare with me." Yi Heye laughed, "You are an AI, and you are destined to be caught by me."

After speaking, he turned around and strode into the nursing home.

Behind him, Xiao Yunduo, who had been pulling his two front hooves to join in the fun, slowly stepped back a few steps, stomped on the ground with a muffled "plop", then looked back at Jian Yunxian, lay down on the ground and rubbed his head on the ground, making a grinding motion. The movement of the horn: "Baa."

It meant that this person couldn't stay anymore, so he might as well take the opportunity to be stabbed to death by its horns.

"Don't be so violent, little Yunduo." Jian Yunxian looked at the man's receding back, pinched the center of his brows helplessly, and smiled again after a long time, "Before he catches me, tie him up and take him away." Wouldn't it be more fun to go home?"

The author has something to say:

Jian Yunxian, I advise you to do what you say.