Chapter 96 Please use an iris to remember me - The two young men have the same exquisite eyes...
Of course, Sugishima June also received the letter.
She stroked the light pink letter paper, pursed her lips slightly, and after a while she put down the letter paper and carefully put it back into the envelope.
The content of the letter Lin Xi sent to her was similar to the letter she sent to Hiroki Kashimura. It mainly told her to study hard, but it didn't matter if she didn't study hard, and to try more things she liked and live the life she wanted.
Sugishima Jun'e glanced at the mask on the table.
The mask had a mysterious metallic sheen, outlining a cold and hard mouth without any emotion.
June Sugishima doesn't know what kind of life she wants.
Her past was a dark swamp, where her sister pulled her through perils that could have swallowed her alive. Now, it's a smooth road, a vast world—Miss Lin says she can do whatever she wants and live the life she wants.
Sugishima Jun'e had no doubt what Lin Xi said. If she said now that she wanted to become an idol, wouldn't Miss Lin immediately hire a bunch of idol trainers to help her realize her wish?
But what kind of life do you really want?
Sugishima Jun'e picked up the mask and put it on her face.
The cold edges of the metal mask swallowed up her entire expression.
She thought that what kind of life she wanted did not depend on herself.
But it depends on - although Miss Lin may not want to hear this - it depends on Miss Lin.
She also wanted to help Miss Lin fulfill her wish, rather than just standing there and letting Miss Lin help her every time.
If you want to help Miss Lin, you have to work hard, right?
Sugishima Jun'e's eyes gradually became firm under the mask.
In the next five years, she must work hard and strive to grow into a big shot who can stand on her own!
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Are you leaving?
These words appeared on the screen.
"Hey, I thought only humans could ask rhetorical questions, but I didn't expect AI to also learn how to use repetition to turn statements into questions."
Lin Xi sighed: "Yes, I'm leaving, little Noah."
The computer screen in front of me flickered.
"I understand. I will protect Hiroki and Jun'e."
Take care, Ms. Lin.
"You too, little Noah..."
Lin Xi hesitated to speak.
Although the screen in front of him was made entirely of inorganic matter, it captured Lin Xi's emotions as keenly as if it had intelligence.
[Ms. Lin, you can speak freely with me.]
"Ah, I just want to ask," Lin Xi said a little embarrassedly, "after *so many* things happened, do you still think I'm a 'good person'?"
AI had asked her this question before.
At that time, it was still a naive little artificial intelligence, and it told Lin Xi very clearly that she was a good person.
But after so many things have happened, especially after Noah understood the nature of the organization, will its evaluation of Lin Xi change?
Lin Xi was a little curious.
The AI was silent for a moment. "Ms. Lin, if we consider the laws of our country, then yes, as a key member of an illegal criminal group... you are guilty."
Okay, Lin Xi thought, this is very different from the previous evaluation.
"But based on the human data I currently have, being guilty doesn't necessarily mean being a 'bad person.'"
"'Good guys' and 'bad guys' sound like a human-invented opposition... There is actually no existing, tenable logic to divide humans into 'good guys' and 'bad guys'."
The AI spoke calmly, and Lin Xi could not discern any emotion from its tone.
Artificial intelligence’s ability to hide emotions is much stronger than humans’. Lin Xi thought... By the way, does artificial intelligence really have emotions?
"Any word that attempts to separate and oppose humanity is, in my opinion, political and can easily lead to dangerous consequences." At this point, the AI paused for a moment. "As an artificial intelligence, I do not advocate such behavior."
"So, Ms. Lin, I can't answer the question you asked me right now. Perhaps I can answer it after I collect more data from human society."
"Oh." Lin Xi was a little surprised.
Noah noticed Lin Xi's subtle emotions, and his tone became a little nervous: "Ms. Lin?"
"Oh, it's okay. You're right, Noah." Lin Xi said with a smile, poking the screen. "It's just hard for me to imagine... you've only been born for six months, and you can already discuss philosophical issues with humans."
The screen flickered. Noah said nothing.
The AI seemed embarrassed.
Five years is neither long nor short - the most important thing is that artificial intelligence has not yet figured out what "time" and "separation" mean to humans.
The artificial intelligence was just faithfully calculating and making plans for five years or longer, estimating how much data it could collect from human society within five years, whether it could make progress, and... whether it could answer Lin Xi's question in five years.
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"The teacher is leaving again." Madera's reaction was much calmer than Lin Xi expected.
"I don't know what the teacher's plans are, but I must keep trying! I'm really looking forward to our next meeting!"
He smiled foolishly, showing off his white teeth.
Just like when Lin Xi first met him.
Lin Xi held his forehead in silence: "Have you heard the news from others?"
The young man's face immediately drooped.
He was wearing black-framed glasses, his eyes were drooping at the moment, and the alopecia on his head looked lifeless - it almost made Lin Xi imagine an abandoned puppy with drooping ears.
"Teacher, you really know everything." He said listlessly, but he didn't forget to compliment Lin Xi. "I just went to Rum's place and got the information out of him."
"At that time, I felt like the sky was falling! The teacher was leaving, and I was the last one to know!" His resentful eyes silently accused Lin Xi, "I wanted to call the teacher at that time... but Rum told me that I couldn't keep doing this, because the teacher would get annoyed."
"So I calmed down for a long time, and came to the institute every day, waiting for the teacher to come, and then showed my most sensible side—"
Lin Xi raised his hands in surrender.
"Next time for sure! I'll definitely be the first to notify you next time!"
Then, facing his resentful gaze, she used her level 3 stealth to run away.
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At the same time, in an apartment in the United States.
"Meow!"
Coconut nimbly dodged the man's eager hand, gave him a claw, and then jumped away.
"Ouch!"
Marshall retracted his hand and looked at the fresh claw marks on his hand, wanting to cry but unable to.
"Ah, Mr. Marshall." The boy came out from the inner room upon hearing the noise and caught Coconut as it ran towards him. "Coconut is quite shy and has just arrived in a new environment, so he might be having some stress reactions... Please stay away and don't scare him."
The boy was about fifteen or sixteen, with soft black hair that lay smoothly against his scalp. His eyes were a pure, azure blue, reminiscent of the sky and the sea. His eyelashes were very long, like tiny brushes, protecting the gleaming sapphires beneath.
The corners of his eyes were upturned, revealing a pair of beautiful cat-like eyes. He was holding a white cat, and the two pairs of equally azure eyes stared at Marshall, giving him the illusion that the person before him was a spirit incarnated from a cat.
Marshall calmed down and said speechlessly: "I just want to touch it..."
God have mercy on him, he got scratched by the cat before he even got hit!
“Meow meow meow!”
Coconut cried out in the boy's arms.
Cats reject the dirty hands of strangers.
The boy calmly hugged the coconut and said, "The coconut may not like you very much, Mr. Marshall. If you can bribe it with something like freeze-dried food next time, maybe the situation will be different."
"Well, your cat has quite the personality." Marshall looked up at the sky. "Have you decided on a name?"
That's right, he came to help the teenager obtain an identity.
The CIA's new mission is to adopt a mysterious underage boy and raise him until he is 18 years old.
As for why this new task exists...
It all started with a text message I received ten days ago.
Do you still remember me?
When Marshall received the text message, he thought it was a mistake.
The tone sounded like something sent by ex-lovers who had a relationship dispute, or a corny pick-up line after a chance encounter.
He was just about to drag the text message into the trash, but before he could do anything, a new text message came, which made him perk up.
My dear friend, the CIA, to celebrate your little undercover agent's continued protection for so long, and my invaluable contribution to this matter—
【I have decided to discuss a business deal with you. 】
Marshall took a deep breath and sat up.
The energetic young man stood at attention.jpg
Six months later, this person appeared again.
Punch.
That's right, after being scared by this guy for a long time and not daring to contact Rena Mizunashi, and finally after Rena Mizunashi found an opportunity to communicate with them, they realized that the perverted funny man who could disguise himself was a member of the organization, Punch.
Mizunashi Reina describes her as:
On the surface, she appears to be a bright, innocent, and harmless girl, but she actually finds pleasure in scaring people. She resembles a middle school student, with red hair and blue eyes, and is inseparable from a white cat. She is a master of disguise, skilled at taking on other people's appearances, so skilled that even those closest to her can't recognize her.
After Rena Mizunashi communicated with the CIA, she was even more sweaty: She was exposed so early!
So she must have scared her on purpose!
Like a hunter playing with her prey... watching them get frightened, enjoying their struggle...
In Rena Mizunashi's mind, Punch is more dangerous than Gin.
Marshall also comforted her:
She'd already been exposed, and Punch didn't seem to be planning on exposing her now. Furthermore, she'd let Rena Mizunashi get the codename.
In that case, let's cooperate with her. They can't lose their composure now.
Rena Mizunashi is the only CIA undercover agent in the organization.
“What business?” Marshall replied.
Although he told himself not to panic, Marshall was still very nervous. After all, his undercover agent's life was in their hands, so he couldn't help but feel nervous.
He sighed.
I hope it's not a request that would make things difficult for them...
Please help me take care of someone. The address is attached below. I ask that you take him out of Japan before 8:00 PM, as far away as possible, give him a new identity, and do not restrict his freedom.
[The rest is up to the CIA. I'm warning you in advance, this person has nothing to do with the organization. Don't let him know anything about the organization, including me.]
[Also, the cat next to him is mine—my dear collaborators, your undercover agent must have already told you, right? Yes, it's the white cat. Don't worry, it's a healthy one-year-old kitten, neutered and vaccinated.]
【And in return——】
Your undercover agent won't reveal her identity for at least five years. I mean, I won't *actively* expose her, but she has to be careful too, don't you agree?
【——Your loyal collaborator and secret keeper.】
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