I have special communication skills

Chapter 207 Reporter

Boston, which is getting warmer, is still great, except for the huge pressure of the final semester soon _(:з」∠)_
Because the core of MIT courses is research, there are many experimental projects in addition to course papers, which can only be tried again and again, there is no other way.

Robotics is another important exam item in a major class. The students are not ordinary people. It is hard to say who will win in the end. Yang Mianmian thinks their works are already very good, but sometimes you can never predict the results of your teammates. Gao will definitely fall hard in this place full of geniuses.

In order to ensure that the exam is safe, Yang Mianmian stayed up all night with her classmates for a few nights, eating coffee and burgers as a meal, which made her very uncomfortable. While debugging the circuit, she complained about it, but Mark asked exaggeratedly. : "This is the normal state of our life, you are so happy."

In the school, most of the students are either eating, sleeping or studying, and they don’t have too high requirements for clothing and food. As a school where even the teaching buildings are named with numbers, as a campus environment, it has nothing to do with the red brick ancient buildings. MIT is such a simple school.

No wonder Harvard, which has a very different style, always falls in love with each other, and everyone is not on the same channel.

But look at Yang Mianmian, she eats and drinks well every day, Jing Chu will take her to the mall to buy clothes every time the season changes, she doesn't need to make a choice, she just needs to be a model there obediently, there are always beautiful Da's new clothes to wear.

But what makes the students more extreme is her brain. The ultra-fast response speed, high reading efficiency and fast-moving brain make her absorb and digest knowledge better than others, and she will never forget that the friends once watched While she is holding a sandwich in her mouth, she is chasing papers. She can write out the original words of a certain famous book verbatim. She can even indicate which chapters and pages are in which pages. There is no need to turn the book. The library in her brain Find out what she needs to know at any time.

Such talent is really enviable.

Perhaps in high school, she was smarter than others only because she could get full marks in the exam without taking lectures, but for many people that is not out of reach, but when she still stands out from a group of geniuses, it proves that She does have a talent that ordinary people can't match.

"You are simply God's favorite." Bran praised her pretending to be jealous.

As soon as the words fell, Yang Mianmian was so mean that she burned the circuit board that she had painstakingly made. She took off the protective goggles, lay on her arm and said weakly: "If you know how many perverts have appeared in my life, I think you will I won't say that anymore... I want a dog leash, I'm a cheap hand again 〒▽〒"

"I'll help you." Assistant Sato didn't say much, but he was always caring and gentle. At this moment, he put down the work at hand and took over her circuit board.

"OK, May, help me color it." In order to pursue perfection, they also put a lot of effort into the appearance of the robot. David is coloring the shell, which is relatively easy.

Yang Mianmian took the paintbrush and prepared to fill in the color according to the lines on the shell: "I think our robot must be very different."

When it comes to robots, people tend to think of future science fiction. They were designed according to this idea before, but then Satosuke suggested, why don’t they come up with something special and impressive.

So they did the opposite, and set the appearance of the robot to look like a velociraptor. It can act on its own, drink water, and is different from other robots that will obey language commands. If someone shouts "Help the dinosaur", it will I will catch up and bite people's ass~
The size of the dragon is slightly smaller than the normal size, about one meter, if it is really bitten... a hole in the pants will be broken.

"Sometimes the professor's assessment is multifaceted, and practicality is one of them," Bryan said.

"So its practicality is to bite people's ass?" Yang Mianmian was very skeptical.

"Of course not," Brian said seriously. "It's to help children understand natural history and build curiosity about exploring the world. Isn't that very meaningful?"

"The leader is right..."

For three consecutive days, Yang Mianmian just rested hastily in the laboratory and continued to do experiments in class on the second day. On the third day, she couldn't hold on anymore. Fortunately, most of the work has been completed, and they can definitely get it done before the deadline. .

So the other four boys went back to the dormitory to sleep, and she was pushing the car to go home. It was less than five o'clock in the morning, and it was still daylight. She was too sleepy, and she was afraid of falling off the bike, so she yawned and pushed the car all the way. Walk.

"Ah, I really can't keep my eyes open." Yang Mianmian rubbed her eyes, went to the street to buy a cup of coffee, and felt refreshed after drinking it. "I hope I can last until I go home."

There were only a few scattered cars and people on the road. In order to avoid falling asleep, she chatted with the little yellow machine: "I'll solve your problem when I'm done with this."

"Let's buy a new one." But the little yellow machine was not optimistic about the renovation. That day in the utility room of the hotel, the floor problem that the door lock had been talking about was still lingering in its mind.

If the hardware is changed gradually and the software is upgraded, is it still the same?Will it become another person?

Instead of doing this, it's better to find a new little partner to take up your burden earlier, so that it can help while it is still alive.

"What are you thinking, you are a mobile phone, not my assistant, what are you doing with all the responsibilities?"

When one person and one machine were trying to persuade each other, Yang Mianmian's eyes quickly passed a car, and the dust raised just happened to choke her.

"I'm going to die, are you running for your life this early in the morning?" Yang Mianmian spat out the dust in his mouth twice.

After walking for 5 minutes, there is a residential area. She heard the words "murder" and "body" sporadically, and it took a while in her mind to react: "Is anyone dead? Should I call the police?"

Her attitude is very calm now, because there is really no 24 hours in the United States without crime, and she gets used to it over time.

"I don't want to be nosy at all. I'm so sleepy. If I call the police, I'll be interrogated." Yang Mianmian was so entangled that he hesitated for 2 minutes before compromising, "Okay, in case someone is still alive, there must be someone Call 911."

She hopped on the bicycle and rode to the noisiest place. There was a house crying, and she couldn't understand what she was saying, but this didn't prevent Yang Mianmian from stopping the car at the door of their house.

The door was ajar, and bloodstains could be vaguely seen outside.

Yang Mianmian walked to the door, knocked carefully, the door opened with a creak, and there were three corpses lying in the living room, she shrugged: "Okay, okay, looking at it like this, I think it's impossible to be alive. "

She called the police, but she was too sleepy, so she didn't wait for anyone to come, and went home directly. It was already past six o'clock when she got home.

Jing Chu had already gotten up, and was about to eat something to go to work hastily. Seeing her come back with a haggard face, she felt distressed: "Let me see, why is her face so ugly?"

"Didn't I catch up with my homework these two days, so I just lay down in the library and slept for a while, and I was so sleepy." Yang Mianmian threw herself into his arms, her eyelids were closed, and murmured, "On the way Called the police and died again..."

Jing Chu looked down, and she had already fallen asleep before she finished speaking.This made him dumbfounded, so he had to carry her back to the bedroom from the porch, and took off her shoes and coat. Yang Mianmian slept like a pig, and Jing Chu had no doubt that she didn't even know that he bought her now.

Changing her clothes is something she's used to, and Yang Mianmian didn't feel uncomfortable at all. She let him take off her clothes casually, and she slept soundly.

Jing Chu worked hard to change her pajamas, and wiped her hands and feet with a towel. The ink was still stained on her fingers, and there were ink marks on her face. She probably fell asleep after writing half of the ink. Yes, there is still a piece of paint on the forehead, it really looks like a little cat.

He wiped her face and neck, hugged her and untied the strap of her underwear, took it off for washing, and wiped her body again with a hot towel.

After all, Yang Mianmian was young, and he didn't wake up after being tossed around like this. He even snored lightly after a while, which made Jing Chu laugh.

It was still early before work time, and he had been sitting beside her, holding her limp hand, and staring at her sleeping face.

The pirate came back from a walk after breakfast, and walked over to the bed to have a look. Jing Chu said she was asleep, and it left with satisfaction.

After half a minute, Jing Chu barked outside again, covered Yang Mianmian with a quilt and went out, only to see the pirate kept smelling Yang Mianmian's boots and looking at him with one eye.

Jing Chu knelt down and picked up the boot, only to see brown liquid stained on the sole, he twisted it with his fingers: "It's blood, she probably saw the murder scene."

The pirate didn't seem to understand this sentence, so he raised his paw and patted his slippers anxiously. Jing Chu came back to his senses and comforted it on the head: "Don't be nervous, it wasn't her blood, she wasn't hurt, it should be other's."

The pirate seemed worried, so he went to smell her clothes again and found that there was no smell of blood, so he went back to the bedroom to guard her.

Jing Chu was worried that Yang Mianmian would have nothing to eat when she woke up, so she specially scrambled eggs and fried rice for her in the morning, and told her to heat it up in the microwave to eat when it was cold.

After finishing all this, it was almost time for work, Jing Chu left her a note and went out.

As soon as I arrived at the office, I heard He Ming and Zhang Li talking: "This is already the third case this month. The murderer only targeted families. I heard that neither adults nor children were spared. Blood seeped out of the door. Woolen cloth."

"Are you talking about the previous case?" Jing Chu also joined the topic.

As early as half a month ago, there were two burglary murders. The murderer only picked on the family, and often sneaked in at night when everyone was asleep. First, he subdued the man who threatened the most with force , and then women and children, but he didn't kill them immediately, but tied them up, and when the other party thought he was just going to steal something, he began to torture them to his heart's content.

He beat their fathers in front of their children, raped their wives in front of their husbands, and finally killed them all and left in public.

The difference between the third case and the previous one is that it was a family of four, parents and two children. The older brother was 12 years old and was murdered, while the younger sister was only 3 years old and is now missing.

Through investigation, the police found that the time of death of the deceased was very close to the time of reporting the case, which means that the person reporting the case is likely to pass by the murderer.

Now, well-known and unknown informants: (～ o ～)~zZ
(End of this chapter)