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Chapter 1672 No. 289: A puppetry technique with ultra-long-distance signals
"Explosions and police cars."

"And not much more than a scream."

"If you are a police officer working in Tianmen City, the background music you hear every day cannot be separated from these three elements."

Noticing that Bize's gaze was moving away, and then zooming out to see the flickering flames and thick smoke at the end of the street, Omar looked back at the drinks page in front of him as if nothing had happened.

I would like to express the above sentiments as well.

"Even if you say that, you still can't help but care, right?"

Seeing that there seemed to be another explosion in the thick smoke, the sudden loud noise made Bize shrink his head.

"I never had a car accident when I was in the Boundary Gate area."

“Even if every match I watch involves monster fighting?” Omer asked with a chuckle.

He just closed the tablet page and activated his terminal screen. There were pictures of girls shopping on it, and several dialog boxes formed a queue. Looking at it, it was tempting to use the computing power of the mechanical monster to answer the questions conveniently.

In addition to giving compliments, use emoticons to neutralize the deliberateness of the compliments themselves, and when the other party sends a response with an emoticon, the conversation is considered over.

Although I once went through a period of confusion in online social networking where I couldn't figure out at what point in the conversation I could close the window, that was in my childhood.

Later, when I saw Bourbon, Tacho, and even Bize being clumsy and ignorant in this regard towards their acquaintances, I couldn't help but sigh at the preciousness of this scene.

Bourbon is fine, but can mad scientists and alien cubs be considered as poor negotiators?

Maybe it's because I'm used to doing things my own way that I'm not good at expressing my concern. Or maybe my past habit of doing things my own way is partly why I'm not good at communicating and expressing myself... Never mind.

Omer thought at that time.

Such naive thoughts will be erased if we recall our daily behaviors a little more. We should try to be realistic and not be interpreted and understood by ourselves.

Bize did a good job of this. His linear thinking only extended to the direction of the show effect. Other than that, it was simply unbelievable. He was even more stubborn and confident: "It's still a monster fight. Every time it's so hidden that I can't see it directly. How can I feel?"

"And here?"

While talking, the demon mentioned the brief dispatch report sent by Knight, but continued slowly.

"If you're too concerned about explosions and fires, you might not even be able to sleep well. Do you need anything to help you sleep these two days? The hotel has quite a few that are free."

"I have that kind of stuff too. The only difference is the quality. The effect shouldn't be that different, right?"

"indeed."

"And I have to be able to sleep! I'm still excited about coming to Tianmen City, and..." The man hesitated and thought for a while, "People should have some nightlife, right?"

“It’s hard not to agree.”

"Your reply is too perfunctory. Can't you have a discussion about XP and life with your brothers like David did? Only then can the friendship be as strong as iron!"

"That doesn't sound right," Omer said, deadpanning as he greeted the robot approaching with the drink. "Just put it here, thank you."

"Well, yes, thank you, generous sir."

After saying a few words of thanks for the tip, the robot left without paying any attention to Bize's strange words.

Omar looked at Bize, who still had his mouth closed and even lowered his head to look at the robot's back, and picked up the soul-flavored drink he had not seen for nearly a year.

"Based on this point alone, I am in favor of robots replacing cheap labor. At least, those with the simplest minds can maintain sufficient service qualities, will not care about your weird words, and will not bring us too much attention." "But I heard that such employees may upload their experiences to some information mother nest!" Bize said in a low voice.

"Indeed, AI also has its own circles of companies, organizations, and even parties, where they gather and exchange information regularly. However, the level of information theft and sharing is much more polite than what humans do."

The former are mostly mutual assistance, while the latter are mostly business. The difference in the damage to the rights and interests of the parties involved is naturally huge. Bize's worry about this kind of thing only makes Omer feel that he may be keen on contacting it recently, or he may be entangled by the big data of "AI harm theory" and not completely reject it.

Otherwise, there shouldn't be such meaningless worries.

Instead of worrying about your violent words being recorded by robots and stuffed into the information nest, you might as well worry about the information you filled out when registering an account on some website and the information labels you tore off and handled carelessly on express parcels.

Compared to a machine's mind, the human heart is more profound. Whether it is good or evil, AI is inferior to it.

Of course, there are also some talented players in AI that humans cannot learn. Relying on some malicious learning and bugs, they can easily go to extremes and commit a major crime at will. Naturally, there are not many cases of this kind that can be infamous for thousands of years, and they are far less than the accumulation of human beings' maliciousness.

But that goes too far.

Although it is common to encounter AI assistants that are accomplices to criminals in today's criminal hunts, there are currently no signs of this happening, so it would be difficult to take preventive measures in advance.

Compared to the first day when everyone had their own travel goals when they first arrived in Tianmen City, on the third day he no longer had as much free time at work.

Except for the excitement that still existed in Bize's stubbornness, the enthusiasm of others had faded a lot on the third day.

Texas no longer had to gather alone with the flight attendant and others. The gathering of Shi Huaiya, Miss Chen Huijie, and Miss Xingxiong also came to an end. Isamara also returned from Miss Laurentina, and the Sirius symbol also said goodbye to local friends... At this time, among the other people who were still in groups of three or five on the first day, there would be more people who were left alone.

With similar plans in mind, everyone is about to start their own adventure in Tianmen City.

However, this is exactly where the problem lies.

When the team-building session is over and everyone disperses to come up with different personal travel plans - you will find that there is a repeated name in most people's travel plans.

Omer Linton.

The very popular demon is currently facing a dilemma: "accompanying one person will fill up the schedule, while accompanying several people will damage their moods."

And this dilemma could not be solved by the puppetry he had learned.

Once you think that the person in front of you is just a puppet controlled by the devil, your mood value will still drop. Can it drop even more than the initial choice? After all, perception is subjective.

However, the above only applies to the troubles of female partners. As for the male brothers, they don’t care about your nonsense, as long as you can come out to chat and chat, it’s okay even if you are playing with the terminal and poking all the way.

Brothers don’t care whether you are a fake person or not. Communication and interaction are normal anyway. Even the performance of games is your own style - if you can help me gain points, who cares about you!

that's it.

On the third day in the City of Heaven's Gate, Omona was sitting in front of Bize with a puppet.

Magabasa, who sat on Nishizaki Yutaka's shoulders and accompanied him to visit local trainers, was of course also a puppet.

The little rainbow snake hanging on the bag that Xiao Lu was carrying on his way to the Kingdom of Light office was of course also a puppet.

So what about the entity?
The main body is climbing a mountain.

Together with Chazuo, Ling, He, and a great painter who was still persevering despite his gloomy face, they climbed the only naturally towering peak in Tianmen City.

It is worth mentioning that the top of this mountain is not only towering into the clouds, with the temperament of a fairy mountain in Dongyan culture, but also has several residents here.

One of them is the project manager of Frontier Lighthouse Company’s Tianmen City branch.