Illiterate and liar
Chen Yingsheng woke up from his sleep.
She swiped the screen of her mobile phone and it was now ten o'clock in the morning.
I have to admit that what Lao Wang said was right. It is too risky to use your real name in the kaleidoscope.
The aftereffects of the kaleidoscope made her completely unable to distinguish between virtuality and reality. Her mind was very clear, but she couldn't help but doubt that she was still in the kaleidoscope.
Chen Yingsheng decided to do something to relieve his anxiety.
She dug out a can of black tea and a bottle of good wine from home and went to meet old customers with the gifts.
Before retirement, this client was a university professor who researched medical devices. He was interested in ancient literature and was good at writing poetry.
The professor's surname is Lin, and her research field and her hobbies are completely unrelated.
As for how she became Chen Yingsheng's client, it can only be said that every family has its own problems. Chen Yingsheng usually does not interfere in other people's family affairs, but she still helped Professor Lin with her help.
The problem was solved, but her family inevitably held a grudge against her. Chen Yingsheng made an appointment with her to avoid her youngest son.
Family affairs are like this. You think you are helping to find the truth, but then the whole family turns around and lives together happily again, leaving you as the fool who offends others.
Chen Yingsheng changed his clothes and went out. There were several media reporters outside the door, and some were even holding their phones and broadcasting live in front of the detective agency.
"The building behind me is the Memory Detective Agency. Guys, give me a thumbs up and I'll go chat up the Memory Detective right away!"
Of course, there were also people who came with cameras and reporters.
"Hello, we are the Voice of Danjiang. Would you like to be interviewed? Pseudo-human test..."
Chen Yingsheng nodded politely to the reporter: "Wait for the official notification from the police."
She got into the online car-hailing service.
When we arrived at Professor Lin's house, we couldn't help but chat about random things. I listened to the professor talking about the troublesome younger generations at home, and it took a while before we started talking about He Cuifeng's poems.
Professor Lin is looking at his mobile phone while wearing reading glasses.
When the green fills your eyes and the breeze sways your body.
Ancient trees are hidden in the deep clouds, and light smoke covers the secluded pond.
Seeing green is like seeing spring, and my heart follows the scene.
All worldly worries are washed away, and the mind wanders in the peaceful world.
In this complicated world, how many times can we encounter this situation?
Let us cast aside the glitz and glamour and live forever among the greenery.
“Where does poetry come from?”
"The client's." Chen Yingsheng answered vaguely.
She asked: "Is it a love poem?"
Professor Lin did not answer her, but asked slowly, as if he was asking a question to a graduate student in a group meeting: "Why do you think this is a love poem?"
"And that's not called a love poem, it's called a lovesick poem or a love song."
Chen Yingsheng thought for a long time and said tactfully: "It has something to do with the customer's name."
Then she put on an embarrassed look, and Professor Lin immediately understood that this was not a client, but most likely related to a case.
Professor Lin stopped playing dumb: "It's not a love poem, it's a hermit poem, but I don't know why it has 12 lines."
"Hidden Poetry"
"Describing the pastoral life after retreating, such as 'Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing the southern mountains' is a typical hermit poem."
Professor Lin pointed to the last two lines: "He first wrote about his longing for nature, and then about his boredom with worldly affairs. This man must be quite old."
"It wasn't written by the ancients," Chen Yingsheng asked blankly.
"It can't be an ancient poem." Professor Lin said firmly, "The standard for a five-character regulated verse is four couplets and eight lines. This poem does not meet the requirements of traditional regulated verse at all."
Professor Lin looked at it again carefully and said: "It is more like a pai lu, but pai lu is usually longer than this."
“How is his writing?”
Professor Lin gave an objective evaluation: "The rhyme scheme is quite neat, with no outstanding parts and no mistakes."
“Could it be written by a young beginner?”
"Unlikely, he should be a person of a certain age." Professor Lin shook his head.
"Which young people still write poetry these days? The old professor who teaches the poetry elective course in our school assigned the final homework and asked everyone to write a poem and hand it in. Guess what happened?"
Chen Yingsheng listened attentively.
"A student turned on the AI in class and asked it to write several poems for him. He then sent one to each of his classmates, which made the professor very angry!"
Xu Zhu's melancholy and pale face flashed before Chen Yingsheng's eyes, and she suddenly realized: "This 12-line poem was also written by AI."
Professor Lin asked curiously: "Isn't it said that AI is so powerful that it doesn't even know how many lines there are in a five-character regulated verse?"
“It’s not that AI doesn’t know.” Chen Yingsheng said, trying not to laugh, “It’s that the people who used AI to write poetry don’t know.”
"He gave the AI a keyword, and it gave him a bunch of poems. He picked one out of them, and then he thought a sentence in another poem was good, so he picked it out and added it to the poem he had chosen."
Professor Lin laughed and said, "What a smart-aleck illiterate!"
"Is it this sentence?" Professor Lin pointed at Feng Cui Si Feng Chun.
"Your client's name is Feng Cui. If you add this line, it will immediately become an erotic poem. The heart follows the scene and the mind lives in the green. The fate of the poet is to be misinterpreted. Even the AI poet cannot escape the fate!"
Chen Yingsheng finally laughed out loud.
After politely declining Professor Lin's offer to invite her to dinner, Chen Yingsheng went straight to the Super Management Bureau to find Lao Wang, but Lao Wang was not there.
Zuo Xufei saw her and said: "Come to see Lao Wang"
"Yes, can I go to the detention center to visit He Cuifeng?"
"It's a bit difficult. Her identity is sensitive now." Zuo Xufei asked, "Have you eaten?"
"No."
"Come on, let's go to the cafeteria."
The cafeteria of the Super Management Bureau was clean and the food was delicious. Chen Yingsheng took a chicken leg, peeled the skin and ate it. After eating, he told Zuo Xufei about the poem.
Zuo Xufei was also laughing: "What a hopeless illiterate."
After laughing, he said seriously: "He Cuifeng doesn't want to say anything, which is very abnormal. She was obviously abandoned by the swordsman a long time ago."
"You are still an external expert in the special case team. I will try to find an opportunity for you to meet He Cuifeng. Please wait for me in the lounge first."
They waited until the evening, and Chen Yingsheng couldn't help but take a nap in the lounge.
Zuo Xu flew over and called her: "Let's go, we'll go together. Time is short, try to ask questions around the clues you got."
Of course, they were not going to the interrogation room. Chen Yingsheng was just an external expert and had no qualifications for interrogation. They could only see He Cuifeng on the pretext of visiting.
"He Fengcui." Chen Yingsheng first called He Cuifeng by her pseudonym.
He Cuifeng looked up at her, then quickly lowered her head: "Who are you? I don't know you."
"I don't know you either, but I know Xu Zhu."
He Cuifeng finally looked up at her.
"Your dress and cosmetics are in the house that Xu Zhu rented."
"Who are you to Xu Zhu?" The muscles on He Cuifeng's face twitched twice.
Chen Yingsheng had never been to Xu Zhu's rental house, this is inference. He Cuifeng's beautiful dress is not convenient to leave at He's house, and she can't put on makeup at He's house, so these things can only be left at Xu Zhu's house.
"Who are you to Xu Zhu?" Chen Yingsheng asked back.
"I" He Cuifeng said with a hint of hostility, "Xu Zhu is my boyfriend."
Chen Yingsheng nodded thoughtfully, and she suddenly said: "Cuifeng is not a very good name, who gave it to you?"
“Who took it has nothing to do with you?”
"Who named Feng Cui? It sounds good and has a sense of meaning."
He Cuifeng replied coldly: "I took it myself."
"Does Xu Zhu like this name too?"
He Cuifeng didn't say anything.
Chen Yingsheng took out the poem and showed it to He Cuifeng.
"Don't you think it's well written?" He Cuifeng looked at Chen Yingsheng's face with a critical eye.
"Yes, the AI wrote well, but I don't understand why Xu Zhu mixed the two poems given by the AI together."
"What are you talking about?"
"I said, the poem was written by AI, not Xu Zhu." Chen Yingsheng faced He Cuifeng's hostile eyes calmly.
"If you say so, then so be it"
"You can come up with the name Feng Cui for yourself, so you should know what a five-character regulated verse is." Chen Yingsheng blocked the middle two lines of the poem.
"This poem has four more lines than a normal five-character regulated verse. Xuzhu blended the two poems together."
He Fengcui pursed her lips subconsciously. She quickly adjusted her facial expression and pretended to be indifferent: "So?"
"So Xu Zhu is a man without any talent, but he pretends to be a genius, writing both poetry and mystery plays. But the poems are not actually written by him, he doesn't even know the format of five-character regulated verse, he thought that meeting green is like meeting spring can please you, so he mixed this sentence in."
"And then?" He Cuifeng had a strange expression on her face.
"The main part of the script he wrote was actually a test of a game dummy. You did the testing for him. The pitiful amount of text he wrote was not playable at all. It was only through the testing you did that he found a sucker who was willing to publish his script."
"Puchi." He Cuifeng couldn't help laughing. She asked, "You are very beautiful. Do you have a boyfriend?"
"No."
"Has anyone ever pursued you?"
"No."
“Oh.” He Cuifeng said, “That means you have pursued someone but you don’t know it, or you don’t think it is pursuit at all.”
"You can't understand people like me." He Cuifeng couldn't hold back her tears.
"For someone like me, the fact that someone is willing to spend time on things that make me happy is enough for me to fall in love with him."
"Even if his talent is fake"
He Cuifeng smiled even more happily: "His talent is fake, my superpowers are fake, we are simply a perfect match."
“Hahahahahahahaha—”
He Cuifeng laughed like a madman and choked on her saliva.
She coughed and said, "That's what the swordsman said, and then - hiccup!"
A strange sound came from He Cuifeng's mouth. The police on both sides realized something was wrong and immediately stepped forward to pry her mouth open.
But her mouth seemed to be glued shut, and the two of them couldn't pry it open.
Zuo Xufei took out a frog toy that he had used before, and the frog's long tongue immediately drilled into the small air hole and stuck to He Cuifeng's face.
However, it was too late. He Cuifeng's mouth was successfully pried open, and her tongue was broken into two pieces. A large amount of blood gushed out from the broken surface of the tongue, and half of the tongue was stuck in the airway.
He Cuifeng looked at Chen Yingsheng with eyes as calm as lake water.
"nun!"
Chen Yingsheng threw himself on the glass partition of the visiting room and watched He Cuifeng's eyes lose the last bit of light.
The doctors and police officers at the detention center held He Cuifeng down and performed a final rescue effort, but everyone knew that He Cuifeng was beyond saving.
Those lake-like eyes were fixed in Chen Yingsheng's mind.
After a long while, Chen Yingsheng asked Zuo Xufei: "Will it cause you trouble if she dies here?"
Zuo Xufei came back to his senses: "No, you followed the formal procedures for visiting, and through her, we have the opportunity to see the nun again."
Chen Yingsheng blurted out: "Superpower range!"
Even He Kang's superpowers, which are as powerful as those of a god, are limited to Danjiang City. All the dead died in Danjiang.
The fact that the nun took over He Cuifeng's body means that she is in Danjiang, most likely near the Super Management Bureau.
"You go back first." Zuo Xufei said quickly, "This area will be blocked immediately, and we have to check for suspicious persons one by one."
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