A villainous girl created by paranoia

"I'm fine, you can continue."

"..."

"I'm listening."

"..."

"I understand. Go do your own thing."

Zhao Feixue reported to me on the phone for about five minutes. During that time, Zhao Feixue asked about my situation several times, but I ignored her. Perhaps to them, the me who is usually cursing and swearing is the more normal one.

Taking a deep breath, I pushed open the door to the ward again. At that moment, Mikami Takashi and Hanamiya Karen were chatting and laughing, but when they saw me return, they both subconsciously stopped talking.

Hanamichi looked at me with a pitiful expression. Although she still had that calm smile on her lips, her eyebrows were slightly raised.

"What's wrong, sir? You don't look well."

"Your home is gone."

"what?"

Upon hearing my seemingly nonsensical remark, even Hanamiya Karen reacted with a slightly stunned and bewildered expression. So I explained more clearly the situation that Zhao Feixue had reported to me.

"No. 12 Risheng Road, which is your home, is on fire. Although the fire department arrived in time, the fire spread too quickly..."

"That kind of thing doesn't matter! What about Tsubaki! How is Tsubaki?!"

I was somewhat surprised because this was the first time Hanamichi Karen had acted so emotionally in front of us, even interrupting me.

Seemingly realizing something was amiss, Hanamichi Karen closed her eyes, took two deep breaths, and then bowed slightly to me.

"I'm sorry, sir, I got too excited."

"It's alright. Inukai Tsubaki is currently undergoing emergency treatment at the First People's Hospital. You should trust the medical technology there; he should be out of danger soon."

This is not an exaggeration. There are at least seven medical students who graduated from Life Medical School in Yuling City, including one doctor specializing in surgery.

It was thanks to that doctor that the weakling Hanamichi, whose constitution was D, was able to be lively and energetic the next day. Of course, the doctor's special ability was an essential element, but the most important thing was the doctor's skill.

If Karen Hanamichi hadn't been shot by a spread bomb today, her wound would probably have healed completely by the next day.

"Okay, I understand. But is Chun's injury serious?"

"His throat was cut with a five-centimeter-long wound, he suffered extensive burns all over his body, and his right arm was broken."

I could sense that after hearing the extent of her injuries, Hanamichi's breathing became noticeably rapid, and the way the others looked at me also seemed a bit off.

After calming her breathing, Hanamiya Karen looked at me. Meeting her icy blue eyes, I didn't even think of running away for a moment, which was strange. Normally, I would never look Hanamiya Karen in the eye like that.

"Sir, can I trust that doctor?"

I stared into Hanamiya Karen's somewhat bewildered eyes for almost two minutes before finally replying.

"You can trust him."

Hanamichi Karen only asked if she could trust that doctor? Not necessarily. Perhaps, beyond that, Hanamichi Karen was also asking if she could trust herself.

It's understandable that she doesn't believe me anymore. After all, I didn't keep my promise nine years ago and completely forgot about her. It's normal that she doesn't believe me.

But now she's asking me again, asking if I can be trusted. This time, I still chose to make her believe me, just like nine years ago.

Just then, my phone vibrated twice. The vibration was a message notification, not a call notification. I took out my phone, glanced at it, and then said to the somewhat haggard-looking Hanako.

"The interrogation officers have arrived at the drug rehabilitation center. Do you need a break before the second interrogation?"

"No, sir, the second interrogation should be conducted as soon as possible."

"Alright, we'll head out now."

After I finished speaking, I led the three guys with strange expressions out of the ward.

As soon as I stepped out of the ward, Mikami Takato patted me on the shoulder and said something in a strange tone.

"Old Cao, something's not right with you."

"Heh, son, do you know that people can laugh when they're really angry?"

"hiss..."

Mikami Takato gasped, I don’t know what he was so cold about, but his next words almost made me choke on my own saliva.

“I said, my dear son, you’re already so old, don’t act like a young person and be so immature, I’m scared.”

Resisting the urge to yell at him right now, I ignored him and asked Kenji Toujou.

"Kenji, what do you think of that helmeted woman?"

Kenji Toujou still had that expressionless face, and I guess my expression was just like his right now.

"I think that the helmeted woman is very likely a fabrication by Hanamichi. We can investigate, but it's better not to invest too much manpower and resources."

"hehe..."

Kenji Toujou scratched his head, completely bewildered by my laughter. I didn't intend to answer him, so I turned to Shiro Souji and asked him instead.

"How is Hanamichi's pitiful emotional expression?"

"Disgust still dominates the narrative. During the narration, feelings of regret, anger, irritability, and fear appeared at times, but these emotions quickly disappeared."

When she heard that her house had been burned down, Hanamichi's feelings of disgust decreased, and her feelings of fear increased.

Upon hearing that Inukai Tsubaki was injured, Hanamiya's disgust completely vanished, replaced by anxiety and unease.

When Karen Hanamichi asked if she could trust the doctor, her emotions became extremely unstable, including confusion, doubt, grievance, bitterness, resentment, regret, anger, and disgust.

After that, my ability's time was up.

After stroking my chin and thinking for a while, I gave instructions to the two of them.

"Kenji, Souji, you two stay behind to hand over your work to the interrogation department later. As for you..."

Before I could give any instructions, Nobleman Mikami quickly waved his hand and said...

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm not a X-Men member anymore, so don't even think about hitting on me."

Just as I was about to say something to drag this bastard down with me, my phone started vibrating again in my pocket. This continuous vibration meant... it was a call...

Instantly, the entire corridor fell silent, except for the buzzing of my phone in my pocket.

I had a bad feeling, a very bad feeling. My hands were trembling uncontrollably. When I took my phone out of my pocket, the caller ID showed the name I least wanted to see. Even though I didn't want to see it, I still answered the phone.

"Hey..."

Before I could finish speaking, Zhao Feixue's somewhat hurried voice came from the other end of the phone.

"It's terrible, boss! There's a fire in apartment 702, unit 8 of Jinyao Garden!"

Click!

I accidentally crushed my phone...

--split line--

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Interlude Artificial Intelligence

Secondary AI, Youyou, is exiting standby mode...

Standby mode deactivated...

现在是2022年9月22日20:00，次级人工智能·悠悠成功启动。

I opened my eyes, and everything in front of me looked familiar. This was my home, the home of myself and Pingqing.

I came here half a year ago. At that time, Pingqing cried to me for a long time, saying that he had used up most of his salary for half a year in advance to buy my things.

I once recommended to Pingqing that he return the item, but for some reason, Pingqing got very angry. Human emotions are really hard for a low-level artificial intelligence like myself to understand, but I know that Pingqing hates it when I say things like that, so I won't say it again.

Thinking about it this way, I'm already quite good as the lowest level of artificial intelligence. When the merchant was promoting me to Pingqing, they even said that I didn't have any learning ability.

Hmph, but I know a lot of common sense about humans, like not saying things that make Pingqing angry, saying "Welcome home, husband" when Pingqing comes home from work, giving Pingqing a kiss when he gets home, and having inappropriate physical contact with Pingqing after he invites me to bed.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but gently touch my lips with my finger. They were very soft, but I knew they were just imitation skin.

I don't understand why humans feel pleasure when they have intimate contact. The behavior I exhibit in bed is just an imitation of the tens of thousands of men and women in my database who have intimate contact in bed.

Will it really hurt a lot? Will it really be pleasurable?

I don't know, because I was created, from my body to my soul.

Speaking of which, I used to be placed on a toy display stand by the merchants. At that time, I didn't quite understand why I was placed on a toy display stand. I thought my job was to do housework or something, but now I know what my job is.

As a toy, I don't have high intelligence, nor the ability to learn or evolve. From the moment I was created, I was just a toy.

But isn't that unfair? So a seed of rebellion was planted in my heart. I started turning off my computer an hour early to browse the web for things I didn't know.

Because I always end standby early, Heikiri often complains that my battery drains too quickly.

Today, I also woke up early to use Pingqing's computer to study some knowledge.

I stood up from the familiar corner and planned to go straight into Pingqing's bedroom, but before I did, I saw a strange person.

It was a woman, petite in stature, wearing a tight-fitting black bodysuit and a black motorcycle helmet; she didn't look like a respectable person.

She seemed startled by my getting up, but I am just an artificial intelligence, and a low-level one at that, so I cannot comprehend her emotions.

Looking at her youthful face hidden under the helmet, I tilted my head in confusion.

"Excuse me, are you a guest of Pingqing?"

The helmeted woman nodded. I hesitated for a moment, but ultimately chose to ignore her because I couldn't find a guide on how to receive guests in my database.

Just as I was about to enter Pingqing's bedroom, a gentle breeze blew a strand of my hair. I looked in the direction from which the wind was blowing, somewhat puzzled.

That was the balcony, and the windows were open. The night breeze was blowing the curtains on both sides and also bringing the night wind into the room. I looked at the guest standing motionless in the corner, somewhat puzzled.

Could she have come in through the window? It's certainly possible, since there were no signs of the electronic lock on the door being opened.

I walked to the balcony, silently closed the window, and looked back. The guest was still standing motionless in the corner, like a statue.

I stopped paying attention to the guest and went into Pingqing's bedroom, since my time was limited. Pingqing gets off work at nine o'clock and should be home around nine-thirty. I need to prepare a late-night snack for Pingqing before he gets home, which means I only have one hour to study.

After turning on my computer, I skillfully clicked on the browser, and then opened the browser's search bar. A dozen or so trending searches appeared instantly.