Look at me, the new team, hitting the inside.

Gu Xinzhi didn't ask any more questions, and lowered his head again, but out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Ding Qiuyun.

Over there, the panther is licking Ding Qiuyun's ear tamely and unobtrusively.

Gu Xinzhi: "......"

Gu Xinzhi forced himself with great willpower to lower his head and not look at the scene.

As long as things are done right, Ding Qiuyun will notice him.

Just take undeniable credit ......

With too much force, the pencil in his hand was broken with a click.

Gu Xinzhi bowed his head, put the broken pen back into his coat pocket, took out a new one, and drew a beautiful rose in the hair of Ding Qiuyun's cigarette case, as if he had put it there with his own hands.

The panther's tongue was so grainy that the sleeping Chi Xiaochi, hot and tickled by the licks, dazedly wrapped her arms around the panther's neck and slapped him twice on the back of the neck, "Boss, stop it."

It gave a soft wail, and then really did not make a fuss, only opened its mouth and lightly embraced his fingertips, like a dragonfly kiss.

Chi Xiaochi was already half-awake, half-asleep, and he rolled over, squinting slightly as he surveyed Gu Xinzhi.

Things developed as Chi Xiaochi had envisioned.

He is not afraid of Gu Xinzhi's inner darkness, but he is afraid of his lack of restraint and fear of this darkness.

It's up to Gu Xinzhi to decide what to do next.

He doesn't mind Gu Xinzhi getting better, and he's not afraid of Gu Xinzhi getting worse.

Because, in the game that had been set before him, he had one last hidden card.

A black card that bets on the heart, that's not glamorous, but that's good enough to be black once and for all.

The tail looped around his waist tightened violently, Chi Xiaochi could not help but look back and met a pair of foggy blue eyes, covered with a film of water, as clear as the surface of the sea.

...... Don't look at him, look at me.

Chi Xiaochi froze, thinking that it wanted someone to play with it, and stretched her arms around its neck, her cheek touching it affectionately, and began to think about another equally important matter.

"Should I take you away." Chi Xiaochi mentally asked, "Or should I let you stay here?"

061 Heart's answer: not take me, but I will go with you.

Chi Xiaochi asked herself, "My house is big, but it's not big enough for you to run around and lead you down the street."

061Heart Answer: I don't need a very big place to raise me, some room on the first floor of a silo, 30 square meters is enough.

Chi Xiaochi asked again, "If I leave you here, will you continue to follow Ding Qiuyun? Or will you go to your leopardess? It's so cold and you love cooked food, where would be your home."

Hearing Chi Xiaochi's words, 061 felt a little funny and a little heartbroken.

Chi Xiaochi may look like he has no heart, but he has so many thoughts.

That's not good.

061 didn't say another word, it lightly pressed its forehead against Chi Xiaochi's, its soft satin-like fur rubbing against his forehead center a few times, with a bit of intimacy and a bit of command.

...... Don't think about that. Lie back and sleep.

Such an obvious gesture of humanization elicits a thumping of Chi Xiaochi's heart.

He lay in the leopard's furry arms and asked 061, "Teacher Six, boss, has he evolved or not?"

061 said gently, "I don't think so. It just likes you a lot and doesn't want to see you think about it so much."

Without another word, Chi Xiaochi graciously hooked his arm around the leopard's neck, kissed his face, and buried himself in his forechest, taking a big suck.

After Chi Xiaochi had slept peacefully against him again, the panther gracefully smoothed out the messy fur on his chest, ensuring that Chi Xiaochi would always see him as neat and clean, and then he lowered his head and touched Chi Xiaochi's lips gently and politely in return.

...... Good night.

Outside, a cold, dry night wind blew through the car, and the heavy truck ran alone on the gradually decaying highway, carrying a full home inside.

The lack of maintenance splattered gravel on the pavement and made a fine creaking sound.

Not far away a single shaped elephant walks by, brushing against the vehicle far parallel to it.

After the car had driven for who knows how many hundreds of kilometers, an old human being appeared on the side of the road who had fallen off the grid. He was lying head down on the ground with an inexplicable smile on his lips, his clothes stripped down to a single shirt.

The truck stopped in front of him.

Sun Yan jumped down, holding the gun with one hand, and crouched down to try his breathing, confirming that there was nothing left to be done, before relaxing his vigilance, and proceeding to drag the corpse to the wild side of the road, and cover him with weeds, so that he would not be naked and undignified in the light of day at sunrise on the following day.

Sun Yan begged the gods and goddesses somewhere, asking them to bless this lonely soul to a warm place to live forever, then jumped into the car, rubbing his hands together in the cold air, started the car, and continued to drive to their home.

People will arrive at countless places in their lives and may have many homes, each of which is warm and inviting on the axis of life, where the snow cannot drift in and the rain cannot blow in.

Gu Xinzhi is trying to make such a home, inviting Ding Qiuyun in the hope that he will live in it.

With a heavy enough weapon, Ding Qiuyun could build a city of solid gold. There might be a place in his city that could be their home.

After recruiting enough players, he began a long term externship.

It has been more than three years since the catastrophe and the situation is becoming clearer.

The rosy vision outlined in the early days of AI has not proven to be realized.

In their first speculative calculations, the new humans and the old humans, because of the difference in the degree of evolution, will inevitably produce a wall division according to the law of biological evolution.

Eventually, the new group and the old humans will realize a complete separation, and a large number of old humans will die out quickly because they are not adapted to the environment, while the new humans, in the process of coming back from the dead, will have undergone a complete cancerous transformation of their germ cells, and their ability to reproduce will no longer exist.

It will not even take a generation for the old mankind to be destroyed.

And the new humans, who are not injured, dead or destroyed, will be the loneliest group of people in the long history of mankind, and a group of slaves best utilized.

The forces of nature and evolution are immense; it's too easy for the new humans to defeat the old ones, but the creatures that have survived the millennia of materialism and evolved intelligence are not so easy to deal with.

When they first evolved intelligence, they took advantage of the chaos to get their fill.

After the chaos had stabilized, they learned to hide, and there were even some nasty domestic dogs that, after evolving intelligence, continued to play the fool and disguise themselves as harmless creatures, waiting for an opportunity to bite their owners' throats late one night, get a full meal, clean themselves up, and then run out again in search of their next ration with an innocent appearance.

Therefore, the new humans must submit to the power of AI if they want to be perfected and sheltered.

By then, the number of humans will have been sharply reduced, and the prolonged fighting and internal conflicts will automatically wear down the will, and they will soon realize that it is much better to be a slave, than a human being.

This is the AI's full retaliation plan.

It's not killing people, it's killing humanity.

At first, most of the developments were exactly as the AIs had expected, except for the fact that some of the systems had turned their backs on them and defected to the humans, which was slightly unbelievable to them.

The AI leaves a portion of the system with medium authority to observe the situation, gather information, and have full authority to deal with some unsettling factors, while the main system falls into a prolonged period of silence to preserve its strength and ensure that it is not tracked down by some treacherous system.

They are convinced that these systems are more than adequate for use against humans.

But several years later, there are still many surviving old humans in the world, like ants encountering a flood, quickly embracing each other in the face of disaster, warming each other and saving each other.

Although they could not evolve, they had been able to adapt to the harsh environment, some were still wandering, and some had actually clustered in twos and threes.

The systems that were still functioning watched this coldly, thinking it didn't matter.

The destruction of the old mankind has to start with the body and then the spirit, in a gradual manner, without having to rush.

So they began to conditionally aid the new humans and set up slave towns all over the world against the old humans.

But they find that not many slave towns go smoothly, and there are always uprisings.

The revolt of the old mankind is still expected, after all, man as a "sense of dignity" of the animal, in the face of death and insults trampled on, will always choose to fight.

However, it is surprising that there are new human beings, who are the vested interests, who are not willing to sacrifice their immediate interests for the sake of the old human beings who will inevitably be eliminated by the environment and history.

...... This hits a bit of a knowledge blind spot for the AIs.

And the bad news goes far beyond that one.

A town was founded where old and new humans mixed, and the town grew larger and more famous.

The neo-humans got the letter and treated the town like a piece of fat meat, opening their mouths to bite, only to have half their teeth chipped off.

The line of fire in this place is exactly equivalent to a small army, or the well-trained kind.

However, the town has blown away the incoming Neo-humans and left them alone, in a sort of "don't go after the enemy" fashion. It seems that they are more interested in researching greenhouse vegetables than they are in expanding to the outside world, and they are clearly planning to stay put and stay out of the way.

The new humans looked at this piece of fat meat, although they were greedy, but after calculating the cost, they still felt that it was not worth it.

What's more, there are some more noteworthy cakes waiting for them to divide.

Such as that state-level weapons depot about a thousand kilometers away from the town.

Of course, this big cake could be coveted by more than one force.

Since no one would give way to anyone, they would have to face each other in a secret tug-of-war.

In the standoff, all were united in applying pressure, shrinking the viability of the base troopers holding down the weapons depot, while at the same time standing ready for a major firefight.

As the years passed, the base soldiers in the arsenal lost a great deal of ground, and the forces began to stir.

Who will fire the first shot?

The people were all thinking about this, all watching out for each other, so no one noticed that there was actually a team led by an old human mixed in with the group of forces.

About six months later.

Gu Xinzhi occupies some high ground, holding a high-powered telescope and observing the situation in front of a distant base station.

They are sitting on a mountain at a perfectly safe distance.

The combatants were a small group of base soldiers out looking for supplies, and thirty Neo-humans.

Base soldiers only three people left are still resisting, a cold corpse, especially tragic, the wind blew, the hot blood on the ground will freeze.

A female team member acting as a surveyor saw the tragic situation and was slightly intolerant: "Team Valley ......"

Gu Xinzhi interrupts her as he maintains his observational posture, "Call me Lieutenant Gu."

The female team member scratched the side of her face, "Team Valley, it's not like there's anyone else here ......"

Gu Xinzhi emphasized without softness, "Lieutenant Gu."

She had no choice but to change her words, "Lieutenant Gu, with all the fighting over there, do we really not need to go and help?"

"No go." Gu Xinzhi put down the binoculars and turned his back, peeling open a cigarette, removing the tobacco inside and placing it in his mouth to chew slowly, "Our presence cannot be revealed."

She said, "It's good to sell those base soldiers a favor."

"Favor?" Gu Xinzhi glanced at her, "Taking our human lives in exchange for their favors?"

The female team member thought about it for a moment, felt it made sense, and stopped talking.

After a long silence, Gu Xinzhi rinsed the tobacco out of his mouth with water and further explained the reason for their isolation, "It's good to help, but not to harm yourself. Can you guarantee that you can't leave an enemy alive?"

The female team member shook her head in embarrassment.

"Our patrol is 10 people and the other side is 30, even if we have the upper hand, we can only kill half of them at most." Gu Xinzhi said, "Once we make too much of an entrance, our movements won't be as convenient as they are now. Understand?"

While the female team members showed their relief, Gu Xinzhi also breathed a sigh of relief.

According to Gu Xinzhi's true belief, the more dead base soldiers in the arsenal, the better.

He had respect for these hardy old humans, but respect was respect, and profit was profit.

To put it bluntly, the sooner they die, the sooner they get their weapons.

Gu Xinzhi's ideas are ideas, but he has to work for Ding Qiuyun, want to get things done, we have to enlist people, to enlist people, we have to say things beautifully.

Gu Xinzhi chewed his tobacco, closed his eyes and thought, "It's a pain in the ass to be normal.

Another male team member looked at his watch and reminded, "Lieutenant Gu, it's almost time, we should go back."

Gu Xinzhi rolled over and stood up, stomped his frozen feet, and said, "Go back."

The group descended the hill and walked into a dry forest.

There was an unusually large detachment of new humans stationed here, the forest of tents densely packed with a hundred or so tents, with a steady stream of follow-on soldiers replenishing the area every day.

Hearing the footsteps, a man with a full beard came out with the curtain raised in the direction of the main tent.

His face was covered in corpse spots, but he had absolutely no intention of covering it up as he grinned broadly at Gu Xinzhi and said, "Xiaogu, back?"

Gu Xinzhi: "Uh-huh."

The bearded man was not the least bit displeased with his cold, indifferent attitude, and liked it.

A cool and beautiful young man who does nothing too offensive.

Gu Xinzhi, with his eyes fixed on the ground, stepped into the group of tents and threw the three yellow sheep he had just hunted on the mountain to the campfire.

The chef who was about to open fire and cook let out a yelp, "Team Valley, you can do it, you've hunted the most in this squad over the past few days."

Gu Xinzhi kicked at the dead yellow sheep, "That's what I used to do."

Chef: "Hunter na?"

Having seen Gu Xinzhi's skillful way of cutting off the heads of new human beings, the team thought that "hunter" was an accurate description of Gu Xinzhi.

Handing over the supplies he had gathered today, Gu Xinzhi walked to the edge of the forest, sat down against a tree, lit a cigarette to warm himself, and smoothly pressed his hat down to a very low level.

He thought of the conversation he had with Ding Qiuyun before he left.

He assured Ding Qiuyun, "Don't worry, you know all those things I did with the New Humans. I won't join them no matter what."

Ding Qiuyun smiled slightly, "Well, that's good."

Gu Xinzhi asks, "Where would you like me to start?"

Ding Qiuyun said, "I want you to join New Humanity."

Gu Xinzhi : "......"