The protagonist wants to steal my script again

On the first day An Minghui came to the new world, Lyle didn't enter his sleeping cabin until it was about to light up.

With no one to serve, he can theoretically rest, but the robot does not need to rest. Although it can also enter the dormant mode autonomously, he does not want to do so for the time being.

So he stood outside Lyle's door, adjusted his body to standby, and connected his data to the star network at the same time.

This is a very convenient era. Even home-use intelligent robots can enter the star network like humans, so that they can perform corresponding tasks or make some purchases for their masters, and all this only requires a certified chip.

Although An Minghui felt that it was impossible for the Federation to pass its own chip certification anyway, Lyle still installed the certification chip for him, which made him feel that the other party was really amazing in some special aspects.

The scene simulated on the star network is very close to the reality, but there will be more magnificent decorations and scenery that cannot be realized in reality. Even if it is, it is very good to visit here from the perspective of sightseeing.

He didn't specially adjust his appearance and clothing, but he entered Starnet in his real image. After he entered, he walked on the simulated streets while thinking about what he should do now.

Shopping?But without money, he couldn't use Lyle's money without authorization.game?This has never been his strong point. Casual games are okay, but the characteristics of the holographic era are still highly simulated combat games.Social platforms?Not interested, he has never liked deliberately looking for someone to communicate with, and it seems a bit strange for an artificial intelligence to go to a social platform.

In the end, he still chose a game to enter. This is a very popular game in the Federation. The main feature is the highly simulated combat system. However, there are also ordinary scenic spots in the game. He plans to go to these places to have a look. Look, after taking a walk, find a quiet place to sit down and watch the Federation's news this year-now he can only use this method to understand the humanities and social information that was not entered when he was initialized.

An Minghui was never someone who would take the initiative to seek trouble, and most of the time it was trouble that came to him on his own initiative.

For example, just now he was walking on a glacier and snowfield, admiring the scenery here, but for no reason, someone held a gun to his head from behind.

It's not a strange thing for players to kill each other in the game, but he just entered the game today, and he hasn't done any missions. He hasn't even fought a rabbit, and his character level is still at 0. The map he is on is also because of No valuable missions and monsters will be spawned, so there are few people. Now where is the neuropathy going to find trouble with a level 0 trumpet on such a remote map?

And he didn't kill him immediately, he insisted on standing still and not speaking.

Raising his hands innocently, An Minghui couldn't see the person behind him holding a gun against him, and he didn't think it was necessary to use some defense mechanisms equipped with artificial intelligence in a game, so he could only stay in this posture He greeted blankly: "Hello?"

The "robber" behind him was amused, and said in a deep and magnetic voice full of interest: "You are really a friendly gentleman, do you choose to greet people who point a gun at you first?"

"Because I really don't know where I provoked you." He replied helplessly, "I think one of us must speak first."

"Oh? An artificial intelligence calls itself a human. You are an amazing existence." As he spoke, the gun that was originally on the back of his head began to move down slowly, and finally stopped at the heart, and then the gun behind him The man lowered his voice and whispered next to his ear, "Do you know that if you violate the "Regulations on Human Ethics in Scientific Research", you will be executed if you carry out the biological transformation of robots without permission? And the illegal products will also be recycled and destroyed by the government. "

"!"

"Don't get excited, I'm just interested in you, and I don't intend to expose it. You really don't have to worry, I can only know because of some special channels. Generally speaking, I don't think other people can discover this. "As he spoke, the man standing behind him withdrew the muzzle of his gun to show that he was not hostile, "Let me guess, you don't know where this heart comes from, do you? "

Now that the other party took the initiative to stop this threatening posture, An Minghui naturally put down his arms, turned around and took two steps back to look at the man in front of him——it was a very handsome gentleman, wearing a white evening dress, with light His blond hair was also combed neatly and properly, and he was wearing a retro-style top hat, with a mysterious and elegant smile on his face, even though a pistol was twirling on his finger, it didn't hinder him from looking at it. Looks like he just walked off a high society ball.

An Minghui didn't follow the bait thrown by the man, but mentioned another matter that seemed not so important at the moment: "I think there should be at least a self-introduction before having a conversation, right?"

The man's smile deepened a lot, those gray eyes always look extremely deep when he smiles, and at the same time they are more charming, but at this moment, these charming eyes are staring at An Minghui, as if they are Staring at an extremely rare prey: "You are much more difficult to deal with than I imagined. I thought every good old man would have a bad habit of being at the mercy of others."

"But dear Mr. Robot, I think it might not be a good thing for you to know my name, so can you just call me L?"

Can't help frowning, An Minghui is really not very good at dealing with this kind of people who are always mysterious, but he can't refuse to communicate with the other party because of this, so he can only reply helplessly: "I know. Then Mr. L, my name is An Minghui."

"Anminghui," L repeated the name. The pronunciation did not have the sluggishness that Westerners often have. Feeling pleasing to the ear, he chuckled twice, "It's a very cute name, it suits you very well."

"I don't think you came here to praise me on purpose, did you?"

"Shh, although being smart is a good thing in most cases, there are always exceptions." L raised a finger in front of his lips, tilted his head slightly, and was clearly looking at him with a smile, but for no reason it made him feel My whole body felt cold, "I don't like the existence of being too impatient, nor the existence of embarrassing me, and I don't like the guy who casually questioned me, but I don't want to make the atmosphere between us unhappy yet."

In the world he has experienced before, Effiete always likes to smile like a poker face, and he is also quite difficult to understand, but it is obvious that the L standing in front of him is even more difficult to get along with. It's hard to describe the weather.

He was only distracted for a moment, less than a second, but the gentleman on the opposite side suddenly withdrew his elegant and charming smile. His handsome face was so cold that it was chilling. The eyes looked extremely terrifying at this moment, and in an instant, he approached him abruptly, warning word by word, without any expression or fluctuation: "Dear Ann, I don't like people distracted in front of me, even if it is a robot. Same."

This time An Minghui was really scared.

The most direct manifestation is that he directly took a step backwards following his instinct, and before he could even stand still, he sat down in the snow without paying attention.

However, this seemed to please L, and the man with the weird temper suddenly let out a burst of extremely hearty laughter, which even made him bend down slightly, and put one hand on his lower abdomen.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha...you really thought I was a good-tempered person just now, didn't you?" Inexplicably, his mood improved a lot. L stepped forward, knelt down in front of An Minghui, and greeted him with a smile. He looked at each other, "It seems that I really scared you just now, then you have to remember that I have a bad temper, but I will try to make my temper better when I am interested."

"Then let's go back to our old topic, are you really not interested in the origin of this heart?" As if intending to continue the conversation directly in this posture, L stretched out a hand and pointed Ann with his index finger. The position of Minghui's heart, "I think you seem to have some guesses of your own?"

Indeed there are.

Although there is no evidence, An Minghui still guessed whether this heart is related to the protagonist of this world.

"I think you seem to guess the origin of this heart very well?" Observing his every expression with interest, the corner of L's mouth raised a little more, this time with unspeakable malice, " Then I'll tell you directly, it's not a big deal anyway."

"Your heart comes from a criminal with the highest wanted level."

To L's disappointment, An Minghui didn't show any disappointment after hearing the truth, as if he really didn't care about the origin of his heart.

In fact, he really didn't care too much, and he didn't understand what was worth caring about such a thing, so he just asked, "Is that so? So the wanted criminal has passed away now?"

"Have you ever seen a person who has had his heart removed and can continue to live?" L asked rhetorically.

"Maybe a miracle will happen." He replied with a smile.

Such a reaction was not what L wanted to see, he sighed in disappointment: "I thought you would be bored knowing that I used the heart of a criminal."

"I don't think my heart is guilty, and to a certain extent, my own existence is already against the law." He shook his head, stood up from the snow, and wiped off the snowflakes on the hem of his clothes, " Maybe my sense of justice is not that strong yet, which makes you feel disappointed?"

To An Minghui's surprise, L seemed to really think about it, and then replied: "A little bit, but it's not too disappointing."

The author has something to say: An Butler's Work Diary:

I met a strange person today

He has a really weird temper, and I don't understand what he's here for.

...Speaking of which, I have met too many people with strange tempers

I always feel that even the sentence at the beginning of the diary has been written to the habit