"You...what are you doing!" Xiaomei took a step back in fear.

"Xiaomei, I lost this house yesterday... It won't take long for people from District 6 to collect this house, and I still have thousands of kor debts..." The man's words seemed to be bolt from the blue.

Xiaomei trembled all over her body - this is what she feared the most! Her only place to settle down is gone.

Why, why do men have to do this, why do they have to bet on their last warmth?

"Xiaomei, please help your father for the last time. From now on, your father will never force you again..." The man stepped forward like a skinny dog, bursting into tears.

"..." Her lips trembled: "What are you helping you?"

This man, the man who has always treated him with fists, was humble to the mud. He lowered his head and kissed her insteps crying. The temperature of the tears made her unable to retreat.

...She couldn't refuse.

Whether it is this shit-like family affection or her deep-rooted cowardice and kindness, she just can't kick him away.

"The prince of the investor, the 'Dream', said that he can help us, he will not dislike you, as long as you follow him and serve him well..."

At this moment, the little eyebrows were like falling from an ice kiln.

She once thought that her first half of her life was the most unfortunate thing, but she didn't expect that a man could prepare for a worse ending for her.

"You want me-" Xiaomei could hardly hear her own voice:

“——Become a love, wife?”

At the end of the words, her eyes were pitch black and she could hardly see anything.

"Your father has no way to live, just help your father for the last time... Are you watching your father die? No one wants it anymore. Since someone doesn't dislike you, you're better..."

Xiaomei could no longer listen.

She rushed out of the house and ran hard. The cold night wind slapped her tears, the temperature was hotter than ever.

She coughed, her body became more and more weak, and the tears left by the man in the instep were colder than snow.

She wanted to roar out the things in her throat urgently, and roared happily with the pain of her fragmented first half of her life, but she coughed, choked and sobbed, and finally couldn't say anything.

...It's so painful.

...Why did she suffer from this?

...She also wants to have a healthy body, a normal personality, be able to grow up in a warm room, or go to school...but why, things can always get worse?

Finally, she stopped, stood on the metal garbage mountain, staring at the city's luminescence, and the red cloak behind her was dancing like blood.

She seemed to be able to see the person who was separated by three areas and said she wanted to take her away through the cold moonlight.

Where is he now? What are he doing?

"Cat, you are very strong, you can protect me, but in this case... what should I do?" She pressed against the white cat's warm body:

"I can't leave my father alone. He will be beaten to death by the debt collector. I, what should I do?"

"No matter what... he is also my father. He raised me, I can't leave him..."

This city-state, this city...for her, it is prosperous and dilapidated, warm and cold.

The world is so big, but there is no place for her.

“Meow~”

The white cat screamed lazily, turned over, and the fat group pressed against the thin and thin arms of the little eyebrows, and she almost couldn't hold it.

Her eyes were confused.

"Dear...love, don't be afraid in the dark..."

"Welcome to me, the dawn of new life..."

She seemed to step on something.

There are countless discarded machinery and bionic people in this garbage mountain. Most of them have stopped operating. But a bionic people whose sound device is still operating are singing.

She slowly squatted down.

This is a bionic man in an apron cloth, lying among broken mechanical parts, leaving only intermittent singing.

“We enjoy, freedom, wind…”

It sings loudly, its singing is unrestrained and free, like a flying bird flapping its wings.

Her tears fell to the ground.

...

After a day of teaching, Su Mingan pushed the emotional value to a full value of 2,000 points. He can now use it at will, whether it is the judgment skills or the Lamb Enchantment.

Every time he went to class, he could hear a bunch of goodwill prompts, and many people's goodwill directly soared to over 80 points. When the missionary aura and SS-level charm were combined, the effect was obvious.

He looked at himself in the mirror in the teacher's dormitory.

There are obvious dark circles, the face loses blood, and the lips are on the verge of blue and purple.

...The face seems to be getting worse and worse.

Only one day before Keusta opens, he will be exposed to the biochemical technology of this university tomorrow and push [biochemical] to level 10. In this way, the preparations will be almost the same.

He turned on the faucet, and the moderately temperature sprinkled on his hands, and next to him was the floating Xike.

"Xike, I always have a premonition that something is going to happen," he said.

"..." Xike was silent.

He took out the bronze pocket watch with gold chains. The pointer on it was broken, and a line of small characters was clearly visible.

...

[Time will tell you, don't be afraid in the dark, I love you.]

...

Every time he sees it, he always feels sad.

Aktor's body has always been magical, and he seems to have a strong ability to share the same feeling. When he sees the tragic scene of this survey city, he will not help but feel uncomfortable for this city-state, and when he sees this pocket watch, he will also feel sad.

"【The depth of life is more worth pursuing than length.】" Xike suddenly said.

"…what?" Su Mingan looked at it.

"Nothing." Xike kept silent, as if he had said nothing.

After a while, it noticed that Su Mingan had not withdrawn his gaze.

"Doctor, your differences in words and deeds are as high as 78%. I have a question to ask you," it said.

"You ask."

"In the marginal zone, you can sympathize with a girl who is doing flesh-and-dealing, and you can be so impulsive that you want to bring her back to Central City. You will also have a great conversation with the leader of the resistance group, saying, "I won't forget them."

But after returning to Central City, you can be rational and focused on talking about the situation in the city-state with the leaders, such as never going to the marginal area... Why is this?

I can't understand your thinking. Your personality and your actions are too different, and it's a point where my program cannot measure it."

Su Mingan picked up a towel and wiped the water droplets on his hands.

He closed the pocket watch with a "stumble" sound, and the sound of falling chains colliding was crisp and pleasant.

He had long noticed the disadvantages of this kind of data measurement.

It ignores human emotions and psychological states, blindly measures "humans" with data, ignores the most valuable things of human beings...it ignores sensibility.

The reason why it exists reasonably is that most people are not inferior in personality, and the city of measurement is therefore above the other ten cities, changing their destiny to become "doomsday cities".

But who said that the potential criminals of the City of Measurement... are not another "doomsday city"?

He put away his pocket watch.

"Because humans are a very complex thing," he said.

"Is it complicated?" Xike said: "Everything can be measured, and so do humans. The city-state is built on a vast amount of data, and no one can escape from it."

"The data doesn't care about everyone after all." Su Mingan looked at her projection: "For example, if I say 'Xike, I love you' here, can you calculate the purpose of my words?"

“…”

Xike suddenly didn't say anything.

The barrage suddenly started:

[This is OK??All AI can do it, are you still human?]

[First, the player has a unique taste and can always do things that ordinary people cannot do...]

【Uh, why don’t you consider Su Mingan testing Xike?】

[Because he is on vacation.]

[That's right, this is too much vacation. A six-day tour of the science and technology city, delicious food and drink, and personal care. I would like to call it the most diorama copy...]

...

A large amount of data emerged from the image of Xike simulated, and after a moment, its voice was somewhat hysterical:
To be continued...